"My condolences!

Those who are alive should still live a good life."

Bai Xi handed a box of tissues to the young mother who was crying silently. She was accompanied by two boys, one seven or eight years old and one ten years old.

"Thank you."

With red eyes, the young mother took the tissue from Bai Xi, took out two pieces of paper and wiped her tears.

"He left, leaving only me and my two children. How will we live in the future?"

As she spoke, my mother shed tears again.

Influenced by their mother, the two children remained silent and in low spirits. They also knew that the days ahead would be difficult.

"It will get better. Instead of thinking about things that are so far away in the future, it is better to think about tomorrow and do the current things well."

Bai Xi said a few words casually, which also contained a hint of reminder.

There are only eighty-four people left alive in the entire village. As long as the six players don't fight among themselves, the probability of survival is very high.

In other words, only 78 villagers can survive.

In addition, women and children are not naturally advantaged in terms of physical fitness, so their survival ability is the lowest in the later stages of the game.

Based on past experience, Bai Xi felt that the probability of mother and son surviving was low.

"I know."

Looking at the frightened children around her, the mother put away her sadness.

Bai Xi sat down next to him and looked at the nine coffins in the open space.

When she was helping just now, she observed carefully that the nine corpses, as the man in blue said before, had no obvious trauma or signs of struggle.

But since they were not scared to death, what was the cause of their death?

Was he poisoned to death?

It's also possible that he was killed by something in some way they didn't know.

"Drinking can cause trouble, and getting drunk can be fatal."

Bai Xi sighed with emotion, but the two children shook their heads and retorted: "My dad is not drunk."

"Didn't you say that your father is an alcoholic? He did drink a lot last night."

Bai Xi looked at the two children and asked.

Among the two children, the teenage brother said: "My father drank, but he was not drunk. He usually drinks more than this, but he has never been drunk."

The sister next to me also nodded,

"Although my father drinks, he doesn't get drunk. Because when he was drunk before, he beat my mother, and she went back to my grandma's house and never came back.

Dad spent a lot of effort to coax mom back, so he wouldn’t get drunk later."

The words of the two children reminded the mother.

"Since the night before yesterday, something has been wrong with him. He is always shouting that he is ashamed of his father and his mother.

He also said that his parents-in-law complained about him, and he also said that after the Ghost Festival, he would find time to burn paper money for his parents-in-law.

Yesterday in the dusk of the afternoon, he suddenly felt a little bad. He drank some wine and cried while drinking. He cried for a long time."

In response to their mother's words, the two children nodded repeatedly and added: "Dad also said that grandparents are not doing well down there."

The two children shook their heads,

"Since it was my parents who I saw, how could I be so scared?"

Bai Xi felt a little strange.

If it were really your parents, why would you be afraid?

She looked at her mother again and asked, "Does your husband have a bad relationship with his parents?"

The young mother shook her head in denial,

"It's not bad. But both old people died of illness. At that time, the family conditions were not good and they couldn't afford so much money for medical treatment. He has always felt guilty about this." The young mother replied.

"Then why was he so frightened last night? Do you know what happened?"

Bai Xi felt more and more that something was wrong. Judging from the stories of her mother and two children,

The deceased was not drunk that night, which means he was conscious, so what exactly did he see?

Neither mother nor child knows.

"Maybe the parents-in-law really missed their son so much that they took him away."

Mother comforted herself.

At around one o'clock in the afternoon, two young people from the village, three tourists and members of the expedition team carrying suitcases ran back with frightened faces.

Seeing a few people coming back, someone asked: "Didn't you go to town? Why are you back?"

"I can't walk anymore, I'm dead, I'm all dead."

One tourist lost his mind. It was obvious that he had not recovered from the shock. Others were also in a trance.

"The few people who walked out of the village suddenly died." The two young men in the village were also shocked.

But everyone was shocked.

"Dead? How could he die?"

"People are dying in broad daylight? Isn't the Ghost Festival already over?"

The two young men shook their heads,

"We didn't know either. As soon as we walked out of the village, they suddenly died without any signs."

"Could it be that those dirty things in your village come out during the day? Don't they want us to leave?"

"It's over, it's over, those things just want to trap us and kill us one by one."

Everyone's mood suddenly dropped, with panic and fear taking over.

Listening to the narrations of the two young people and the additions from other tourists, Bai Xi roughly guessed the specific reasons.

The deaths of these people should have nothing to do with anything in the village, but because they left the scope of the mission.

The game clearly prompts that the scope of this round of tasks is this village, and the indigenous people are also game participants.

This also means that they cannot leave the scope of the game, otherwise the number of participants in the game will not be satisfied.

The news of another death spread throughout the village in almost ten minutes, causing people to panic.

This time no one wants to leave or dare to leave.

When the village chief heard the news, he staggered and fell on his chair. He felt that a disaster was coming. More than a dozen people died in the village in one day.

This is a shocking case!

If this was reported, he would definitely be scolded to death, and he would not even be able to sit in the position of village chief. Sitting on the stool and holding steady for a while, the village chief summoned everyone for a meeting.

"Everyone knows the situation in the village. From yesterday to today, a total of thirteen people died."

The village chief sat on the leader's chair and lit a cigarette. The men present also lit cigarettes anxiously and started puffing away.

The women were silent, their brows also furrowed into the character "Chuan", tightly folded together.

After a long time, someone spoke.

"What should we do now? Leaving the village is a dead end, but staying in the village is equally dangerous."

"Village chief, apart from the custom of not going out at night, does your village have any other warnings?

Where did this custom come from? Are there any other legends in your village? It’s time, let’s talk about it.”

The speaker was the sketch artist Bai Xi had met before. What stood out most about him was his shoulder-length hair, which was smoother than a girl's.

"Yes, village chief. Can you tell me something? Let's work together."
Chapter completed!