Chapter 51 Happy Event in the Mountain Village 11 The young man was thrown onto the bed and pinned down.

At night, the Zheng family's house closed the gate after all the guests left. Bai Chuan left An Rao alone in room 201 and locked the door before going to room 205 with everyone else.

The moment the gate closed, the NPCs disappeared without a trace again. The autumn night in the mountains was foggy, and the hazy red lights of the lanterns enveloped the entire yard in a strange red light. The night wind made the lanterns sway, and the shadows floated with them, like countless ghosts wandering.

"Let me first talk about my feelings. I think the whole village is very abnormal. This is a village deep in the mountains, but they love their daughters too much," Gao Zhifei spoke first. "This village has almost no trace of modernization. According to general customs, the villagers should be very biased towards boys. Even if they are not biased towards girls, they should be equal to men and women. But today, when He Xin and I walked in the village, we could clearly feel that the villagers were very doting on their daughters and generally ignored their sons. This strange attitude may be a breakthrough."

"I agree," Shi Yirou continued, taking over Gao Zhifei's words, "In the afternoon, Dr. Lin said that his water cup was missing. I went to help him find it, and found that the Zheng family's daughter had her own study, but the son didn't even have his own room. Although the whole house was decorated in Chinese style, the pink curtains, exquisite potted plants, and small decorations everywhere were obviously things that girls liked. The Zheng family's yard was so big, but there was not a single toy that boys liked to play with. There was not even a football, basketball, or even a leather ball."

"Is it not good to like daughters?" Fang Qingqing pouted. "It's rare to find a family that attaches so much importance to marrying off their daughters. Being their daughter must be very happy! Now that I have to marry someone else, I don't know if my husband is a good man who knows how to be kind and caring. Don't be like my mother, who happily married into a family and then suffered grievances all her life. I hope she is happy, even if she is a ghost, I hope she is happy!"

"No, she's not married, she's dead! Run! We have to get out!" Cheng Lin stood up trembling, contrary to his previous timid look. "We are going to die, we are all going to die! These are all fake!"

"Cheng Lin, please explain yourself clearly!" Su Ming was anxious.

"This is a haunted house! There are ghosts everywhere! If she were happy she wouldn't be a ghost!" Cheng Lin yelled.

"Nonsense." Su Ming rolled his eyes after hearing this wave of ineffective output.

"Impossible, we can't escape, we're done...ah!" Cheng Lin was still muttering to himself, and then he was punched on the back of the head by the scarred man in the same room. He screamed and fainted.

"Damn it!" The scarred man shook his hands, his vicious face full of impatience.

An Rao sat obediently at the head of the bed with his eyes closed. Before leaving, Bai Chuan asked him to sit at the head of the bed with his eyes closed to rest, so he sat obediently with his eyes closed, not moving. The room was filled with warm light. Electricity was too precious in the mountains, and the wattage of the bulbs in each room was very low.

It was not time to turn off the lights yet. An Rao closed his eyes, quietly feeling the familiar feeling of being watched.

"Who are you?" An Rao lowered his eyes, his thick eyelashes trembling slightly as he moved his eyes. His originally pale face took on a rare flush of color because of the strong effect of the homemade wine.

"You've been looking at me since I can remember. Why do you keep looking at me?"

"What do I have that's worth you spending so much time looking at?"

The only response to him was silence. The tall and short chess pieces in the room were silent in the dim light. The small black tiles on the wall reflected a distorted, gray face belonging to An Rao. He stared sinisterly and coldly at the young man who was taking a nap at the head of the bed. He was wearing a white shirt and black pants, and looked handsome yet fragile.

Today, everyone explored the village and Zheng's house separately. It seemed that they got a lot of information, but this information was like a mess of puzzle pieces on the ground. There was no clue that could be effectively pieced together.

It was a day of futility.

"The lights are about to be turned off." He Xin said, looking at the wristband.

"Will anyone else die tonight?" Su Ming asked.

No one can answer this question. Even if no one dies now, if the game stamp and the exit are not found quickly, no one will survive the wedding day.

Fang Qingqing was washing her hair in the bathroom in a hurry. The dim shower cubicle was filled with water vapor. Fang Qingqing closed her eyes under the shower and washed the foam off her hair. The clean water wet the frosted glass used for dry and wet partitions, filling up every uneven gap in the frosted glass. On the mirror-smooth glass, a gloomy and gray girl with long hair spread out stared at Fang Qingqing, who was washing her hair under the shower, expressionlessly.

Fang Qingqing, who was washing her hair with foam, saw a long-haired figure appear on the glass in a trance. Before she could see clearly, the water immediately covered her eyes. Fang Qingqing hurriedly wiped the water off her face, but found that there was nothing on the glass.

"Swoosh." Fang Qingqing turned off the shower, and the water marks on the frosted glass slowly evaporated, returning to its frosted texture that could not reflect any reflection.

