"I know you are not ordinary people." Ying Xia answered irrelevantly, "You... don't investigate any further, just leave here. We are different from you. You can leave here and go back, but we can only stay here forever Here, only here...we can survive."
He stopped.
"What if I say we must continue to investigate?" Chu Tianshu said.
"...then I can't help it." Ying Xia said in a low voice, "I don't want you to die, you are indeed good people... very, very good people."
"Don't want us to die?"
Ying Xia pursed her lips tightly and did not answer.
"Then let's change the question to something that is easier to ask." Chu Tianshu raised his eyes and looked at him, "Last night, you went up the mountain with an umbrella, what was the reason for? Did you come to find us... or did you want to do something else? ?”
Ying Xia looked up in horror.
"I smell blood, it's from inside the temple." Chu Tianshu said, "You went to the temple in the middle of the night, is it to save us, or do you want to deal with something?"
The two looked at each other quietly, and after a while, there was a shocking scream from the village.
Then, the cry of a woman.
"... What are you talking about, I don't understand." Ying Xia smiled slowly, "Are you doubting that I am the ghost?"
As he said, he spread his hands: "As you can see, I am standing here, and on the other side, another person has just been killed by a ghost at the village chief's house. I have neither time nor motive for committing the crime—I just went up the mountain , and met you guys. I didn’t do anything, I was just a well-meaning outsider—”
"How do you know that that person is at the village head's house? What about this handwriting?"
Ying Xia's throat was stuck.
What appeared in Chu Tianshu's hand was a notebook with a black cover: "In Ren Qiu's house, Ren Chun's notebook, the note in the two deceased's home is actually in the same handwriting as your diary, and in your old house, There are all the items with the real Ren Chun's handwriting—what the hell is going on here?"
Ying Xia's face suddenly twisted. He finally took off his indifferent mask, his eyelids trembling violently. After a long time, he let out a dry laugh: "But what can this prove? Prove that I am a ghost? But take a good look, I am a genuine human being..."
"Prove that you are the helper of Li Gui." Chu Tianshu said quietly, "Leave a note to kill Ruan Tian, prompt Yan Chuchu and Ji Nanquan to fight each other, attract Ji Nanquan and Liao Guan to go up the mountain, and finally let them die in the temple Is it you? Yan Chuchu - you have already told us all these things. You want us to kill each other?"
Ying Xia lowered her head, bit her lip hard, and finally smiled after a long time: "That's right, I did it all."
"It was I who forged the note in Ren Chun's handwriting. I was the one who lured the players to kill each other. It was I who led Liao Guan and Ji Nanquan to the temple so that they would die in the temple... That's right, the player who hunted the players People, it's me." Ying Xia said coldly, "As early as three years ago, I knew that these are all a game. I am an npc... and you are so-called players. Let me know these things, It's Chen Du."
Chu Tianshu's eyes froze. Ying Xia went on to say: "I know your mission, it's been three years, and it's still the same. Mission one is to protect the four villagers, the so-called NPCs, and mission two is to find the ultimate culprit and eliminate it, isn't it? Is it? Actually, as early as six years ago, I met Ren Chun and fell in love with her, so I can't allow you to kill her. That's right, the final two culprits are me and her... "
His voice stopped abruptly when another person appeared in the alley.
"...Du Xiaoran has already told us everything she saw." Lin Huai said, "The so-called reflexed joints are the back view, and the so-called girl's figure is the long hair. If you look at the clock repeatedly, it is In order to confirm the time, the little paper figurines holding hands are twins. What Ren Chun wants to attack is not her brother, but the thing on the back of her brother's head. And the real ghost, the person you want to protect is—"
"Ren Qiu."
Ying Xia looked up in horror. In his field of vision, another teenager stumbled out of the corner under Lin Huai's leadership. He was extremely sleepy, but barely supported his eyelids, and grabbed his face after hearing the shocking truth.
"So, I..." he looked slowly at his hands, "so I'm the ghost..."
All puzzles were answered at that moment. Why every night from 1 to 10 o'clock, he would feel sleepy, lose consciousness and memory, and when he woke up the next morning, he found himself lying in a different place in the house. Why does his mother have a nervous breakdown, keep cutting oddly shaped little people, and keep screaming when he gets close. Why would his sister, after leaving the tomb, attack him first...
It turned out that on the back of his head, under the cover of his hair, there was that ghost.
Memories of that moment long ago flooded back. He thought of his father who accidentally discovered the ruined temple when he was a child, and made a wish to "get rich" on the statue. He thought of his mother who, after his sister left him and went to work in the city, entered the temple and made a wish on the statue, hoping that his sister would "stay"...
"That temple is really magical." He heard his parents' voices, "But it's so strange, it seems like no one can see that temple except our family..."
Therefore, after his sister died unjustly, with tears in his eyes, he climbed up to the temple on the hillside in the heavy rain on his sister's birthday, knelt in front of the temple, and made a wish to "revenge my sister" .
