The man he called the butcher simply kept his eyes downcast and stared at Willy without saying a word. When he heard this, he didn't look at the boy who had spoken, but instead looked up at the sky.
It was late afternoon, almost dusk, and wisps of smoke rose from distant chimneys, carrying the aroma of cooking food.
The boy's face suddenly turned pale, and he abruptly turned and ran towards the town at the foot of the mountain.
Then the butcher turned his gaze back to Vili, seemingly oblivious to everything around him.
Vili turned around and looked at the man who had been staring at him.
Did you wear a watch?
This was the first thing Willie said to him today.
Even the man who had shown no reaction to the butcher suddenly blushed, his eyes flashing with fanaticism, and his body trembled slightly until he bit his finger to calm down.
His voice still carried the gasps of excitement.
"It's 6:59 PM now."
How many seconds left?
"7 seconds..."
Vili blinked, then suddenly stretched out his palm.
Then he bent his fingers one by one:
"5, 4, 3, 2, 1..."
As the last number fell, the atmosphere of the whole world seemed to change. Although the faint shouts and noises of people could still be heard, it inexplicably made people feel uneasy.
It was as if something was hidden in the afterglow, poised to strike.
"A new feast is about to begin, so you'd better try your best to survive..."
Willie smiled for the first time that day, saying each word clearly:
"husband."
As he spoke, the butcher behind him suddenly sprang up!
He pulled out an extremely long boning knife from somewhere and slashed it across the ground with a chilling sound. Although he seemed to be the type who focused on strength, his movements were exceptionally agile, and he was in front of the man in an instant, the sound of a sharp weapon cutting through the air filling the air.
Willie had already turned around and was slowly walking down the mountain to the farm.
He was still paying attention to the sounds behind him, and sure enough, he didn't hear the splattering sound of a knife piercing flesh.
It seems he escaped again.
Willie sighed regretfully.
It's great to be a "player"... there are always endless tricks up your sleeve.
Why is my identity this time that of an NPC?
Willy had one hand in his pocket, the evening breeze ruffling his hair and revealing his smooth, snow-white neck, which stood out against the gradually darkening night.
Just then, a player walked past him and saw this scene. He froze on the spot and was tackled by the little girl behind him the next second.
From the darkness came the sound of flesh being devoured, crunching and munching.
"Lily, leave some for me!"
A familiar voice came, and the little boy I had seen just a few minutes earlier followed, but his face was completely different from before.
An eyeball had fallen out and was hanging precariously from its socket. The once neat clothes were now tattered, and traces of stitching could be seen through them.
A suspicious trace of blood stained the corner of his mouth, yet he remained unsatisfied, vying with Lily for ownership of the player beneath him.
As he walked past the body of the poor victim, Vili casually uttered a remark.
"Don't go any further, that's already his 'slaughterhouse'."
These two kids are good enough to bully the players, but against the Butcher... I'm afraid they'll have a few more stitches on their bodies tomorrow.
Lily had already eaten her fill, and now her lips were surrounded by red blood and bits of flesh. If someone else saw her, they might mistake her for an ordinary child who had eaten dragon fruit all over her mouth.
She bowed respectfully to Vili, her voice crisp and clear.
"We understand, brother."
Vili wanted to pat her head, but when he saw the strands of hair congealed with blood, he withdrew his hand.
Fortunately, he didn't do that, otherwise the little girl's head might have been lost somewhere the next day.
Willie nodded and continued along the road.
Players being chased would occasionally pass by him, repeatedly being pounced on and devoured, creating a scene reminiscent of hell.
However, Willie remained clean and tidy until he returned to the farmhouse, and no one touched the hem of his clothes.
He had been complaining about his NPC status, but if he were a player, he wouldn't be so relaxed right now.
However, as an NPC, this should have been a busy night for him.
But... how could he possibly do a mission?
After taking a shower, Willy contentedly snuggled into his warm bed, using the screams of pursuit outside the window as background noise, and began a cozy late-night chat with the system.
"When will the plot start? I'm already getting bored."
Nearly a month has passed since he transmigrated to this world.
He is now in a horror game called Blood Town, where the player is a passenger who has gotten lost in the forest after his bus broke down and accidentally wandered into this remote town.
The townspeople welcomed them warmly and kindly, without asking for any payment.
But at night... the originally kind people in the town will completely transform into monsters and hunt them down.
The next day, they would put on their human masks again as if nothing had happened, as if it were an endless cycle of nightmares.
The player's task is to survive night after night, uncover the truth behind the town's eeriness, and successfully escape.
However, this is just part of the game's plot.
In reality, the world's development goes far beyond this.
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