Showbiz Escape

Chapter 34 Red and White Deserted Village 16
As soon as the lid of the coffin was lifted, Wen Zhuo finally saw what happened in the woods, but he only had time to see the end, because the red and white staff who turned into evil spirits and bit each other were already wounded. , lying motionless in the woods.

The filthy blood gradually seeped into the muddy ground along the piled leaves, and the rotten and black faces under the bamboo hat made people feel the urge to vomit just by looking at them.

She was carried out of the coffin, and when she turned her head, she realized that it was Ye Lingchuan who was holding her.

The two looked at each other, and her hand was pressed on his chest inadvertently. This scene was awkward and slightly ambiguous, and it really didn't fit in with the surrounding scenes.

"...Thank you Brother Chuan." She quickly withdrew her hand, habitually pretending to be terrified, "I almost died in it just now."

Ye Lingchuan leaned over and put her on the ground, checked her whole body carefully, and only spoke after making sure she was not injured.

"It seems that the red and the white clashed, and you were bumped into the coffin of the dark marriage partner."

"That's the truth, but I didn't expect Xu Le to be married to the ghost."

"Xu Le?"

Ye Lingchuan looked in the direction of Wen Zhuo's finger. He had been focusing on her before, only now did he realize that there was still a corpse lying in the coffin.

He glanced at Xu Le's tragic death, and couldn't help frowning: "Did you kill him?"

"Yeah." Wen Zhuo didn't deny it, but changed the process slightly, "He was possessed by a ghost and wanted to strangle me, so I pulled out the hairpin out of desperation, but luckily the stab was accurate enough."

"It should be." Ye Lingchuan nodded, approving her actions, "If you don't kill him, he will kill you too. Anyway, one person must die here tonight. Undead people can't end this farce."

Or maybe more than one person died.

Wen Zhuo turned around, suddenly his expression changed slightly, and he pointed not far away.

"That is……"

It was a corpse, a corpse suspended in the air by a branch.

The other party was also wearing plain linen mourning clothes, his limbs were stiff, his neck seemed to have been strangled, and he was hanging flutteringly on the top of the tree.

When the wind blew, half of the corpse's face was exposed. The face was very familiar, it seemed to be...

"It's Song Wenwen, the girl wearing glasses." Ye Lingchuan gave the answer, "According to the situation just now, if you don't have a weapon in your hand, you will easily be entangled to death."

The players in the red event group have tasks, and the players in the white matter group naturally also have tasks. Although it is not clear what their tasks are, from the current point of view, it seems that things are not going well, and the props that can save their lives have not been obtained. Being haunted by evil spirits, Song Wenwen was entangled to death by tree shadows.

Wen Zhuo's eyes moved away from Song Wenwen's body, she looked around, but did not see Xiang Zhifeng's figure, her eyes instantly became extremely serious.

"Brother Chuan, did you see where Mr. Xiang went?"

"No."

Ye Lingchuan is telling the truth. He really hasn't seen Xiang Zhifeng for a long time. If he did, he would have pushed the opponent into the battle pit and died. Why wait until now?

But his watch did not send a notification that the mission was successful, which meant that Xiang Zhifeng was still alive.

It is true that Wenzhuo's wristwatch did not send a reminder of mission failure, she was sure of this and temporarily relieved, calling out loudly.

"Fengfeng, are you still there, Fengfeng? We are safe now, we can come out!"

She yelled four or five times in succession before finally getting a response.

In the swaying shadow of the forest in the distance, Xiang Zhifeng's trembling voice came: "Here, I am here...wait for me."

Covered in mud, he put his sleeves in embarrassment, and moved out carefully. He was relieved to see her standing there, and trotted to her.

"Fuck, where did you go just now? The bearers here are going crazy, and the tree is chasing after me like a ghost again. I'm scared to death!"

Fortunately, he had the purple talisman paper she gave him, so those branches only chased him and whipped them, but they always seemed to be afraid, and did not hurt his life.

Since Ye Lingchuan didn't know about the purple talisman paper, Wen Zhuo worried that he had slipped up, so he quickly changed the subject: "Don't you have a sword?"

"...Oh yes." Xiang Zhifeng wasn't too stupid, he received the signal from her eyes, and immediately continued, "I didn't expect my swordsmanship to be so good. Sure enough, adversity can stimulate people's potential. I'm still very strong of!"

She said "hmm", a little disgusted.

It's really pompous.

At this time, Xiang Zhifeng saw Song Wenwen who had been hanged not far away in a blink of an eye, and was startled with fright, and tightly grasped Wen Zhuo's hand.

"Damn it! Who is it?"

"Player Song Wenwen." Wen Zhuo pulled out his hand calmly, and pointed to the coffin again, "Xu Le is also dead, and many people died tonight."

He froze for a moment, and tried to recall: "... There are three people in the funeral team, right? Is there another person named Zhao Qianxue? Is Zhao Qianxue still alive?"

Before Wen Zhuo had time to speak, he heard someone answer him first.

"At this."

Ye Lingchuan had walked to the side at some point. He kicked away a dead body blocking the way, and pulled up a slender girl in mourning clothes by the collar—this action was merciless, and it was very different from the way he treated Wen Zhuo. Don't.

The girl was lying on the ground pretending to be dead, but now she broke away from his hand impatiently, and straightened her clothes.

It was indeed Zhao Qianxue.

Xiang Zhifeng said in surprise: "Eh? Are you really still alive?"

"What's so strange?" Zhao Qianxue looked at him coldly, "Aren't you still alive?"

"Oh I mean, both teammates are out, you're lucky."

"In this kind of game, luck and strength are both important. I think you can rely on a lot of luck to be alive."

"..."

Xiang Zhifeng rolled his eyes, and immediately couldn't be bothered to talk to her.

Wen Zhuo's eyes fell on Zhao Qianxue's face, she narrowed her eyes slightly, thoughtful.

Her intuition has always been very accurate, and it is not difficult to see that when luck is mentioned, Zhao Qianxue's expression changed subtly, and she cast a glance at Song Wenwen's body hanging there.

When people have a guilty conscience, some instinctive small details cannot be concealed.

If there was only one item that could save her life, she had every reason to suspect that Zhao Qianxue used tricks to steal Song Wenwen's life.

But this has nothing to do with her, she doesn't care whether other players can survive, as long as her client survives.

She said: "Let's check the corpse. We were all brought here in the middle of the night. We can't have no hint at all."

This proposal was approved by Ye Lingchuan and Zhao Qianxue, Xiang Zhifeng hesitated: "How to check? They look really disgusting."

Wen Juan sighed patiently: "Then you just stand here and wait, I'll check."

Talk about the experience of customers who are timid, useless and clean.

She randomly walked to a corpse, bent down, and saw that the corpse was covered in bloody bite marks from the chaotic fight just now, which was unsightly.

She lifted off the corpse's clothes with two fingers, felt something was wrong for a while, then pulled a corner of the clothes, and wiped away the blood condensed on the corpse's chest.

"...There seems to be words here."

(End of this chapter)