God does not love the world [unlimited]

The ghost of Xu Zhukong who should have died in the coffin slowly twisted his neck, his pure white eyes stared at Cheng Wuye without focus, and slowly got up, but when he retracted his gaze, he suddenly fell on Shiyu in front of the coffin.

Then, in front of the five pairs of eyes, he suddenly knelt on the ground, his eyes filled with longing and love: "Moon, you, are you here to see me? Are you finally willing to see me?"

Shi Yu: "..."

Everyone's eyes swept back and forth between them in amazement.

Sitting on the chair, Shi Yu felt her head hurt even more.

The footsteps outside suddenly increased.

Cheng Wuye made a decisive decision: "Cover the coffin!"

Taoist Master Lingshan came in from the outside, and what he saw was the scene of them surrounding the coffin: "Why are you all standing here?"

Cheng Wuye pointed at Shiyu neatly: "Let him out."

Daoist Lingshan had no doubts, but when he heard the other party turning the corner and asked about the purpose of their master and apprentice coming here, he froze uncomfortably for a second: "Didn't you say before that we are here to kill the Xu family?" the funeral of the man."

Cheng Wuye was thoughtful: "Are we familiar with their family?"

"The old man hired us, so of course we have to work hard, what does it have to do with familiarity?" Lingshan Daoist showed suspicion, "It's not the first time you have come out with me, why did you suddenly ask this question? "

Cheng Wuye met the other party's gaze, without changing his face, and said: "In the past, he would not be let to sleep in the coffin every time."

Daoist Lingshan sighed: "There is no other way, otherwise the men from the Xu family would not enter the coffin."

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The owner of the house soon came to the mourning hall, and the conversation could only be cut off temporarily.

Shi Yu unwrapped the white cloth in his hands by the sink in the back room.

Wrapping it up all night failed to completely stop the bleeding. The blood stain on the wound was still fresh, and the surrounding area had already suppurated.

He turned on the faucet, rinsed off the dust with no expression on it, and bandaged it again, as if the person whose hands were about to rot was not him at all.

A high coffin shed has been set up in the open space outside, and white flags and white balloons are paved along the field ridge.

Leaving other things aside, the village in the mountains and fields has only such a large space, and this family can still engage in such a big battle, obviously the family is not bad.

The players who returned to their residence last night came back as helpers, and they were all arranged to go to the kitchen at this moment.

Shi Yu stood at the door of the kitchen and took a look, only to find that there were only three people.

The player surnamed Liu who asked the question yesterday is gone.

"Where's Uncle Liu?" Cheng Wuye didn't know when he appeared next to him, and glanced at the three people in the kitchen, "Didn't you see him?"

One of the thin helpers said "ah": "I don't know, I rushed over as soon as I woke up, and then I saw the two of them."

The overweight one tensed up and didn't speak.

The rest of Lu Nan felt the gaze on him, and quickly shook his head.

Cheng Wuye frowned slightly, pondered for a moment, then turned around to find that Shi Yu had already left.

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Shi Yu was stopped by Cheng Wuye before returning to the main house, and the three players who were called away along with him were the three players who guarded the coffin.

Until she was dragged back to the kitchen, Shi Yu didn't understand why they had to drag her for a meeting.

Cheng Wuye closed the kitchen door, and was the first to speak in front of everyone's eyes: "Uncle Liu is probably gone."

The sound of cooking was instantly quiet.

"This village is too big to be searched by one person. If we want to get out alive, we can only cooperate." This is his second sentence.

The old players didn't make a sound. After a while, it was the skinny newcomer who asked, "Alive, go out?"

"Otherwise? You just stayed here for one night, do you really think this is your own home?" Cheng Wuye raised his eyelids, "This is not real, the real world is outside, your parents, brothers and sisters, Relatives, friends, colleagues and classmates are all outside; your home, your work, your studies, everything you are familiar with, the comfortable life of sleeping, reading novels, playing games and blowing the air conditioner are still there, people who are gone It’s you. If you want to get it back, you can, as long as you can get out. The premise is that you find a way to survive.”

The overweight helper opened his eyes slightly.

Lu Nan's hand holding the kitchen knife shook violently, and he could hardly hold the handle: "...Really?"

