Although I am weak, my friends are super strong

Yu Lansong was stunned for a second, he didn't expect that this was what Meng Chenzhou would say.

But Meng Chenzhou just put back his glasses, and changed into that rigorous and indifferent look again. He nodded at Yu Lansong's phone screen, and said something that Yu Lansong had been thinking about for a long time.

"Sometimes it is more important to experience it yourself than to hear it from others."

After finishing speaking, he returned the phone to him, and suddenly put his cold palm on Yu Lansong's forehead, and frowned, "It seems that there is still some fever."

Yu Lansong blinked, "Teacher, your hands are so cold."

"Body cold, it's like this all year round." Meng Chenzhou withdrew his hand and smiled briefly, "But what they said is also reasonable."

Looking at the photos is indeed very beautiful, but unfortunately he missed it unfortunately.

What's the point?Yu Lansong looked at him blankly, and it took a long time to realize that Meng Chenzhou was talking about the post he was reading just now, and he couldn't hold back any longer, he was so ashamed that the sky was smoking.

"Let's eat. I'll leave after you finish eating. I still have classes in the afternoon. I'll contact you in the evening if I need something."

Yu Lansong was very curious. This was the first time he knew that the people around him were also players of the Clearing Project, and seeing that Meng Chenzhou was so old, it didn't look like he was a new player. He had a lot of questions to ask.

But Meng Chenzhou didn't seem to like to talk about it very much, he only said one thing in the evening, he just urged Yu Lansong to eat, and told him to rest at home and not to relax in his studies when the college entrance examination was coming.

After eating, Yu Lansong sent Meng Chenzhou downstairs, watched him get into the car, and suddenly called him to a stop, "Teacher Meng, wait a moment."

Yu Lansong went to the flower shop downstairs to buy a bouquet of chamomile. When he came out, he saw Meng Chenzhou sitting here looking at his mobile phone, with downcast eyes as if he was studying some academic issue seriously.

As soon as he approached, Meng Chenzhou turned off his phone. He raised his head and looked at the bouquet in Yu Lansong's hand.

Yu Lansong handed him the flowers, "Teacher, thank you for coming to see me today, this is for you."

The small chamomile flowers are very fresh, and there are still drops of water on them. The white-orange flowers are fresh and lovely. Meng Chenzhou has no feelings for flowers, but he took them politely and said thank you.

He suddenly remembered that there was a transparent vase in his class, and there would be fresh flowers in it every day. He originally thought it was prepared by the classmates in the class, "Did you also buy the flowers in the class?"

Yu Lansong was stunned for a moment, and suddenly remembered that Meng Chenzhou had been transferred for less than a year, and he didn't know much about the situation in the class. It was the first time he saw Meng Chenzhou had something he didn't know, so he couldn't help laughing, "Yes. "

He leaned against Meng Chenzhou's car window, leaned close to him and whispered, "Mr. Meng, the wife of the owner of the flower shop downstairs in my house had a car accident a few years ago and became a vegetable. The boss opened a flower shop by himself and had to pay his daughter It is very difficult for my tuition fee and my wife’s nursing fee, so I go to buy flowers every day.”

His fever has not subsided, his face is still red, but he winked at the person cleverly, "Teacher, I only tell you this secret, keep it for me."

The kid who was whispering had a soft and beautiful face and a kind heart. Meng Chenzhou's heart softened, and his expression became softer. He nodded, "Okay."

Meng Chenzhou returned to the office, and the female teacher who was in the same office with him smiled and asked him, "What's the matter, you ran out in a hurry?"

"A student is sick, I'll go and have a look." Meng Chenzhou didn't have a vase here, so he kept the flowers in his thermos.

The female teacher was a little surprised, because Meng Chenzhou's table was very clean, with almost no debris, and everything was placed in the same direction. It can be seen that he has a slight obsessive-compulsive disorder, and this is the first time I have seen him grow flowers.

"Is this from that student?" She asked curiously.

Meng Chenzhou's eyes fell on a small piece of chamomile on the windowsill, his eyes softened a lot, and it took him a long time to answer, "Yes." Yu Lansong watched Meng Chenzhou's car drive out of the community, and yawned lazily.

