"Thank you, but no thanks."
Ji Xun: “Okay.”
"Snap——" the door was opened and closed immediately.
After the room was quiet again, Bai Jingmo lowered his eyes, walked to the mirror, and stretched his neck slightly. The marks of the woman's kiss were still there, but they had become very light.
His fingertips slowly stroked the kiss mark, and the madness of last night flashed through his mind again and again. Bai Jingmo's eyes gradually darkened, and he pressed the kiss mark with his fingertips.
Is she really not coming to see me anymore?
As for asking for the name... until the end of last night, the woman finally gave her answer.
She said she didn't have a name and was just called whatever she was in the copy.
But that was clearly Yu Li's face, so why was he refusing to admit it? Or... was his situation as special as his?
Bai Jingmo stared at the red kiss mark and murmured absentmindedly: "Amnesia...?"
This is the only explanation that makes sense.
No wonder he couldn’t feel the existence of the other party’s system in reality, so Yu Li’s system must be special. She forgot the reality, forgot who she was, and thought she was just a conscious NPC.
But she said she liked him.
When he thought of this, the corners of Bai Jingmo's mouth rose quietly, but when he thought of Yu Li's current identity, his brows frowned again.
Yu Li’s mission is to kill all the villagers. The player has no clues yet, so how can she kill a ghost?
Same as before, looking for help?
Who are you looking for?
Someone suddenly came to his mind, and Bai Jingmo's movements suddenly stopped. His brows lowered and his eyes darkened.
“Tsk.”
.......That man?
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In front of an old house in the village, Zhao Xu made sure that no one was following him before he opened the wooden door and walked in, then carefully closed it.
Red paper ribbons were hung everywhere in the yard, hanging from the beams to the ground, and rustling sounds were made when the wind blew.
The main door faces the main house. There are a few yellow talismans hanging on the surrounding walls from time to time. The room is dim with only a few burning candles for light.
As soon as you enter, you can see a statue enshrined on the top. The statue is wrapped in red cloth and exudes a strange atmosphere. An ash stove and offerings are placed on the wooden table. Incense burns slowly and smoke rises.
An old man was kneeling in front of the table. His beard was white, his withered face was full of wrinkles left by the years, he had a hooked nose, and his lips were slightly purple. He was muttering to himself with his eyes closed.
He was holding a string of black wooden beads in his hand, spinning them slowly, and his movements did not change after he heard the sound.
Zhao Xu stood by and said in a deep voice: "Something unexpected happened and one person died. In order to prevent them from noticing anything unusual, we can only pretend that he drowned."
Hearing this, the old man paused, raised his eyelids and looked at him, with a gleam of light in his turbid eyes.
"Still in the river?"
"yes."
The old man stood up, and Zhao Xu, who was standing beside him, reached out to support him, but the old man waved his hand to refuse. He walked to the chair and sat down, taking a sip of tea: "Why don't you go and retrieve the body? Why did you come to me?"
Zhao Xu looked away, and a trace of confusion appeared on his usually expressionless face: "This corpse will make the one under the water..."
"Zhao Xu, don't you already know?" The old man interrupted him and sneered, "I couldn't control that woman anymore."
Even without the body, the woman would come back.
"So Banxue is really back?" Zhao Xu's voice suddenly became a little anxious.
"Zhao Xu!" Elder Wei's voice suddenly rose, with a warning tone, and his cloudy eyes narrowed dangerously, "I told you, that woman will become a fierce ghost when she dies. She is no longer your wife!"
Seeing Zhao Xu's stiff face, he stood up, walked slowly to the man, and said in a low voice with a hint of threat: "Zhao Xu, even if that woman still has human consciousness, don't forget how she came here, how she became your wife, Zhao Xu, and how she died. This is all thanks to you!"
Zhao Xu's originally hopeful expression suddenly froze in his eyes, his eyes darkened, he clenched his fists, and said in an obscure voice: "I haven't forgotten."
So he never felt he had the face to see her.
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