There's definitely something wrong with this murder mystery game-Chapter 648
Chapter 648: Chapter 558 As You Wish, According to My Heart~_2 Chapter 648: Chapter 558 As You Wish, According to My Heart~_2 Customs differ, so do beliefs.
Xu Shuo looked at the two Earth God statues in the shrine and didn’t feel they were particularly majestic or holy, but rather found them somewhat endearingly clumsy.
He reached out and grabbed the shrine directly.
“Clatter~”
Xu Shuo shook the Earth God’s shrine up and down and vaguely heard the sound of pebbles hitting each other, coming from inside the statues.
Moreover, the statues were light, the texture felt poor upon touch, and the surface was even somewhat faded.
They were hollow inside.
Shoddy statues.
...
Xu Shuo put down the Earth God and picked up the Earth Goddess to give it a shake.
The feel was the same.
Not knowing whether it was because of them, Xu Shuo took the two shrines off the offering table and placed them at the entrance of the Ancestral Hall.
Then he summoned the staff to detect again.
The sensation still scattered at the spirit tablets.
So it was not because of the Earth God and Earth Goddess.
Therefore, Xu Shuo looked at the row of spirit tablets of Osmanthus Village villagers on the wooden rack and fell into contemplation.
Osmanthus Village must have hundreds of years of history, hence there were densely packed spirit tablets on it, easily totaling a few hundred.
He couldn’t possibly try them one by one!
So it was better to just burn them.
If there really was something here comparable to the “Staff of the Baseless,” it shouldn’t be destroyed by fire, should it?
Xu Shuo muttered to himself, picked up the red candle stuck in the incense burner, and went to light it.
But just as he ignited the curtains inside the Ancestral Hall and watched the jumping flames before him, he suddenly thought of something and abruptly turned his head to stare at the huge incense burner.
The incense burner was a rectangular stone censer.
And it also looked very old, one meter in length, half a meter in width and height, with four cylindrical legs supporting the base, the body of the censer carved with intricate patterns, with handles on either side of the top for people to hold.
Xu Shuo looked at the base of the incense burner and then at the ash inside, which was almost spilling out.
In folk practice, the incense burner used for offerings is rarely cleaned because what remains inside is not dust – it’s the incense offered to the deities!
This leads to the ash inside the censer piling up more and more, occasionally blown away by the wind to make room.
But today, Xu Shuo decided to clean out this incense burner for them!
Xu Shuo took out a timed bomb.
After placing the bomb at the base of the stone incense burner, he immediately turned and left the Ancestral Hall, standing at the entrance and looking from afar.
“Boom!”
The blast was immense.
The whole heavy censer was blown apart, and the accumulated ash inside instantly spread out, enveloping the entire Ancestral Hall in a misty layer of dust.
A glimmer of flames could vaguely be seen within the fog, which were the curtains catching fire.
Watching the dust that would not disperse for a short time, Xu Shuo hesitated before entering the smoke-filled Ancestral Hall.
The smell inside was choking.
Xu Shuo held his breath and surveyed the location of the incense burner, then his gaze sharpened, and he bent over to sweep an emerald object from a pile of ashes on the ground.
Even in the hazy environment, this object remained unstained like a lotus rising out of the mud, still as clean as new.
Just then, shouts suddenly came from not far away.
“The shrine is on fire!”
“What happened?”
“I just heard a loud noise!”
“The Wang Family was in there praying today, what are they doing exactly?”
“Never mind that!
Hurry and get water!”
The panicked and noisy shouts overlapped, accompanied by the faint sound of footsteps, and some nearby residents had already run in first.
With the object in hand, Xu Shuo glanced outside the Ancestral Hall, pondered for a moment, then turned to leave.
But before leaving, he set another bomb.
“Boom!”
Another explosion.
The spirit tablets collapsed with a clatter.
…
Xu Shuo didn’t go far away.
At least within this courtyard, one could still see the wisps of blue smoke rising and flames shooting into the sky.
The burning of the ancestral hall had become uncontrollable.
He walked to the well in the courtyard and used the windlass to draw water to wash the soot from his body.
“Who’s there, you…”
The owner of the courtyard came out of the house upon hearing the noise.