Since the third year of high school, he hasn't had such a lot of free time. After going back to sleep, the fever has subsided. He called Lu Hanxiao and wanted to ask if they came out, but there was no one answering the phone.

He was a little worried, but there was nothing he could do, he could only send a few messages to Lu Hanxiao, asking them to contact him.

So far he has completed three rookie dungeons, and it is no surprise that he will enter the official dungeon next. Before that, he has ten days of rest.

After the weekly exam results came out, Meng Chenzhou saw that his face was all black, and Yu Lansong was also very guilty. He didn't dare to take the initiative to talk to him, and even walked around Meng Chenzhou, for fear that if he was upset, he would be arrested. Make up lessons.

However, his weekly test results this time were really outrageous. He did well in the other tests, but he failed in math.

Before entering the dungeon, Yu Lansong read a lot of communication posts and dungeon plot discussion posts on the forum, but couldn't find any rules, but many bigwigs shared survival secrets.

There has been no news about Lu Hanxiao and Lu Hanxun, and Yu Lansong entered the official copy alone.

[Dear player number 10000, welcome to the dungeon: Haunted House, the number of players is unknown this time, please try to find clues to clear the level. 】

Yu Lansong was a little dazed, but after reading a lot of posts, he knew that this dungeon with an unknown number of players was quite normal, so he wasn't too surprised.

It's just that the current situation is a bit strange.

Looking around, this is the ancestral hall of an old house. An old man and an old woman are sitting on the high hall, and there are many faceless NPCs beside them. At first glance, it looks a little scary.

There was a woman kneeling in the hall, she had no face, she was crying to the two elders in the hall, "Zhou Lang and I really love each other, I hope my father and mother will help us, don't let me marry into the Lin family, let me live up to my years in vain. "

The old gentleman scolded angrily, "Nonsense! You know that it is unfeminine to have an affair with someone. What's more, my Yu family and the Lin family have intersected for generations, and we have already arranged your marriage with Mr. Lin. How can I regret the marriage? You How can other families see my Yu family?"

Yu Lansong was among a group of NPCs, and saw the faceless woman raise her head. Although she had no eyes, Yu Lansong could feel that she was looking straight at him in a daze.

Yu Lansong had a bad feeling.

The woman raised her hand and pointed at Yu Lansong, "Then let my younger brother marry me for me! My younger brother must be willing to fulfill my older sister. Besides, my younger brother looks very similar to me, and no one else can tell the difference."

Yu Lansong, "..."

How did you know we look alike?

He stood silently by the side, quietly waiting for the plot to develop. According to his years of experience in watching TV dramas, the following should be the plot where the old man disagreed, forced to marry his daughter, and beat the mandarin ducks with a stick.

The old man was silent for a long time, and the old woman next to him sighed, "Oh, this is the only way to do it now, Yu'er, you can go for your sister."

Yu Lansong, "..."?

Yu Lansong looked bewildered, and saw the faceless woman crawling up to his feet, pulling his sleeves, and said in a pretentious tone, "Brother, I will wrong you."

He was so frightened that he didn't dare to move, the system prompted Ding Dong, [Please investigate the reason why the Lin family is haunted. 】

Yu Lansong was scared to death. He was most afraid of things like ghosts. This dungeon was not very friendly to him from the beginning, and now it directly forced him to follow the main line.

If he wanted to investigate the Lin family, he had to enter the Lin family first. If he wanted to enter the Lin family, he had to marry that Mr. Lin first?

Yu Lansong hesitated and asked, "Will I be beaten to death if I'm found out?"

"No brother," the woman eagerly grabbed his hand, "You and I have known Mr. Lin since childhood, we are childhood sweethearts, he will definitely not embarrass you."

"I don't think it's appropriate..."

Before Yu Lansong finished speaking, the faceless woman immediately came up to her, her facial features as flat as white paper almost stuck to him.

She laughed with a creaking sound, like the sound of an old wooden chair being squeezed, and said in a gloomy tone, "Isn't Yu'er willing to make a little sacrifice for sister's happiness?"

All the faceless NPCs beside Yu Lansong turned their heads at this moment, facing him with empty faces, like a group of paper men moving in unison.

The entire ancestral hall was silent.

Yu Lansong closed her eyes, and said quickly, "I suddenly feel that I can do it again."

