Chapter 39: Misty Rain in Jiangnan (10)

Granny Li hurriedly closed the door, her hands trembling unnaturally.

Feng Zhibei narrowed his eyes.

Most elderly people have problems with hand tremors and presbyopia, which can be serious and affect their lives, but they are not so severe that they cannot see anything.

Yan Chuxue was holding such a huge human head that any passing ant would be scared to death. However, the old lady didn't notice anything wrong even though she was so close to her.

Grandma Li walked to the table tremblingly and lit another candle.

In ancient times, ordinary people worked at sunrise and rested at sunset, but this old lady did not follow the usual path and obviously had no intention of sleeping.

After she lit the candle, she sat aside by herself, staring blankly towards the window with her cloudy eyes.

Feng Zhibei looked in the direction she was looking. A faint red light appeared outside the window, and it seemed as if someone was humming a nursery rhyme.

Grandma Li closed her eyes and sat on the bed, humming a tuneless nursery rhyme along with the people outside the window.

"My Queen loves my family..."

As she hummed, she became silent and seemed to have fallen asleep.

Feng Zhibei leaned close to Yan Chuxue's ear and whispered, "What should we do now?"

Yan Chuxue took out a yellow talisman that was exactly the same as the previous one from her backpack and carefully placed it on Grandma Li's forehead.

Listening to the old lady's even breathing, the two of them relaxed temporarily.

"What do you think the Empress will be?"

Yan Chuxue gently stroked the head in her arms as if she was stroking a cat's fur, and looked up and asked Feng Zhibei.

This scene made the whole atmosphere even more terrifying, but Feng Zhibei had become gradually numb after experiencing all the bizarre events before, and even had the courage to reach out and touch the child's bald head.

Unexpectedly, the touch caused a piece of the child's scalp to fall off. The swollen and rotten flesh and hair fell to the ground with a plop.

The child's already poor hair condition suddenly became even worse.

Feng Zhibei's expression froze, and he quickly withdrew his hand and wiped it on Yan Chuxue's clothes.

The child was much more obedient than when he was in the water. He stared at his two fake brothers with eyes that looked like they were about to fall out of his head. He refused to stand up even when his hair fell out. Only when he heard the word "mother" did he frown and pout, as if he would burst into tears at any moment.

"...If we follow the normal flow of Chinese ghost stories, this lady should be the river deity, which is why the residents threw the children into the water."

Feng Zhibei replied while taking in the layout of the entire room. This room also had a huge water tank covered with a somewhat tattered wooden board.

He hesitated for a moment and continued, "But I always feel like I'm missing something..."

Before he could finish his words, there were several sounds of heavy objects falling into the water outside the window.

"Plop, plop."

It's very similar to the diving sound heard outside of scene fusion.

The two men's expressions changed and they went to the window to look out.

After hearing the sound, the child in her arms showed a look of fear and struggled to run away.

Yan Chuxue held it down and whispered to Feng Zhibei, "It sounds like diving, but it's too soft."

The sound of a normal adult falling into the water is very loud, it is impossible that there is only this little sound.

Yan Chuxue was too short to reach the window, so Feng Zhibei had to stand on tiptoe to observe the situation outside.

Throughout the streets, there were several things like ghost lights at the doors of every house. Some of them floated in the air, flickering, and painting the night of Qingshui City red.

There was no one walking around outside, just like before outside the scene fusion. Perhaps there were some special rules restricting these NPCs.

"Plop, plop, plop."

Feng Zhibei held on to the window frame with his hands, looking for the direction where the sound came from.

His eyes followed the street to the side and suddenly found a bridge.

"There's a bridge over there, and there are people on the bridge."

Feng Zhibei didn't turn around and spoke to Yan Chuxue, continuing to observe the movements on the other side of the bridge.

Wherever there is a bridge, there is water. The light from the water shines through the bridge, reflecting in the bridge hole, illuminating the interior with a red and translucent glow.

There were two vague figures on the bridge, one tall and one short, with their backs to the water, throwing something into the water.

There were many will-o'-the-wisp lights floating around both of them, illuminating the outlines of their bodies very clearly.

Feng Zhibei narrowed his eyes. The object being thrown looked a bit like a football, round and looked quite heavy. It made quite a splash when it fell into the water.

He looked at the taller figure, and the more he looked, the more familiar it seemed.

At this moment, the taller figure suddenly turned around, and a pair of dark eyes looked in the direction of Feng Zhibei.

“!”

Feng Zhibei pushed Yan Chuxue down and then squatted down himself.

They huddled under the windows, hiding in the shadows.

The head in Yan Chuxue's arms seemed to sense something and glanced around uneasily.

A gust of cold wind suddenly appeared, swirling around the house and giving people goose bumps all over their bodies.

The candle on the table flickered a few times and then suddenly went out.

The whole room suddenly became dark, with only the red light from outside the window shining into the room, leaving a layer of bright shadows on the floor.

Feng Zhibei and Yan Chuxue looked at each other.

The tall man is the Master.

Although there was some distance between them due to the bridge, normally one couldn't see the specific person's appearance, but fortunately, Master Ming's face was exactly the same as Yan Chuxue's.

