Chapter 31: Are you happy with the money you earn with blood? (9) Wu Yunfeng finally...
Si Ling saw all of this, looked at Wu Zhexian coldly and sneered.
In fact, objectively speaking, she has a good acceptance of participants harming each other. After all, she designed the rules in this way to take advantage of human weaknesses. It is normal for people to sacrifice others, especially those they don't have close relationships with, in order to protect themselves in many extreme situations.
But after succeeding, he feels no guilt and instead shows off his power. This is another concept.
She looked dimly at the boy who was only seventeen years old. When she first met him, she was a little hesitant because he was still a minor, but now this hesitation was completely dispelled.
Indeed, it makes sense for the human world to draw the line of "adulthood at the age of 18" and link legal responsibilities to this line. Minors are not mentally mature yet, and many times they cannot be measured by the moral standards of adults.
But Wu Zhexian is already seventeen years old, one step away from adulthood, yet he takes pleasure in doing evil and has no empathy. Si Ling has every reason to believe that there is no way this guy will suddenly become a good person in a year.
It is almost inevitable that he will continue to do evil in the future. His family is famous, wealthy and well-connected, so it is hard to say whether the rule of law in human society can punish him.
It would be better to let this evil spirit take him away first to make him feel at ease.
It is true that he has not committed any capital crime now, but - she is a fierce ghost!
Don't reason with evil spirits!
Si Ling silently plotted Wu Zhexian's demise, but Wu Zhexian remained oblivious, his expression still smug. Soon, six glasses of wine were served: three red wines in tall glasses and three white wines in Chinese wine cups.
Just as the waiter was about to put the wine down, Wu Zhexian casually pressed the service bell, looked at him and smiled, "You made a mistake. We didn't order these two kinds of wine."
The waiter's smile remained unchanged: "The gentleman at the table over there ordered it for you."
Wu Zhexian laughed and said, "We don't need it. Let's send it to them."
"You..." Cui Han's eyes flashed with ferocity. She was about to stand up and argue again, but Cui Liming held her down.
What's the point of theory? Can we expect the three members of the Wu family to die peacefully?
Impossible.
He had already expected that they would refuse, and he still ordered the six glasses of wine as if nothing had happened, but he wanted to put a damper on things before he could praise them - he was happy to see Wu Zhexian fall into despair after his pride.
The Cui and Wu families continued their competition, while the three anchors finished their meal, had no intention of watching any longer, and hurriedly got up and left.
Like Feng Yang before, they walked out of the restaurant door smoothly without causing any accidents.
The waiter brought the wine to Cui's table as Wu Zhexian said. Wu Zhexian thought Cui Liming would also refuse, or at least ask if he could return it. After all, the rules did not restrict it in this regard.
However, Cui Liming said, "Xiaohan and I can't drink much, so you drink first, big brother."
Wu Zhexian: “…”
Si Ling & Xuan Chi: "..."
Ah Zhui's face flushed crimson. "No... those of you who follow that evil monk are mentally unstable, right?! Just because you know your relatives and friends have been corrupted, you're going to do whatever you want???"
Even if you've never encountered the "Rules and Stories" story, most people would wonder if pollution still has different levels. Is there still hope for Cui Lijin?
After drinking a few glasses of wine that violated the rules, even if there was hope before, there is no hope now.
Even if we put this analysis aside, they were still brothers! How many people, faced with disaster, would desperately bring back the bodies of their loved ones for burial, even if they were already dead? Cui Liming, on the other hand, showed no mercy at all.
A Zhui was too weak to complain and could only sigh silently that when humans become cruel, even ghosts are afraid of them.
Of course Cui Lijin would not refuse these glasses of wine, and he tasted them in a good mood.
Cui Liming pressed the service bell and said to the waiter, "Order three more cups each and send them to that table."
Wu Zhexian laughed out loud: "Dad, is that guy stupid? He's challenging the idea of dripping water wearing away a stone? As if we'll definitely drink it if he perseveres."
"Zhexian!" Fang Liyi felt that her son's smug behavior was a bit excessive, and she growled.
Wu Zhexian shrugged indifferently.
The Cui family's dining table was behind Wu Zhexian, so Wu Zhexian didn't see him. Cui Liming was typing on his phone while talking. When he finished, he showed it to the waiter, who nodded. "Okay, sir, as you wish."
The waiter went into the kitchen again, and within a few minutes, he brought out six glasses of wine on a tray.
When he walked to the table, Wu Zhexian pressed the service bell again out of boredom and repeated the previous line: "You must have made a mistake, we didn't order..."
Before he finished speaking, Wu Zhexian's pupils suddenly shrank.
The waiter who came over was wearing a red bow tie!
Wu Zhexian suffocated, and the arrogance he had just shown disappeared without a trace, leaving only anxiety and fear in his heart.
The waiter with the red bow tie placed glasses of wine on the table one by one, his smile as standard as the waiter with the blue bow tie: "These are the wines sent by our friends over there. Please don't let their kindness go to waste, three guests."
Wu Zhexian's head buzzed.
...If he had a last chance to make adjustments just now, but in his moment of confusion, the waiter said this, and this opportunity was completely crushed.
Rule 3: If a waiter makes a request to you, you can refuse the request of a waiter with a blue bow tie, but you must accept the request of a waiter with a red bow tie.
Cold sweat oozed out of Wu Zhexian's back, soaking his T-shirt almost instantly.
But then, he will feel even more upset about his own stupidity.
Wu Yunfeng looked at the waiter with dissatisfaction and frowned, "We didn't order these drinks. Do we have to accept them if they're given to us? Give them to them or take them away. We don't want them anyway."
"...Dad!" Wu Zhexian finally forced himself to come back to his senses and shouted out a word in collapse.
