Fast time travel, did the host kill the villain today?

There was a strong smell of perfume on the woman in the red dress, which was so strong that it was suffocating.

However, Shen Mochi still smelled a faint smell of blood on her body, and from the corner of his vision, he inadvertently spotted weird dark marks on her red dress.

113 said those were bloodstains.

The sky didn't know when it started, but it had already started to rain lightly, blurring the vision with the patter, and white mist formed on the mountainside along with the rain.

The mist is not thick, and has a hazy beauty.

There was a shutter sound in the car, and it turned out that several young students were taking pictures outside the window.

At this time, only a few people in the carriage were eerily silent, and the atmosphere was not too dignified. Four out of five people were satisfied with the trip so far.

The bus gradually went deeper into the mountain, and the muddy road that was originally shaken by the gravel began to become rugged, with ups and downs and twists and turns like riding a roller coaster.

"Dear passengers, we are about to enter Yiba Mountain. The road ahead is bumpy. Please fasten your seat belts and don't leave your seat easily."

On the radio, the woman's dull tone was deliberately cadenced.

The bus drove into the forest along the path. The trees in the forest covered the sky and the sun. There was no chirping of birds and insects, only the dull sound of rain, and a kind of darkness that was about to rain.

Some people around have begun to notice the abnormality, and asked their companions in bewilderment: "This mountain road doesn't look right, it seems that no one is walking."

The wheels rolled over and bent the lush vegetation to open up a wide path. There was only a dirt road less than half a meter in the middle of the bent grass, which seemed to be used by people all year round.

After entering the mountain forest, the rain stopped slowly and the speed of the car slowed down.

Coming out of Jinchen City, it is rare to see such a place with beautiful mountains and clear waters. Someone opened the window of the car and let the breeze pour into the car, with a stench of mud, as if something had been rotting for a long time.

The person who felt noble immediately raised his hand and shouted exaggeratedly: "What is the smell so bad, can you close the window?!"

The smell in the air is indeed a bit heavy. The passenger who opened the window smiled awkwardly, raised his hand and grabbed the window, and was about to pull the glass window hard, when a voice sounded from inside the car——

"It doesn't smell good, because the villagers in the mountains, no matter what they die, they just find a place to bury them on the spot, even if they are people. This probably smells like something rotten."

People in the city advocate cremation, and when a person dies, the lamp is extinguished, and everything is reduced to ashes.

Naturally, there is no crematorium in the mountains, so it is believed that fallen leaves return to their roots, and the dead should be buried in the earth.

Thinking that a dead body might pop out from somewhere on this mountain, everyone felt a chill running down their backs.

There were also people from the countryside in the car, and they couldn't help but refute the other party's words immediately: "Even if it is a burial, you must pay attention to Feng Shui. The burials are basically gathered together, so you won't just find a place to bury them like you said."

"Oh." The person who spoke just now answered a word lightly, noncommittal, but let out a weird sneer before going silent.

Shen Mochi's hairs stood on end.

Because the person who spoke just now was none other than the female ghost sitting beside him.

The barren and narrow mountain road is not too long. After about ten minutes' drive, the road condition gradually improved and the woods came to an end.

Driving out of the mountain forest, a yellow mud road is just enough to stagger the width of two small cars.

The dirt road is curved and stretches between the sky and the earth.

This season is the stage of transplanting rice seedlings. When the breeze blows the rice seedlings, they sway like stones falling into the water and splashing ripples.

Opening the window at that time, it was the fragrance of the fields after the rain.

Everything seems to be back to normal.

Farmers in the field are still catching up with others' progress, walking barefoot in the farmland, planting the seedlings upright, like soldiers in military posture.

Sangye farmed his father, and he hoe followed the shepherd boy.

Probably so.

Just as everyone was immersed in the scene of "green all over the mountains, plains and white rivers, rain like smoke in the sound of cuckoo." A sharp suona sounded startled the tits in the forest, and the people farming in the fields stopped their movements, packed up their farm tools and left quickly.

The living creatures in this mountain seemed to be running away from something.

The suona sound approached from the mountain pass in front, and the place was covered by white mist, so I couldn't see what was there, but I could faintly hear low cries in the sky-shattering suona sound.

It is not difficult to guess that this is someone's funeral, and it is the dirge that scares the birds away.

The people in the car didn't realize the seriousness of the situation, and they all looked around curiously, with interest in new things in their eyes.

The funeral ceremony in the countryside is very grand, and the funeral is also very grand, which is completely different from the simple silence for a few days in the city, and a few blows and blows to the crematorium.

Soon the bus meets the funeral couple in the middle of the road.

The coffin-bearers had white cloths wrapped around their waists and heads, and shouted a number every time they took a step forward. In the front were the relatives of the deceased, called mourners.

There were two groups of people blocking the road, one going and one going, the mourners stopped stiffly, the suona stopped, the horns stopped shouting, and the mourners stopped crying. A dozen or so people stood there motionless like statues.

Among the passengers, there were bold people who raised their cameras and "clicked" at the funeral procession, taking random shots.

The air suddenly became quiet, and the passengers waited for the driver to negotiate with the other party, and both parties gave way by mistake.

However, after ten minutes passed, the driver in the driving seat did not respond at all.

The people in the car began to wait impatiently, urging the driver loudly to leave here.

Funerals in rural areas are somewhat unique, but in the end they are unlucky.

"Should we just stop here? Let them make way."

"What is the driver doing?"

"It's unlucky to be with the dead."

"Hello, driver? Dead? No talking?"

There was chaos in the car, only the noise of the passengers.

The person at the front endured it, stood up and stood on tiptoe to look inside the fender of the driver's seat. His eyes swept away. How could there be any driver in the empty car?
He exclaimed: "The driver is gone! I didn't see him go down!" The car had never opened the door when it was parked here.

"The driver is missing, what nonsense, who is driving if the driver is not here?"

"That's right, how could it not be seen?"

Several people in the front seat got up one after another, wanting to prove that what the man said was a lie.

However, just as they stood up, the radio that had been quiet for several hours suddenly heard a whistling electric sound.

A few seconds later, the familiar voice of the female radio echoed in the car, and the voice was played very loudly, as if afraid that no one would hear it.

"Welcome all players to the survival horror game. The level of this game is S-level. Please arrive at Lianghong Hotel, the official game location within two days. You cannot exit the preliminaries. The survival horror game will officially start in two days.

Players who do not arrive at Lianghong Hotel will be eliminated. Please take the game seriously.

The game preliminaries will officially start in three seconds. There are currently 28 players in the game. I wish you a happy game. "

"What the hell? What do you mean?"

"The tour group also prepared games for us?"

Lianghong Hotel was the accommodation arranged by the tour group, and there were exactly 28 passengers in the car.

At least before the end of the broadcast, the people in the car were calm and didn't have any sense of crisis.