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All the players were stunned on the spot. They had heard of copy upgrades before, but this was the first time they heard of copy downgrades.
Wen Shi himself was also stunned.
Seeing his expression, Liu Yun suddenly remembered the scene when the factory director was murdered, and couldn't help asking: "So what are you surprised about every time?"
Wen Shi lowered his eyes and said nothing.
He didn't look relaxed at all because of the difficulty reduction. To be honest, the only time when he summoned Xie Tangyan was the most normal. The number of times he could take action every day and the power game were both restricted. In the big factory, the boy's strength was also restricted, but not so thoroughly, because he had to balance the power between the terrifying deep-sea monster and Jian Qingrong, which was understandable.
Only in this copy, the game actually allowed a child to have the power to monopolize fourteen key NPCs.
Wen Shi's tone revealed the same confusion as Liu Yun's: "So what is it dissatisfied with?"
How come the game, as a recommender and externalizer, ends up blaming itself
Closing his eyes, Wen Shi said helplessly to his friends around him: "It seems that I am the one who is being blamed."
Ji Yuanzhi;&Liu Yun: "… "
When the copy was announced to be downgraded just now, the ratings of the program dropped sharply at the same time. The host's eyes went dark and he almost fainted.
"What are you all still standing there for? Come with me to find someone!"
The staff carried the equipment and prepared to set off.
At this moment, a small figure appeared in the distant mountain stream. When wading through the ditch, he held up his trouser legs. His center of balance seemed unstable and he might slip off the smooth stones at any time.
"Papa—"
The sound of water and the distance made the child's voice very vague.
Ah Sang ran towards Wen Shi excitedly and hugged his thigh in fear: "We met a bear, and everyone was eaten... burp..."
Wen Shi’s eyelids twitched.
My dear, if you talk while burping like this, it will be difficult for your dad to help you speak again.
Wen Shi picked him up. The child had not gained weight, but he was a little heavier.
The scene was silent, and all kinds of strange eyes were focused on the little guy. The host put away his coquettish expression and stared at Ah Sang, as if he wanted to see through the child. As a senior host, even at this time, he still insisted on doing his job well and reported the popularity ranking:
Wen Shi and his partner who died early won the championship.
The last one is a player named Yan Yan. His paired guest is a thin woman who doesn’t talk much in daily life.
"Due to an unexpected incident, I'm afraid the final round of games cannot be carried out today."
The host was interrupted by Yan Yan, "Shouldn't the family be notified when such an accident happens?"
A hint of coldness flashed across his eyes: "I remember you said that love can transcend life and death. The death of a partner does not mean that their love cannot continue."
Yan Yan hinted to the host that he could bring the news of the Red Coat Woman's death back to her family and then hold a ghost marriage.
On the first day, Wen Shi kindly told everyone about the clues of the ghost marriage so that they could be mentally prepared in advance, but he never thought that he would be stabbed in the back. Yan Yan would take the initiative to provoke in order to get more shots. At present, his popularity is the lowest, and he will definitely be eliminated. Nothing can be more attractive than a conflict with the first place.
Even in the real world, this is an effective marketing method.
No matter how weird or powerful the child was, he didn't believe that the game would continue to tolerate it or even allow the other party to hurt the player.
If a ghost marriage could really be held, Pei Wenwei would be in great danger. Even if he escaped by chance, he would be seriously injured and would have no energy to deal with himself.
Yan Yan thought he was thoughtful and his proposal of ghost marriage was vicious, but it was completely selfish.
The host smiled again, "This guest is right. Although the game cannot go on, the filming can continue."
The audience's comments became active again. The host swiped the screen a few times and said, "Everyone praised this proposal." He looked at Yan Yan and said, "Congratulations, you have the support of most of the loyal fans of the show. They decided to give you another chance and not eliminate you this round."
Yan Yan breathed a sigh of relief when he heard this.
"Scum." Liu Yun cursed in a low voice.
Yan Yan shrugged indifferently.
As for Wen Shi, the first thing he considered was that there was a shortage of paired guests, so the recording of the program could be suspended.
The host couldn't wait to make this proposal come true: "I will go and inform the victim's family members first. You can move freely for the time being and gather at the village entrance before 6 pm." He looked at Wen Shi with emphasis: "I hope everyone will stick to their love and truly stay together no matter life, old age, sickness or death."
