Non-Pro Vase [Unlimited Stream]

The night was sinking, and the mountain wind was blowing cold, as if soaked in a layer of wind and frost.

After a long time, a two-story tile-roofed house with lights on appeared in front of my eyes, and the whole picture could not be seen clearly through a layer of thick white mist.

The young man stopped suddenly in front of the door, and looked at the crowd in horror: "The village chief's house is here, you go in."

Before he finished speaking, he hastily turned his back and walked away, finally disappearing into the mist.

"Why are you in such a hurry?" Meng Zhou looked at the darkness with a big heart, "We are not as anxious as an NPC to run for our lives in the next three days."

Gu Huai said softly, "He's not in a hurry."

Meng Zhou was taken aback for a moment, and looked over suspiciously: "Huh?"

"He should be afraid of the things here." Gu Huai raised his eyelids and looked straight at the tile-roofed house in front of him.

As soon as the words came out, everyone took a serious look at the house in front of them. It was really strange that there were dim and uncertain candles lit in the darkness.

Everyone stood in place silently, no one wanted to knock on the door, and when the cold wind blew, they shivered.

Tuk Tuk Tuk.

The door was knocked.

"Fuck! Who—" Meng Zhou tilted his head when he saw it, but he just withdrew his hand.

Shi Buyan looked at him innocently: "The man just said he wanted us to knock on the door."

After finishing speaking, he glanced at Gu Huai, meaning "I really only knocked on the door because of what that person said."

Before Gu Huai could speak, he heard footsteps coming from the door.

Everyone held their breath and looked at the door together with breathless concentration.

crunch--

The rusty iron bars connecting the wooden door made a harsh sound, like a tire slamming on the brakes.

A face protruded from the door, very familiar.

"Hu bandit?" Zhao Huanhuan asked in surprise.

Bandit Hu was not as high-spirited as he met during the day. Instead, his face was ashen, and he said with relief: "You are finally here, come in."

Gu Huai stood in front of the door without moving, and asked calmly, "Didn't you go to Xiufang's house?"

"This is Xiufang's house." Bandit Hu said, "Come in first, it won't start until everyone is here."

Everyone walked in with doubts.

Before entering the door, Shi Buyan leaned against Gu Huai and looked at the road shrouded in darkness behind him, without moving for a long time.

"Don't say anything, what did you see?" Gu Huai glanced over there suspiciously, but there was nothing.

"No." Shi Buyan raised his eyelids to look at the sky, and said softly, "I just think it's going to rain."

Gu Huai knew that his heart would be particularly uncomfortable on cloudy and rainy days, so he let him stick to his body, and the two entered the house together.

[Washing hands excitedly, finally going into the main plot! 】

[Follow and don't get lost, the beautiful anchor and his green tea boyfriend will take you to enjoy a different copy of the horror game]

[The vase has survived until now, and I think there is hope for my dream of being resurrected from the dead]

[Seeing now, Vase is calmer than a normal newcomer, and has a stronger psychological quality, but it has stopped here. He has been looking for death, which is meaningless, and there is a high probability that he will not be able to escape / Light a cigarette]

……

There were four people sitting in the room, including Hu Bandit, the man with glasses, the high school girl and the middle-aged wealthy businessman who had followed him during the day.

It seemed that they were much calmer than when they met during the day, and they were all sitting together quietly at the moment, and they didn't say a word when they came in.

Everyone looked at each other in dismay, and before they could break the silence, they heard the sound of chopping vegetables from the door behind the curtain on the left.

"Is there anyone else?" Zhao Huanhuan frowned and asked.

Bandit Hu suppressed his voice, "The village head here said he was going to cook for us, but he hasn't come out since daytime. He is probably waiting for you."

Meng Zhou mumbled, "I'm afraid it's not a banquet for Manchurians..."

Before the words were spoken, the curtain was raised.

A middle-aged man in his 50s appeared in front of him, wrapped in a torn padded coat, staggered out with a plate in his hand.

Everyone looked at the pig's head that had been on the plate for an unknown period of time, with green mold spots everywhere, and maggots crawling in and out of their eye sockets.

Meng Zhou gulped.

Zhao Huanhuan looked over silently and made eye contact: Good guy, do you even have an appetite?

Meng Zhou frowned: I was scared.

Everyone looked at him with chills, and dared not speak out of disgust.

The village head slowly swept around the house, put the plate on the table, and muttered to himself: "It seems that there is not enough food."

As he spoke, he scratched his neck twice as if scratching an itch.

Gu Huai looked at his movements and didn't care.

Zhao Huanhuan hurriedly said, "We're not hungry, we don't need to eat."

The village head turned around slowly, his gaze rested on her for a while, and then he said, "Only when you are full can you have the energy to work. You can do it if you don't eat it, and you can do it if you don't eat it..."

He said two consecutive words, "What can I do if I don't eat?", I couldn't even look at it.

Everyone stayed in the house in despair, not daring to move.

"Let me cook." Gu Huai suddenly picked up the plate from the table, and said thoughtfully, "You are too slow to cook, I will cook, and I can help you do the work when everyone is full."

The village chief lowered his eyes and rubbed his callused hands for a moment, as if thinking about what he said.

After a long time, he slowly turned his eyes to Gu Huai's face, and nodded: "Okay, come on, work when you are full, work when you are full..."

As he spoke, he staggered to the wooden chair in the corner and sat down slowly, closing his eyes, as if falling asleep.

Everyone looked at each other, and Meng Zhou asked, "Are you okay?"

Shi Buyan glanced at him, and replied softly: "Of course, my husband's cooking is delicious."

Everyone's expressions were a little complicated: "..."

After waiting for about half an hour, a strong salty smell wafted from the hut behind the curtain, making people look up.

To be honest, even if I had a meal before entering the game, the day's fear and anxiety were gone, and everyone was hungry now.

Gu Huai came out with a pot of soup, and followed behind him without saying a word, holding four bowls, three pairs of chopsticks, and a spoon in his hands.

Everyone gathered in front of the table, and there was a pot of bacon and big bone soup with a layer of yellowish fat floating on the surface, which made people feel salivary and appetite.

[Brother Meng, this and that, am I the only one who misses the food in the world? /to finger]

[The vase is simply an all-round boyfriend! ! !Mu, green tea is too lucky]

[Don't be too happy, the matchmaker will come soon, and the vase may not be able to survive]

……

Zhao Huanhuan and Meng Zhou took the bowls from Shibuyan and sat at the table. Shibuyan filled two bowls for Gu Huai and himself and started to drink.

Bandit Hu froze, and asked with a livid face, "Where are our bowls and chopsticks?"

Shi Buyan gouged him out, and said angrily, "It's inside, I won't take it by myself."

Bandit Hu gave him a hard look, but said nothing, "eating people with short hands and soft mouths", went in and took four more bowls out.

Everyone sat around the table and drank soup.

thump.

thump.

The wooden door slammed twice, it didn't look like it was knocked by human hands, but it seemed that something tapped lightly twice with long and pointed nails.

Everyone stopped their movements abruptly and looked over in unison.

thump.

thump.

The thing outside the door knocked twice more.

"Who is it..." The high school girl murmured with a pale face, and stopped talking.

In this game, 8 living people are here, and who else is outside the door except ghosts...?