Fatal Game Syndrome

Xu Jin, who was standing in the room, stared at Ruan Lanzhu in amazement. Wasn't he frail and sickly? Did she remember it wrongly?

It was his Cha Cha's appearance that almost pissed her sister off to death. If she hadn't seen it with her own eyes, who would have thought that it was the same person?

"So it was you who was crying last night?"

Ling Jiushi breathed a sigh of relief, then thought of Xu Jin behind him and turned around to ask her.

"It's not me, it's not me!"

Xu Jin waved her hands repeatedly to deny, "It's my eldest sister. She died early, and she was a tearful person, so she always cries every night."

"Why don't you see any other girls?"

"We don't like to go out during the day. If I hadn't heard any noise inside, I wouldn't have come out."

"Okay!" Ling Jiushi said, "Then do you know where the door and the key are?"

"The door is on the roof of the ancestral hall, but I don't know where the key is!"

Xu Jin shrugged and told Ling Jiushi everything he knew without hiding anything.

On the roof of the ancestral hall? Isn't that where Xu Jin helped them find the door last time?

Ruan Lanzhu glanced at Ling Jiushi, held his hand and squeezed it, then looked at Xu Jin, "Thank you, it's almost time, we'll go downstairs first!"

Why do these women have such a good impression of Ling Jiushi?

After saying goodbye to Xu Jin, they rested downstairs for a while, and the tour guide appeared outside the tower on time.

On the way back, Ling Jiu, who was walking behind the crowd, looked up at the sky from time to time. The sun was setting and there was no sign of rain. From the time they left home in the morning until now, the needle rain they were worried about had never appeared. They wondered if this door had cancelled this setting.

"It looks like there's no more needle rain!"

Cheng Qianli leaned close to Ling Jiushi's ear and whispered. Ling Jiushi tilted his head to the side, "Isn't it good that there is no one? Otherwise, how would those people who have been wandering outside be alive?"

Those people had obviously formed a group. Just when they were resting downstairs, they were busy wandering around in the watchtower. Later, they were frightened by the skinning room on the roof, so they moved the battlefield and wandered outside.

"Today I have already familiarized you with the village environment. Tomorrow I will ask you to help me find the tribe leader's little daughter!"

After saying this, the tour guide turned around and left without waiting for everyone to react.

At night, Tan Zaozao went to Ling Jiushi's room with a pillow in her arms. Under Ruan Lanzhu's depressed gaze, who was unhappy but couldn't drive her away, Tan Zaozao lay down and fell asleep with peace of mind.

"That voice appeared again!"

At about the same time as last night, Xu Jin's sister started crying again. Ling Jiushi's face almost turned green. This was too disturbing!

"Go to sleep!"

Ruan Lanzhu turned over and covered his ears. He could vaguely hear some noise, but it did not affect his sleep, but it made Ling Jiushi suffer.

In the morning, Ruan Lanzhu and his friends just went downstairs and were blocked by several other people at the staircase. "Where are you going today?"

Seeing Ruan Lanzhu looking at him without saying anything, the man who asked him became uneasy at his oppressive gaze, and stammered for a long time, "Well, we plan to go to the ancestral temple, thinking that there will be safety in numbers, so..."

"So you want to join us?"

Ruan Lanzhu raised his eyebrows. He had no relationship with these people and was not so kind as to meddle in their affairs.

"Yeah!"

Several people nodded repeatedly. These people seemed to be experienced and remained calm in the face of emergencies. They were definitely masters!

"We do have to go to the ancestral temple."

After saying that, Ruan Lanzhu took Ling Jiushi and the others out the door. Hearing this, the few people looked at each other in surprise, then followed them.

"We already have five people here. If something really happens, we won't be able to handle it all and won't have time to take care of others."

Ruan Lanzhu explained to Ling Jiushi in a low voice. He knew that Ling Jiushi was soft-hearted, but he was also a person who could distinguish the importance of things.

"I know!"

Ling Jiushi touched his shoulder and smiled. He was easily soft-hearted, but he was not a kind-hearted person.

After arriving at the ancestral hall, the people following behind dispersed to look for clues. Li Dongyuan stood at the door with his hands in his pockets and looked at the ancestral hall. "If we can't look up, how can we tell our guess?"

"You can't do anything?"

Ruan Lanzhu sneered, "He's still Bai Lu's boss!"