Shi Yu sat down on the wooden chair, looked at the fire with a flat gaze, and heard the other party continue: "You have seen the system before you came in, have you read the game prompts?"

This game is called "White Deer" and there are ten players.

Mission unknown.

Background unknown.

How to win is unknown.

According to Cheng Wuye, the games in "God's Domain" for the next nine days are all in this mode. Except for throwing people to one place, all the rest of the information needs to be explored by oneself, which is very rogue.

Lu Nan captured the key words: "Next nine days? Is there still an upper nine days?"

Cheng Wuye didn't deny it: "If you accumulate enough points for the next nine days, you can enter the last nine days. As for the above, you don't need to know for the time being."

Lu Nan: "Why?"

Cheng Wuye: "Can you live to that time?"

Lu Nan: "..."

What Shi Yu thought was not this.

The next nine days, the upper nine days, add up to eighteen days. This number can easily remind people of the eighteen levels of hell.

But this place is called "Divine Domain".

And Cheng Wuye mentioned last night that the number of old and new players in the game at the beginning of each month in the next nine days is one to one. Since he is also in the next nine days, why does he know the existence of the last nine days?

Even if this is the information advantage of the old over the newcomers, the tone of "you don't need to know what the above is like" just now seems to know the above very well.

The game name "White Deer", which has nothing to do with the village's funeral, is the only clear clue that everyone can reach. According to the old man, each game name is the core of the current game, and its connection with customs clearance is similar to The connection between the title of a famous book or the title of a movie and the whole work.

...It's a pity that they are all the same esoteric and incomprehensible, as if the creator would die if he named his work if it was straightforward.

Other than that, the only recourse is the playing field they are on, and all humans or non-humans in the current field.

Lu Nan was terrified when he heard it: "Not human?"

Cheng Wuye was expressionless: "Who knows if those outside are real people."

In the absence of any prompts, collecting clues has become the top priority.

The three helpers couldn't leave because they had work to do, so the matter could only fall to a few old people and Shi Yu.

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The rain outside stopped early in the morning.

In the main hall where the Lingtai was placed, there was half a room full of white cloth, and the coffin in the center was a little dark red.

Funerals in rural areas are elaborate, long-lasting, and cumbersome.The guests who came to express their condolences lined up outside, bowing and bowing one by one.

The owner of the house is wrapped in a white cloth, kneels on the futon with his back to the coffin, and pays respects to the guests.

Shi Yu stood by the door and watched for a while, when suddenly someone tugged at the corner of his clothes and looked down.

It was a boy just up to his waist height, with two clusters of plateau red on his face, and his smile was as bright as a painting.

Shi Yu subconsciously took a step back, leaning her back against the wall, and tore off her clothes.

...I can't get it back.

The boy grabbed the hem of his clothes and leaned in front of him, with a crisp voice: "Brother, I lost something, can you help me find it?"

The other party didn't know if he had just rolled in the grass, and he had a strong plant smell on his body.

Shi Yu was silent for a few seconds before saying, "No."

In an instant, the boy's face was twisted into an extremely ferocious face, and he disappeared quickly. He hugged him directly with both hands, with a sweet smile on his face: "My sister is lost, can you help me find it?"

[...? ? 】

[What's wrong with losing my sister? 】

【Ahhh, that face-changing just now scared me, promise him quickly or he will definitely die! 】

【Are you serious before?If the ghost really agreed to the request, I'm afraid he would die sooner. 】

Shi Yu clenched her fingertips: "Stay away from me."

"What if the big brother broke his promise and ran away?" The boy whispered with dimples on his cheeks, "Are you afraid of me?"

"No." Shi Yu said, "Your smell is too bad."

"..."

In the end, it changed from hugging to grabbing the corner of the clothes.

The boy looks small, but his strength is not small, and the movements of pulling people are very skillful.

It is impossible for Shi Yu to take off her clothes here, so she can only let him drag her: "Who is your sister?"

The boy blinked: "Her name is Guan Yueyue."

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"That girl's name is Guan Yueyue." The woman said.

Half an hour ago, several people separated outside the kitchen.Cheng Wuye inquired all the way, and came directly to the house where the missing old Liu lived.