"My good brother," my sister grinned happily, "you are really my good brother. I believe that Mr. Lin will not treat you badly."

"After all," she said with a smile, "Mr. Lin seems to like you more than me."

Yu Lansong, "..." He heard a hint of yin and yang and sourness from the npc's tone.

"Then it's settled," the old man poked his cane on the ground, "Yu'er, get ready, tomorrow is your sister's wedding day, don't make any mistakes."

Yu Lansong didn't dare to look at his empty face, so she lowered her head and looked at her toes and said, "Oh."

The old man scolded, "Oh what! If you want to say that you understand, hmph, you have forgotten what I usually taught you? Don't lose face to our rich Yu family when you go out!"

Yu Lansong, "..."

Can a big family do such a ridiculous thing as marrying a younger brother to a man as an older sister?

The Yu family is indeed a well-known family, with dozens of maids in the family, and the bed is big and soft, but Yu Lansong is not so hearty enough to fall asleep, after all, next to him is a faceless maid from the underworld.

In the middle of the night, when he was about to fall asleep in a daze, a group of people rushed into his room and helped him get up to change clothes and make up.

Yu Lansong opened his sleepy eyes and glanced outside the window with grilles, it was still dark.

This family is very traditional, and it is still an old-fashioned wedding. The bright red wedding dress is draped over his body. Because it was originally made for women, the belt is very tight, and his waist is only a small one.

The hair accessories originally prepared for women were no longer needed, so the maid put lipstick on him.

The original plain face was slightly painted with powder, so beautiful that people dare not look directly at it, but unfortunately no one came to appreciate it. After the faceless maid decorated him, she covered his face with a hijab.

He was supported to stand up, and his thin body was as frail as a willow branch.

There was something covering his head, and Yu Lansong couldn't see anything. Someone helped him to go outside, and his waist was twisted suddenly, and his sister warned him in a low voice, "You boy, can't you?" Don't reveal yourself."

Yu Lansong was so frightened that his hairs stood on end, he nodded frantically.

It was the first time he was sitting in a sedan chair when he was so old. He calculated silently in his heart that the journey of about half an hour was so jolting that he felt like throwing up, and finally got off the sedan chair. For some reason, there were so many people beside him, crowded. squeeze.

He tried his best to support the hijab with his hands, for fear of being squeezed out, and being recognized as an impostor, making a fool of himself.

There was only a burst of bustling people's voices, saying congratulations on the newlyweds and so on, and someone next to him stretched out his hand, and while there were so many people and no one noticed, he quickly touched his waist.

Yu Lansong blushed. He wanted to cry but was pushed around by people. He had been touched by countless people with his slender waist. He could vaguely hear a man laughing lowly and saying something very delicate.

When he walked to the front of the hall, the man who had been waiting for a long time took his hand, and the gentle man asked him in a friendly and low voice, "Why are your hands so cold, are they cold?"

Yu Lansong couldn't see anything. He guessed that Mr. Lin was holding his hand. He was afraid that he would spoil the good deed of his npc sister in the underworld, so he didn't dare to make a sound, but just shook his head.

"The auspicious time has come, we can start worshiping the hall," the master of ceremonies shouted.

"Wait a minute!" A man who was chatting and laughing with other people suddenly said, interrupting the flow of the master of ceremonies to shout.

The first task He Yi received after entering this dungeon was to sabotage the wedding and expose the fake bride's identity.

He had already mixed in the crowd and chatted with others for a long time.

It was the right time to speak at this time, and the other npcs looked at him unkindly, but he didn't care at all.

Mr. Lin has a very good temper, and he didn't care if someone interrupted the wedding. He asked softly, "Is there anything important to say to my cousin, so don't waste time and miss the auspicious time."

He Yi said with a smile, "First of all, as a cousin, I would like to congratulate my cousin for successfully embracing a beautiful woman. It's just that I heard that the bride's favorite person is not my cousin, so I found a substitute to get married early. The person next to her is probably not the bride herself."

After finishing speaking, he saw the bride tightly clenched the wedding silk in her hands, and curled her mouth in a wicked way.

Yu Lansong recognized He Yi's voice from the very beginning. When he learned that He Yi was also in this dungeon, he felt as if he had found the backbone and was very excited, but after hearing what He Yi said, he felt like falling into ice again. cave.

