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The current trouble disappeared, and the few people stopped arguing. Bai An and Zhu Wen talked about what they saw when they went out today.

"When we came back, we went to see the dilapidated temple at the entrance of the village, but still didn't see the old woman. Could she have already..." Everyone understood what the second sentence meant without having to say it.

They didn't hear the woman tell Ruan Ji Yan last night that she killed the old woman.

"She's dead." Ruan Jiyan said in a calm voice.

After saying this, the four people's moods became noticeably depressed.

Ruan Jiyan was not very sad about the old woman's death, but he had asked her so many questions before, and now that she was dead, no one could answer several people's questions.

After a long silence, Zhu Wen patted Yang Si on the shoulder and asked, "Are you okay?"

Yang Si didn't say anything, just shook his head.

Bai An looked at Ruan Jiyan who was in a daze and pointed at her face: "There is dust on your face."

Ruan Jiyan came to his senses and touched in the direction he pointed, but didn't find it.

Bai An bent his index finger and wiped it for her with his knuckles.

It was the ashes of burnt incense that he had just encountered in the mourning hall. Ruan Jiyan wiped it again, and then suddenly thought of something.

She walked quickly out of the room and into the mourning hall, slamming the door shut to keep the cold wind out.

Yang Si said that she seemed to smell the fragrance from the moment she entered the dark space until she woke up again. They took her out of the coffin, and the coffin was in the mourning hall.

There is only one smell in the mourning hall, which is the aroma of burning incense, so the warm and intoxicating smell she mentioned should be the smell of the burning incense.

The mourning hall had now become a mess, having been almost completely smashed by Ruan Jiyan. The fresh offerings were scattered all over the floor, mixed with some broken incense sticks and gray ashes.

The incense was broken and no longer burning. The smell of the burning incense in the mourning hall had faded a lot. Ruan Jiyan stared at the coffin embedded in the soil next to the overturned table, walked straight over, then squatted down and wanted to lie down in the coffin.

The coffin lid had been chopped off, and she lay down in the coffin and closed the lid.

The confusion on the faces of the three people who came in from behind suddenly turned into panic: "What are you doing? Why are you getting into the coffin?"

Ruan Jiyan said sullenly in the coffin: "Help me get some unburned incense sticks."

Zhu Wen immediately found some unburned incense sticks on the messy ground and gave them to her. Yang Si walked to the coffin and asked her worriedly, "What are you looking for?"

Yang Si is still a little weak and his voice is as soft as a mosquito's hum.

Ruan Ji Yan did not answer her, but asked Bai An to find a way to light the broken incense sticks and put them in the crack of the coffin lid.

After a long while, Ruan Jiyan had already started to have difficulty breathing, and then he smelled a fragrance that went straight to his head.

Her feelings now were probably the same as Yang Si's feelings when he was in a daze. She also began to feel that this fragrance was competing with her for the remaining air.

Finally she couldn't stand it anymore and slammed the coffin lid violently with her hands, wanting them to help her open the lid.

After Bai An and Zhu Wen quickly moved the coffin lid away, she quickly got up and breathed.

Then she climbed out of the coffin with great difficulty, picked up the still burning incense and put it directly to Yang Si's nose.

"Is this the same smell you smelled before?" Her face turned a little red, caused by being stuck in the coffin for too long.

Yang Si was a little stunned. He looked at her and then sniffed hard.

She was half asleep at that time, but she felt a warm current wrapping her whole body, and the smell she smelled was warm. But now that she is awake, she can't quite tell what that fragrance is.

Seeing that she was a little doubtful, Ruan Jiyan put down his hand, pulled her over, pointed at the coffin and said, "Go down. Since you don't remember the smell, go down and recall it again."

The three of them were a little shocked, wondering why Ruan Jiyan was so obsessed with these details.

[Is she crazy? She was rescued with great difficulty, and then she was asked to go down. This has a psychological impact. ]

[Big sister, this is a coffin, not just a bed. You can get in and out as you like, right?]

[Are you sick? Look at the way people look at you. Isn't it funny?]

[The three of them looked like they were seeing a psychopath. It was really hilarious.]

Ruan Jiyan pushed her into the coffin before she could react.

Bai An stopped her and said, "Don't let her go in again. She just came out and hasn't recovered from the shadows yet."

Ruan Jiyan looked at him coldly and said nothing, but his attitude remained firm.

Yang Si was not a timid person. Although she was still a little frightened, when Ruan Jiyan asked her to get into the coffin again, she struggled for a while and went in.

Lying in the coffin, Yang Si recalled how he struggled in the darkness, and his body began to tremble uncontrollably.

With a bang, Ruan Jiyan forced the coffin lid shut. The view suddenly became much darker. Yang Si panicked. She patted the coffin lid and asked, "Lin Hong, what are you going to do?"

Ruan Jiyan lit up the incense and comforted her: "It's okay, just smell the scent again, and we'll let you out in a while."

After saying this, she placed the burning incense on the coffin board and covered it with a bowl to allow the burning smoke to enter the coffin more easily.

