I am a god in the escape game by drawing cards

Chapter 178 Who Killed Me 7
"This is the end of the matter, don't you ever want to let that female corpse do evil and let her harm others?" The Taoist robed man looked at the young Taoist priest with displeasure.

"I don't mean that." The young Taoist hesitated to speak.

"Okay, the only solution for now is to catch the female corpse and destroy it first." The old Taoist said, and the two disciples immediately shut up.

The old Taoist's eyes quickly fixed on the direction of the bamboo forest, and he stretched out his hand and threw a piece of talisman towards the bamboo forest. The talisman immediately buzzed to find Fang Muge's trace.

Seeing the talisman paper galloping towards him, Fang Muge quickly retreated towards the bamboo forest.

"Sure enough, it's in the bamboo forest." The old Taoist's face turned serious, "Chasing after him!"

The three of them approached the bamboo forest in a circle.

In the swaying bamboo forest, the heavy rain accompanied the swaying and crackling of the bamboo branches.

As soon as the three old Taoist priests stepped into the bamboo grove, the sleeping corpse puppets were startled, each of them swayed and stood up, roaring and pounced on the three old Taoist priests.

"Why are there so many corpse puppets in this bamboo forest?" The young Taoist stared wide-eyed, "Brother, you..."

"As long as the escaped female corpse is found, these corpse puppets can turn enemies into friends..." the Taoist-robed man tried to explain.

"Shut up!" The old Taoist was a little annoyed, "Don't make such evil ideas in the future."

"Yes." The Taoist robed man replied unwillingly.

Seeing the three Taoist priests entangled by corpse puppets, Fang Muge left quickly.

The rain was pouring down, the wind was raging, and a thunderbolt streaked across the sky.

With the brief flash of lightning, Fang Muge saw a tall figure standing in front of him.

There are other people in this village?

Fang Muge slowed down vigilantly.

The black figure standing in front turned around slowly, before Fang Muge could see the man's face clearly, a sense of suffocation rolled over Muge's throat above.

For an instant, time stands still and everything stands still.

The sound of wind and rain disappeared, the heavy rain froze in mid-air, the thunder hung in the sky, and the black shadow standing in front of it stood still.

A virtual screen appeared in front of Fang Muge out of thin air.

[You are dead, and you have survived for a total of 4 hours this time.Cause of death: suffocation. 】

[Please answer, who killed you? 】

Fang Muge touched his pain-free neck with a solemn expression.

She was obviously invisible, but the shadow still saw her.

But after a face-to-face meeting, she was strangled to death by the black shadow before she had time to do anything.

This shadow should be the key to this dungeon.

Fang Muge looked up at the black shadow standing still in front of him, and wanted to step forward to check the specific situation of the black shadow, but found that she couldn't move at all.

In this frozen time and space, all she could do was to answer the question of who the murderer was, and there was no way to investigate afterwards.

After thinking for a moment, Fang Muge typed: [It was the mysterious shadow that killed me. 】

The virtual screen quickly responded:

【wrong answer. 】

[Unfortunately, you did not find the murderer, please do it again. 】

Time reversed, and Fang Muge returned to the coffin again.

The sound of howling wind was accompanied by the sound of pattering rain, and lightning flashed across the sky, illuminating half of the night sky.

In the pouring rain, a middle-aged man in a black raincoat was digging with a hoe.

With more and more soil under his feet, the brand new coffin in the grave was gradually exposed.

Wiping the rainwater off his face fiercely, the middle-aged man murmured excitedly: "I finally found it..."

As he spoke, the middle-aged man vigorously opened the coffin.

Inside the coffin lay a female corpse dressed as a newlywed. The corpse was still well preserved, but the gold and silver jewelry piled up beside the female corpse dazzled the eyes.

The middle-aged man excitedly stretched out his hand towards the gold and silver jewelry in the coffin: "I've made a fortune, I've made a fortune!"

The middle-aged man frantically concentrating his treasures did not notice that the fingers of the bride lying in the coffin moved slightly.

Glancing at the ecstatic middle-aged man, Fang Muge activated his skills and cast a [Curse] on himself, cursing her body to present the appearance of death.

The moment the curse was fulfilled, Fang Muge's body lost a series of characteristics that a living person should have, such as temperature, breathing, heartbeat and pulse.

After casting the curse, Fang Muge lay quietly in the coffin without moving. This time, she planned to be refined into a corpse puppet by the Taoist robed man with peace of mind.

The middle-aged man with a big bag full of gold and silver treasures finally remembered that there was still a corpse in the coffin, and looked up quietly, only to be slightly relieved when he saw that the female corpse did not respond.

"Bodhisattva bless you, I don't mean to offend you, please don't blame me, I'll cover your coffin right away." The middle-aged man murmured and pulled the uncovered coffin lid back on.

After closing the brand-new coffin completely, the middle-aged man's expression softened a lot. He picked up the hoe beside him and planned to fill it up with the dug out soil again.

At this moment, the middle-aged man raised his head unintentionally, and saw a dark shadow holding an umbrella getting closer in the distance.

Suddenly, the middle-aged man panicked, dropped the hoe in his hand, and ran away with the gold and silver jewelry he fished out of the coffin.

After running for a few steps, a thunderbolt struck from the sky, and the gold and silver jewelry in the middle-aged man's arms were scattered all over the ground, and the body struck by the lightning fell straight to the ground.

The black shadow holding an umbrella in the distance was getting closer and closer, and the man in Taoist robe slowly walked up to the middle-aged man, stretched out his foot and kicked the middle-aged man's body:
"Tsk, there are really people who are not afraid of death and dare to dig graves, they deserve to be struck by lightning."

Stepping over the middle-aged man's body, the Taoist-robed man came to the dug grave.

After brushing off the dirt on the coffin, the man in Taoist robe easily lifted the lid of the coffin.

The newlyweds in the coffin were lying quietly, the clothes of the newlyweds were slightly messed up by the rain.

The man in Taoist robe held the umbrella above Fang Muge's head, covering the pouring rain.

Thinking for a moment with downcast eyes, the Taoist-robed man took out a piece of talisman paper and threw it into the coffin.

The instant the talisman paper ignited, it took away the excess rainwater in the coffin, and the raindrops falling from the sky consciously avoided the coffin and fell to other places.

The Taoist-robed man stretched out his hand to brush the broken hair on Fang Muge's forehead, and said to himself:

"Worthy of being the bride of a mountain god, she is not disturbed by the slightest breath of death. If her body does not have temperature and beating, she would be a living person at all."

Hearing this, Fang Muge was slightly surprised.

The young Taoist said that she was from another village and had died when she appeared in this village.

And the Taoist robed man in front of him said that she was the bride of the mountain god...

Fang Muge remained silent and continued to play the role of a corpse.

"Soon, soon you will be able to come out of this coffin and lead countless corpse puppets to meet the so-called mountain god." The Taoist robed man smiled softly, "I am looking forward to that day."

After all, the mysterious man reached out and covered the coffin vigorously.

Fang Muge lay in the coffin and hesitated for a while, but still lay there without moving.

A handful of soil was scooped up and the coffin was covered, and the muddy grave slowly filled up.

The Taoist robed man solemnly erected the fallen tombstone, and muttered: "Fang Muge, don't let me down."

Fang Muge lay bored in the dark coffin, she didn't know whether it was because she died, or because she cast a curse on herself, lying in the coffin under the mud, she didn't feel any discomfort at all.

(End of this chapter)