It seemed like he was reminding Wen Shi not to run away, and it also seemed like he was encouraging him to use this time to escape from Fengguan Village.
Unfortunately, Wen Shi remained indifferent.
On the other side, Yan Yan was ready to be questioned, but the person involved was not angry at all, and did not even look at him.
After the host left, Wen Shi took the child to walk around the area, preparing to further study the customs and practices of Fengguan Village. As for Yan Yan... Wen Shi was prepared to follow Jian Qingrong's rules of conduct, and never regret choosing to help others, and when being let down, he would treat it as a gift to the funeral.
One of the major rules of forgiveness is: The person is dead, so why bother caring about it.
The other players are unable to get rid of their paired guests for the time being and are forced to chat about romance while looking for clues.
Wen Shi asked with concern: "Are you full?"
Ah Sang didn't ask if he was full or not, he just replied: "It takes two days to digest."
Wen Shi asked about the main matter: "When you were having dinner, did you encounter any mysterious force that was blocking you? Or was your own power suddenly restricted?"
Ah Sang shook his head honestly: "It went very smoothly."
His strength was also okay and had not been weakened much. His speed was the same as before he came. Even if he could not eat and encountered a ferocious beast, he could still run away.
The overly smooth progress increased Wen Shi's vague uneasiness.
"Is the game a schizophrenia?"
On the one hand, he actively wants to kill him, but on the other hand, he seems to be very supportive of himself.
Or is this copy the same as the big ones, with something that affects the judgment of the game
He pressed his little hand between his brows and shook the bowl: "Dad, don't frown."
Wen Shi was silent for a moment, then suddenly asked, "How about I take you to meet your new family?"
A Sang didn't quite understand and expressed an indifferent attitude.
The game's contradictory attitude is really weird. Maybe Xie Tangyan and the others can see something.
When it is warm, open the property panel and upgrade.
"Reminder: The current home level has reached level 3. Do you want to spend 5,000 points to unlock the function [Afternoon Tea for Family]?"
The amount of points was so huge that it was really heartbreaking. Wen Shi smiled wryly and said, "Yes."
"please wait-"
"The afternoon tea function has been successfully unlocked, and the family's schedule for the next six hours is being checked—"
"Xie Tangyan, in the afternoon, handles government affairs and reviews memorials; in the afternoon, he practices swordplay; in the afternoon, he is accompanied by a group of people to watch plays and listen to music."
"?, dog training all day."
"A Sang, just be in a daze and digest your food."
"Servant Jian Qingrong, I miss you when I'm doing research, I miss you when I'm building a sanatorium, I miss you when I'm eating and sleeping."
Wen Shi was stunned. This amount of information was quite overwhelming.
"Invitations have been sent to the whole family, and afternoon tea is proposed for three o'clock."
Ten seconds later: "Invitation accepted."
The game is not completely exploitative. Apart from the fact that a large amount of points are required to unlock it, the detailed introduction to the afternoon tea function states that a wave of afternoon tea activities can be held for free every seven days.
The program recording was temporarily suspended. Without the annoying cameras following him, Wen Shi felt much freer. He went back to the cemetery and felt that the number of coffins seemed to have increased. Some of the coffins were covered with mud, and the land next to them also showed signs of renovation, as if they had just grown out of the soil.
Wen Shi stood here for a while. Not long after, someone else came to the cemetery. It was Old Li, the manager of the old house, followed by two strong men.
Their arrival added a mixed smell of sweet and stinky to the cemetery. The strong man found an empty coffin with an expressionless face and lifted it up directly, as if he was going to move it away. Old Li looked at Wen Shi and said with a creepy smile: "After the young lady dies, everything in the house will be yours. Son-in-law, you have to come back with me. The family will tailor clothes for you and prepare for the wedding tonight."
All mine
Wen Shi highlighted the key points and nodded, "Okay, you guys go back first, I'll be there soon."
Old Li's smile was particularly strange. He didn't force it. Like the host, he seemed to be hoping that Wen Shi would run away.
After standing quietly in the cemetery and observing the extra coffins for a while, Wen Shi walked down the mountain alone.
The old house was decorated with lanterns, the servants worked very efficiently, and red lanterns were hung all over the winding rain corridor. Today was a cloudy day, and these lanterns were lit in advance, like a long snake with eyes, watching every move in the house.
