Crooked roads stretch under a gloomy sky.
All around is desolate.
Among the filthy earth, stones and weeds stood several small and sloping earthen huts, with thin and dilapidated doors and dark windows, looking out lifelessly.
Gossi slowed down.
The other players have long been left behind by him and disappeared, and the shadows that flashed in front of the road have disappeared, leaving a desolate darkness around them.
He looked around, then slowly walked towards the end of the road.
Not far away, a similarly crooked courtyard attracted Gexiu's attention.
It looks the same as other buildings in this village, only slightly taller, the courtyard door is locked, and the barren corner of the courtyard can be seen from the low courtyard wall. Two words are written:
ancestral hall.
Gossi walked out towards the door.
But before he could take a few steps, at this moment, a rough and hoarse voice came from behind him:
"Boy, where are you going?"
Ge Xiu turned his head and looked behind him.
I saw a rickety old lady standing behind him, she had an almost terrifying old face, dark and shrunken, covered with deep ravines, the corners of her mouth were crooked, all the teeth in her mouth had fallen out, and only one remained. An empty black hole, a pair of ugly eyes covered with a layer of gray white shading, always giving people a sinister and malicious feeling when looking at people.
"Are you also a guest at the wedding?"
She trembled and took a few steps forward: "Guest, you have come to the wrong place, are you lost?"
An uncomfortable smile appeared on the wrinkled face of the old woman. She leaned on a cane in one hand, and stretched the other black hand, which was shrunken like a chicken's claw, towards Ge Xiu's wrist: "Come on. Come on, boy, I'll take you to..."
The moment her fingertips touched the skin of Ge Xiu's wrist, it was as if she had been scalded by something, and she quickly retracted it.
The old woman's old face trembled, and a flash of trembling and resentment flashed in the shadow-covered triangular eyes.
"What's wrong?" Ge Xiu narrowed his eyes slightly.
The deep wrinkles on the old woman's face twitched, revealing a fake smile: "Old woman, this is the first time I have seen such a handsome young man, walk around, guests, come with me, I will take you to meet other people. and."
Ge Xiu casually glanced at the ancestral hall and shrugged:
"Okay."
This time, the old woman didn't try to reach out to touch Ge Xiu, but followed him on guard, as if she was afraid that he would run away, but she kept two steps away from him throughout the whole process.
Crossing the crooked path, she led Ge Xiu to a more decent-looking and spacious house.
"Come on." The old woman stopped, her long fingernails were like curved eagle claws, her dark and shrunken fingers were clutching the cane, and a kind smile appeared on her face.
Ge Xiu glanced at her, then walked towards the house.
The lobby is very dark, the greasy tables and chairs and the plaque decoration on the walls are dusty and old-fashioned.
Several other players are there.
They were sitting on the seats, the eyes of the players, who were obviously newcomers, were still red, restless, and curled up in the chairs timidly, as if they could rely on this to avoid being hurt.
Clearly, they have all learned and accepted their situation by now.
Hearing footsteps, everyone looked towards the door.
When they saw Ge Xiu, the other players couldn't help but be stunned.
They have long been curious about this player who rushed into the dungeon before the game even started, but what they didn't expect was that this daring player actually looks like this...
nice.
Ge Xiu ignored everyone's different looks and sat down on the last chair.
Sitting at the head of the seat is a man who is obviously in the copy. His face is dull and ordinary, and it seems that the surface is no different from ordinary people, but when a pair of dark eyes stares at people, they always give people a kind of hairy look. It felt as if a cold air was slowly rising from the bone marrow.
He opened his mouth and said:
"It seems that our last guest has finally found his way. I am the head of this village. You can call me Lao Liu."
The village chief Liu retracted his gaze and continued:
"Welcome everyone to take time out of your busy schedules and come to the little girl's wedding."
He raised the corners of his lips, revealing a half-stiff half-false smile:
"Just take this place as your home these few days. If you need anything, you can tell me at any time."
Player: "… "
Who would call this ghost place their home
The village chief coughed twice and continued: "It's getting late now, I'll take you to rest later..."
Ge Xiu spoke suddenly and interrupted the other party: "When will the wedding start?"
The other players were taken aback.
They did not expect that there would be players who directly interrupt the introduction of the NPC, and they could not help but subconsciously
The village chief's face froze slightly. He slowly turned his head to look at Ge Xiu, who was sitting at the end. There was no light in those dark eyes, like two dead glass beads. He seemed to be stuck. After two or three seconds, he answered slowly:
"… the day after tomorrow."
For other players, that short two or three seconds seemed like a century.
