MTL - Top Horror Novelist-Chapter 37 (two)

I couldn't bear this kind of life, so I left the proprietress and tried to rush out of the snowfield alone.

"When I helped him light the fire, he just told me the story and told me not to think about leaving."

Recalling the incident at that time, Chen San still had an inexplicable feeling: "But I didn't care. After all, I am a player, and I can leave as long as I complete the task, which is different from NPCs like them."

"but…"

Chen San asked in surprise: "Could it be that after I left, the pyrotechnician finally left the snowfield?"

Chi Yiyin was not as optimistic as Chen San.

He looked down at the clean floor.

The rule that the body will disappear after death in this dungeon is simply the best way to hide a person's death, and not even the slightest clue will be left behind.

And the dead people will become those monsters, coming and going without a trace.

Compared to believing that Xueyuan, who had been unable to leave, could suddenly leave, Chi Yiyin was more inclined to believe that the burner was dead.

However, if this is the case, it means that the NPC can die...

When Chi Yiyin realized something, he froze for a moment, and slowly turned his gaze to the firewood room next to him.

The door of the firewood room was still locked from the outside, and there was no sign of it being opened.

But Chi Yiyin quickly walked towards the firewood room: "Do you have the key to the firewood room?"

Chen San didn't understand, and shook his head.

Chi Yiyin took off the footless bird brooch decisively, straightened the needle point underneath, and nimbly held the door lock with her slender fingers. After a few clicks, the door lock was unlocked with a "click".

Chen San was stunned: "? Why do you still have such a strange skill?"

Chi Yiyin ignored Chen San, but pushed open the door of the woodshed.

As the door opened, the smell of the firewood room immediately rushed over.

It was a fermented stench of mold and blood, like rotten meat that had been rotting in a jar for several months, straight up to the sky and making people sick.

Chi Yiyin was so smoked that he immediately took a step back, stood aside and waited for the smell to dissipate a little, then picked up the lamp next to him and shone into the firewood room.

In the dim firewood room, stacks of split firewood were neatly piled up in the corner.

The fire was burning brightly.

But what caught Chi Yiyin's attention was a piece of charred firewood that fell out of the fire.

Even if it has been burned by the flames like a dry chicken claw, Chi Yiyin can recognize it at a glance, it is not a human arm at all!

The proprietress's head was placed squarely on top of the pile of firewood, her dull and cloudy eyes stared in the direction of the firewood door, and looked at Chi Yiyin in the dark.

And Chi Yiyin also slowly saw that in the pile of firewood... some of them were not firewood at all.

That is the human bone after being split.