Ou Huang, she exploded in the survival game

Chapter 171: It's Dark, Please Close Your Eyes 5
"Sorry!

Those who are alive still have to live a good life. "

Bai Xi handed a box of tissues to the young mother who was crying silently. There were two boys beside her, one in seven or eight years old and the other in her teens.

"Thank you."

The young mother's eyes were red, she took the tissue from Bai Xi, took out two pieces of tissue and wiped away her tears.

"He left, leaving only me and my two children. How will we live in the days to come?"

Then, the mother shed tears again.

Infected by their mother, the two children were silent and not in high spirits. They also knew that the days ahead would be difficult.

"It will get better. Instead of thinking about things so far away in the future, it is better to think about tomorrow and do the current things well."

Bai Xi said a few words casually, which also implied a reminder.

There can only be 84 people alive in the entire village. As long as the six players do not fight among themselves, the probability of survival is very high.

In other words, only 78 villagers survived.

Coupled with the fact that women and children are not born with an advantage in physical fitness, their survivability in the late game is the lowest.

Based on past experience, Bai Xi felt that the probability of the mother and son surviving was not high.

"I know."

Looking at the terrified children around her, the mother put away her sorrow.

Bai Xi sat down beside her and looked at the nine coffins on the open space.

When she was helping just now, she observed carefully, and the nine corpses were just like what the man in blue said before. There were no obvious traumas, and there were no traces of fighting with others.

But since they were not scared to death, what was the cause of their death?

Was it poisoned to death?

It's also possible that something killed them in some way they don't know.

"Drinking is wrong, and getting drunk is even worse."

Bai Xi sighed, but the two children shook their heads and retorted: "My father is not drunk."

"Didn't you say your father was drinking too much? He did drink a lot last night."

Bai Xi looked at the two children and asked.

Among the two children, the ten-year-old elder brother said: "My father is drinking, but he is not drunk. He usually drinks more than this, and he has never been drunk."

The sister next to me also nodded.

"Although my father drinks, he can't get drunk. Because he was drunk before, he beat my mother, and my mother went back to grandma's house and never came back.

It took a lot of effort for father to coax mother back, so he won't get drunk later. "

The words of the two children reminded the mother.

"Since the night before yesterday, he has been a little bit wrong, always yelling, saying that he is ashamed of his father and mother.

He also said that his parents-in-law complained about him, and he also said that after the Ghost Festival, he would find time to burn paper money for his parents-in-law.

When it was dark yesterday afternoon, he was suddenly in a bad mood. He drank some wine and cried while drinking for a long time. "

Regarding the mother's words, the two children nodded repeatedly, and added: "Father also said that grandparents are not doing well down there."

The two children shook their heads,
"Since what you saw was your own parents, how could you be so frightened?"

Bai Xi felt a little strange.

If it was really my parents, why would I be afraid?

She looked at her mother again and asked, "Does your husband have a bad relationship with your parents?"

The young mother shook her head in denial,

"It's not bad. But the two old people died of illness. At that time, the family conditions were not good and they couldn't afford so much money for medical treatment. He has always felt guilty about this." The young mother replied.

"Then why was he so frightened last night? Do you know what's going on?"

Bai Xi felt more and more wrong. According to the narration of the mother and the two children,
The deceased was not drunk that night, which means he was conscious, so what exactly did he see?
Neither mother nor child knew.

"Maybe it's really the parents-in-law. They miss their son so much, so take him away."

Mother comforted herself.

After one o'clock in the afternoon, two young people from the village, and three tourists and members of the expedition team carrying suitcases ran back with frightened faces.

Seeing a few people come back, someone asked: "Didn't you go to the town? Why are you back?"

"I can't go anymore, I'm dead, I'm all dead."

One tourist lost his mind, apparently still recovering from the shock, and others were also in a trance.

"The few people who walked out of the village died suddenly." The two young men in the village were also in shock.

Everyone was shocked.

"Dead? How could you die?"

"People are dead in broad daylight? Isn't Ghost Festival already over?"

The two young men shook their heads,
"We don't know either. They died suddenly as soon as they walked out of the village, without any signs."

"Could it be that those dirty things in your village come out during the day? Don't they want us to leave?"

"It's over, it's over, those things just want to trap us to death, and then kill them one by one."

Everyone's emotions were depressed, and panic and fear took the lead.

Listening to the narration of the two young people and other tourists' additions, Bai Xi roughly guessed the specific reason.

The deaths of these people should have nothing to do with the things in the village, but because they left the scope of the mission.

The game clearly reminds that the scope of this round of missions is this village, and the aborigines are also game participants.

This also means that they cannot leave the scope of the game, otherwise the number of participants in the game will not be satisfied.

The news of another death spread throughout the village within 10 minutes, causing panic.

This time, no one wanted to leave, nor did they dare to leave.

The village chief who heard the news stumbled and fell on the chair, feeling that a catastrophe was imminent. More than a dozen people died in the village within a day.

This is a shocking case!

If this is reported, he will definitely be scolded to death, and the position of village chief will not even be considered.Sitting on the stool and stabilizing for a while, the village chief called everyone together for a meeting.

"Everyone knows the situation in the village. From yesterday to today, a total of thirteen people died."

The village chief sat on the leader's chair and lit a stick of tobacco. The men present also anxiously lit cigarettes and began to puff.

The women were silent, their brows were also frowned into Sichuan characters, and they were tightly folded together.

After a long time, someone spoke.

"What should we do now? Leaving the village is a dead end, but staying in the village is equally dangerous."

"Village chief, besides the custom of not going out at night, do you have any other warnings in your village.

How did this custom come about?Are there any other legends in your village?Now is the time, let's talk about it. "

The one who spoke was the sketch artist Bai Xi had met before.What stood out most about him was his shoulder-length hair, which was smoother than a girl's.

"Yeah, village chief. Tell me something? Let's work together."

"In this situation, survival is the most important thing."

(End of this chapter)