*

"Click." The door opened. An Rao slowly turned his head towards the door and saw a tall man in black walking in. He was extremely handsome but his temperament was so cold that it reminded people of an icy spring in the snowy mountains. He did not have the slightest bit of gentleness like the white feathers by his ears.

"Hello." An Rao nodded politely to the man, then stood up and walked out normally.

"Where are you going?" the man asked.

An Rao did not answer, as if he did not hear the question at all. He brushed past Bai Chuan who was standing at the door and walked out without looking back.

"Doctor Lin?" Bai Chuan turned around and frowned at him, calling his name for the first time. However, the young man seemed to be possessed and walked out unconsciously.

Baichuan chased after him and grabbed the young man's arm: "Come back with me."

Unexpectedly, Dr. Lin, who usually looks frail, is surprisingly strong at this moment. He shakes off Baichuan's hand and continues to walk forward.

Bai Chuan frowned, rushed behind the young man and picked him up. Regardless of the young man's fierce struggle, he picked him up and strode into the room. Wang Quanmin, who was standing in front of the water room with a thermos and witnessing everything, was left there stunned.

——Young people nowadays are really hard to understand...

The young man was thrown onto the bed and pinned down, but he still did not wake up. He struggled to get up.

Why is he so stubborn? Baichuan frowned, used his knee to block the young man's leg when he was about to kick, and clamped his hand to prevent him from struggling.

What next, what should we do next?

He remembered what the young man had said to him before Lao Zheng forced him to drink for the second time: "If I do anything strange after drinking this time, please hug me immediately, kiss me, touch me, and do anything like a couple, and I will wake up."

Like a couple.

Baichuan recalled many scenes he had seen in the hotel. The horror and disorder of the amusement park drove the players almost crazy. He had seen it many times, on the sofas in the corridors, in closed elevators, in large open rooms, and even on chairs on the balcony, men and women indulged in love, entangled with each other, and lost themselves in lust.

Those images flashed through his mind, and Baichuan stared at the young man's dazed face. His thick eyelashes trembled slightly, casting two furry shadows on his thin cheeks. He showed no sign of waking up.

The strong and thin hands directly grabbed the chin of the handsome young man under her, unbuttoned his shirt, and then kissed him.

not enough.

If the kiss was a little harder, the young man's petal-like lips would be kissed red, with water stains overflowing from the corners of his lips. His skin, which was exposed to the air because his shirt buttons were undone, was covered with a thin layer of red under the effect of alcohol, which looked extremely charming under the dim light.

Why haven’t you woken up yet?

*

Fang Qingqing hurried back to Room 205, and before she entered the room, she heard a series of coughs coming from inside.

"Grandpa Wang?" Fang Qingqing walked in immediately, put down what she was holding, and then helped pat Wang Quanmin's back.

“Cough, cough, cough!” Wang Quanmin waved his hands weakly. “I want to, cough, drink some water, cough, cough—”

"Okay," Fang Qingqing immediately stood up to get the kettle, "Ah, there's no water. I'll go get some water. Please wait a moment!"

Fang Qingqing said as she went out with the thermos. There were still five minutes, which was enough time to get some water.

The water room was right next to the bathroom. Fang Qingqing trotted over and put the thermos under the faucet, panting. Then she turned on the faucet, but not a drop of water came out.

"Why isn't water coming out?" Fang Qingqing frowned and moved closer to check. Her half-dry hair slid down and blocked her view. Fang Qingqing fixed her hair with her hands and had no way to fix the broken faucet. In the quiet courtyard, Wang Quanmin coughed heavily. Fang Qingqing was a little anxious. Although the life and death of other players were not important in the dangerous game, people can really die. Fang Qingqing felt numb all over when she thought that Wang Quanmin might choke and die in his own room.

The old man's heavy cough seemed to urge her to hurry up. While she was in a hurry, Fang Qingqing saw a bamboo chopstick on the water tank, so she immediately used it as a hairpin to tie up her hair.

Behind her head where she couldn't see, a yellow talisman rolled up in a hairpin that looked like a bamboo chopstick began to silently emit a cluster of blue flames, like the faint will-o'-the-wisp fire on the hair. The black spell spread along Fang Qingqing's hand holding the hairpin, like a vine, along her arm and even her body. Soon Fang Qingqing's body was covered with strange runes like black tattoos.

In a trance, Fang Qingqing saw the missing Wei Ronger standing at the door of Room 205, waving at her with a smile: "Qingqing, Grandpa Wang is well now, please come back soon, the lights are about to be turned off."

"Sister Rong'er?" Fang Qingqing looked at Wei Rong'er with surprise, "Great! You're still alive! Everyone has been looking for you today!"

"Yes, I'm fine. I just went out to look for clues today. I found the clues to my departure. Come back soon and I'll tell you!" Wei Ronger smiled. Her black suit was clean and tidy, but there was strangely no shadow under the light.

"Coming soon!" Fang Qingqing said as she ran quickly towards Wei Ronger.

At this moment, the yard suddenly fell into thick darkness and the lights went out.