Showbiz Escape

Chapter 28 Red and White Deserted Village 10
The three of Wen Zhuo, Ye Lingchuan and Xiang Zhifeng sprinted at a speed of [-] meters all the way, and finally managed to escape from the scythe of the wedding dress ghost, and returned to the previous low house with the word "Happy" on it.

Miraculously, this low house can indeed stop the female ghost. The three of them watched each other's sickle cut on the brick wall, cutting a crack in the brick wall, and then it seemed to be bounced off by something. Reluctant to continue chasing and killing, he turned and left resentfully, and quickly disappeared into the night.

The three of them leaned on the crack of the door and watched until they were sure that the other party had really left, then they turned around at the same time.

The short distance of 500 meters almost made Xiang Zhifeng run out of breath. He gasped for a moment and patted his chest with lingering fear.

"It was really dangerous just now. Several times I thought I was going to be split by that female ghost."

Ye Lingchuan glanced at him calmly, but didn't speak.

It's really dangerous. If it weren't for the kindness and quick response of the little girl next to you, you would have died long ago.

Wen Zhuo patted Xiang Zhifeng's shoulder as a comfort, and she realized that the room was dark, and the kerosene lamp had gone out at some point.

Not only that, since they came in, they didn't seem to hear Li Guang's movement. It stands to reason that the brat should not have kept his mouth shut.

"Why did the light go out?" she said, "Brother Chuan, I remember seeing a box of matches when I entered the room this morning. Do you know where I put it?"

"It's on the table, next to the sewing box—I'll get it, so be careful not to knock it over."

Taking advantage of the faint moonlight outside the window, Ye Lingchuan groped towards the wooden table, took out a match and lit it, and re-lit the kerosene lamp on the table.

At the moment when the light came back on again, Xiang Zhifeng looked around and couldn't help wondering if he didn't see Li Guang.

"Strange, didn't the fat man say he wanted to sleep in the house? Did he sneak out by himself? He still has the guts?"

Before he finished speaking, he raised his head inadvertently, and was caught off guard, meeting a familiar face.

...a fat face that was strangled to the point of bruising, with a lolling tongue.

That's right, Li Guang was hanged on the beam of the house, and before he died, he was still frozen in a distorted expression of fear, with his eyes wide open, staring straight at the direction of the ground.

Xiang Zhifeng was not mentally prepared at all, so he looked at the corpse affectionately, his scalp went numb, and he rushed towards Wen Zhuo next to him with a voice of "Oh".

He hugged Wen Zhuo's neck like a koala, trembling all over.

"Fuck! That fat man is dead, why did he die suddenly?!"

Although he hates Li Guang extremely and always wants to give him a slap in the face, but the rabbit dies and the fox is sad. In such a perverted game, when a nominal teammate dies suddenly without warning, it is difficult not to be connected with his next fate and say no. Fear is fake.

Wen Zhuo also saw the hanged Li Guang. She let Xiang Zhifeng hug her. She didn't react at first, but then realized that Ye Lingchuan was also there. If she behaved too calmly, her identity might be suspected.

So she immediately pushed Xiang Zhifeng away, covered her face with her hands, and took two exaggerated steps back in fright, trembling all over.

"Why? Why did he die here!"

"..."

Xiang Zhifeng was speechless, could this aunt be too good at acting?This acting skill made him so scared that he didn't dare to speak out, for fear of stealing her old man's limelight.

Ye Lingchuan took a step forward, pulled Wen Zhuo to his side from where he was, and comforted him in a low voice.

"It doesn't matter, he's dead, he's such a waste in life, and he can't make waves when he's dead."

"Well, what you said makes sense."

Xiang Zhifeng: "..."

You are the only one who thinks such illogical consolation makes sense, right?You can really go down the slope, who will believe that you two have no interest in each other!

No one could hear him complaining in his heart. On the other side, Wen Zhuo and Ye Lingchuan were already researching the cause of Li Guang's death.

Wen Zhuo carefully recalled: "Did the matchmaker mention today that we should try not to place an order at night? Maybe he died because of the order."

"Indeed." Ye Lingchuan nodded in agreement, "After all, placing an order in the room is considered an order."

"Once he dies like this, our two teams will only have three people."

Perhaps, this is the underlying rule of the system. The red event group and the white event group each need three people on average, and there are seven players, so one extra person has to be eliminated.

The extra person may not be anyone, but Li Guang just happened to join the red incident team, and happened to be on the order, and caught up with this trip to Huangquan Road, which is pure stupidity and bad luck.

Xiang Zhifeng was very grateful when he heard the words: "Thanks to me, I went out with you two."

"You can't say that." Ye Lingchuan said, "If you stay in the room, the two of you are not alone, and he won't die."

"So it's just right that I didn't stay? If he doesn't die, others will die sooner or later. Anyway, this fat man is useless to live. He is stupid and not united. He strung the beads wrong more than a dozen times, and I helped him change them." Yes, he can only be eccentric."

"It also makes sense. In the Vanity Fair game, it's true that trash doesn't have to live."

Wen Zhuo looked sideways at Ye Lingchuan. For some reason, when she heard this sentence, she always felt that there was a deeper meaning hidden in his tone.

At this moment, he seemed to be different from the him she knew.

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The three finally stepped on the chairs and put down Li Guang's body hanging from the beam.

It's not out of humanitarianism, it's entirely because they feel that there may be clues or props on the corpse, and they need to check it out.

Facts have proved that this is indeed the case, and the prop is extremely tricky to hide behind Li Guang's tongue. If Wen Zhuo hadn't had a flash of inspiration and wanted to open the corpse's mouth to find it, he would have missed it.

Using two fingers, she took out a folded talisman from the mouth of the corpse, with a look of disgust on her face.

"Found it, here it is."

Xiang Zhifeng: "Hey...the way this system gives props is really perverted."

"Who said it wasn't."

She unfolded the talisman paper, and saw that there were messy and complex incantations drawn with cinnabar on it. Normal people must not be able to understand it, let alone distinguish the specific function.

The only certainty is that this must be an important prop.

"There's only one, how do we divide it?"

Ye Lingchuan replied warmly: "Put it away, you found it, so you should keep it."

Of course, Xiang Zhifeng has no objection, anyway, he is Wenzhuo's client, and Wenzhuo's is his.

"Yes, whoever finds it will belong to him, and we two big men, how can we compete with girls?"

Wen Zhuo glanced at him.

He's not very skilled, but he's pretty good at talking cheap and being nice, but if he wasn't her client, he probably would have snatched her away.

"Okay, then thank you both, seeing that it's getting late, let's hurry up and eat, and we have to finish the rest of the work after dinner."

(End of this chapter)