Chapter 133 The Sound of Suona Brings Joy and Sorrow Across the Mountains "A win! Congratulations!"...
Xue Chao asked in the empty ancestral hall, "Where is Xiangping?"
The wind stopped, the rattling padlocks drooped down, and the quiet ancestral hall was no longer empty; it felt strangely crowded. The emptiness itself was an invisible pressure on the space around it.
His breathing slowed down, each breath sounding like a spy sent to plunder his body.
He realized that he was becoming a bit neurotic.
Given that thing's personality, if it weren't trapped, it would have come out long ago...
"Aren't you leaving yet? You miss me that much?"
Suddenly, a cold object pressed against his back, taller than him, casting a shadow like a mountain peak. Long, pale hair brushed against his neck and flowed down to his chest, stubbornly causing him to shudder.
But in the bronze mirror in front of him, there was nothing but himself.
He felt something resting on his shoulder, nestled intimately into the crook of his neck, and a pair of cold hands encircling him, as if they had changed their minds and wouldn't let him go.
"I deserve some credit for your dice system, how are you going to thank me?"
Luck was singled out by Xue Chao, who used a divination stick to indicate that the stick was indeed being shaken by an evil god.
They didn't discuss it, but they reached a cooperation agreement, perhaps a tacit understanding born from a "you kill me, I kill you" dynamic.
Based on Xue Chao's understanding of evil gods, there was also an element of the other party finding it amusing.
"I'll help you break a little of the seal, no need to thank me." Xue Chao also had a slight smile. "You're not even welcome in your own territory?"
"Yes, I have nowhere to go, so I might as well come with you."
Then he fell silent. If it weren't for the unbearable coldness of being embraced, Xue Chao would have thought He had already left.
He wondered if it was just his imagination, but the evil god seemed very peaceful today, less of his inexplicable madness, and more like Xue Chao's usual lazy demeanor.
It looks more like a real person than when it was dressed as a player in the previous dungeon.
This was different from Xue Chao's expectations. He thought that in His territory, He would be even worse and would settle every score. He was not the Virgin Mary, and that being vindictive and taking advantage of others were the virtues of an evil god.
What's going on here now?
Xue Chao: "Are you trying to cling to me now?"
"You can also dismiss me with a kiss."
Xue Chao felt a cold, astringent kiss land on his carotid artery, and his pounding pulse paused slightly. He had taken the kiss for himself.
Then the coldness belonging to the evil god dissipated, time, which had seemed frozen, began to flow again, and the coldness that came again was just the coldness of the wind. The surroundings were empty again, so empty that it made people feel lost, as if that one second of change had been stolen by Him.
……wrong.
Xue Chao's keen and powerful mental energy was clamoring, and all sorts of incongruities in the ancestral hall and even the house in front of the west gate unfolded before his eyes.
He turned and walked out, stepping into the front yard, where there was no one.
You can go anywhere in the courtyard except through the main gate.
But he tried the lock on the gate, and he managed to open it a little.
The reason for climbing over the wall was to avoid the servants in the courtyard.
The talismans pasted in the courtyard were to seal off the inner courtyard, and the locks hanging all over the walls of the ancestral hall were to seal off the ancestral hall, but there were no obstacles in the outer courtyard except for the servants guarding the courtyard.
Now it's all reversed; we can't get out through this door.
He immediately climbed over the wall using the fallen tree trunks as footholds. As soon as he peeked out, he saw countless identical square houses surrounding the village, filling it up like the same scene continuously reflected in nested mirrors.
In each courtyard, a servant's head would pop out from where the plum tree stood, watching him from afar.
His head suddenly spun, and for a moment his vision went black. This time it was a real feeling of weightlessness. When he fell off the tree trunk, he found himself lying in front of the ancestral hall, next to the unconscious Huang Haitao. The door of the ancestral hall was closed tightly.