It was not until the other party answered the question, and there seemed to be no sign of turning their faces, that their hearts finally slowly returned to their stomachs.
After the conversation was over and the village chief left, the players who had been in a tense state slowly relaxed.
After a round of self-introductions, the players looked at Ge Xiu with a curious look in their eyes. One of the senior players couldn't hold back and said first, "Dude, you are so good, this is an experience. How many copies have you got?"
Ge Xiu said honestly: "One."
Not only the player who asked the question, but everyone was stunned for two seconds, obviously not expecting such an answer.
"Just kidding." The player's face clearly showed disbelief: "Did you say this is your second instance?"
"Yes, yes." Another person echoed: "The difficulty of this dungeon is at least A. The senior players who are randomly assigned have all experienced at least four or five dungeons, and even the newcomers have only two, you How could it be experienced only once?"
Ge Xiu pondered for a while, then replied:
"Probably bad luck."
His expression is really too calm, there is no sign of lying, and now, other players who were very sure are not so sure.
After all... it is true that there will be unlucky newcomers who are assigned to dungeons of this difficulty in the first round.
Difficult dungeons will indeed reduce the number of newcomers, but there will often be two or three left.
Although it is said that senior players will sympathize with these unlucky newcomers, most of them are still happy to see them succeed - newcomers are the cannon fodder for the seniors to find their way and attract monsters. This cognition has basically become An unspoken rule among veteran players, this game of randomly assigning newcomers to difficult dungeons is cruel, but it has practical benefits for them.
However, this kind of half-baked person was assigned to the high-difficulty copy in the second round, and it was the first time they met.
—Especially for such an overly daring semi-rookie.
Ge Xiu asked, "So, what are the rules of this game?"
The other player's expression became obviously gloomy. He sighed and replied, "Sure until the wedding is over."
Among all the rules of the game, only the copy of this "survival time" category is the most difficult to grasp.
It seems a simple request, but the behavioral prompts given are the least, and it is more difficult to determine the actions that should be taken in the dungeon. Survival depends not only on the player's experience and reflexes, but also on luck.
However, this kind of copy also has the advantage that the degree of freedom is relatively large, and there is no very clear prohibition rule.
But it also makes it harder for players to grasp the boundaries of danger.
Just then, a man in sackcloth came in.
His face was also pale and stiff, with an ordinary-looking face that seemed to be wearing a rigid mask, and there was no expression throughout.
He's here to take the players to their respective rooms.
It was a rather large yard. There was a series of small bungalows in the yard, and several small rooms were one after the other, and the players were just one room per person.
Ge Xiu chose the most marginal room.
The furnishings in the room were very simple, the crooked windows faced the courtyard, and the gloomy and gray sky could be seen through the foggy glass.
When leaving, the man who led the way suddenly turned his head and said to the players who had chosen the room:
"By the way, guests, try not to go out at night. There are no electric lights in many places in the village, and the lights are dark..."
He smiled grimly and strangely:
"… easy to get injured."
The players could not help but feel a tingling in their spines.
- Although there are no particularly clear rules for this kind of survival copy, going out at night, no matter which book is in, is courting death.
Although the daytime here is not very bright, it can clearly feel the darkness of the sky.
The darkness spread quickly, quickly encroaching on the scenery outside the window.
In just ten minutes, the night has completely fallen, completely shrouding the courtyard.
The door to the remote corner of the courtyard was slowly pushed open from the inside.
The next second, the semi-novice player Ge Xiu appeared at the door.
He turned his head and glanced at a series of closed doors, then stepped into the darkness without changing his face.
Ge Xiu turned on the flashlight, followed the route he remembered, and walked straight towards the location of the ancestral hall of the day.
The village shrouded in darkness became more and more eerie, the surrounding scenery was hazy and blurry, and strangely-shaped black shadows were dancing around, and Ge Xiu was left behind.
At this moment, right in front of the road, a woman in red appeared.
With her back to Ge Xiu, she lowered her head, her long black hair hanging down to her waist, looking particularly ghostly under the light of the flashlight shaking slightly.
The low voice of weeping came from a distance, soft and soft, fluctuating low and high, like a filament, especially clear in the thick darkness.
The flashlight flashed twice and went out.
At this moment, Ge Xiu heard a woman's soft breath behind her ear:
"… find me again?"
The voice was very close, as if it was ringing in the ear, and it came quietly with a cold chill.
In the darkness, Ge Xiu turned his head, his eyes were precisely positioned on the dark shadow lying on his shoulders, he smiled slightly:
"You think too much, sis."