"If there are really ghosts in this world..." the feverish boy thought vaguely, "then please ask her to avenge my sister..."
'Our family has never done a bad thing in our life, why did it become like this? '
Amid the high heat and the sound of dripping rain, he heard weird laughter and a "good".
It was already the next morning when I woke up again. He found himself lying on the bed in a new set of clothes. And the villagers are discussing in horror an incident: Someone's heart was gouged out to death.
And next to that person's body, there was a passage written in blood: "No one will be spared."
He looked at the corpse from a distance, and twisted pleasure and extreme fear welled up in his heart. He clutched the back of his head, as if he heard that weird laughter again.
It said, "OK."
"... And Ying Xia, you should have found Ren Qiu's bloody clothes, right?" Chu Tianshu said slowly, "In order to protect him, you followed him at a distance at night and cleared away all possible things for him. Obstacles, you..."
"Yeah, you can accuse us because you are players and we are npcs! So killing us is justified and just. But even the devil who is about to be killed by you will have his own friends. If the player You can kill npcs indiscriminately in order to survive and for tasks, why can't npcs kill players for tasks?!" Ying Xia became emotional, and he took a step forward, "If you want to survive, you can treat us as Instances, as characters in the game. Then why can’t the characters in the game kill you if they want to live?”
"You come here as if we are some heinous creatures. As long as we are ghosts, everything we do is wrong. Every one of them, for their own mission, wants to put us to death... Then Why can't we—" His voice gradually choked up, "Obviously we are the ones who have been...abandoned...the harsh group...Ren Chun didn't do anything, but was drowned by the lake. Ren Qiu didn't do anything I don’t want to do it, but I have to be possessed by a ghost... Is this also our fault? Because of this, are we going to be killed as a matter of course?"
He looked straight at the two of them, his blood-red eyes full of stubbornness.
"I don't agree!" he said.
"Ren Qiu," Lin Huai's voice sounded, "Come here."
Ren Qiu was staggered by him for a moment, and the next moment, a bow and arrow brushed past him and landed on the spot where he was standing just now.
Ren Qiu raised his head in horror, and what appeared in his field of vision was Zhang Minge holding a bow and arrow. Standing behind him was an old man with a white beard that he had never seen before.
This old man... As soon as Lin Huai assumed an attacking posture, he was blocked by another person.
"Taoist! It's the two of them!" Wang Zhanpeng shouted excitedly, "You're going to kill them, it's the two of them, and Jiangcun will suffer..."
That old man with white beard must be Taoist Master Qingxu who has been in seclusion for a long time. He looked at several people, and said to Zhang Minge: "God has the virtue of good life, killing the boy who is possessed by a ghost is to kill that young man. As for the other person, he was really fascinated by ghosts. Take him into custody, and teach him to be good." …”
"Chu Tianshu, get out of the way." Zhang Mingo pointed to the man standing in front of everyone, "Those three people behind you are all—"
"It's all my sneaky big dick." Chu Tianshu said.
"..." Zhang Mingge shook his bow, "What exactly do you want to do?"
"I just suddenly felt that, compared with the archer with glasses, the old man with the white beard, the rich second generation, and the murderer, the beautiful man, the handsome guy, the beautiful boy No. 1, and the handsome boy No. 2 are more like the righteous party in terms of appearance." Chu Tianshu shrugged.
Zhang Minge: "...if you don't leave, I'm really going to shoot you."
"Don't say such obscene words, you will be locked..." Chu Tianshu raised his hands, "I'll count to three, two, one—"
"Three, two, one—" The next moment, he grabbed an umbrella from the void and held it in front of him, "Run!"
At the moment when the bow and arrow left the string, the bow and arrow shot towards Chu Tianshu like a rainstorm of pear blossoms. Ying Xia gritted her teeth, grabbed Ren Qiu's hand, and ran up the mountain.
The white-bearded old man's eyes froze, he flew up, and was about to fly in the direction of the two teenagers. However, another figure in a red suit flew faster than him.
"Your opponent is me." Lin Huai said coldly, "Speaking of which, why am I acting as a villain who blocks a decent role..."
While complaining, he pulled out a blood-red long sword from his hand.
"Lin Huai!" Chu Tianshu's voice came from the other side, "Go first, I'm here!"
Lin Huai turned her head, and saw Chu Tianshu rushing over with a long umbrella in her hand: "Go to them, Ren Qiu still has a grimace on her body... Don't worry, I'll follow after, I'm super strong!"
As he spoke, he gave Lin Huai a thumbs up.
"Okay." Lin Huai didn't think any more. He took one last look at the crowd surrounding him, then turned his head and left.
Ying Xia led Ren Qiu and ran quickly in the bleak autumn night. Gradually, the streets and alleys of Jiangcun were left behind by him. He is like a rushing river, and like a free wind, galloping in all the past, future and present. What finally appeared in front of the two of them was the golden wheat wave under the moonlight.