He immediately checked the stone-carved couplets. He had left a mark on them before opening the door, but it was gone now. The talisman inside the long golden lock was still there.
He pushed the door of the ancestral hall again, but it was solid and wouldn't budge.
It was all just a dream.
They might have unknowingly drifted into a dream while waiting for midnight in the darkness of the west wing.
Zhuo Yi was right about one thing: the ancestral hall in the dream was the real one.
The ancestral hall in the village chief's house and the old ancestral hall in the house in front of the west gate are both fake, but they are real, to confuse visitors with reality and dreams.
Ke Xiangping is a real person.
A person's spirit can enter a dream, but how can a flesh-and-blood body be confined to a shrine that only exists in dreams?
She wasn't even in the ancestral hall.
Huang Haitao was fast asleep, but the consciousness attached to him continued to be examined, and the other ghosts in his dream refused to let him go for even a moment.
Xue Chao then gave up on him, lit an oil lamp, and searched for Xiangping in every corner. Finally, the lamp fell into the well next to the side room, illuminating a section of long, black hair. He suddenly paused.
At this moment, a sliver of his consciousness was once again drawn away, landing on the compass of the Five Poisons.
Then, all the players heard the keeper say, "The player on the west side is ready to win."
The treasure card that was initially face down on the panel of the Five Poisons group has now been flipped over, revealing "Seven Strips".
Xue Chao said to Wu Du, "After you have a winning hand, if you draw a special tile, you can win immediately."
To the west, a crowd surrounded the village chief's wife, who had fallen into the chicken coop. Upon hearing this, the boy blinked his eyes behind the black cloth and subconsciously said, "Go through the reconnaissance."
The "Detection" check result was 57/70, successful.
"Seven of Bamboo" then spun the compass of the cloth-wrapped man in armor, and all the mahjong tiles followed suit, spinning around once. The keeper of the secret said, "Win! Congratulations."
As a result, the other three teams noticed that a portion of their team's contribution points flowed to the Five Poisons, where eating, ponging, konging, and self-drawing all provided point bonuses.
Huang Haitao and his teammate's camera positions were taken over by two members of the Five Poisons group who came from behind.
The players were all taken aback.
Contribution points are calculated as player points during settlement. In guild dungeons, the sum of the contribution points of all team members is the guild points.
This is their most important metric besides survival.
...They hadn't taken it seriously before.
Xue Chao: "Change the village."
This time, the expert is the Seven Killers from the South. Go through the process again. The wall of cards is the Stubborn Problem from the West. Xue Chao: "The team that enters from the West Gate starts with 'Perilous Situation'. The second round begins."
Among the crowd, Qi Sha, Wu Du, the travel agency, and Wan Ji exchanged glances, their emotions subtly shifting.
The servant of God arrived late and took the unconscious village chief's wife home. The incurable disease was already there, and the five poisons disappeared silently. The travel agency wanted to slip away, but they couldn't. Zhuo Yi put his arm around the leader's shoulder and "invited" them to the village chief's house.
The travel agency was as quiet as a chicken. They weren't stupid; the big shots were bringing along a group of people who could easily "eat, pong, and kong" (a game involving exchanging cards).
It's okay...it's okay, as long as you're alive.
The eight arrived a step late, with Pu Fengchun being the last to arrive. He keenly noticed that Qi Sha was a little more wary of the village chief's house.
The four of them were naturally on guard, because they also realized at midnight that the real shrine only existed in their dreams.
So last night, they were all actually asleep, but Zhuo Yi and the short man were even more unlucky, having a dream within a dream.
After they finally emerged from the dream, they discovered that the ancestral hall that Lü Lianshan had smashed was still there and had never been repaired, further confirming that they had been in a dream long ago.
Before Zhuo Yi's nighttime raid, he was still being sarcastic, complaining that the most evil god was "better-tempered" than he thought, but little did he know he was already in the trap.