Including before his death, Feng Zhibei and Yan Chuxue had been together for so long that it could be said that as long as they saw each other clearly,

This was the first male character they encountered after entering the scene. Before that, there were only women and children here.

Feng Zhibei was thinking in his mind.

At the beginning of the game, he thought the master of this dungeon was just an ordinary NPC, gentle and harmless.

Something started to go wrong when he mentioned the word "experiment".

Either he knew something, or he was crazy.

Now it seems that the former is more likely.

Inside the house, the old lady's breathing was still steady, which seemed particularly reassuring in this chaotic night.

Yan Chuxue suddenly grabbed Feng Zhibei's wrist.

“……?”

Feng Zhibei gave him a puzzled look.

Yan Chuxue stretched out her fingers and wrote something on Feng Zhibei's open palm.

He wrote slowly, each stroke clear and distinct.

Feng Zhibei read silently in his mind.

Exhale, breathe in, sound, existence, four, Tao.

“……?!”

After recognizing the message conveyed by Yan Chuxue, Feng Zhibei tensed up all over.

Now, apart from the child's head, there are only three people in the room who can be called human.

There should be three breathing sounds.

A figure suddenly appeared in the light on the ground, swaying and gradually approaching from far away.

The extra breathing sound gradually became heavier and more obvious, and it didn't sound like the breathing sound that a normal human could make.

The shadow grew larger and larger, eventually blocking out almost all the light.

Something was pressed against the window.

Feng Zhibei took a deep breath, took out the fruit knife from his backpack and held it in his hand.

The knife had pierced the child's head before and had a foul smell. He really didn't want to hold it in his hand, so he put it back into his backpack.

But the situation is urgent now and there is no time to think about these things.

He gripped the fruit knife tightly and twitched his nose a few times.

...This shouldn't be the case. Why is the stench of decay suddenly so strong?

“Tick-tock.”

Something dripped from the top of his head onto the fruit knife he was holding.

The drop of liquid was extremely turbid, like muddy water in a sewer, and it gave off a bad smell.

Yan Chuxue suddenly said: "Don't look up."

The shadows on the ground twisted and made painful, sharp, hoarse sounds.

Feng Zhibei and Yan Chuxue were still huddled in the corner under the window, not taking any rash action.

So far, no NPCs or monsters have attacked them, which means they haven't broken the rules. The best option now is to stay where they are and wait for dawn.

The child in Yan Chuxue's arms stared straight at the ceiling, frowning and blinking, and a piece of rotten eyelid mixed with mucus fell off.

The thing outside the window behind them was breathing more heavily, and more and more liquid was dripping from the top of their heads, forming a small puddle in front of them, which continued to emit an unpleasant smell.

Feng Zhibei shuddered, a cold and damp feeling swept over his body, and the whole environment was filled with unease.

Yan Chuxue next to him also had a bad expression. The head in his arms was shaking, as if afraid of something.

His body was too weak now, and the shaking of his head made it difficult for him to stand steadily.

Feng Zhibei glanced at the head in Yan Chuxue's arms out of the corner of his eye.

It is afraid, afraid of what is above its head and what is outside the window.

What could possibly frighten a child who died and turned into a monster so much?

As time passed, the things outside the window and above his head did not go away, and Feng Zhibei's feet were already a little numb.

A large puddle of water had formed at their feet, leaving them with nowhere to sit, and the uneasy feeling grew stronger.

At this tense moment, something strange happened suddenly.

The head in Yan Chuxue's arms somehow found strength to break free from his restraints and rolled into the pool of dirty water.

"Walk!"

Feng Zhibei pulled Yan Chuxue up and quickly moved to a place away from the window.

Almost at the same time, something on the ceiling moved.

A black shadow whizzed by, stretched out a long object, rolled up the child's head on the ground, and quickly ran away before anyone could see its appearance clearly.

The whole process took only a few seconds and was almost silent.

Feng Zhibei was panting, standing in front of Yan Chuxue, staring out the window.

That is something that cannot be called a human being.

The part above its neck disappeared out of thin air, leaving only a broken neck and a mutilated body. It was wearing a dark red ancient costume embroidered with delicate patterns, which made it look particularly luxurious.

"Wedding clothes are for women getting married."

Yan Chuxue said behind him.

The headless female corpse turned stiffly, and the side of her body was illuminated by ghost lights.

Only then did Feng Zhibei see clearly that her clothes were soaked.

“Boom.”

There was a sound of something hitting the ground.

The next scene made Feng Zhibei's face turn pale.

The female corpse bent down stiffly, picked up a head that was so beautiful that it didn't look like a real person, and pressed it against her neck.

There were blood stains around the mouth of the head, as if it had just eaten something.

Its head rotated ninety degrees, and its pair of inorganic eyes looked at Feng Zhibei.

Feng Zhibei's whole body trembled violently and his pupils shrank.

That face is exactly the same as Ji Ling's.

Yan Chuxue silently clenched her fists behind him, gritted her teeth and stared at the woman's face.

At this critical moment, the system prompt sound suddenly rang.

[Ding! Congratulations to the host for obtaining the additional effect: The gaze of the Queen of Qingshui City.]

The Queen will always watch over you until she personally brings you death.

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