Chapter 28 Fever on a Rainy Night

“Boom!”

A familiar bell rang in the distance, as if it was the signal to launch a charge. A tide of corpses poured in from the small breakthrough in an instant.

Looking up, I saw a creeping darkness rising and falling in the night.

The players closest to the gap quickly put away the umbrellas that were hindering their speed, and swarmed towards the temple - the sharp-eyed people had already discovered that the zombies were only lingering around the temple and not entering.

Some people even turned back to the old woman's house before they went too far.

The panic of escaping made everyone unable to remain rational. In order to compete for the opportunity to enter the temple first, many people fought at the door.

Wherever Li Ziyue looked, there was chaos.

I don’t know how much blood of other players is mixed in the rainwater under my feet.

Internal fighting, external fighting, screaming, and crying.

Wherever there are people, there is hell.

Li Ziyue's eyes dimmed, and he ran forward with his other hand, dragging Sun Yuancheng, who was about to faint.

The only thing that makes people feel at ease at the moment is that the umbrella given by the old woman is indeed reliable. So far, the rain has not wet his clothes, so he does not have to suffer the pain of being "burned" by water for the time being.

The temple gate is not spacious, and there is a very high threshold in front of it, which slows down people's progress.

Several people were arguing over there, and their swinging fists affected innocent people around them. People's emotions were like bombs that had exploded, and at this moment they were in chaos. Some people even stepped on other people's bodies.

Li Ziyue was stuck in the crowd. Before he could even exert any strength, he was forcibly pushed in by the people around him.

He managed to steady himself, and the buzzing sound of chaos rang in his ears again.

Some players are screaming.

"My umbrella!"

"Why...why did the umbrella start to rot? What's going on? This temple..."

"Run! Run! Hide, hide under the temple..."

Before Sun Yuancheng could catch his breath, Li Ziyue pulled him to run again.

One third of his umbrella had been swallowed up by rain and was leaking everywhere, so it was obviously unusable. However, the one in Li Ziyue's hand looked pretty good.

Li Ziyue pulled him under the umbrella, and the two ran in the rain in silence.

When he had a break, Sun Yuancheng inadvertently glanced at Li Ziyue's profile hidden by the umbrella - it was as cold and white as a clear crescent moon.

His jaw was tense, his lips were pursed, and his expression could not be seen clearly.

For some reason, Sun Yuancheng felt a pang in his heart.

The heavy rain had already reached everyone's ankles. Their feet were tortured by the rain and felt hot and numb. Although they were moving, it was as if they had no legs.

The person gradually lost consciousness.

It was unknown how long it had been until Sun Yuancheng smelled a faint fragrance in his nose, and he suddenly came back to his senses.

Li Ziyue, who was always indifferent, now slightly bent his body and leaned against the vermilion pillar in the corridor of the temple. His face was as pale as paper, which made his black eyebrows and eyelashes look even more charming.

Like a beautiful yet fragile butterfly hiding under the green leaves.

Sun Yuancheng was stunned.

"elder brother……"

Li Ziyue seemed to wake up suddenly.

He looked at Sun Yuancheng, his misty eyes concealing an inexplicable complexity.

Sun Yuancheng found it difficult to describe the feeling of being stared at by Li Ziyue like this.

It wasn't like he was looking at him.

It was as if I was looking at another person in time and space through the word "Brother" he called me.

Sun Yuancheng felt sore in his hands and feet.

Li Ziyue was stunned for several seconds, then he supported his forehead with one hand and hid his eyebrows and eyes in his palm.

His voice was already hoarse, revealing an irrepressible fatigue: "...I'm here."

Sun Yuancheng bit his lower lip, and after a long while, he tentatively asked, "Brother...are you okay?"

Li Ziyue just shook his head.

He quickly put away the umbrella, probably coming back to his senses, for his lips were gradually turning blood red again, no longer as pale as before.

Only then did Sun Yuancheng feel relieved.

Little did he know that as Li Ziyue was leaning against the pillar, his clothes were already wet. It seemed as if a ball of fire had been burning over there, and Li Ziyue was being roasted on charcoal.

He suppressed the pain silently and let Sun Yuancheng walk ahead.

Passing through the long corridor, the internal structure of the temple gradually becomes clear.

This temple was built in a strange way. It was not a common rectangle in shape, but a circle. The rooms on the circle seemed to be precisely copied and pasted, all towering into the sky. People standing in the open space in the middle looked like frogs trapped at the bottom of a well.

There was an identical red sedan chair placed in front of each room.

Li Ziyue took a deep breath.

My chest was filled with cold and damp air.

Bored.

The same room, the same sedan chair, which one was the place where he finally "killed"...

The paper sedan bearers were already soaked, their lower bodies rapidly shrank into the mire, and deep dents were left on their shoulders as they carried the sedan.

At this point, it would be more accurate to say that they were crawling on the ground like worms rather than walking.

The red sedan moves very slowly, but the players standing in the corridor dare not move.

Everyone's body seemed to be fixed by some monster. They were motionless except for their eyes wide open and their heads raised, staring blankly at the giant object in front of them.

