Old Wu slowly walked over. He was lean and his cloudy eyes occasionally flashed with a sharp light.
Seeing that Old Wu was wearing the clothes of an Onmyoji, and having some impression of him from the council hall, Matchmaker Li was finally relieved.
It's not uncommon for Onmyoji to secretly take on private jobs.
Now that the participants had been decided, to avoid any unforeseen complications, the group decided to set off immediately without lingering any longer.
The matchmaker, Li, wasn't surprised by Xia Linyin and the others' hurried manner. After all, they had taken on a private job and had said they wouldn't stay at the Lingmen Escort Agency after completing this big job, so they naturally wanted to leave quickly to avoid being discovered by Chief Escort Lin.
She herself wanted to get this matter settled as soon as possible.
After hiring a cart, the matchmaker Li and her group hurriedly left the city. The players were all preoccupied with the quest and had no time to appreciate the antique scenery around them.
Matchmaker Li placed the coffin containing the thousand-year-old female zombie in a pavilion outside the city. A large red cloth covered the coffin completely.
The coffin was very heavy, and it took several people a lot of effort to lift it onto the cart.
After several people had finished carrying the coffin onto the cart, panting heavily, the fat man finally arrived.
Wang Ming said with dissatisfaction, "Hey! Fatty, where have you been? Tell me quickly, are you doing this on purpose? Are you trying to avoid moving this coffin and find an excuse to escape? Do you know how heavy this coffin is? If it weren't for Old Wu using some magic, you wouldn't be able to lift it even if you broke your arm."
"What? Without me, Fatty, you can't even move a coffin?" Fatty patted Wang Ming's shoulder heavily.
Matchmaker Li was pasting talisman paper onto the coffin when Old Wu leaned closer to the fat man, sniffed, and said, "Did you kill someone?"
Xia Linyin, being nearby, naturally heard what Old Wu said. Her arms, which had been moving the coffin, were a little sore, so she slowed down her wrist-swinging movements and turned to look at the fat man.
The fat man showed no panic at being exposed for murder. He waved his hand dismissively, "I killed that damn head镖师 Lin. Who told me I didn't like him?"
Old Wu nodded and said nothing more. Wang Ming not only didn't think there was anything wrong with what the fat man said, but also gave the fat man a thumbs up, "Fatty, you're amazing."
Seeing the three men discussing murder as casually as drinking water or eating, Xia Linyin felt uneasy. What exactly did a human life mean to them?
Why are they so accustomed to killing? Are all three of them bloodthirsty?
Xia Linyin didn't want to provoke someone who might kill at any moment by questioning her. She bit her lip, spoke softly, and her delicate eyebrows furrowed slightly, making her look like a little white rabbit frightened by the conversation between the three.
"Fatty, how could you kill someone so easily?"
"He's an NPC!" the fat man said matter-of-factly, patting his chest to assure her, "Little Yin, don't worry, I won't kill players indiscriminately!"
Seeing Xia Linyin still frowning, Wang Ming leaned closer to her and said, "Little Yin, do you know what an NPC is? It's someone who, even if they look like a real person, is different from us. Maybe once we leave this game, the world this game created will be erased."
"Maybe it's not even a person, just a string of data." The fat man's voice was a bit loud. Li, the matchmaker who was pasting talismans, looked at him suspiciously. The fat man chuckled.
"Little Yin, look at your delicate hands, they've never been touched by human blood, have they?" Wang Ming tried to touch Xia Linyin's slender, fair hands, but Xia Linyin dodged him.
Wang Ming reached out and touched nothing. He smiled nonchalantly, rubbing his hands together and said, "All the NPCs in the game only serve two purposes for players: one is to provide clues to advance the plot, and the other is to be killed by players to complete tasks. They are used and killed, so we as players don't need to invest any emotions in NPCs. Xiaoyin, don't you agree?"
In the grand hotel, some players choose to exchange ghost coins for the protection of others, while others choose to trade their own bodies.
Looking at Xia Linyin's delicate, sheltered appearance and the fact that her ghostly weapon had clearly been enhanced with ghost coins, Wang Ming concluded that Xia Linyin must have traded her body with someone else to survive until now.
Moreover, Xia Linyin's appearance certainly gives her that advantage.
"Little Yin, don't be afraid. Brother Wang won't hurt you; he'll protect you." Wang Ming smiled lewdly, licking his thick lips like a perverted lecher in a movie.
"Xiaoyin, ignore him! If he dares to bully you, tell Sister Liu!" Sister Liu pulled Xia Linyin to her side and glared at Wang Ming with a strong warning.
Just then, Matchmaker Li finished affixing the talisman and gracefully walked over. "Alright, we can go now."
Following behind the cart, Xia Linyin couldn't help but turn her head to take a look, then looked away again.
What is she looking at?
Wouldn't it be better if Li Luo weren't around?
You no longer need to depend on anyone.
Xia Linyin smiled with relief; it seemed that this time it would be the five players.
After a long and arduous journey, they finally spotted an inn three days later.
But the two horses refused to move, stamping their hooves restlessly and snorting loudly. No matter how much they hit, kicked, or pulled them, they wouldn't budge an inch, as if some ferocious beast was ahead of them.
"Something's not right with this inn," Old Wu said, stroking his small mustache.
"Never mind, never mind." Matchmaker Li waved the handkerchief in her hand. "It looks like we're almost at the Tomb of Marquis Wu. It's time to start the celebration."
"Bring the coffin down," said Matchmaker Li, as she pulled a stack of paper figures from her bag. After chanting some incantations, the paper figures jumped from her hands and grew to the size of normal people.
Moreover, these paper figures are all holding paper gongs and suonas.
She took out another piece of red paper, folded it, then bit her index finger and dripped blood onto the paper.
A flash of red light appeared, and after the matchmaker Li threw the folded red paper on the ground, an exquisite and festive sedan chair appeared before Xia Linyin and the others.
By now, Xia Linyin and the others had unloaded the coffin from the cart. With Fatty's help, things were much easier.
Matchmaker Li tore off the talisman paper pasted on the coffin, opened the coffin lid, and shook the exquisitely crafted copper bell in her hand.
Amidst the crisp sound of a bell, a female corpse with a talisman pasted on her forehead stood up, her arms outstretched straight forward.
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