A moment later, Wang Zixuan, pale-faced, took a deep breath and broke the silence.
"When I saw NPCs gathering around inside the guesthouse, I knew there must be a problem here."
Xiao Jin glanced at her coldly but didn't say anything.
Shao Siyuan pondered for a moment, then said in a low voice, "The shadowy figure is something sealed by a talisman. It shouldn't be with the villagers, so why is it attacking us?"
“Because…” Xiao Jin glanced at Feng Hao, who had regained some consciousness on the ground, her eyes icy: “It also needs a ‘substitute’.”
"I see, that makes sense."
Seeing that Xiao Jin was no longer paying attention to her and was still talking about other topics, a hint of annoyance flashed in Wang Zixuan's eyes.
This is simply... outrageous!
Having witnessed Xiao Jin's strength, Wang Zixuan could only swallow her anger.
Okay!
The dungeon boss was released in the morning, and by the afternoon the NPCs had to change their attitude.
These people are such troublemakers! Can't they just wait patiently for the last day of the sacrificial ceremony?
——
Since the ghost disappeared, the people in the ancestral hall have been free from threat.
Today is the fifth day of the game. After being chased all night, Xiao Jin and the others can finally catch their breath. The group decided to take turns sleeping, with those who didn't sleep keeping watch.
Everyone had storage space, so no one felt cramped. Some took out their tents, others their sleeping bags.
Xiao Jin also crawled into the tent that had been set up, and fell asleep less than a minute after lying down.
Four hours later, Shao Siyuan called Xiao Jin to get up and take over. She immediately packed up the tent, as four hours of sleep was enough for Xiao Jin.
So Xiao Jin jumped onto the roof of the ancestral hall and looked down at the village below.
Looking down the mountain, it looked no different from when they came up.
There were neither small teams of villagers searching everywhere, nor any evil spirits shouting and digging deep into the ground; in other words, everything was so peaceful.
It seems she guessed correctly; unless there is some major event, the villagers would not come to the ancestral hall on their own initiative.
Everyone slept until the afternoon.
Midway through, Xiao Jin called Wang Zixuan to relieve her. After that, Wang Zixuan didn't sleep but sat aside and ate.
That's a joke; she's not made of iron either.
The greater the strength, the faster Xiao Jin grew hungry.
Finding a clean spot, Xiao Jin brought out her old small table, rummaged through her storage space, and quickly found a few dishes.
Black pepper beef ribs, stir-fried asparagus, steamed pork with rice flour, and cold jellyfish salad are served. For the main course, there are steamed buns and scallion oil noodles. Finally, a glass of chilled coconut water is served.
Feng Hao was awakened by the aroma of meat.
When he woke up, his face was still pale, a lingering effect of his recent injury. But for Feng Hao, what did injury matter? Could it be more appealing than flesh?
"Slurp~ Cough cough, you..." Feng Hao glanced at Xiao Jin furtively.
Xiao Jin remained silent, then waved her hand, and three large insulated boxes appeared on the ground.
Feng Hao chuckled knowingly and quickly took the box to the side, saying, "Thank you, thank you, you are my second parents."
The fragrance also woke up Sui Feng and the others midway through.
Sui Feng and Shao Siyuan grabbed Feng Hao by the neck. "You little brat... you're trying to eat alone, aren't you!"
However, despite eating, Feng Hao had no inclination to share when he saw Wang Zixuan and the other two awake. Wang Zixuan also knew she wasn't well-liked, so she ate the boxed lunch from her storage space by herself.
After eating and drinking his fill, Xiao Jin leaned back in a small chair and took out the notebook he had obtained from the rotting corpse.
She made some new discoveries and plans to verify them.
"Click".
As they were looking, the curled-up skeleton in the corner suddenly made a cracking sound. Everyone who heard the sound paused, their bodies tensing instantly.
This is muscle memory left from countless life-or-death experiences.
When Xiao Jin looked up, she saw a wisp of green smoke emerging from the skull's eye socket.
Immediately afterwards, the notebook in Xiao Jin's hand turned on its own without any wind, the pages flipping to a certain page in the middle, revealing dark red handwriting that looked as if it had been heated by fire:
[At the mountaintop altar, shattering one's heart and bones can sever the cycle of reincarnation.]
The skeleton made a "crunching" rubbing sound, and the decayed finger bones suddenly rose up, pointing to the mural behind the offering table.
On the misty mountaintop in the painting, a stone platform can be vaguely seen, upon which are placed seven oil lamps—the very same kind of lamps used to guide souls.
There's a hidden method to sabotage the evil god's ritual inside!
"Xiao Jin!" Sui Ying suddenly exclaimed from the other side.
Xiao Jin came to her senses and saw that the bloody words on the notebook began to melt, eventually turning into tiny red worms that crawled onto the back of Xiao Jin's hand.
She quickly threw the notebook aside, a flash of light appeared in her hand, and the next second the red worm burst into blood droplets, which fell to the ground with a 'sizzling' sound, and a lot of white smoke rose up.
"Get out of the way, it's a corrosive liquid."
Xiao Jin took a few steps back, and as he raised his hand, a riot shield appeared in his hand, blocking some of the scattered blood droplets.
However, the riot shield also developed a large hole in its front due to the intense corrosion.
"You all saw what I just wrote, right?" After a while, the male player with the severed finger said.
“If you’re not blind, you should be able to see it,” Feng Hao retorted.
Sui Ying looked at Xiao Jin: "So... are we going to disrupt the ritual?"
“But our mission is to participate in the seventh day’s Evil God Festival. What if we mess it up and can’t complete the main quest?” The male player with the earring immediately rejected this idea.
Shao Siyuan: "Not necessarily."
He looked at the male player with the earring: "I don't believe you don't know what kind of beings we would encounter if we really participated in the ritual."
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