What circulates in my mind repeatedly is, it's over, it's over, it's over.

After He Yi finished speaking, there was an uproar in the wedding hall.

Mr. Lin was a little unhappy, "Cousin, where did you come from, I can be sure that the person standing next to me is the person I want to marry."

"You are offending my wife and me by saying that."

At such a time, He Yi's desire to perform will never end.

He pretended to sigh, "Cousin, I'm just afraid that you made a wrong payment, why don't you ask the bride to take off the head cover first, and see who she is."

Yu Lansong took a small step back. He was afraid that He Yi would rush up and tear his head off. Instead of facing such a scene, he really might as well bump his head on the pillar and pass out.

Mr. Lin thought she was afraid, and held his shoulder distressedly. He said with a serious face, "He Yi! Don't you know that the bride's hijab can only be lifted by the groom himself at night? Let so many people see it. To my wife's face, how can you save my wife's face like this?"

He Yi hooked the corner of his mouth, "It's easy to handle, why don't you let me find out, if he is Miss Yu, then I apologize, if not, wait for my cousin to decide."

He strode forward a few steps, looking down at the woman with the red hijab from above, like a cat playing with a mouse, "Don't you think so, Yu, little sister?"

He frivolously hooked the woman's red hijab with his fingers, and suddenly realized that the clothes on his upper body were being grabbed by someone. When he lowered his head, he saw a thin white hand clutching his shirt.

That well-proportioned hand is very beautiful, covered with blue veins, delicate skin, and nails are as pink and shiny as shellfish. Just looking at the hands alone, it is completely indistinguishable from male and female.

He Yi frowned unobtrusively. With this movement alone, he inexplicably sensed the uneasiness and nervousness of the person holding him.

His Adam's apple moved up and down, a thought emerged, and his heart beat fast suddenly.

Almost eager to lift off the hijab, he lowered his head, and under the red cloth, he saw a pair of watery, beautiful, cat-like eyes.

The lips were dyed red by something, and they were as full as a ripe fruit, as if the juice overflowed after one bite, it made people want to taste it, and the cheeks were dyed pink.

It's so beautiful it's almost trance-like.

Yu Lansong desperately gave He Yi a look, hoping that he would not ruin his affairs, but He Yi seemed to have not seen it, just staring at him in a daze.

Until Mr. Lin couldn't bear it and shouted, "Cousin, have you seen enough?"

He Yi put down the red hijab, and smiled apologetically, "Cousin, sister-in-law is so beautiful, I'm dumbfounded, I'm sorry."

He nodded towards everyone, "I'm so sorry, everyone, I don't know which bastard sent me the news. It seems to be fake news now. Let's continue the wedding."

He stepped aside, but his eyes were deep, staring at the bride in the red hijab, as if he wanted to stare through the hijab.

Yu Lansong's beating heart finally calmed down gradually.

After worshiping, the groom goes to reward the guests, while the bride returns to the bridal chamber and waits for the groom to return.

Ever since he knew that Lin's house was haunted, Yu Lansong always felt that the place was gloomy, and he didn't dare to take off his head cover, so he just sat by the bed in a daze, racking his brains to think about what he would do when Mr. Lin came. Explain to someone.

You can't tell people directly that your wife fell in love with another man and eloped with him. Maybe the npc will blacken him on the spot and tear him apart.

Wuwuwu, what's the matter, why does he have to bear so much by himself.

Just as he was idly breaking his fingers to count the time, the door creaked open, Mr. Lin walked into the room, and whispered to the people beside him, "Go first."

After the others retreated, only Mr. Lin and Yu Lansong were left in the room.

Mr. Lin walked to the table and drank a glass of water. He sat far away from Yu Lansong, staring at the red-haired man in a daze. After a while, he let out a long sigh.

"I'm sorry for you, Ms. Yu," Mr. Lin said apologetically, "I married you due to the pressure of my family. In fact, Mr. Lin has already cared about others."

Yu Lansong ignored him, and he just said to himself, "I grew up with you and Songsong, you must know that the person I love is Songsong, but I don't care if a man marries a man. Just praising him is bound to suffer great criticism."