The tailor had been waiting for a long time, with two red cheeks painted on her paper-white face. The tailor held a tape measure, and when she saw Wen, she smiled very unnaturally, "Sir, let me measure your size."
He was very cooperative when the temperature was reached, and the cool temperature of the tape measure was transmitted to his skin through his clothes.
The female tailor said meaningfully: "My son-in-law has a good figure. When he lies in the coffin, his skeleton will still be perfect."
Wen Shi: "You are really good at praising people."
When I take over this house, I will fire you first.
The seamstress did not hear the hidden meaning. She wrote down the data, put away the measuring tape, and closed the door before leaving.
Lunch was brought into the house by the maid. It was very simple, one meat and two vegetable dishes.
Wen Shi only ate a few bites of food and took a nap until the game sent him a reminder that afternoon tea time was approaching.
Nursing home, information room.
There is an extra round table here. In the pitch-black environment underground, the only lighting comes from an old light bulb directly above.
The first person to appear in the information room was a woman with a beautiful face and a serious temperament. After a while, a young man appeared out of nowhere on another high chair. As soon as he appeared, he leaned lazily on the back of the chair. It was obviously an unruly sitting posture. His arrogance was revealed as soon as he glanced around.
The devil's tail suddenly slapped the ground, cracking the floor tiles. The boy sneered and said, "Get out."
A vague outline appeared in the shadows. Jian Qingrong had the identity of a [Gatekeeper], and since it was afternoon tea on his own land, he could come and go freely.
He prepared the afternoon tea himself. The snacks were mainly green, and the tea was also green tea. It was obvious who he was referring to.
[No killing of servants] is the rule of the homeland, but what the boy hates most is restraint. Not being able to kill does not mean not being able to hurt. A shadow appeared in front of Jian Qingrong, and the tail with terrifying power issued a warning to the other party.
Jian Qingrong actually took the initiative to move forward and tried to let the tail pierce his shoulder blade. The boy knew very well that this person had no habit of being abused. The moment the tail was stained with blood, he felt something was wrong. Suddenly, he looked towards a place where a small red dot was flashing, and sure enough, he was taking pictures again.
As for who the secret photos were taken for, it goes without saying.
The boy wanted to pierce the man's heart right then and there.
The energy in the air became more and more violent. There was no wind here, and every gust of air passing by was filled with murderous intent.
"I'm sorry," Jian Qingrong lowered his cold and cruel eyes, "You can attack me directly, but please don't destroy the sanatorium."
This time the boy responded quickly, "I just care too much about my brother, and I'm worried that he cares more about outsiders than I do."
An outsider read it very solemnly.
Xie Tangyan saw the two people's expressions change in an instant and knew that Wen Shi had arrived.
A young man with a faint smile appeared in the room. As soon as he appeared, the tense atmosphere immediately relaxed a little.
Wen Shi was the last to arrive, holding a baby in his arms. He felt that this adorable little kid would surely be loved by everyone, and he had already imagined the scene of everyone scrambling to hold A Sang.
As soon as he appeared, he saw Jian Qingrong and the young man showing weakness to each other.
Wen Shi knew that these two people didn’t get along, but it didn’t matter. A Sang’s presence could definitely divert attention.
As a result, the boy only saw Wen Shi, and his milky white horns regained their luster: "Brother."
The corners of his mouth had not yet fully curled up, and his eyes turned cold: "Brother, why are you holding a dirty little baby?"
Wen Shi: “…”
This was not quite what he had imagined.
The boy was obsessed with his brother, but not his brother. He ignored Ah Sang and picked up a piece of cake from the plate with his pretty fingertips. Unfortunately, the greasy sweet dessert did not dispel the murderous intent between his lips and teeth: "It was this bastard who made me miss my brother's farewell."
The young man was talking about Jian Qingrong.
In order to destroy those backups, he almost dug up the entire factory.
Jian Qingrong did not say a word in defense and just stood there, ready to be insulted.
The boy still couldn't tolerate other 'tea' around his brother, and the tip of his tail showed an attacking state again.
Wen Shi sighed, looked at Xie Tangyan, smiled and greeted her: "Sister."
Wen Shi finally discovered that his parallel self was like the various coordinates radiating from him as the axis. He and these people had commonalities, but they seemed to have no similarities with each other.
Why is this happening
Before he could think for two seconds, the young man and Jian Qingrong were on the verge of a fight again.
