Chapter 6 Phoenix God (5)
◎A pair of small red embroidered shoes were placed on the heels.◎
The cold mechanical sound spread to every corner of the yard.
【Player Yu Shang, death confirmed.】
Everyone ran out of the room quickly, then stopped at the same time and widened their eyes.
In the middle of the yard there was a thing that no longer looked human, with red veins scattered around its outline, forming a horrible ball of flesh.
The whole yard was dead silent.
Someone died.
Everyone thought.
The players all looked at the strange and miserable death of the first dead player, and began to try to analyze with the people around them what death conditions this newcomer had triggered.
Gu Qiufeng watched from the side, and when the noise died down and everyone was no longer paying attention to this place, he took a few steps forward, bit off a glove, and gently stroked the two vaguely recognizable eyes on the meat ball with his bare palm, so that Yu Shang could finally close his eyes and have a good rest.
"Are you okay?"
His shoulders seemed to be supported by the pretty boy who was still paying attention to the developments here.
Gu Qiufeng rolled his Adam's apple, and the veins on his hand exposed to the air popped out slightly: "Sir, do you know there is a well in our yard?"
He waved his hand that was stained with Yu Shang’s blood: “I have mysophobia. I may need to wash my hands.”
The pretty boy seemed to be hesitant to speak, and Gu Qiufeng guessed that he might have wanted to say something to comfort him.
But he didn't say anything in the end, just said to Gu Qiufeng: "I remember there is a well and a faucet behind our house, but it's too dangerous for a person to approach the well in this kind of game, I'll accompany you."
Gu Qiufeng: "...Thank you."
Fortunately, the well was not dry yet. Gu Qiufeng pumped twice, and a stream of cold well water flowed out of the faucet.
Gu Qiufeng took off his gloves and placed his hands under the faucet to be washed by the well water.
"Why are there so many wounds on your hands?" The pretty boy couldn't help but ask, "Did you encounter any danger in the dungeon?"
Gu Qiufeng lowered his eyes: "No. I was burned by fire in the real world before. After the burn, these scars can't be removed."
"Oh." Seeing that he was vague, the pretty boy tactfully changed the subject, "Then what death condition do you think Glasses triggered?"
After washing his hands, Gu Qiufeng shook off the water droplets. He looked at the gloves he had worn for several days, his face slightly gloomy, as if he was struggling over whether to wear them again.
Seeing this, the pretty boy immediately exchanged a new pair of gloves for Gu Qiufeng in mid-air and said, "This is for you. In exchange, tell me what happened between you and that little glasses guy?"
Gu Qiufeng thanked him, put on new gloves and threw the old ones away, then said: "I went to the mountain temple, but didn't encounter anything. I watched him the whole time, and he couldn't touch the death condition."
"Are you so sure?" The pretty boy said with a half-smile.
Gu Qiufeng turned his head and looked at him: "If he really triggered the death condition, then I would not have been spared last night. I don't think there will be any lucky players in this kind of game, right? It should be an iron rule that you will die if the death condition is triggered."
He paused, then said, "If someone died last night, Yu Shang is not the most likely person."
The pretty boy said with a grin, "Are you saying that Yu Shang was dragged down by the rest of us to be a scapegoat? Do you have any evidence?"
Gu Qiufeng said: "Props. Just like what you just said, I have looked at the mall, and there are some props in it that can play a role in transferring damage."
"You've actually unlocked the mall." The pretty boy was slightly moved. He murmured, "Are the newcomers nowadays so scary?"
Gu Qiufeng added: "If there is nothing else, please leave. I don't want to see you now, Mr. Pretty Boy."
Little white face: "..."
The pretty boy pointed at himself and said, "Is this me, the pretty boy you're talking about?"
Gu Qiufeng glanced at him, his eyes full of "what else?"
The pretty boy laughed angrily: "How can anyone call someone by a nickname like that? My name is Xie Songjin." Gu Qiufeng: "Then can I ask you to leave?"
Xie Songjin was filled with rage and said fiercely, "I'm leaving, I'm leaving!"
Gu Qiufeng stared at Xie Songjin's leaving figure, thoughtfully.
*
Yesterday they spent some time struggling with the beggar boy at the gate of Phoenix Temple. Today, without Compass to attract the firepower of the vicious dogs, it is difficult to approach the temple.
Gu Qiufeng plans to go to the mountain behind the village to take a look.
When he was climbing the mountain at three or four o'clock yesterday, the pile of graves on the hilltop behind the mountain looked eerie, as if ghosts would crawl out of them at any time, but at the same time, it also made Gu Qiufeng notice a huge suspicious point.
According to the scale of this village, there are at most dozens of families. However, even if the graves in the back mountain are ancestral graves, there are too many of them. The mounds are densely packed together, and there are even countless coffins placed in the open air on the cliff. If there were this many graves, the people in Fenghuang Village should have died out long ago.
Apart from the evening, the time of the day when the yin energy is the heaviest is noon. It took some time for everyone to clean up Yu Shang's body in the morning. Gu Qiufeng estimated that he should have gone up the mountain around noon.