He smiled wryly, "I don't want him to be talked about, but this has failed you. When the wedding period is over, I will ask you to write a letter of divorce. Let's divorce."

Yu Lansong, "..."

Nothing to say jpg.

There was too much information, he was so shocked that he couldn't close his mouth. When Mr. Lin was about to come over and lift his hijab, he hurried to hide.

Mr. Lin frowned, "Miss Yu, don't you feel uncomfortable like this? I'll take the hijab for you."

A sudden knock on the door saved the embarrassed Yu Lansong.

Mr. Lin went to open the door and shouted in surprise, "Cousin, why are you here?"

He Yi glanced into the room, seeing that the person was still wearing a red hijab, he was relieved.

He smiled and cupped his hands at Mr. Lin, "Cousin, I'm here to apologize. If I don't apologize, I really can't sleep or eat. I almost ruined your wedding banquet today."

Mr. Lin felt puzzled, but he also shook his head, and he patted He Yi's shoulder reassuringly, "It's okay, you are doing it for my own good, don't take it to heart."

He Yi nodded, "There is one more thing. Mr. Lin is in a hurry to find you. He asked me to inform you and let you go to his place now."

Mr. Lin looked hesitantly at the person who was still sitting by the bed, nodded, "Okay, I'll go right away."

Seeing the back of Mr. Lin leaving in a hurry, He Yi pushed open the door, walked in swaggeringly, and closed the door behind him.

Before Yu Lansong realized what happened, his eyes suddenly brightened, and he squinted his eyes excitedly. He looked over innocently and met He Yi's smiling eyes.

He Yi casually picked up the cane placed on the plate from the side, and lifted the red hijab. He bent down and looked at the person, and said word by word, "Meet you again, little warden."

"Your look is quite special."

Ordinary people really can't hold back the red wedding dress, but Yu Lansong's appearance is so good, the gods rewarded the whole banquet full of Han people, so beautiful that she is so beautiful, just relying on her face to suppress this beauty color.

There are still some childish soft cheeks and almond-shaped round eyes, the tails of the eyes are slightly raised, very pure, and the shiny lips have aroused a little desire. Sitting on the bedside of the big red quilt, the little face is white.

There are also hands that He Yi recognized at a glance, obediently folded together.

The sword eyebrows that fly into the temples and the pair of naughty eyes that seem to be thinking badly at any time are very distinctive.

He Yi's appearance is very handsome, among the many handsome men Yu Lansong has seen, he is one of the most handsome, but his personality is too bad.

Yu Lansong called him, "He Yi."

He was a little strange, "Are you also in this copy?"

"Huh?" He Yi's tone was pretentious, "Do you know what this means? It means that we are very destined. The last time you didn't pay back what you owed me, the system asked me to collect the debt."

"What..." Yu Lansong didn't remember what he owed He Yi.

He Yi stretched out a finger, wiped his lips vigorously, and twisted it with his fingers, "What is it?"

Yu Lansong suddenly remembered that she had been put on makeup and had lipstick on her mouth. As a straight man, she suddenly felt embarrassed, "They did it..."

He Yi sniffed it under the tip of his nose, "It smells like roses."

"What..." Yu Lansong was a little startled.

He didn't respond, He Yi raised his chin, and pressed his lips against it forcefully. The kiss was a bit sudden, and soon, he was relieved by He Yi's kiss.

He Yi exerted force, and Yu Lansong fell on the bed without his hands supporting him. He pressed up, his hot lips pressed hard on the warm and rosy two petals, and he sucked his lips repeatedly.

Rose lip balm repeatedly exchanged flavors between their mouths, and He Yi's tongue invaded the mouth, rubbing against the sensitive palate.

It couldn't stand the teasing there, and it immediately tingled unbearably, and it was still entangled with his tongue, robbing him of the body fluid that he didn't have time to swallow.

Yu Lansong was forcefully and domineeringly pressed down by the man, and there was no room for resistance at all. After a while, he was so kissed that he couldn't breathe, and began to push his shoulders with both hands, trying to make the man leave quickly.

When the two separated, they pulled out a sticky silver thread, and He Yi was stared at by his blurred eyes, and impatiently leaned forward again, like a young boy who is fascinated by his wife.

