Chapter 197
The male owner of this small house is surnamed Chen, but he never said his full name, Old Chen.
Yitu and the others didn't care. The name didn't matter. What was more important was that they had to figure out what was going on in the card room in a short period of time.
Old Chen was not surprised by the arrival of strange guests and showed unusual enthusiasm and politeness, which inevitably made people wonder whether he had some ulterior motive.
However, the host did not make any requests to them. He just sat with Yitu and others at the mahogany table in the lobby and chatted leisurely.
None of them touched the rice porridge and steamed buns on the table, even though they were still steaming.
"Are you all going to the town ahead to work and earn money to support your families?" Old Chen asked with a smile:
"Several young men passed by our Chenjia Village before. When it got late, they wanted to stay overnight. But they were turned away several times. That's why they knocked on my door."
When Yitu and the other two heard this, they looked at each other.
When they arrived at the first solid circle, there was only this small house in the vast darkness.
It is not like what Lao Chen said, there is no such thing as a village, and it is even more impossible to be rejected.
Realizing that there was a gap between the NPC's cognition and the player's, Yitu felt more confident.
If this small house is regarded as a small closed card field, then to NPC Lao Chen, they may just be ordinary passers-by.
"Yes, we are also going to the town ahead. I heard that life there is very good."
Yitu continued Old Chen's words, "Mr. Chen, have the people who went to the town ahead with us ever come back?"
He looked at Lao Chen, trying to read some information from that round face.
However, Lao Chen just shook his head and said, "No, I have never seen anyone come back."
When he said this, Yitu and the other two felt a sinking feeling in their hearts.
"But no matter how prosperous the town is, it's not as good as your own home." Old Chen suddenly sighed and said:
"I used to be just like you. I left my wife and children at a young age to go out and work, but in the end, everything was gone."
"My son tragically died in an accident half a year ago. My wife was devastated by the loss of our child and soon after chose to commit suicide at home."
"I was away from home at the time and knew nothing about it. It wasn't until I didn't hear from my wife for three months that I realized something was wrong and rushed home."
"But it's too late. The tragedy has already happened. I feel so sorry for both the mother and the child."
When Old Chen talked about the scars of the past, his expression became particularly gloomy and sad.
Yitu and Huasan looked at each other. Huasan thought for a moment and said:
"Mr. Chen, how did your child die? And how did your wife die?"
Hearing this, Old Chen raised his head. He looked at the umbrella with a strange look in his eyes and said in a hoarse voice:
"The child was accidentally burned to death when the fire from the stove caught fire on the quilt. My wife..."
He paused, looked at the well outside the yard, and said:
"My wife committed suicide by jumping into a well."
After Old Chen finished speaking, the dim lobby fell into an eerie silence.
Yitu's gaze passed through the hall door, and it seemed that something invisible was brewing in the dark courtyard.
Xu Heng saw Yi Tu looking at something unknown, and Hua Shan was thinking with his head down, so he had to say some comforting words.
In fact, whether Xu Heng's words were sincere or perfunctory, after the formality, Old Chen continued:
"In fact, after this incident, for a long time I wondered if it was the bad feng shui of my home that led to this tragedy."
This caught Yitu's attention, because he had a friend whose family was in the real estate business, so he knew that some businessmen would definitely ask someone to look at the feng shui before developing.
Ordinary people generally do not have wells in their yards because wells are full of negative energy and can easily attract ghosts.
However, Yitu said nothing. He just waited quietly for Lao Chen's next words.
"Although I always think so, nothing strange has happened in the six months I've lived here," Old Chen kindly said.
"I hope you don't feel scared or uncomfortable staying at my house tonight because of this."
Xu Heng smiled and said, "How could that be? None of us three believe in ghosts or gods."
Old Chen looked at him, rubbed his hands and said:
"Really? I've heard a very interesting ghost story from someone else. Would you like to hear it?"
Xu Heng was stunned when he heard this. He subconsciously looked at Yi Tu. He didn't expect that his casual words would lead to such a sequel.
Yi Tu frowned slightly. He knew that even if Xu Heng didn't respond to Lao Chen's words, Lao Chen would still ask them whether they wanted to listen to ghost stories.
Although they didn't know what the ghost story was about, in a house where someone had died, on such a dark and silent night, no matter how funny the ghost story was, it would give rise to an inexplicable sense of horror.
Perhaps this ghost story is related to the death code they are looking for, or it may be related to the horrible things that happen next.
But what Yitu is most worried about is that any weird things that happen in the card room will come true.
You have to know that this was the first card game he had ever been to as a newbie, and someone talked about ghost stories recklessly, which led to a disaster of killing.
And that's just the lowest level card field that can achieve such an effect, not to mention the divine level field they are in at this moment, and no one knows what kind of power it will exert.
Xu Heng knew this, so he did not respond, but gave the choice to Yitu and Huasan.
The two looked at each other and saw the answer in each other's eyes. They had to listen to this ghost story.
So far, the three have obtained almost zero information and clues. Even though they know some basic information about Lao Chen, they don't know what will happen next.
This divine field has no mandatory tasks, and even tells them the only condition for passing the level, which is to find the death code.
But in fact, they don’t even know what the death code is or what form it will appear in.
They are desperate for information and clues, and cannot miss any clues.
That’s why Yitu and Huasan’s answers are surprisingly consistent.
"Mr. Chen, go ahead." Yi Tu said.
Old Chen smiled, as if he expected they would be curious.
"Once upon a time, there were two like-minded young men named Wang who traveled together through the mountains and rivers..."