In front of the room dedicated to Buddha on the deepest level, there was a wooden cross that was so tall that the top was invisible. In the middle of the cross, a bloody man could be vaguely seen. His limbs were tied with iron chains and his head drooped weakly. His sparse black hair was wet by the rain and condensed into long strips, covering his face.

The clothes he was wearing were washed away by blood and rain so that the color could not be seen clearly. There were holes everywhere. One side of his foot was rotten, and rotten flesh and white bones protruded.

However, this is not the most terrifying thing. There is a two-meter-high thick pillar on both sides of the cross. There is a handle next to the pillar, and a rotating gear is installed at the lower end. The gear is connected to a long and thick rope, and the other end of the rope is connected to the neck of the dead person on the cross.

He had apparently been dead for some time.

Li Ziyue's eyes gradually turned cold, and countless voices were shouting in his mind.

[“The murderer is inside!”]

[“Catch him! Hang him!”]

Hanging...

A few villagers passed by with black rubber buckets in their hands. Li Ziyue lowered his eyes and saw a few blood-stained towels in the buckets. The bottom of the towels were bulging, and he didn't know what was hidden.

The villagers seemed not to notice the player and continued talking to themselves.

"These people are really desperate. They actually dared to kill the bride and wanted to run away? Where can they run to? We will catch them anyway."

"No one can do it in our village. The murderer who killed the bride... Humph, he will be hanged."

"This Buddha is really weird. As long as we have evidence, he can help us tie the murderer to the execution platform. It's really convenient..."

Several chilling laughs were heard one after another.

It turns out not to be that simple.

Li Ziyue slowly closed his eyes.

The old woman wants the player to kill the bride, and according to these villagers -

He looked up at the dead man on the cross.

If the killing is seen, with the help of Buddha, the player has almost no way to escape.

No wonder this task gives so many points, it turns out it's another life-or-death gamble.

A reminder sound came from the system.

["Rescue the Bride - Thousand-Handed Guanyin" quest branch news - "Dead Man on the Cross" and "Villagers' Conversation" have been completed. The information required for the quest is complete. The quest requirements are now announced again]

[Task requirements: Players only need to leave a stab wound on the bride to complete the task, and do not need to kill the bride]

Just need to stab... no need to kill...

The points you get for completing a task remain the same, but the difficulty of the task drops dramatically, which is a huge temptation.

Li Ziyue only felt a tightness in his chest.

It went so smoothly.

At first, he thought he was in a dangerous situation and had to be careful to avoid being judged as the murderer. However, the issuance of the task and the reduction of difficulty were extending a friendly hand to Li Ziyue - do you want to find the real murderer? Just go and see.

Do you want to clear yourself of suspicion? Just let the villagers see other players kill people.

Other players will take the initiative to kill people, and there is no need for Li Ziyue to intervene.

It went so smoothly, so smoothly that it made him feel creepy.

It felt like he was facing a very new and strange question. The question setter tested a knowledge point in a corner of the book or suddenly changed a known condition of a question that everyone was used to doing, making all the candidate's previous experience invalid.

If candidates continue to think in the same way as before, they will be led by the test setter to a very simple method of solving the problem.

Candidates write along this line of thought, using all known conditions and all calculations to produce answers.

However.

It's so easy.

There are 20 points in three steps. Anyone will feel that the answer is not right. Even though everything is reasonable and well-founded, students will still feel uneasy and will read the question several times to reorganize their thoughts.

"I figured it out, but my method is too simple. I must be wrong. Wait a minute, I'll think about it..."

I started to become suspicious.

Just like the situation Li Ziyue is in now.

“Clang!”

A shrill gong sounded, and the red sedan stopped in front of the room where the Buddha statue was.

Then, a sharp and piercing shout penetrated the ears of everyone present.

"The bride is getting off the sedan!"

The sedan chair tilted forward, and the red cloth covering the front was lifted from the inside. Under the thick rain curtain, several groups of red could be seen taking small steps towards the temple room.

“Squeak—”

The square wooden door was slowly opened. It was so dark inside that everyone could only see the red being swallowed by the darkness. Then the door slowly closed, leaving only a gap.

Everyone froze, observing the reactions of those around them.

No one dared to be the first to open the door.

They were not stupid, and knew that if they were seen by others while stabbing, they would be hanged, but...if they did not leave, what would happen if the bride was eaten by the evil spirit inside? These 8,000 points were really tempting.

Li Ziyue was not in a hurry. His best choice now was to stay away from the room where the bride entered——

But which room doesn't have a bride?

In every room.

Where should he go?

Li Ziyue supported his forehead with one hand, but the moment he touched it, his fingertips, which were still cool, suddenly retracted due to the heat.

He opened his eyes slightly, and as if he was belatedly aware, his body suddenly felt sore and weak, his limbs became extremely heavy, and the scene in front of him was shrouded in layers of thick fog, making it difficult to see clearly...

My head felt extremely heavy, as if a hundred-pound iron ball was hung on my neck. No matter how I tried to think, it was all a mess.

If he was right...

He must have a fever at this critical moment.