Until the man gasped and begged him in a crying voice, "No more, panting...I can't breathe anymore."

He Yi was fascinated by him.

At this moment, he really had the feeling of sneaking into the new house while the groom was away, and bullying other people's beautiful bride.

He hugged her in his arms, "I heard just now that Mr. Lin is going to divorce you. At that time, no one will dare to marry you. You can only marry me."

Yu Lansong, "..." What nonsense are you talking about.

"Will you marry me as your wife?"

"Is it comfortable for me to kiss you, is it comfortable for me to kiss you or is it comfortable for Alex to kiss you?" He Yi pinched his chin and asked endlessly.

Yu Lansong felt that He Yi was very nervous, completely different from what he had shown before, or did he change his state when he changed a dungeon?It's not at all like the previous dungeon that wanted to beat people to death.

Yu Lansong heard a woman's conversation outside the door and knew that someone was coming, so he panicked and pushed He Yi's chest with both hands, "Hurry up and go."

He Yi grabbed his hand unhappily, "You keep urging me to leave, you really want to have a bridal chamber with that Mr. Lin?"

He hugged him and refused to let go, and he kept saying, "He's not as handsome as me, so don't marry him."

Yu Lansong had never felt that He Yi was so talkative, and when he heard the footsteps getting closer, he was about to cry in fright, "You go, you go."

He Yi was not afraid of causing trouble. Seeing that Yu Lansong was really frightened, he really found a place to hide according to his wishes.

The next second, two maids pushed the door open and came in. Yu Lansong glanced at He Yi's hiding place guiltily, and suddenly realized that he was not wearing a red hijab.

Fortunately, the two still faceless maids didn't notice anything wrong. They hurried over and said anxiously, "Ma'am, go and have a look, Mr. Lin fell into the well."

"What?" Yu Lansong stood up abruptly. Although he didn't know Mr. Lin, he couldn't help being anxious when he heard the news, "Is everything okay?"

He lifted the hem of the wedding dress and followed behind the two servant girls.

The whole mansion was brightly lit, and he followed two servant girls to a remote small yard. There was a well in the yard. At this time, there were many faceless NPCs around, and a person was lying on the ground, covered with a white cloth.

The white cloth is incompatible with the mansion decorated with red wedding events everywhere, making the scene even more eerie and terrifying.

Yu Lansong's clothes were thin, and a gust of wind blew through him. He shivered and his expression was blank. Then he heard someone announce, "I've drowned, and I can't be rescued."

He didn't know how he got back into the room. The maid removed all the happy characters, and before the sheets and quilts could be changed, Yu Lansong was sleeping under the bright red quilt in her wedding dress.

He still couldn't sleep in the first half of the night, but he hadn't slept for two nights and couldn't bear it anymore, so he still fell asleep in a daze in the second half of the night.

When he woke up the next morning, as soon as he opened his eyes, he saw two faceless maids staring down at him from above, with a brisk tone, "Ma'am, you are awake, wake up quickly, go to Lin Greetings, sir."

Yu Lansong washed his face with cold water. He looked at his pale face in the bronze mirror and patted it hard twice. After regaining consciousness, he cautiously asked the servant girl, "Where is Mr. Lin?"

Everything that happened last night was like a dream.

The servant girl didn't speak for a while, but after a while, she said with a smile, "Madam, Mr. Lin is dead, didn't you see it with your own eyes last night?"

It's broad daylight outside now, but Yu Lansong feels cold from head to toe.

He nodded blankly, "Oh."

Coming out of the room, he couldn't figure it out, it was so strange, so strange.

A person who got married that day fell into a well and fell to his death. The group of people lived as usual the next day as if nothing happened. Yu Lansong didn't see any horrible scenes, but felt very scared.

If it weren't for his mission, he wouldn't be able to stay here for a moment.

Walking into the hall, he saw He Yi standing in the crowd with his arms folded, and his heart settled down.

After paying his respects, Mr. Lin calmly began to discuss Mr. Lin's funeral arrangements with other people. The funeral was half done just after the wedding, and the group of people didn't think there was anything wrong.

Not to mention that no one showed any signs of grief, as if this was just a matter of habit.