But it's too late.
The waiter narrowed his eyes slightly: "Sir, are you rejecting me?"
——In everyone's eyes, the waiter just said this with a smile.
Although his tone when he said this was obviously threatening, his smile was polite and elegant. The combination of the two made people feel that although he was angry, he was trying his best to control his emotions and would not get angry for the time being, so he was not that scary.
Wu Zhexian even thought with a glimmer of hope: This is a question. If his father denies it in time and changes his words to indicate that he has no intention of refusing, there may be a chance to turn things around.
He didn't dare to be stunned any longer, and immediately looked at Wu Yunfeng: "Dad, you can't..."
"Ah——!!!" Wu Yunfeng suddenly let out an earth-shattering scream.
——In his field of vision, after the waiter said that, everything around him suddenly became dark.
As far as he could see, the only source of light was... a coffin lying horizontally about five meters away. The coffin was open, and a white candle as thick as a bowl protruded from the center, with a faint flame.
In addition, he could smell a strong smell, the unique smell of a corpse beginning to decay.
In fact, Wu Yunfeng had never smelled this smell, but this recognition of the corpses of his own kind was deeply buried in human DNA. Even though he could not explain the origin of this smell, it did not affect the fear that arose spontaneously.
Then, as if possessed, he took a step towards the coffin.
Wu Yunfeng looked at his feet in horror, trying to stop himself, but his body seemed to be controlled by some unknown force and he took another step forward.
He walked forward stiffly, and everyone quickly realized that he was heading towards the kitchen.
"Dad!!!" Wu Zhexian shouted at him loudly. Fang Liyi immediately walked around the table, grabbed her son's arm and signaled him to calm down, fearing that he would chase and stop her.
But in fact, Wu Zhexian had no intention of fighting so desperately. He shouted twice more, but when he saw that his father had no response to his shouting, he clenched his teeth tightly.
"No...no no no..." Wu Yunfeng stared at the back of his feet and murmured.
But he finally walked through the door of the back kitchen, and the coffin that no one else could see was right in front of him.
The mysterious force that forced him to move forward disappeared, and he was able to stop, a few steps away from the coffin.
The coffin was enormous, divided into two layers: the outer layer was a stone coffin, and the coffin was engraved with intricate patterns. Upon closer inspection, they looked like strange runes, as if suppressing some evil spirit.
The inner coffin was made of common wood, but the wood was already somewhat rotten at this time. When mixed with the stench of corpses in the air, the smell became even more disgusting.
Wu Yunfeng looked up woodenly at the white candle in the middle of the coffin. His Adam's apple rolled with anxiety and he swallowed his saliva again and again.
There were still a few steps to go, and because the sarcophagus was high, his sight was blocked, and he couldn't see the contents of the coffin for the time being. If he walked forward and came to a place close to it, where the edge of the sarcophagus was almost at the level of his jaw, he would definitely be able to see it.
...Wu Yunfeng had no curiosity about this kind of thing. He didn't want to look at it, he just wanted to escape.
But when he looked around, there was only endless darkness. This darkness was extreme. He could not see anything and had no idea where to go.
It was not wise to insist on seeing what was in the coffin, but wandering around in such a haunted place was obviously not a wise choice either.
He at least needs something to illuminate...
Oh, right, mobile phone!
The only remaining rationality in his extreme fear made him think of his cell phone. He hurriedly reached for his pocket and successfully took out the phone. He pressed the side button and the screen of the phone turned on successfully.
Wu Yunfeng breathed a sigh of relief, swiped the screen to open the drop-down menu, and turned on the flashlight.
The surroundings immediately lit up. The light that usually seemed pale now brought warmth and peace of mind to Wu Yunfeng, and the fear in his heart was also dispelled a little.
Si Ling's eyebrows jumped: I was careless.
Without her doing anything, Ah Zhui had already chanted the spell to obscure the eyes: "Illusionary Mist Covers the Form."
The next moment, the battery level indicator in the upper right corner of Wu Yunfeng's screen dropped from 64% to 1%, and only a thin red bar remained in the battery pattern.
After just a few seconds, the phone screen went completely black.
"Fuck!!!" Wu Yunfeng, who had just felt relieved, broke down his defense, cursed, and angrily threw his phone.
The phone hit the ground with a dull thud, and silence returned to the surroundings. Wu Yunfeng collapsed, gasping for breath amidst the suffocating odor, and looked desperately at the only light source before him.
——The white candle standing in the coffin.
Reason told him not to get close to the coffin, but reason also told him that he really needed some lighting.
Because he couldn't walk around in the dark, but staying by the coffin all the time was not a solution either.
This is definitely not an ordinary coffin. It appears in a weird place like Rule Ghost Stories. You can tell with your toes that something is wrong with it.
...Of course, Wu Yunfeng also knew that compared to staying next to the coffin, going forward to get the candle was just as dangerous, but he felt that this was better than waiting to die.
The suspenseful waiting is torture.
Time became extremely slow in the contradiction. Wu Yunfeng hesitated day by day, telling himself over and over again: This is indeed the only lighting tool he can find.
The candle was as thick as a bowl and didn't look very short, which meant it would burn long enough to provide him with light.
Wu Yunfeng swallowed again, finally mustered up the courage, took another step forward, and then the last step.
At this moment, his desire to survive far outweighed his curiosity. He didn't even bother to see what was in the coffin. He just stretched out his hands to pull out the white candle.
But he didn't pull it out.
The white candle seemed to be fixed by something. No matter how hard he tried, it could only sway back and forth and left and right with his hand, and it did not really loosen.
Using brute force is not a solution.
Wu Yunfeng finally had to look down at the coffin.
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