Both of them are very fond of strange stories, especially folk tales from various places.
It is said that one day, the two were traveling as usual. At night, they passed by a mountain facing south and happened to see a thatched cottage with lights on at the foot of the mountain.
At that time, both of them felt a little tired and hungry, so one of them decided to go forward and observe before considering whether to stay.
After all, it is easy to come across black shops or the residences of bandits in the wilderness.
The two were lucky. They only saw a young woman in the house, and her children were playing in the house. They should be a normal villager family.
So the two men knocked on the door, told the young woman their purpose, and hoped to stay overnight.
The young woman had delicate features, but her face was sallow and she looked haggard. When she saw two strange men standing outside the door, she was not very scared. She just hesitated for a moment and let them in.
After the two entered the house, they discovered that the beautiful woman had three children.
The older sister looks about seven or eight years old, and is as pretty and cute as a young woman.
The younger brother was about five or six years old, at the age when he was mischievous. He waved a wooden sword at them rudely.
There was also a younger boy, only about three years old, sitting on a bench in the corner, staring at them with his eyes wide open.
The hostess asked them to sit down, and then enthusiastically took out the homemade bread to entertain the guests, and even went to the kitchen to make a dish and served it.
Since the two had been traveling for a long time, they were really hungry, so they didn't hesitate to eat.
Perhaps because he saw how deliciously they were eating, the hostess's second son suddenly started clamoring to sit at the table and eat as well.
Although the hostess scolded the child repeatedly, the child was ignorant and kept crying and refusing to stop. The hostess was almost embarrassed.
At this moment, one of the two men felt embarrassed and carried the child to the dinner table, and the second son stopped crying.
But after a while, the eldest daughter also felt hungry and followed her to the table.
Only the youngest son sitting in the corner did not cry or make a fuss, and did not even make a sound.
Although both of them found it strange, there was not enough food, so they did not ask the youngest son if he wanted to eat.
After eating and drinking their fill, the two men began to chat with the hostess, talking about their experiences during their travels. Whenever they came to something interesting, the hostess applauded.
But they didn't chat for long, as the hostess suddenly sighed and talked about all the strange things that had happened in her home recently.
She told the two that ghosts had been appearing in her home recently, and her children were always screaming and crying at night, as if they were possessed by something.
And a tragedy happened not long ago. In her nightmare, she actually hacked her husband to death with her own hands.
Since then, every night when it comes, her husband's figure would always stand quietly outside the window, looking into the house.
At first the hostess was scared to death, but after a while she got used to it.
Because her husband would not come in, but would always stand outside the window and stare into the house, as if there was something in the house that frightened him and made him dare not come in.
After the hostess said these words, the Wang couple did not take them seriously and thought she was joking.
Until one of them turned his head to look at the window and screamed in fright.
Because the woman did not lie, her husband was indeed standing outside the window. The dark shadow had only a vague outline, which looked particularly creepy.
At this point, the two men were scared and panicked. They wanted to leave the house, but they were afraid that the ghost outside would haunt them and take their lives.
Only then did they realize why a woman who was so weak as to not even tie a chicken dared to let two strange men come in to rest.
Because the house was haunted, and because the woman had killed her own husband, she only looked a little haggard in the face of all these horrific phenomena.
The two men didn't dare to sleep, so they had to stay in the living room with the hostess and her family of three for the whole night.
Although strange things and ghosts appeared frequently at night, fortunately, no one harmed their lives.
Seeing that the day was about to dawn and everything was about to be over, one of the two suddenly asked:
"Yue Niang, why don't you give your little son an extra piece of clothing?"
It was autumn, and the temperature was very low. The hostess's eldest daughter and second son were both wearing thick coats, but the youngest son was only wearing a blanket and a short shirt, and his little face was very white from the cold.
The hostess was stunned by his question, because she turned around and looked at her son, who was wearing many clothes, and didn't understand why the guest asked this.
At this time, the guests also discovered that something was wrong.
Because Yue Niang only took care of her eldest daughter and second son that night, and ignored her youngest son from beginning to end.
She mentioned her daughter and then her son, but she would never use words like "second son" or "youngest son" to make distinctions.
Things got to this point and they all realized the problem.
So the other one of them had to ask with difficulty:
"Yue Niang, how many children do you have?"
Yue Niang's pupils shrank suddenly, and she shouted without thinking:
"I only have two children!"
"After Yue Niang finished shouting, the house suddenly rang with children's screams, and even the ghost standing outside the window was screaming and twisting its voice."
Old Chen narrated the ending of this ghost story with a lingering feeling:
"In the end, they all died the moment the truth came out."
"All dead? Why is this happening?" Xu Heng couldn't help but frown and asked.
Old Chen shook his head and said he didn’t know either:
"It's just a ghost story, just listen to it."
"Well, it's getting late. I think you're all tired. It's time to rest."
Old Chen changed the subject so quickly that Yi Tu and the other two were still immersed in the ghost story, trying to figure out the hidden code words in it.
However, the next second, everything in front of the three people suddenly went dark, and several rows of scarlet blood words appeared in front of them.
After listening to the ghost story, you are feeling scared and very sleepy and tired. The kind host, Lao Chen, has prepared a room for you to stay overnight. Please choose the room you want to stay in tonight:
A. The annex next to the main room
B. Guest room
C. Woodshed
Yi Tu couldn't help but frown when he saw the options. He never expected that this game would want to separate the three of them on the first night.
Apart from the unclear location of the antechamber in the main room, the window of the guest room faced the old dog in the courtyard, and the woodshed was close to the well where the hostess committed suicide.
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