Yu Lansong didn't dare to speak, so he sat on the sidelines and listened to their arrangements. He didn't raise his head in astonishment until someone said that the newlywed wife had to keep vigil for her husband alone for seven days and seven nights.

He quickly looked at He Yi, hoping that he could speak for himself.

He Yi also thought it was very evil, he frowned, and said lazily, "Seven days and seven nights is not suitable, my cousin, this little wife is very timid, let him guard the spirit alone, what should I do if I am scared out of my wits?"

Mr. Lin snorted coldly, "How can there be a reason for a wife to be afraid of her husband? This is a rule, and there is no need to discuss it."

He Yi sneered, thinking about the rules of bullshit.

He was about to have a seizure when his eyes suddenly swept over Yu Lansong's frightened face, he paused, sighed, and backed down, "Then just stay for a day, my cousin and Mrs. Lin don't have that deep relationship yet, why not stay for seven days and seven nights?" It’s not about disturbing my cousin.”

Yu Lansong didn't want to guard for a day, but when those black and white faces turned towards him, he swallowed the words of refusal and turned into a reluctant consent.

Mr. Lin said with a relieved smile, "You are a member of our Lin family if you marry into our Lin family, and we will not treat you badly."

Walking out of the ancestral hall where they were discussing things, He Yi followed closely behind Yu Lansong, looked down at his haggard look, and pretended to ask casually, "Did you sleep well?"

Yu Lansong nodded, "I can't sleep, I'm scared."

He Yi chuckled, "But I slept well last night."

"I dreamed of you as soon as I closed my eyes," his tone was half-truthful. "It was all about you in the dream, so I slept very well. I couldn't wake up if someone called me in the morning."

Yu Lansong, "...you must be sick."

He felt that He Yi was teasing him, but he was not in the mood to make a joke at the moment, so he cursed unbearably.

It's just that he couldn't swear any harsh words, it was soft and harmless, like a kitten's paw scratching someone.

He Yi obviously didn't take it seriously. He didn't lie to Yu Lansong. After he went back last night, he was all in his mind. When he closed his eyes, he was distracted by his mother. He felt sick .

If he wasn't sick, why would he eagerly want to see him early in the morning, but refuse to say a good word when he sees him.

Seeing that he was really angry, He Yi suddenly said, "Why don't I sneak in to accompany you when you are keeping watch?"

Yu Lansong obviously paused.

The corner of He Yi's mouth could not stop rising.

Yu Lansong turned around and looked up at him pitifully, "Are you serious?"

He Yi nodded, "Of course, how could I be willing to let you guard the spirit for other men? If you want to guard it, you will guard it for me after I die."

Yu Lansong now gets ptsd whenever he hears the word death, he curled his lips unhappily, "Can you please stop talking nonsense."

Mr. Lin's funeral was rushed. Yu Lansong changed into plain white clothes, knelt on the ground, and listened to the cries of the faceless NPC next to him all day.

That night, everyone left, only Yu Lansong was left behind, facing the white mourning hall and a coffin alone.

He Yi didn't lie to him, and actually sneaked in to accompany him when everyone was gone. Two people are better than one. Yu Lansong knelt for a whole day, her knees were numb, she hadn't eaten anything, and she was weak Leaning on He Yi.

He Yi supported his head, staring at the posthumous photos on the mourning hall with great interest.

Yu Lansong was a little speechless, "You keep staring, don't be afraid."

He Yi smiled, "Don't you think it's strange? All the NPCs in this dungeon have no face so far, why only Mr. Lin has face."

Yu Lansong, "..."

He hadn't paid attention to this question yet, and he found it really strange after He Yi raised it.

He looked up. Mr. Lin's face was mediocre, but he had a gentle temperament. The black and white photos were a bit strange. He didn't dare to look at them, so he hastily looked away.

He Yi continued, "Let's make an assumption. Mr. Lin is also a player in this dungeon. Players won't die by suddenly falling into a well, or..."

He lowered his voice, "Mr. Lin is not dead at all."

I don't know if it was Yu Lansong's illusion. After He Yi said this, he felt that the mourning hall became much colder. When a gust of wind blew, the white flowers on the mourning hall were rustled, like a child's. cries.

His tone was trembling, his fingers tightly clenched He Yi's sleeve, "Just now... did the coffin move?"