Cheng Wuye didn't go in, and in fact he didn't need to go in, because Lao Liu's body was lying across the gate of the courtyard, and he could be seen at a glance.

This time it was not as bloody as before outside the kitchen. If the other party hadn't been facing up, his face blue, his eyes not blinking for a long time and his chest not heaving, he would have thought that the other party had slept outside.

After Cheng Wuye confirmed that the other party was dead, he didn't care much, and went to the next door.

The next door was a middle-aged woman with tied hair. When she came out, she was holding a spatula, and said that she would make two dishes and send them to the funeral family at the foot of the mountain.

The Xu family is the one who will do the funeral here. With this, it is very easy to start a topic.

Cheng Wuye still remembered the moment when Xu Zhukong's ghost saw Shi Yu in the morning, the admiration in his eyes was so strong that it almost overflowed. He deliberately asked about the girl he was close to or liked, and then got the answer from the woman above.

The woman said: "Yueyue is a very beautiful little girl. We have never seen anyone as beautiful as her in our village. It's a pity that she died so early."

Cheng Wuye's heart trembled.

Guan Yueyue, little moon?

He lowered his gaze: "She...is dead?"

"That's right, they come from a big city outside. There is only one girl in every family, and she has a good personality, so why is her fate so bad?" The woman still remembers the dishes in the pot, seeing his appearance, "Hey", "What's the matter with you?"

"I... I'm sorry." Cheng Wuye's voice broke off, the hair on his forehead blocked his eyes, and his shoulders trembled slightly, "Moon...is my sister."

The woman was stunned: "Are you her brother? Are you here to find her?"

"I didn't expect that she would... If I had come here sooner..." His final voice was trembling, as if he was suppressing extreme despair and sadness, "Will she not... all because of me..."

The woman hurriedly said, "Young man, don't be like this. Yue Yue fell off the cliff and walked away. What's the use of coming earlier? None of us thought about it, right? That kid from the Xu family almost jumped off the cliff and pulled him back to find her. If you are crazy, don't be too twisted!"

[...too beautiful. 】

[My brother Wu is really yyds! 】

[Cub mother is proud of your acting skills! 】

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It was already noon when I came back, and there was a large running water table in the coffin shed in the yard. The worship was finally over, and the tables were filled with guests who knew each other.

There were two speakers outside the house, and the owner stood on the cement with a microphone and spoke condolences.

All eyes were on the owner of the house, but the mourning hall became empty instead.

Shi Yu didn't ask for directions, and went directly to the deceased's room.

When passing the corridor, I heard other people gathered in the living room talking at some point: "Why do you have to talk so much with a group of newcomers?"

This is the voice of the ordinary man.

"I'm happy, can you control it?"

This is Cheng Wuye's voice.

"They are inexperienced, and if they can't help, they will only slow them down. Don't you know how to use them in the next nine days? You insist on telling them that they can go back, and you take over the task of finding clues to let them work, so the Holy Mother Why doesn't the heart save the world?"

This is that woman.

"Brother, you have a good heart, but those newcomers may not believe you,"

This is the hesitant Fang Chen.

"Newcomers?" Cheng Wuye sneered, "You are the only ones who are smart, have you never been newcomers? You are old people when you come in? How old was the old man who met you back then, so she didn't push you out as a pathfinder to let you live until Now?"

The faces of the others turned blue.

Cheng Wuye was too lazy to argue with them, turned around and left the living room, and met Shi Yu who happened to pass by the corridor as soon as he went out.

Shi Yu is also a newcomer.

Cheng Wuye paused and said, "Don't listen to them."

Shi Yu didn't say he believed it or said he didn't believe it, but just nodded to show that he heard it, and passed him by.

Cheng Wuye turned his head: "I am different from them."

Shi Yu thought, it is different.

Good hearted?

If he was really kind, how could his first reaction when he saw the player’s body yesterday was to look for witnesses; if he was really kind, how could he only leave a plausible reminder last night; When he saw the blood on his hands, the first sentence was not asking what happened, but who did it—obviously, the focus was not on how he was injured, but what the source of danger was.

The heart is so good that I don't see it.

The scheming is true.

Of course it's different from others.