The Female Cannon Fodder With Boundless Merits-Chapter 1394 - 1407: Days Loved by the Escape Boss (8)
Seeing Brother Zhao and others walking in from outside in a sorry state, Fourth Aunt was not surprised. She stood quietly at the entrance of the main hall, smiling at them.
"Our village is close to the mountain, sometimes you can hear the sounds of wolves, tigers, and leopards. Just make sure to lock the doors well and don’t get up at night."
As Fourth Aunt spoke so solemnly, Brother Zhao and the others couldn’t help but take notice.
According to Brother Zhao’s experience, in the game field, every word from an NPC must be pondered over carefully; you might miss the most important hint if you’re not careful.
There were eight of them in total, with four empty rooms, which were easy to allocate.
The three women shared one room, and the remaining men paired up in separate rooms, while Brother Zhao took a room by himself.
A few timid ones couldn’t help but cling to Brother Zhao, ingratiatingly suggesting, "Brother Zhao, why don’t you come with us?"
Brother Zhao looked down on this a bit, "During the first few days of the game, there usually aren’t too many dangers. If you don’t even have the guts for this, you might as well find a rope and hang yourself, rather than being constantly worried."
"Hmph..." Brother Zhao snorted coldly, irritably choosing a room at random, and slammed the door shut.
Lying on the bed with his eyes closed, feeling worried, he couldn’t shake the feeling that he had overlooked something.
Scratching his head and thinking for a while, suddenly a flash of insight struck him. He abruptly stood up and carefully examined the arrangement in the room.
The room he randomly chose was quite simple; there were two sets of clothes in the wooden cabinet, a book laid open on the table, and next to it was a cup of tea, half-drunk and long since cold.
It was as if the owner of this room could come back at any moment.
It seemed that the other rooms seen during the day were similar.
How did he not realize that Fourth Aunt was living alone?
Thinking of this, a shiver quickly ran up his spine.
Turning over and getting out of bed, Brother Zhao opened the door and ran out, only to run smack into Fourth Aunt’s face.
In the mountain village, the night fell quickly, and within moments, the courtyard was enveloped in darkness.
As he opened the door, Brother Zhao hadn’t noticed Fourth Aunt standing stiffly at the doorway, but instinct took over in the face of crisis, leading his body to react before his mind.
He suddenly braked and veered to the side, narrowly avoiding an intimate encounter with the person at the door.
Compared to the normal Fourth Aunt during the day, the night version had a face of grayish-green color and an overly stiff body, seemingly not belonging to the realm of common humanity.
"Where are you going? Didn’t I say not to get up at night?" Fourth Aunt said ominously, one word at a time.
The gray-white eyeballs stared fixedly at Brother Zhao, seemingly waiting for him to return. If he answered poorly...
Brother Zhao noticed that the hand hanging by Fourth Aunt’s side was slowly lifting stiffly, resembling a ghostly claw, literally aiming to rip his heart out.
As his eyes adjusted to the dark, he could roughly make out some nearby outlines, but at that moment, Brother Zhao wished he were blind.
Though he had some suspicions, actually confirming Fourth Aunt’s inhuman nature left him with an unbearable weight.
Whether a mental lapse or what, watching Fourth Aunt extend her ghostly claw towards him, Brother Zhao suddenly slammed the door shut with force.
His heart pounded fiercely, gripping a weapon, nervously eyeing the door, fully alert.
Should the thing at the door break in, he was ready to engage in a desperate fight.
Looking regretfully at the slightly blunted knife in his hand, a further battle would render it useless, he thought.
Fortunately, Fourth Aunt remained standing at the entrance and made no further move.
Brother Zhao wasn’t sure how long he maintained his tense defensive posture, long enough for his legs to go numb, before Fourth Aunt finally dragged her heavy footsteps away.
Once he could no longer hear anything from the other side of the door, he exhaled a breath of relief.
No matter how eerie the room became now, he dared not venture outside, unaware of what perils lurked beyond.
Brother Zhao suddenly remembered Su Li, who had gone out and disappeared, and Xu Qingqing, who insisted on acting alone, and a smile of cold amusement crept onto his lips.
Tomorrow they might need to gather their remains.
He had told the newcomers that crises were not major at the start of the game, but that did not mean there were no dangers at all.
Based on his past experiences and from older players, in the game field, someone dies every day after the start. Then, the death toll incrementally rises each day.
There was no seven-day survival limit within the game. Perhaps everyone would die by day three, or maybe someone could survive till the eighth or ninth day until someone found the clue to clear the game.
But there were no hints or missions in the game; no one knew what to do, seemingly relying entirely on luck...
According to Brother Zhao’s hypothesis, given that Fourth Aunt didn’t make a move on him earlier, they were likely safe for the night.
Because, surely that fool Su Li wouldn’t make it, and as long as someone died, the daily crisis would lessen.
Brother Zhao’s hunch proved accurate, as after nightfall, the whole village seemed to come alive and twisted.
Rustling sounds arose from various shadows, birthing all sorts of grotesque forms.
They slid quickly in the darkness, weaving through the village.
If anyone wandered the village at night, they’d find slippery things perching on the eaves of Fourth Aunt’s house.
An occasionally wayward toad, hopping, got snatched by a blackish-purple tongue, gone without a sound, swallowed whole.
Besides Fourth Aunt’s house, every other household had such black things lurking in the courtyards.
Yet where villagers lived, these entities only hovered outside, not daring to enter.
The courtyards Su Li and Xu Qingqing found empty stood out like Luminous Pearls in the night, stark and conspicuous.
Those things hissed, sprawled eagerly on the ground, writhing their bodies in excitement before swiftly sliding towards the unprotected, empty courtyards.
In the silent night, even the smallest sound magnified to extremes.
The odd stirrings within the village danced as if on the edge of one’s heart.
Xu Qingqing held her pistol tightly, tensely leaning against the door.
Here it comes, it’s coming....
She sensed something closing in on her, as a stench gradually filled the air.
Then, there was a pause; the noise outside stopped. After waiting a while, Xu Qingqing finally couldn’t resist peeking through the slit at the window.
