Qin Nuo did not expect such a horrific scene to happen suddenly.
He took a few steps back, his face puzzled and solemn.
Grandpa Ah Gai opened his mouth, and an unknown yellow-brown liquid flowed out of all the orifices on his face. He stretched out his hand and wanted to grab Qin Nuo, as if he regarded him as his own grandson Ah Gai, and unclear words came out of his mouth.
"Ah, change it... Grandpa always prepares dinner for you every night... That night, it was Grandpa's fault... After you ran away, why didn't you come back? How could you be so cruel to leave Grandpa alone at home?"
After speaking incoherently, Grandpa Ah Gai fell to the ground with a trembling body, and the brown-yellow liquid seeped out from the pores on his body.
The wrinkled face was covered with yellow mud and completely melted.
In an instant, only a pool of yellow mud and water remained on the ground, and layers of cheese-like sticky liquid surged out from under the clothes.
Qin Nuo looked at his feet, frowned and said nothing.
"You are really good at talking. You can make people talk to death with just a few words." The blood-eyed ghost glanced at the ground and couldn't help but say.
An unpleasant smell filled the air. Qin Nuo covered his mouth and nose lightly and shook his head with a helpless expression.
"This isn't transformation into a ghost. In other words, he's just a shell. His grandson A-Gai is the only thought that supports this shell."
Qin Nuo said to himself, as if he could see the night Ah Gai ran away from home, the old man was alone in the empty house, feeling sad and regretful.
Later, Ah Gai was probably dead, but the old man always looked forward to his grandson's return. At the appointed time, he would always prepare meals and wait there. Over time, it became a habit for him to imagine that Ah Gai would come back every day.
The body is dead, but the spirit remains.
Supporting a body that has long since decayed.
Qin Nuo's questions made Grandpa Ah Gai tell what had happened. However, later on, it was like a word that revealed the truth, allowing him to clear the fog and see the cruel reality.
The will that supported him was extinguished.
The brownish-yellow liquid flowing out of the decaying flesh should be something like corpse oil.
Although Qin Nuo got some useful things, he felt mixed emotions.
Although they are in the end game NPCs, who can doubt whether they really existed? Are the things they experienced just fabricated?
The smell permeated the air, diffused, and drifted to the old men gathered over there. They didn't care at all, just looked at the chessboard with relish, and shouted from time to time.
He felt a little cold on his hand; the popsicle had melted. Qin Nuo threw it into the trash can, shook his hands, put his hands in his pockets, and turned away.
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"According to Grandpa Ah Gai, these children of Ah Gai must have been cursed a long time ago. They love performing, but they seem to be possessed by a demon."
"Who turned them into this? Even after they died, their souls were imprisoned and manipulated like toys!"
"Such a perverted and mature script was also written by that kid named Yanan?"
Back to the alley, Qin Nuo walked in the alley, his mind always lingering on these questions.
The fog in front of me was spreading, and suddenly it became much thicker and blurry.
The biting cold filled the entire alley. Qin Nuo, who had originally wanted to go home and lie down for a while, stopped.
He looked behind him and then looked in front of him. A strange feeling enveloped his heart and his uneasiness was evident.
"I'll never go down this alley again, it's never been smooth sailing!"
Qin Nuo's eyebrows twitched as thoughts arose in his mind, and he saw a hunched figure gradually emerging in the white fog.
"Is it the old man from this morning, Ale's grandfather?"
Qin Nuo was slightly suspicious, as Ah Le and Qin Feng seemed to be good playmates.
The terrifying ancient well that we saw in the morning, and the child named A Le, according to the normal operation of the horror world, a little association between the two, it is not difficult to guess that A Le must have died in the well.
Grandpa Ale, like Grandpa Ah Gai, could not accept the death of his grandson. He was dominated by his own thoughts and imagined that his grandson Ale was still alive and by his side.
"In the small town of Younan, widowed elderly people can be seen everywhere. The middle generation of men and women have all gone out to work, leaving the young and the old behind in the village, which seems to have led to many tragedies."
Qin Nuo thought that Qin Feng and A Le were good playmates, so the other party should not have any hostility towards him.
This guess made Qin Nuo calm down.
In the white mist, Grandpa Ale came out. His old bark face was dotted with corpse spots. He saw Qin Nuo and said with a smile, "Where are you going, kid?"
"My Ah Le has been talking about you all the time. When will you look for my grandson?"
Qin Nuo smiled politely and said, "Next time, Grandpa, I'm really busy today."
The old man seemed not to hear what Qin Nuo said, and continued to himself: "My son Ale is naughty and likes to play hide-and-seek. I have prepared some food tonight. Can you take my grandson home? You can also stay and eat with us."
Qin Nuo pondered for a moment and said, "Grandpa, Ale is very good at playing hide-and-seek. I don't know where he is hiding. I'm afraid..."
Before he could finish his words, the old man interrupted Qin Nuo with a terrifying smile on his face: "How could you not know where he is hiding? You must know!"
"Six o'clock in the evening, don't exceed the time, otherwise the food will get cold!"
As he spoke, the old man put his hands behind his back, still holding the broken toy from the morning, turned around and slowly disappeared into the fog.
As soon as he left, the game prompt sound suddenly rang in Qin Nuo's mind.
"Ding! Congratulations to the player for triggering the role-playing mission!"
"Mission Description: Because of something that happened in the past, Qin Feng would toss and turn every night, always waking up in the middle of the night. Looking out onto the balcony, he would always seem to see a boy in white standing there, staring at him. His eyes were bleeding, and a terrifying smile adorned his pale face."
"Maybe it's guilt, or maybe it's something else, but I really wish none of this had happened, so that A-Le could return home and continue to be with his grandfather."
"Players, please bring your role-playing companion Ale home before dark and leave safely to complete the mission!"
After hearing the content of the mission, Qin Nuo's expression was full of confusion.
What's the meaning?
Why should Qin Feng feel guilty?
Or was it that Ale's death was related to him, or even that he was the one who killed Ale?
Qin Nuo looked at the time on his watch. The time given before dark was vague, but Grandpa Ale required himself to bring his grandson home before six o'clock.
"The time is now approaching three o'clock, which means I have three hours to complete the task."
After Grandpa Ale left the alley, the dense white fog became much thinner and gradually dissipated.
Qin Nuo walked out of the alley and at the corner, subconsciously looked at the empty space he had seen in the morning.
The white fog there was so dense that it completely obscured the ancient well.
Qin Nuo pondered for a moment, turned around and left, continuing on his way home...
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