Then, in the second courtyard, chickens flew and eggs were smashed, with chasing, shouting, and crying. The village chief chased after Sun Er and beat him. This time, Sun Er was no longer arrogant and ran away in a sorry state.
Seeing that he was about to rush out the door, the short man grabbed the snowboard next to him, spread his arms and threw it, which hit Sun Er directly in the body. Sun Er fell down after hitting the handle.
The village chief immediately ordered his servants to tie him up and slapped him across the face: "...You wretched child, you wretched child! You're good at everything from eating and drinking to gambling and whoring, and that's not enough for you. You kidnapped villagers and sold their lives. You want your whole family to die with you! You still say you're not a jinx? I should have strangled you the moment you were born!"
Sun Er, already feeling guilty, was further enraged by the slap, which brought back years of resentment: "Don't you dare pretend to be a good guy! Your becoming the new village chief and moving into this big house is all thanks to my matchmaking! Your servants, who waited on you to feed you and massage your legs, were you comfortable? It's all thanks to me! Not your two sweethearts! It was me, me!! It was her good fortune to marry that master's third son!"
Sun's eldest daughter-in-law looked up in disbelief: "That's a dead person!"
“So what if someone dies? Some people are precious even in death, while others are just worthless lives while alive,” Sun Er said sinisterly. “She still married up to someone of higher social standing.”
"You heartless beast, you've gone mad! They've come to claim your life!"
Sun Er fell silent. He was actually afraid, but now that he was in this state, he couldn't distinguish between fear and anger. He just laughed loudly, panting heavily, as if he had really gone mad.
“It’s good that you’re taking my life… It’s good that you’re taking my life, let’s die together, and I’ll be buried here too, then we’ll be a real family! I’m not your nemesis, I’m your son, Dad!” He actually shouted with a sense of relief.
The village chief's wife refused to enter the house. There was still chicken blood on her head. She held Sun Si in her arms, clasped her hands together, closed her eyes and bowed randomly to the sky, muttering "Every wrong has its perpetrator, every debt its debtor." The mentally challenged child peeked out from the gap in his mother's arms with a pair of innocent eyes, looking at everything in a daze.
After the players got the answers, just as they left, the village chief invited a master to ask which deity or spirit they had offended due to the recent strange occurrences in their home.
The master said that someone in their family had done something wrong.
No one admitted it, so they had to search. They found A-Yun's birth card in Sun Er's room.
After beating, scolding, and interrogation, they found out that the third young master of the wealthy family in town had died, and the marriage was a ghost marriage.
The third young master looked like a dead man when he was alive. He was predicted from a young age that he "would not live long" and it would not be surprising if he died one day.
He was neither handsome nor talented, and he didn't indulge in drinking, gambling, or whoring; he was simply too physically weak to do so. However, as the youngest son, he was the most favored, and could have anything he wanted.
When he died without any miracle, the couple, who had been mentally preparing themselves for over twenty years, were still so grief-stricken that they fainted. They felt indebted and worried that their son would be lonely and miserable in the afterlife, so they were determined to find him the best wife and give him a grand wedding.
Xiangping is perfect. She has a beautiful face, an outstanding temperament, and is well-educated and reasonable. She and her three sons are a perfect match, complementing each other perfectly. Her parents are also unusually generous, eager to sell their daughter.
The result was a tainted one, so we had to look for another one.
Sun Er saw the opportunity in this.
"Where are you taking me! I'm telling you, I was born a member of your family, and I'll die a ghost of your family! Even if she only takes my life, I'll take you all with me as a ghost!"
Sun Er bared his teeth and brandished his claws, and even three people couldn't subdue him. The village chief, with a calm expression, looked at the players.
Zhuo Yi reacted quickly. He was also curious about how to deal with Sun Er. He grabbed Sun Er with his backhand, hooked his wrist, and broke his arm. Amid Sun Er's screams, he asked with his eyes.
The village chief, his face blank, slowly said, "...force him to come and apologize."
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