Yang Si struggled at first and was choked to the point of coughing in the coffin, but then she gradually became motionless.

Bai An saw this and ran over quickly: "She's not moving, open the coffin first."

Bai An quickly opened the coffin lid, and Ruan Jiyan helped Yang Si up.

Her face turned pale, and she held Ruan Jiyan's hand tightly, "It's this smell..."

This is it! Ruan Jiyan rolled his eyes, then helped her out of the mourning hall and found some water for her.

The smell she smelled was always the same, which meant that she had been in this mourning hall since the moment she disappeared from their sight. Although she somehow ended up in the coffin, Yang Si had never left this mourning hall.

This means that someone kidnapped Yang Si and has been keeping her here ever since.

But Yang Si said she couldn't see why?

"Was there someone tying your hands and feet in that dark space?" Ruan Jiyan asked.

Yang Si shook his head.

There was no one there, and she wasn't tied up. If she was blindfolded, she would have used her hands to remove the thing covering her eyes.

If her hands and feet were not tied, and there was nothing blocking her eyes, how could there be such a dark and empty space in the mourning hall?

It was strange. Ruan Ji Yan looked at the messy mourning hall and thought of the previous copy.

I still remember that when the last instance was about to end, they found that the Werewolf Castle and Little Red Riding Hood's house were the same space. Although I don't know why they walked from the top of the map to the bottom of the map and finally walked into the Werewolf's house, Ruan Jiyan felt that the scene of this instance was similar to the previous instance.

The most uncomfortable thing about this copy for Ruan Jiyan was that it was too dreamy.

It's not a compliment. She felt like she could hardly tell the difference between reality and dreams in this copy.

Instead of discussing in the room, they stood in the yard facing the gate and talked.

The ghost girl left in such a strange way that the people were a little panicked. They no longer planned to go to bed early.

The courtyard was dark and full of mosquitoes. Zhu Wen kept swatting mosquitoes. He complained, "It's getting late. Let's take a break. Standing here is just catching mosquitoes."

Ruan Ji Yan was not sleepy, but Zhu Wen and Yang Si did not have much energy left, so she had no choice but to follow them into the room.

When she closed the door, she also put a talisman on it to prevent anything from entering the room at night.

Lying on the bed, Yang Si couldn't sleep either. The two of them stared into each other's eyes in the dark, feeling each other's breath, but there were no words.

Then Yang Sixian spoke up and said, "I thought I was going to die."

"Will we die?" she asked again.

To be honest, this might be the first time she experienced something like this in this instance, and it felt really bad to have one foot on the line of death.

Before this incident, she was a carefree person and didn't think the game was that scary at all. She thought it was all just groundless horror stories passed down by word of mouth.

But this time she truly felt despair, and her blood gradually turned cold.

So she was afraid, afraid that she would die miserably in the game copy.

"No." Ruan Jiyan only said two words.

She's not going to die here.

The two chatted for a few words and then Yang Si fell asleep. Her faint breathing could still be heard in the darkness.

Ruan Jiyan was about to call her when he felt his head become heavy and he fell asleep.

Sure enough, Ruan Jiyan had another dream. The scene in his dream was always the same, and it was still the hostess's house on the Ghost Festival.

She sat in the new house they had decorated earlier, and Yang Si looked at her with lifeless eyes.

The hostess stood behind her, looking at her with a smile and praising her beauty non-stop. She wanted to stand up and run away, but she seemed to be fixed in place.

Then the hostess pushed her in front of the mirror. She looked at herself in the mirror. She was dressed in red with some pearl flowers in her hair. She looked like a lady in ancient times, beautiful and noble.

This time, the bride in the dream became her, and she watched herself walk out step by step following the movements of others.

Step by step, he covered the lid, stepped over the brazier and entered the sedan chair.

There were three other people around him: Yang Si, the woman who was rescued from the well that day, and the little boy.

She walked out of the sedan chair again, and the woman said to her happily, "Thank you for dying in my place."

Then Yang Si looked at her with a grimace and yelled crazily: "You deserve to die! It should have been you, you deserve to die!"

I could still hear the happy laughter of the little boy.

She called out to the system over and over in her heart, but no one responded. Her heart sank little by little, and she felt her body slowly getting colder.

After that, they stood in front of the main hall, knelt down and kowtowed to the hostess and her husband.

Then the couple sitting on the chair handed her a red envelope with a smile. She looked down and saw a stack of paper money in her hand.

The man next to her also came over and said firmly with a smile: "You are destined to fall into my hands."

You deserve to die.

She opened her eyes again and saw only darkness.

She could faintly smell the scent of incense burning.

She became a little alert in her heart, because this scene was exactly the scene that Yang Si described her experiencing.

So, she also fell into darkness?

She reached out her hand and touched it tentatively, and felt something elastic, like human skin.

Is there anyone else around?

She opened her mouth to ask if anyone was there, but she couldn't hear what she said.

How is it possible that she is deaf?

All of a sudden, she felt someone hit her on the head with a stick. The pain came instantly, and before she could react, she lost consciousness again.