Chapter 62: Dwarf Hut (Part 9)
The sun rises from the top of the mountain, and another day comes. The pixelated red lanterns in front of the paper village go out, and the paper figures disappear.
Tang Shui leaned against the window, observing the situation outside.
She has been trapped in this small village for a long time.
This flat village seemed safe and harmless, and even the nights were much calmer than in other dungeons, but this was a four-star dungeon after all.
She saw with her own eyes a player who went out at night and was torn into pieces of paper by a paper man before he could even take a few steps, without even making a sound.
This is the truth of the quiet night. There is no chance to resist or ask for help, and you will be killed.
In this flat world, everyone's body is so fragile that it will break with the slightest pull.
Tang Shui looked at the paper-made villagers wandering in the street outside the window, and a drop of cold sweat ran across his forehead.
There was an old lady in the house where she lived. The old lady claimed to be the grandmother of the deceased NPC girl and told her a lot of stories about herself.
For example, the old lady doesn't have a good memory, but she has lived here for many years.
For example, she came here to wait for the princess to get married, but she waited for many years and the princess's prince still did not appear.
Tang Shui thought of the "princess" lying in the coffin, and couldn't help twitching his lips.
It was hard to imagine the scene of that person marrying the dungeon NPC, and she hoped that she would not have the chance to see this scene.
But this is a key piece of information: the princess is going to get married, and this copy hides another NPC, the prince.
She sat by the window, looked at the bustling graphic world outside, and sighed.
“Boom, boom.”
There was a sudden knock on the door of the house.
Tang Shui looked out through the crack in the door and saw her president Jin Yu.
After Jin Yu turned into a plane, he looked like a cartoon character, with blond hair and blue eyes, and he was out of place in the surrounding environment.
This 2D flower boy is now knocking on her door.
Jin Yu gestured for Tang Shui to go out.
"The remaining players are all outside. It's no use staying here forever. We have to find a way out."
Tang Shui nodded, glanced at the NPC old lady sleeping on the bed, and followed him out the door.
Jin Yu is a very strange person. He doesn't have strong combat capabilities and he is not smart either. People who know him well know that he has low emotional intelligence and is the type who easily makes enemies.
He did not rely on his absolutely accurate prediction ability to protect the future of the guild as other players imagined.
Tang Shui stared at the back of his president in a daze.
All players, as long as they are not completely dead and have not turned into ashes, can basically be revived.
This is Jin Yu’s true attribute, resurrection.
As for the prophecy... she didn't know where this attribute came from, no one knew, but he did have a 100% accuracy rate in his predictions.
Tang Shui thought again of her partner whose life or death was unknown. Jin Yu only said that he was not dead, and never told her the rest.
She sighed silently. Her temper had worn off in just a few months. Now she just wanted to complete a few dungeons and accumulate enough points to log out of the game.
"...President, what are your thoughts now?"
Jin Yu led her to a small house, counting on his fingers as he walked, "Yes. The witch didn't make any movement last night, which means he must be a player who is easily guessed, so he doesn't dare to curse others easily."
Tang Shui nodded in agreement.
After saying this, Jin Yu stopped talking and just stared at his cracked palms.
Possessing a powerful attribute means that the backlash to oneself will be more severe. His body looks no different from that of a normal person, but his insides have been completely shattered into ashes, and he is only relying on the attribute to survive.
He pushed the door open and entered one of the rooms.
"Now that everyone is here, let's vote first."
Inside the house, the young boy Amin sat on one of the chairs and looked up at the two of them.
A disabled NPC was lying at his feet. Tang Shui looked at him for a long time, and when he saw the NPC's face clearly, his hair stood on end.
This NPC actually looks exactly like the old woman in her house.
Amin followed her gaze and smiled faintly, but the smile looked weird no matter how he looked at it.
"I didn't break any rules, it was the NPC who attacked me first... But this is also good, it frees up a room for us."
But the players around him didn't seem to agree with him. They all sat far away and seemed a little afraid.
Jin Yu ignored this little incident and spoke directly: "There are only a few of us left now. The game is not over yet, which means the witch is not dead yet..."
He paused and added, "Of course, the other players who disappeared aren't necessarily dead."
Armin nodded, "Indeed. At least my brother is not dead."
There is telepathy between the twins, and he can feel that the other person is not in danger of life at this moment.
Tang Shui shook her ponytail, found an open space to sit down alone, and observed the players around her.
There were only five players present, which was a major reduction compared to the full house at the start of the game.
And the game is only halfway through.
After scanning the entire environment, she raised her heroic eyes slightly, a little puzzled.
Feng Zhibei is missing.
"...There are only a few players left now, so let's stop talking nonsense and talk about the witch candidates first."
