Chapter 360: The Terrifying Livestream Room (15)

Villager: "Of course, the wind is very strong at night all year round here, but it is much better during the day. So villagers usually don't go out at night, for fear of being blown away by the wind."

"I have prepared breakfast for you. We don't have anything particularly fancy to offer you, but everything is absolutely all-natural and has never been sprayed with pesticides."

Fragrant corn on the cob, soft and tender sweet potatoes, and white rice porridge.

Wen Wan swallowed hard, but when she tasted it, it had no flavor at all. She took two bites and then put it down.

The others ate a lot, but a few newcomers were scared and had a poor appetite, so they didn't eat much.

Chen Zijie said, "Gao Yaozu is dead."

"How did he die?" Qi asked quietly.

Chen Zijie: "He left the house last night, and when he was found today, he was just skin and bones. His flesh and bones had been stripped away."

Qi quietly took a deep breath.

She was a little scared and gripped Wen Wan's arm tightly. Wen Wan patted Qi Qiaoqiao's hand and said, "Don't be nervous. She opened the door on her own. You didn't open the door, so nothing will happen."

"Really?"

Wen Wan had no idea whether it was true or not, but she knew that a newcomer's mental state was more likely to collapse and cause trouble, so she said, "As long as you don't do stupid things, you won't die. Those who die are the ones who do stupid things."

Qi Qingqing: "..."

Chen Zijie: "Chen Yao is right. He was killed because he went out. Now we need to start dividing into groups. We have a total of nine people now, and we will temporarily divide into three groups. One group will go to the peach blossom forest, one group will wander around the village, and the other group will be responsible for matters related to the sacrificial ceremony."

What is a sacrifice?

"Let me explain. The village has a tradition of worshipping the river god. In the past, young girls were thrown into the river and then married to the river god to pray for good weather and a bountiful harvest in the coming year. Although this tradition no longer exists, the custom of worship has been left behind, only the real people have been replaced with paper effigies."

Qi quietly raised her hand, "Is that paper effigy a real paper effigy? Don't they do that in horror movies? Since this is an important plot point, it can't be something so ordinary, right?"

Chen Zijie: "Of course. When I investigated the rituals during my previous missions, I did find some unusual things. If we can solve the mystery of the rituals, we might be able to leave."

Qi Qingqing: "..."

Wen Wanqi and Xue Lin were in the same group.

The other six people were divided into two groups, with each group having at least one elderly person leading the group.

Chen Lin became the temporary leader of the group. After breakfast, they prepared to investigate the sacrificial ceremony.

Chen Lin emphasized, "The sacrificial ceremony is usually held at noon, and you must never try to interrupt it or provoke the people performing the ceremony, otherwise you will be cursed. Players who are cursed usually do not survive the night."

Qi Qiaoqiao: "How scary."

Holding Wen Wan's hand, he said, "But don't worry, goddess, I will definitely protect you."

Wen Yan: "..."

Thank you so much!

"Afterwards, we can get some information from the villagers and also conduct on-site investigations, but we must be extremely careful and say as little as possible to avoid making mistakes."

The two nodded.

Soon they arrived at the riverbank where the sacrificial ceremony was to be held, where preparations had already begun. Chen Lin approached the villagers and chatted with them, just like any other tourist.

Wen Wan is also planning to have a chat with them.

Qi Mingyue, on the other hand, was unusually quiet.

Wen Wan found a kind-looking middle-aged woman and approached her to ask her something. However, before Wen Wan could even ask, the woman looked at her with extreme fear and ran away without even taking the paper candles on the ground.

Wen Yan: "???"

Qi Qingqing: "???"

"Has she... gone mad?"

Wen Wan: "I don't know either. Maybe they need to pee. Let's ask someone else."

This time it was an old man. When he saw Wen Wan, he looked like he'd seen a ghost. But the old man had trouble walking, so Wen Wan grabbed his arm. "Grandpa, why are you so scared of me? This is my first time visiting Peach Blossom Village. You must have never seen me before, right?"

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry, it's all our fault, please don't come looking for me."

Wen Yan: "???"

As he spoke, he even knelt down. Wen Wan quickly pulled him aside to prevent more people from approaching. "What do you mean? Explain yourself clearly, or I'll come looking for you."

The old man: "..."

"Xiao Huan! It's not that we're heartless. Back then, the river god was angry and brought down a flood. We had no choice but to offer you as a sacrifice to the river god. We couldn't bear to part with you!"

Wen Yan: "???"

Who is Xiao Huan?

But that's not important. What's important is that this is definitely good information, so he took the opportunity to start asking questions.

"What do you mean? You'd better explain everything you've done, or I'll kill you."

"I'll talk, I'll talk."

From the old man's words, Wen Wan learned something: Xiao Huan, the most beautiful girl in the village, was an orphan who grew up with her grandmother.

Thirty years ago, the river god was angry and caused three months of continuous heavy rain. The crops in the fields were all flooded and died, landslides occurred, and even the villagers' houses were destroyed. Several people in the village died.

Then the village elders said that the river god was angry and that a young girl needed to be sacrificed.

So Xiao Huan was the one chosen. At that time, Xiao Huan had just been admitted to university and was about to go to university to register. However, she was captured by the villagers, tied up, and thrown into the river to complete the sacrifice to the river god.

Two weeks later, the rain stopped.

The river god's anger subsided.

Wen Wan was utterly speechless; how could such a natural disaster be used as an excuse for murder?

Do I look a lot like Xiaohuan?

Old man: "It's not just similar, it's exactly the same."

Wen Wan: "..." Suddenly the atmosphere became terrifying.

"What about Xiao Huan's grandmother?"

"When Xiao Huan's grandmother found out that her granddaughter had been made the bride of the river god, she was so angry that she died."

Qi Qiaoqiao: "Worse than an animal."

The old man said, "There's nothing we can do about it! If Xiao Huan doesn't die, the river god's anger won't subside, and hundreds of people in our village will die. We're all forced into this situation; it's all because of the river god."

Qi Qiaoqiao: "Shameless."

The old man suddenly grabbed Wen Wan's arm. "No, you're not Xiao Huan. How could Xiao Huan still be so young? You're a human being. Why are you impersonating Xiao Huan? What are your intentions?"

Wen Wan pushed the person away, "Are you sick? Didn't you all say I was Xiao Huan's? Why are you regretting it now? You know you can't turn the tables on someone, right?"

The old man pretended to get up and beat Wen Wan, but Wen Wan directly controlled the old man with her mind, and then watched him smash his head against the wall and die. She then quietly left with Qi.

"Goddess? He...he's dead?"

Wen Wan: "He's an NPC, he won't die."

Qi Qingqing: "..."

Chen Lin came over when she heard the noise, and Qi Qiaoqiao told her what had just happened. Chen Lin looked at Wen Wan in surprise, "Why do you look exactly like Xiao Huan? One person might lie, but two people might be telling the truth."