The devil stared at the pitiful man quietly. He was controlling his power, and special lines appeared on his skin. Finally, his smile calmed down again, and his star-like eyes were cold: "Brother, between the two of us, who do you like more?"
Jian Qingrong's eyes were filled with expectation, but he said, "Don't make it difficult for him."
A fatal question.
While Wen Shi was silent, Ah Sang said with the most innocent expression: "A little full."
As soon as these words were spoken, they successfully shifted all attention to him.
A Sang casually mentioned his experience of showing off his meal. After hearing that he ate fourteen monsters without being supervised by any force, the three people present finally put aside their arguments and thought about it.
After a moment, Jian Qingrong walked up to A Sang, looked at the little baby with two dimples when he smiled, and smiled too.
Ah Sang was even friendlier: "Hello, big brother."
Wen Shi was pleased to see this. Fortunately, there were people who got along well with each other.
"Give me a few tubes of your blood." Jian Qingrong's interest grew stronger and stronger. He discovered that this child possessed a lot of strange sources of pollution.
"Give me a bowl as a gift." A Sang took out the bowl and seemed to be very interested in Jian Qingrong's blood. He asked the other party to give him a bowl of blood in return.
The two sides reached an agreement and began to bleed openly on the table.
Wen Shi, who was just about to have some afternoon tea, said: "..."
At some point, Xie Tangyan and the young man began to discuss the issue of the power system in a friendly manner.
"It is better to cultivate inner strength than to cultivate external things."
Xie Tangyan stroked the scabbard and said, "It's no problem for me to cut off your tail with this external weapon."
Wen Shi put down the teacup silently.
Anyway, the purpose of this trip has been achieved. Now the place is in chaos, but I believe that after returning, these people will try to figure out the reasons why there are contradictions in the game with A Sang.
Wen Shi waved his hand gently: "Everyone, I have an important event to attend later, so I'll leave first."
If you stay any longer, the fire at the city gate will burn you sooner or later.
After saying that, he directly sent a request to the game and disappeared from where he was the next second.
The boy frowned slightly, then asked belatedly, "What activity?"
There were bloodshot eyes in my brother's eyes, and it seemed that he didn't get enough rest.
Jian Qingrong and Xie Tangyan also looked at A Sang at the same time.
This seemingly innocent child had no intention of leaking any information, nor did he show his dissatisfaction with them placing his father in the center of the Shura Field. He simply raised a lovely smile and said, "My brothers and sisters are so capable, why don't you go and see it yourself?"
The atmosphere fell into stiffness and silence.
“That’s a good idea.”
Jian Qingrong had a gloomy expression and was the first to break the silence. The light shining down from above his head could not dispel the gloom in his eyes.
He stood up and fetched the sophisticated instruments, and began to disinfect them carefully on the round table for afternoon tea. Then he held the scalpel and personally went out slowly to remove the entire eyeball of his left eye.
A strong smell of blood spread in the information room, and even the pastries were inevitably tainted with the smell of blood.
Since Wen Shi returned the files, Jian Qingrong could feel that some mysterious power was reviving in his body, especially his eyes, which seemed to have their own vitality and could see infinitely far and wide. Once when he was riding in the elevator, his mind was even empty for a few seconds, and when he came back to his senses, he only saw a pair of cold pupils reflected on the inner wall of the elevator. Deep in the dark pupils, there was a hint of majesty that did not belong to him.
Jian Qingrong hates things that are out of control, except Wen Shi.
He had once wanted to destroy these eyes, but now they had a new use.
In the quiet data room, the only thing left was the tip of a knife cutting through flesh and blood.
The young boy sat aside with an expressionless face, feeling something was wrong deep in his heart. It was clearly a human body of flesh and blood, but the blood on the tail reminded him that the other's blood was cold.
The wishing bottle was filled with an unknown liquid in advance, and Jian Qingrong put his eyes in it, and then treated the wound. His face was slightly pale, his hair was messy, and his left eye was wrapped in a bandage. The blood seeped through the bandage, showing an extremely weird look.
“It is true.”
Jian Qingrong admired the eyeball inside under the light for a moment. The eye was still alive after being gouged out, and everything it saw could be reflected in his mind.
After drilling a hole in the bottle and threading a string through it, Jian Qingrong walked up to Ah Sang, tied the wishing bottle around his neck, and whispered in an unquestionable tone, "Wear it."