Gu Qiufeng walked in the woods, and the fallen leaves made all kinds of crisp crackling sounds under his feet.
Suddenly, he heard some slight noises behind him.
Gu Qiufeng held his breath and found a lush locust tree and hid behind its trunk.
There is only one small path leading up the mountain, and the rest of the area is planted with shady sycamore and locust trees, whose branches are so densely packed and tangled that people cannot walk at all.
Gu Qiufeng hid aside and saw four or five people from Fenghuang Village carrying a coffin upstairs together.
The sun at noon was clearly hanging due south, but the pale sunlight had no warmth at all, and only made people feel the chill pouring down on their heads.
Crows kept crowed in the woods on both sides, like warnings from hell.
"It's strange, why does this coffin feel like it's getting heavier and heavier?" said one of the villagers who was carrying the coffin.
The villagers walked to the locust tree where Gu Qiufeng was hiding and stopped to rest. Gu Qiufeng turned sideways to avoid being discovered by the group of people.
"You are just being lazy. I tell you," the villager said. "It's noon now. Hurry up and carry this unlucky thing up."
"I have to say that the wood used in this coffin is really good. The carpenter in our village really treats that little beggar like his own son."
"Bah, you filthy thing that's fighting with dogs for food, you can only enjoy happiness when you die."
Gu Qiufeng was a little surprised listening to the dirty talk of this group of people.
Was the person who died actually the little beggar that he and Yu Shang met yesterday?
What a coincidence.
Gu Qiufeng originally thought that the boy was an important NPC at the temple location, but he didn't expect that he would die so easily.
Alas, one less way to earn points.
Gu Qiufeng suddenly felt regretful.
"Wait," a villager asked, "Why do I feel like there's something bumping inside the coffin?"
"Stop talking nonsense, there's no noise at all?" another person cursed.
"No, no, there seems to be something bumping against the coffin..." One of the villagers stood up and said, "Look... the coffin is about to be pushed open by something!"
"Fuck, this is a ghost." The villager who cursed also began to panic, "Why don't we just leave? Anyway, this is considered sending him to the mountain."
"Let's go, let's go."
Several other villagers echoed.
They threw the coffin down and ran down the mountain in panic.
Gu Qiufeng stared at the backs of the villagers and finally understood why they felt that the coffin was getting heavier.
The five villagers ran downwards, their backs looking panicked.
Behind each of them lies a bride in red, standing on tiptoe.
The brides' heads were tilted and blood was dripping from their necks onto the villagers.
The villagers were completely unaware and continued running down the mountain.
Only when the NPCs were completely out of sight did Gu Qiufeng turn his attention back to the coffin that kept crashing.
The coffin was originally nailed shut, but now it had been knocked open a little, and a pale hand had already reached up to the wall of the coffin.
The banging continued.
Bang——
Crows have been constantly hovering in the sky since the beginning, and more and more of them have gathered, slowly dyeing the entire sky the black color of crow feathers.
The hoarse and ghostly cries of crows could be heard one after another in the black sky.
They flapped their wings, and their pitch-black eyes slowly moved towards where Gu Qiufeng was hiding.
The fog gradually became thicker on the mountain road, and the coldness crept into the bones.
There seemed to be something bouncing around in the distance.
Gu Qiufeng gently pressed his fingertips against the locust tree, trying to reduce all sense of his presence as much as possible.
Bang——
Another nail was knocked out of the coffin.
The arm covered with purple scars was completely exposed.
The dense swarms of crows in the sky gradually pressed down, and countless pairs of eyes in the air were staring at Gu Qiufeng behind the tree.
That's not the look of an animal.
[Help! My trypophobia is coming on]
[Oh my god, this handsome guy is not going to die, please don’t die]
[He has no points, no items, no skills, and he loves to provoke others. His rookie teammate might have been implicated by him, so he deserved to die.]
[QAQ But I haven’t seen enough of my little wooden man! ]
Gu Qiufeng had no way to move.
The group of crows in the sky were obviously waiting for an opportunity. Perhaps once he moved, those countless crows would immediately swoop down and attack him.
The coffin was completely broken open.
Gu Qiufeng heard a loud sound of wooden boards breaking.
He estimated that his only shield item, which could protect him for ten minutes, would not be of much use other than allowing him to die with dignity.
Gu Qiufeng saw a pair of tiptoeing coming out of the coffin and moving towards him.
The other person hopped on tiptoe.
Getting closer and closer to Gu Qiufeng.
Gu Qiufeng's expression gradually became serious, and he began to calculate in his mind the possibility of winning by fighting directly with the corpse.
Just then, he was violently pulled by someone.
The dead beggar boy suddenly stopped, as if he had found something more interesting. He turned on his toes and went up the mountain.
The crows in the sky finally shifted their gaze and followed the beggar boy's figure as he flew away.
The fog was still thick.
"Are you okay?"
A familiar voice came.
Gu Qiufeng then breathed a sigh of relief, and when he turned around, he found that the person who was pulling him was Xie Songjin.
Yet he felt no joy at all.
Because Gu Qiufeng could clearly see from below that Xie Songjin was wearing a pair of small red embroidered shoes on his heels.
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