Thriller game? She is just a weak woman

The old man in the shroud was half squatting, covering his stomach with his hands, his face twisted, and his brows furrowed, as if he was suffering from unspeakable pain.

"vomit--"

A pool of unknown black liquid came out of his mouth and bubbled on the floor.

An unpleasant smell spread in the air.

"Young lady is so awesome, you took care of Old Man Shroud so easily!" Player Qu Junhao forced a smile on his face and said in a good voice, "What should we do next? Kill him or take him back?"

He originally had resentment towards Yan He who arrived late. If Yan He had come a few seconds earlier, he wouldn't have to lose a life-saving item.

Just when he was about to get angry and blame her, he saw Yan He's smooth operation to control the old man in shroud and easily resolve the crisis.

There are also ice skills, prop guns, and chainsaws. At first glance, he is not an ordinary player. How can he be offended?

Instead of making a big fuss, it's better to hug the thighs.

Yan He didn't answer, his eyes fixed on the pool of unknown black liquid on the floor.

There is an area in the liquid that is obviously different from its surroundings, and there must be something underneath.

But it was so dirty that she didn't want to touch it.

Jiang Yuan and Qu Junhao also saw this.

Qu Junhao, who wanted to hug his thigh, suddenly had an idea and was one step ahead of Jiang Yuan. He took out a glove from the toolbar and reached out to fumble in the liquid.

"Found it!" Qu Junhao looked happy and took out a black note from the liquid.

He wiped the note clean on the sheets and handed it to Yan He.

There were already some gaps in the gloves, which were obviously damaged by the black liquid.

"Be careful, these liquids are corrosive," he warned.

Although there is no liquid on the note, it has been soaked for so long that most of the area on it is black, and you can barely read a few words.

[...Midnight...canteen...roasted sweet potatoes...give them to me...]

Jiang Yuan came over and guessed: "This should also be a note with numbers, key information."

Qu Junhao: "Is it possible that roasting sweet potatoes in the cafeteria will trigger an incident?"

Jiang Yuan: "It's worth a try."

"Wait." Yan He held the note and used [Cleaning Technique]. The black area on the note disappeared instantly, and a complete sentence appeared.

[3. Made, why don’t I just bake sweet potatoes quietly on the second floor of the cafeteria in the middle of the night? Why don’t Cuihua give me a hammer? ill. 】

"Holy shit, is that really like this? I was almost deceived! In fact, you can't bake sweet potatoes! Sister Yan He is so awesome!" Qu Junhao exclaimed, and unknowingly, his name for Yan He had changed. Became a sister.

Although he is several years older than Yan He.

"I didn't expect you to exchange it for Cleansing Technique." Jiang Yuan was also surprised. Although [Cleaning Technique] is cheaper than other skills, it is not very practical, so generally no player will be willing to redeem it.

After sighing, he changed the topic: "Cuihua is a key character and has never appeared. We probably really need to lure her out to get some key information."

"Indeed, you can discuss it in the chat area. It's getting late, so I'll go back first." Yan He left with the old man in shroud.

Since the shroud changed into normal clothes, the old man in shroud has been very well-behaved, not noisy or making any noise, and allowed Yan He to grab his arm and lead him away.

Compared to the bright lights in the dormitory and the entertainment center, the cemetery isolated by the woods is completely dark.

The cemetery door has not changed, and there are still twenty minutes left in the countdown, which means the current time is 08:25.

In more than half an hour, it will be her working time.

There was no sound from the cemetery through the door, and Yan He felt vaguely that something was wrong.

The old man in the coffin was so lively when he went out, why is he so silent now?

She opened the door carefully and pulled the old man in shroud.

boom--

The door closed instantly, and several black shadows rushed towards Yan He quickly.

It's the old man in the coffin.

Rule 9: [The tomb owner will not harm the tombkeeper for no reason. 】

Some rule must have been triggered while she was out.

Yan He immediately blocked the two of them with ice blocks and kept scanning the cemetery.

The candle on the upper left went out, and the corner was dark.

This should be the reason why the old man suddenly attacked her.

【8. The candle will not go out. If it suddenly goes out, something unclean must have come in. Find it and turn it into a candle. 】

Yan He dodged the attacks of other old people and moved forward quickly.

As I got closer, I discovered that on the wall in the corner, there was an old man dressed in black squatting, eating candles with relish!

The old man is not stuck on the wall, but the person is two-dimensional, like a painting on the wall.

His hands were like burnt firewood, breaking through to the third dimension, holding the candle and sending it to the mouth on the wall.

[Weakness: Tea]

Yan He was obviously taken aback when he saw the weakness.

Isn't this the weakness of Old Man Shroud?

Taking a closer look at the old man's clothes, he saw black long sleeves and black trousers. Could this also be a shroud?

There is a rumor among the people.

Black and white impermanence will think that black and white are the same kind and will not be brought back to the underworld, causing the souls of the deceased to wander in the world and become lonely ghosts.

Therefore, it is rare to see people wearing black and white shrouds for the dead.

This is also the reason why Yan He didn't notice that it was a shroud.

Yan He took out [Fine Tea] from his pocket and poured the tea on the concave surface of the candle.

The old man in the black shroud was two-dimensional. She couldn't pour it directly into her mouth, she could only let the old man drink it indirectly.

She created ice walls to directly isolate the rampaging old man.

According to the rules, each ice wall can only block for one second, so she relies on numbers to win.

The old man in black shroud did not give up eating candles because of Yan He's actions. Instead, his eyes lit up and he started eating more actively.

The old man's figure was blurry, like a watercolor painting that had been soaked in water and deformed. His stick-like arms suddenly retracted and merged with his body.

After twisting for a few seconds, the old man in black shroud turned into a cylindrical shape.

puff--

A black flame suddenly lit up at the top.

Like the shadow of a candle illuminated by bright light.

As the flames were produced, a quarter of the cemetery suddenly became brighter. The old people who attacked the ice wall immediately lost their murderous intent, looked around blankly, and returned to their coffins.

Unexpected black candle.

The rules only mention red and white, but do not say how to deal with black candles.

But looking at the actions of other elderly people, they are generally good.

Yan He took out the work card and read it again, and found that there was an extra line at the end.

【11. If you do a good job, the candle will be upgraded to a black candle. The black candle will illuminate a quarter of your working range, within which you are absolutely safe. 】

"You have such good tea, why didn't you give it to me just now?" The first old man in shrouds stared directly at Yan He, his eyes full of hatred and coldness, "Answer me! Why are you pretending to be dead?"

His nails suddenly grew longer and he rushed towards Yan He.

Yan He turned his back to him at this time and did not look back.

Today's old people in shrouds are no different from ordinary old people without wearing shrouds, so they should be treated the same as the old people in the cemetery.

That is to say, pretend not to hear what they say.

Within the range of the black candle, she was absolutely safe, and there was no need to worry about the old man in shroud attacking her.

Yan He took the card back and waited for the old man in shroud to approach.