The eye was immersed in the solution, like a living thing. As for the food that he couldn't eat, Ah Sang wanted to throw it away, but the moment he looked into the eye, he dropped his arm uncontrollably.
A Sang frowned... He couldn't throw it away.
A mechanical voice echoed in the data room.
"Afternoon tea is over, the home is temporarily closed, please be prepared."
The old light bulb flickered a few times, and except for Jian Qingrong and the bloodstains on the table, the figure sitting at the round table gradually disappeared.
As a servant, Jian Qingrong was responsible for cleaning. He worked tirelessly with a rag in his hand and began to wipe the table. His only remaining eye flashed with a strange light: "Now I can go and see it with my own eyes."
Fengjian Village.
Shortly after Wen Shi came back, the program team sent someone to inform him that he didn't need to gather at the village entrance, and all the guests would come to offer him their blessings later.
It was raining, and the whole Fengguan Village was shrouded in fog. The desolate sound of suona came in through the thin window paper. Red is the most unlucky color in Fengguan Village, and now Wen Shi was forced to wear red.
The clothes sent by the tailor did not look like something for the groom to wear. It looked more like a weird wedding dress. At first glance, it was embroidered with auspicious dragons and phoenixes, but when the light was on, each pattern was made up of tiny "longevity" characters. They were exquisitely crafted, but very scary when you looked closely. In each "longevity" character, there was a face filled with mixed feelings of sadness and joy, but in a blink of an eye, these faces disappeared.
Old Li knocked on the door and said in a hoarse voice, "Sir, the time is almost up and the guests are all here."
Wen Shi put on an ominous wedding gown. The complicated attire only brought a feeling of coldness. The thin red and gold threads seemed to wriggle, sucking his flesh and blood.
The pale fingertips tied the last button, the knot almost pressed against the neck, and Wen Shi's throat involuntarily tightened for a moment.
He walked to the window and leaned against it casually. Through the thin window, he vaguely saw countless cameras outside pointed at the door. Most of the face of each cameraman was covered by the machine. He could feel the inexplicable and strange excitement of these people. To suit the occasion, the host's pink dress had a few ruby buttons added. Under the drizzle, the gems emitted a scarlet glow.
Servants with pale faces stood in rows. On both sides were several cages containing chickens and geese.
This is only in the third courtyard.
In the second courtyard, where Wen Shi couldn't see, Manager Li directed the servants: "Lower the coffin—"
The coffin brought back from the cemetery was quietly placed in the center of the courtyard. The dark coffin surface exuded a foul smell, and the coffin was filled with incense ash. The coffin fell to the ground and automatically sunk three-quarters into the ground. White paper money was scattered all around. Manager Li took the initiative to kneel on the ground and began to burn incense devoutly. The incense did not go out when it rained, and the wisps of green smoke all floated towards the first courtyard.
The first courtyard.
The banquet hall, decorated with silk and paper flowers, was an eye-catching red.
The three tables in the front row were empty, with only white rice mixed with incense ash on them, and chopsticks were inserted vertically. In the middle row sat about ten villagers from Fengguan Village who came to watch the ceremony. The red-coated woman's family was in charge of the road construction at the beginning, but after the incident, his family was blamed by other people in the village, and gradually they had less contact.
In the back row are the program crew and guests.
Liu Yun was looking at the culprit of all this.
Yan Yan, who was studying the food carefully to see if there were any death rules, felt that he was being watched and smiled nonchalantly: "Don't tell me you don't want to know what cards Pei Wenwei has, and what are the process and rules of ghost marriage? If nothing unexpected happens, we may also experience it."
Isn't it nice to have a real-life example to study
Liu Yun wanted to say something, but was stopped by Ji Yuanzhi, who shook his head and said, "If you do too much evil, you will eventually perish."
The auspicious time had not yet arrived, and Wen Shi was still staying in the room.
All he saw was scarlet. The sound of the suona became louder and louder, indicating that the wedding was about to begin. Wen Shi lowered his eyes and said, "It's really lively."
How can there be no singing and dancing in such a lively atmosphere
When [One Sword to Peace] is used for the second time, the peerless dancer effect can be activated. The skill introduction says that when he dances with the sword, it will cause a sensation in all directions.
Wen Shi looked towards the closet and saw the zombie standing there holding a harp, almost blending into the shadows.
"Are you ready?" He smiled and said, "I will dance and you will play music to celebrate my first wedding in my life."
(End of this chapter)