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But before he could say anything upon seeing the person in the courtyard, a silver needle suddenly appeared on his neck, and he fell to the ground without a sound.
Shortly after he fell, the slender silver needle dissipated into a mist.
Without looking back, Xu Shuo shook the water droplets from his hands.
After cleaning himself off as best as he could, he turned his attention to the object he had brought out with him.
The object resembled a Lingzhi in shape, about six inches long, with its wavy handle engraved with auspicious cloud patterns and its end featuring a cross-shaped four-petaled flower.
This was actually a Jade Ruyi.
The Jade Ruyi, lustrous and moist all over, felt smooth and warm to the touch.
Xu Shuo played with it, and a sudden irresistible urge made him blurt out, “As You Wish, follow my heart’s desire?”
Jade Ruyi: “…”
Of course, the Jade Ruyi did not respond.
But really, the shape of this Ruyi did give off that kind of vibe.
Xu Shuo took out his staff and tapped on the Ruyi.
Indeed, his detection ability could not penetrate it; the thing that had interfered with him in the ancestral hall must have been this object.
Having wasted so much time in this script, he finally acquired a prop, and Xu Shuo was quite satisfied with it.
According to the workflow of the Script Space, as long as the pick-up prop stays with him for a while, it will automatically be included in his inventory after the game ends and the script is tallied.
Just like when he got the blind girl’s staff.
However, that was purely an unexpected joy, after all, who would have thought that a blind person’s guide stick was a prop.
Would you have the heart to snatch away a frail and pitiful blind girl’s cane?
Anyway, Xu Shuo had the heart to do it.
Sitting in the courtyard resting, Xu Shuo tried repeatedly to use the Jade Ruyi, but no matter how he rubbed, waved, shouted, and even tried the routine of blood recognition, he still couldn’t find a way to use it.
He had no clue what the object was for.
Xu Shuo stuffed the Jade Ruyi into his pocket, feeling indifferent.
Getting up with his staff, he looked toward North Mountain.
The four big mountains around Osmanthus Village were all very tall.
And with his “Bright Vision” ability—not needing a scope and practically having a sniper’s superb vision—he could easily observe what was happening halfway up the mountain.
…
Wang Tiezhu’s house had been vandalized.
The over-excited villagers showed no restraint, their fervor as if waging a war.
They tore through the place like bandits, or like fierce ghosts ripping apart everything they found displeasing, filled with destructive rage.
Watching as the sun sloped westward, night was about to come again.
But since they didn’t find Wang Tiezhu at the Village Chief’s House, and there was no sign of him on North Mountain, some villagers were already agitated, with red rage in their eyes.
Why were they doing all this?
To deal with the bloodthirsty she-demon that emerged at night, to fight off that fierce ghost who had oppressed and harmed Osmanthus Village for over sixty years!
That lingering shadow was like another towering mountain pressing down onto the hearts of Osmanthus Village, a mountain that had now broken their backs, pushed their nerves to the limit, and squeezed their hearts until they could no longer breathe!
If they did not bring about some change, everyone would rot and die here!
Darkness was brewing in the hearts of the villagers of Osmanthus Village.
This was the resentment, anger, and malice that had accumulated over sixty years, growing from a tiny seed into a massive, intricately rooted tree, dark and twisted vines binding their souls tightly.
And now, rationality could no longer hold, and all malice was about to burst forth!
“Damn it!
Where the hell is Wang Tiezhu!”
A villager who rushed into the kitchen raised an axe, smashing pots and pans on the table in a crazed and frustrated rampage, the clanging sounding like music to his violent acts.
“Bang!”
Suddenly, a dish covered with bamboo was overturned, and its contents scattered across the floor.
Those were several pieces of bright red pastries.
The villager wrecking the kitchen suddenly fixed his gaze on the red pastries on the ground, desire and greed slowly surfacing in his eyes.
The next moment!
He rushed forward, pouncing like a starving ghost, and frantically stuffed the pastries into his mouth from the floor!
He crammed the pastries in, cheeks bulging, and it almost seemed as though his entire face would split open.
But the villager seemed oblivious; his hands kept pressing the scattered crumbs back into his mouth, veins on his forehead standing out, his bloodshot eyes bulging and looking both fierce and terrifying.
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