Li Dongyuan rolled his eyes. He just asked casually. Isn’t it easy to find a solution?

Ling Jiushi patted Cheng Qianli on the shoulder, motioning him to follow him. The two ran to the backyard and brought out the familiar wooden ladder, but it was not high enough and was still a long way off.

"Move a few more benches!"

There are many benches in the ancestral hall, all piled up in the utility room. If you take a few more benches and stack them together with the wooden ladder, you can climb onto the roof.

When Cheng Qianli and Li Dongyuan came out carrying two stools each, several other visitors who had passed by also gathered around after seeing the commotion.

"I'll go with you!"

"it is good!"

Ruan Lanzhu did not refuse. After Li Dongyuan and Cheng Qianli held the wooden ladder, the two of them climbed up one after the other.

"This rooftop..."

The roof of the ancestral hall was a flat area, clean and tidy, completely different from the bones scattered everywhere they had seen before. Ling Jiushi stood on the edge and tentatively touched the roof with his toes. It felt soft, which was consistent with their guess of the material.

“It’s empty over there!”

Ling Jiushi pointed to the area on the right. They settled here a little to the left of the ancestral hall. On the left was a clean white roof, and on the right was a black roof that looked like a tent.

"It should be that the second drumhead is not yet completed, so this place has not been sealed yet." Ruan Lanzhu said, "It seems that the door will appear only after the roof is sealed."

"That's definitely not possible!" Ling Jiushi had a headache. "And we didn't see the unfinished skin in the watchtower. Also, why did they use human skin to make the roof? Isn't it a sister drum?"

"From a distance, the entire ancestral hall does look like a big drum, so it's not surprising that the drumhead is made of human skin."

The ancestral hall is the exhibition hall they entered last time. At that time, they found that the shape of the exhibition hall looked like a drum, but the roof of the exhibition hall was not covered with human skin at that time.

"It would be great if that grandma was still alive. Maybe we could find out by asking her."

Ling Jiushi sighed. This time when he came in, the old lady grinding medicine powder in the backyard was no longer there.

"Why not just ask Xu Jin?"

Ruan Lanzhu patted his forehead and said, "Go down!"

After coming down from the roof, Li Dongyuan took Cheng Qianli to the watchtower and asked Xu Jin about the situation on the roof of the ancestral hall. Ruan Lanzhu and Ling Jiushi took Tan Zaozao to the wing room that they had not had time to enter yesterday.

"I come!"

Ling Jiushi took the hairpin from Ruan Lanzhu's hand and went to unlock the lock. Since he learned this skill, he found that Ling Jiushi was quite keen on the job of unlocking the lock.

"......"

The human skin is actually here!

But isn't it sewn yet?

After pushing open the door, a huge white human skin was hanging on the wall opposite the door, occupying the entire wall. In order to keep it off the ground, the lower part was lifted up with a bamboo pole. There was a piece missing in the lower right corner, which should be the last person missing.

"This workmanship is perfect, there is no gap at all."

Tan Zaozao, who spoke shockingly, looked inside with disgust, but the words that came out of her mouth left the two men next to her speechless.

"Aren't the needles and thread in the watchtower? There's nothing here except leather. If you haven't finished sewing it yet, why are they here?"

Ling Jiushi was puzzled.

After searching for a while, they found nothing except the human skin, and it was already noon, so they returned to their residence.

"Did you ask anything?"

After returning, Li Dongyuan and the other person had also returned and were sitting at the dining table looking at the unappetizing food.

"Xu Jin said that the ancestral temple with drum heads made of human skin can connect to heaven, and hearing the voice of the gods can bring eternal life."

It’s the same thing again!

"Since they themselves killed the girls in the village to make drumheads, why did the chief ask us to help him find people?"

Tan Zaozao rested his chin on the table and looked at Ruan Lanzhu. The other people who had passed by pricked up their ears to listen to the conversation here. These people had received much more information than them!

"Isn't there still one person missing?"

Ruan Lanzhu smiled at Tan Zaozao, "All the girls in the village have been skinned, and now we only need one more to make the second one. What do you think is his purpose in bringing us here?"

Tan Zaozao sat up straight and shuddered, "He wants to skin us alive?"

There was also a girl among the other four people who had married, and after hearing what was said here, she understood the current situation.

There are nine candidates for marriage now, including her and Tan Zaozao. The other girl is still under the protection of those three very capable people. So it is very likely that she is the one!