Jin Yu crossed his long legs, but the posture looked a little funny on a paper man.
"I...I think it might be him!"
The middle-aged woman suddenly stood up and pointed her finger at Amin.
The atmosphere in the whole room suddenly became tense.
On the other hand, Feng Zhibei, the witch at the center of the topic, had no idea what the other players were going through at that moment.
He found a wooden sword on the second floor, went downstairs and prepared to go to the forest alone and walk the path to the mistletoe again.
Before leaving, Feng Zhibei checked Yan Chuxue lying in the coffin.
The other person looked paler than before, with spots of bruise-like marks on his skin, and his breathing was still undetectable, just like in the past few days.
Feng Zhibei hesitated for a few moments, but finally tore open his clothes and reached in to touch his chest.
thump.
thump.
The vibration of the heartbeat was felt.
He breathed a sigh of relief, thankfully there was still a heartbeat.
The skin beneath my hand felt smooth and as cold as ever, like a piece of polished marble.
Thinking of this, Feng Zhibei was stunned for a moment, then suddenly withdrew his hand and looked away.
He felt strangely uncomfortable, perhaps because he hadn't had close contact with other people for so long.
"I'm checking... to see if he's still alive."
His eyes were wandering, and he found a very legitimate excuse for himself.
Yes, that's right, there is no other meaning.
Feng Zhibei convinced himself, so he straightened the other person's clothes with peace of mind, picked up the wooden sword, opened the wooden door and walked out of the house.
The sun was shining brightly outside, the air in the forest was very fresh, and a few crisp bird calls came from the depths.
This place looks no different from an ordinary forest park.
Feng Zhibei recalled the route he took last night and pushed aside the branches that blocked the way.
It was very strange. He clearly remembered that there were not so many obstacles on the road last night, but today there were not only many but also many.
The deeper he went into the forest, the dimmer the light became. After he had repeatedly pushed aside the branches that had caught his hair, he realized that this might not be an illusion, and that these trees had really grown overnight.
The tall trees almost blocked out the entire sky. I didn't know when the birds stopped singing and there was silence all around.
Feng Zhibei walked forward cautiously, and suddenly heard a burst of tiny noises in his ears.
He stood there, frowning and listening.
This sounds like... running water?
Feng Zhibei turned his head and looked in the direction blocked by branches and leaves.
The group of water ghosts that he and Yan Chuxue encountered on the frozen lake last night are unlikely to show up during the day.
Although he was a little scared, he still walked towards the direction where the sound of flowing water came from.
Feng Zhibei prepared himself mentally as he walked.
He was not afraid of water ghosts. On the contrary, these things rarely scared him. Most of the time, they just made him feel disgusted.
What he was really afraid of was water.
The sound of rushing water was getting closer and closer. Feng Zhibei's Adam's apple rolled twice and his mind was highly concentrated.
Ever since he recalled all his memories, he has become more and more afraid of water. This feeling was not obvious when someone was with him last night, but now he is alone.
This road is somewhat similar to the one we took last night, but not exactly the same. It should lead to the river from the other side.
Feng Zhibei also paid special attention to the bushes under his feet, but there was no eye in it as he had seen last night.
He was halfway there when he suddenly stopped.
"...Why does this sound of water seem to come from the sky?"
Feng Zhibei was confused.
He raised his wooden sword and gently pushed aside the branches above his head. In an instant, sunlight shone through the gaps into the dark forest, casting a few spots of light.
The sound of water suddenly became violent.
Feng Zhibei was so stimulated by the sunlight that he couldn't open his eyes for a while. It took him a few seconds to lift his eyelids with difficulty. When he saw the scene in the sky, he couldn't help but open his mouth wide.
"……This is……"
Above the forest, a river flows down from the high clouds, reflecting dots of light under the sunlight, like a beautiful piece of silver silk.
There was a faint rainbow beside the river, and a few crows were flying around the rainbow.
The crows here are very fat, and their red eyes are like two beautiful glass beads, revealing a clear stupidity, which is completely different from the vicious crows encountered before.
There were even a few crows that brought a few roses and dropped them from the sky, letting the petals flow down the water.
Feng Zhibei took a deep breath, and an inexplicable feeling of discomfort overwhelmed his fear of the water flow.
He put down the wooden sword, and the sound of the water was covered up again, reduced a little.
He estimated the direction where the water would eventually flow and continued moving towards it.
This copy is definitely the work of Yan Chuxue.
Feng Zhibei's face was gloomy, and he recalled the scene concept design drawing he was invited to draw.
A river fell from the sky accompanied by a rainbow, and crows picked up human eyeballs and threw them into the water. The client required the entire atmosphere to be weird and holy, almost exactly the same as the previous scene.
Except…what the crow was holding turned into a rose.
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