There's definitely something wrong with this murder mystery game-Chapter 650

Chapter 650: Chapter 560: Things Smashed, Osmanthus Cake Also Eaten Chapter 650: Chapter 560: Things Smashed, Osmanthus Cake Also Eaten Because the sky had been overcast all day,

the village was already darkening as dusk approached, and the air became chilly and cold.

Halfway up North Mountain.

The villagers, frantically searching for Wang Tiezhu, quickly lost their surging anger and passion when they saw the darkening sky, their reason succumbing to the habitual fear that sprouted as night fell.

Decades of malice had bred and solidified a fear deep in their instincts!

“What should we do, we still haven’t found Tiezhu!”

“Have we searched the village?”

“We’ve searched everywhere!

He’s nowhere to be found!”

“Dammit!

Our ancestral hall was set on fire, could it have been Wang Tiezhu who did it?!”

“Didn’t the village chief say Wang Tiezhu ran this way?”

“That scholar Zhu, I don’t know where he’s gone either, he’s nowhere to be found!”

“What do we do!”

“It’s getting dark!”

“Stop searching, let’s hurry back!

...

We’ll search again tomorrow morning!

I don’t believe they can keep hiding!”

There were over a hundred people when they went up the mountain,

but by the time they came down,

someone noticed that the number of people had suddenly reduced by half!

In theory, as night approached, even those who had run to slightly further places should have hurried back, because they all knew what could happen on the nights of the middle of the seventh lunar month.

Now, looking at the ten or so people remaining, the villagers didn’t know what had happened and could only comfort themselves by thinking that the others had descended the mountain earlier.

After all, with the ancestral hall flooded, there would always be people in a panic rushing back to put out the fire, who then couldn’t continue the search.

Indeed, some had left for that very reason.

After everyone had gone,

only a messy courtyard remained, with traces of breaking and smashing inside the house.

It was then that a villager who had lagged behind on the descent suddenly remembered seeing a piece of animal hide hanging on the wall of Wang Tiezhu’s home.

Since there were many people earlier, he didn’t dare to covet it, afraid that others would fight him for it.

Probably many had the same thought.

So no one took it then.

But now!

He glanced at the sky, turned, and quickly ran toward the halfway point on the mountain, thinking of grabbing the item and then rushing back.

The sky was dim.

The courtyard was eerily silent.

The villager rushed into the main room, found the animal hide hanging next to the kang bed, and quickly went over to take it down.

But just as he was holding the hide and preparing to leave,

he suddenly heard a sound.

“Gurgle gurgle!”

It was as if something was being chewed.

The villager’s movement froze, a huge curiosity rising within him, prompting him to subconsciously move towards the source of the sound, then peer in to investigate.

In the kitchen of the side room,

a creature that was like but not human, with limbs and a head but a twisted body drenched in blood, long sharp claws on its hands leading one to think of some wild monkey, crouched there, continually chewing on human limbs.

“Ah!”

Just catching a glimpse, the villager was horrified, dropping the hide from his hands and falling to the ground.

And as he scrambled to get up and prepared to flee, the creature suddenly turned its head to look at him!

The eyes were immensely bulbous, protruding from their sockets, the white eyeballs lacked pupils, instead, they were riddled with intertwining red blood vessels.

In the next moment, the villager’s expression became vacant.

He moved his feet, not to escape, but a rigid and stiff motion directed him towards the creature, presenting his head to the monster’s agape blood-filled mouth.

…

…

Nightfall.

The clouds tonight were very dense, without the bright moonlight shining through.

Whoosh—

A small black cat emerged from the ditch at the foot of South Mountain.

It shook the fur on its body before lifting its paws and heading toward the village.

It behaved just like the previous night.

Poking its head around, it seemed curiously to survey the houses it passed.

Every household had its doors and windows tightly shut.

Afterward, it stopped in front of one house, squatting and flicking its tail, its eyes intently fixed on the front door.

In the still and silent darkness of the lane, suddenly four white paper figures appeared from nowhere, carrying a palanquin.

They walked forward, flickering in and out of sight, seemingly there and not there.

But this time, for quite a while.

There were no cries of horror from within the house.

The black cat was not impatient either.

Having waited for a while, it stretched out its paw to lick and gradually began to wag its tail leisurely.

The paper figures and palanquin that had originally been heading this way also vanished, but only for a moment.

In the blink of an eye, they reappeared on another street.

On this street, there was a pile of ruins.

…

During the day, the villagers frantically tried to put out the fire in the ancestral hall, as it had a four-compound layout.

Even if they couldn’t save the most important Ancestral Hall, they at least wanted to save the rest!

Just when they were about to succeed, Xu Shuo threw in a few more bombs.

Thus, the majestic ancestral hall was utterly demolished.

The destruction of the ancestral hall drove several villagers mad on the spot, they were crying and laughing, shouting that Osmanthus Village was doomed, then they were collectively carried out by other villagers.

As night approached, even though the villagers felt sorrow and anger, they dared not continue investigating the cause of the fire at the ancestral hall.

All they could do was rush home to lock their doors and windows tightly, and they did this without having achieved anything.

The villagers of Osmanthus Village were very busy today.

They gathered at Old Li’s house for a lively noontime, started catching Wang Tiezhu in the afternoon, then busied themselves searching for the female scholar before rushing to extinguish the fire that had spontaneously broken out at the ancestral hall, and finally scurried home to tremble with fear.

They ran up and down the mountains, yet ended up with nothing and even lost many lives for no reason.

Those who accidentally stumbled into the graveyard while searching North Mountain, those who snuck into the kitchen and ate the Osmanthus Cakes, those who saw the villagers transform into Abyss Creatures…

Every single one of them died.

Only Xu Shuo witnessed the day-long spectacle.

He sat on the wall of the courtyard next to the ruins of the ancestral hall, looking up at the ominous clouds in the sky as if waiting for the moon to come out.

Just then.

At the end of the street, a paper palanquin appeared.

Following it was the soundless emergence of a red wedding dress in the void, its hem fluttering gently in the cool, chilling night breeze, the red as glaring as if soaked in plasma.

Xu Shuo turned his head toward the bride.

The bride stood with dignity beside him and then gently extended her hand, her blood-red nails offset against her deathly pale skin.

Xu Shuo shook his head, “No.”

The bride silently looked at him.

Xu Shuo continued, “I made the Osmanthus Cakes during the day and left them in the house to cool, but in the afternoon, when the villagers tried to capture me, they barged into my yard and smashed everything.

Your Osmanthus Cakes were also eaten by them.”

It was bad enough that they trashed his house.

They didn’t even spare the Osmanthus Cakes!

The villagers of Osmanthus Village were simply maddened!

The bride withdrew her hand, her voice emotionless and cool as she asked, “And then?”

Xu Shuo pointed to the ruins across the street and said, “They smashed my house, so in return, I blew up their ancestral hall.

Do you think I did the right thing?”

The bride looked toward the ruins: “…”

What is this, am I supposed to praise you now?

The bride looked up, standing on the wall of the courtyard, gazing into the distance at the entirety of Osmanthus Village, observing the neatly arranged houses under the cover of darkness.

She said, “Tonight, they are truly active.”

Last night in Osmanthus Village, not many could sleep.

But tonight, not a single person could.

The bride slightly tilted her head and the ethereal, haunting melody began to play.

White osmanthus flowers drifted down from the sky, fluttering about like the paper flowers thrown during funerals.

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The entire Osmanthus Village was shrouded under her spell.

She listened to the fearful heartbeats of those people, drawing strength from their resentful emotions.

Beneath the red bridal veil, her crimson lips gently curved into a smile.

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