Gamers Are Fierce

At night, Wei Linglan lay on the bed tossing and turning, listening to the crackling rain outside the window, unable to fall asleep for a long time.

She really wanted to get out of this damn place if she could,

Go far away, leaving the oppressive feeling between the eyebrows like a maggot on the tarsus behind.

It's a pity, who made her just a low-level player of Lv4.

In the mission log, a bunch of small characters are clearly visible.

[Task Type: Regular Task]

[Task Name: Singing in the Rain]

【Mission Objective: Find out the truth about the supernatural incident in Dusheng Village】

[Task time limit: 7 days]

[Task reward 1: 300 extra experience points]

[Task reward 2: 400 game currency points]

[Task Reward 3: Random Quality Skill Scroll*1]

[Punishment for mission failure: None]

Wei Linglan is a well-known painter. She should have lived a small bourgeois life, but she thinks she is just an ordinary literary young woman.

It is incomparable with that kind of genius who has all-round development of wisdom, heart, perseverance, and physical fitness.

Involved in this morbid and crazy game, you can only struggle to survive, and if you make a wrong step, you will fall into the abyss.

The task rewards are very rich, so rich that it is a bit abnormal.

Wei Linglan, who was lying on the bed, thought silently: Among all the mission forms of the killing field game, the survival mission is the most difficult, because the system thinks that even if the player is alive, it is already very difficult.

The difficulty of killing missions and puzzle-solving missions is on par, and the latter is even simpler in some cases.

Because the puzzle-solving task means that the system can pass the level by default without fierce combat methods.

The means that can be used are more diverse, and the time is relatively plentiful.

The relatively simple task requirements are in stark contrast to the generous task rewards,

This most likely means that the system believes that she will encounter life threats that match the task rewards in the process of inquiring about the truth...

Especially this evening, when she went up the mountain, she found that all the tombs of the recent deceased in Dusheng Village had been pried open.

who did it

ghost? passenger? villagers? Or... other players?

If there were really high-level players with good intentions here, Wei Linglan would definitely kneel down immediately, hugging her thighs angrily,

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Thinking about it, Wei Linglan felt pain between her brows again,

Different from the faint labor pain during this period, there was a severe tingling pain between the eyebrows at this time, as if being pricked by a needle.

This perception ability, which can predict danger in advance, not only allows her to have another hidden identity in the real world, but also helps her survive several life crises safely.

Something is approaching this house belonging to the villager Lu He...

Wei Linglan glanced at Tian Yourong and Song Zhen who were sleeping soundly on the bed in the distance, took a deep breath, lifted the quilt, and stood barefoot on the bedroom floor.

In the past seven months, people in Dusheng Village have been dying, but those who died were all local villagers.

Shi Derong was the only one who died last night, and the three college students in the door were not harmed at all.

Maybe, as long as you don't overreact, you won't be attacked... right?

Boom, boom, boom.

The sound of pounding on the wall came from outside, as if someone was hitting the wall with a fist.

Wei Linglan immediately lay back on the bed quietly,

Take out a small hand crossbow painted green and highly poisonous from the backpack column, prop up one foot, and place the hand crossbow on the left side of the body, just enough to be blocked by the quilt.

The sound of pounding the wall didn't stop, Wei Linglan kept breathing evenly, staring at the bedroom door with his sleepy eyes all the time.

Cluck cluck cluck...

There was a sob from the throat outside the door,

With the light of thunder and lightning that occasionally flashed outside the window, Wei Linglan could clearly see a dark and skinny hand protruding in from under the bedroom door.

The palm was too thin, the dry skin was tightly attached to the bones, and the blood vessels were compressed by the skin, which looked like stripes and gullies on the scorched bark.

Wei Linglan held her breath for an instant, the center of her brows was about to burst open as if someone had drilled them wildly with an electric drill, and every organ in her body was screaming crazily, screaming in terror.

Her body wanted to pull the trigger of the crossbow, but the remaining rationality resisted this impulse again and again.

Dong dong dong, the sound of smashing the wall outside the door continued.

As if she really fell asleep, she watched the black palm stretched into the door, extending out a strangely long forearm, groping from bottom to top, and finally touched the doorknob of the bedroom.

click.

The door opened.

Outside the window, thunder flashed by, and Wei Linglan could see clearly, beside the bedroom door, there was a ghostly figure in ragged clothes crouching on all fours.

That figure was like a man, and like a beast,

The shoulder-length hair was windless and automatic, floating behind his head, swaying wantonly like seaweed soaked in water.

Behind that figure, Wei Linglan also saw the source of the sound of hitting the wall——

Lu He, an elderly villager who stayed overnight with Wei Linglan and the driver's husband and wife, was being held by the neck by an invisible force and was hanging in the air.

Like a sandbag, hit the wall with your forehead again and again.

There were many red and white bone fragments embedded in the wall, and Lu He's entire front of the head was flattened, and every time he hit it, blood and flesh fragments splashed on the ground.

Wei Linglan's heart was gripped by extreme fear, she trembled all over, watching the figure on all fours approaching slowly,

Stretch out your palm, and gently scrape your smooth calf with the rough back of your hand.

This scene has nothing to do with beauty.

The figure stretched out its hand to hold Wei Linglan's slender ankle, just when she thought the other party was going to bite it down,

Lu He's body slammed to the ground outside the door.

In the shadows outside the bedroom door, there seemed to be something standing, communicating with the crouching figure beside her in a way that Wei Linglan didn't understand at all.

After a long time, the crouching figure on all fours let go of Wei Linglan's ankle and walked out the door. Before the figure completely disappeared into the darkness, he turned his head and glanced at her silently.

Wei Linglan's body was stiff and unable to move. It was not until the first cock crow in the village in the morning that she regained control of her body.

The bedroom door was still open, and Lu He's dilapidated body was right outside the door, and on her own ankle, there was a clearly visible blue handprint.