The system asked me to save people, and he agreed with his life

The nine people whose memories were tampered with entered the house and did not move around.

Seeing Yan Jinxi carrying water for bathing, they immediately realized that if they wanted to stay, the first step was to get the recognition of the tree spirit.

A sunny-looking young man from the men's side was regarded as a representative. He smiled and said, "Beautiful lady, can I borrow your kitchen?"

"Whatever, but you have to make up for the firewood you used when the time comes."

When Yan Jinxi said this, he deliberately looked twice at Xie Chenyuan who was standing alone on the side.

When the other person's eyes swept over her, she pursed her lips shyly and said awkwardly: "You don't have to."

"Why should we have to make up for what we have used, but he doesn't?" A man who was a head shorter than Xie Chenyuan was dissatisfied.

Yan Jinxi didn't indulge him, and his smile disappeared: "If you were as good-looking as him, you wouldn't need it, do you?"

This sentence choked everyone.

Can't find any point to refute.

Yan Jinxi rolled his eyes at him and continued to look at Xie Chenyuan shyly: "What's your name? It's quite crowded for five people to sleep in one room. There is a screen in my room. If you don't mind, you can squeeze in with me."

Xie Chenyuan was silent for a moment.

Logically, he should have refused.

But for some reason, I couldn't open my mouth, and I couldn't even control my head, so I nodded.

Yan Jinxi smiled brightly: "It just so happens that the water I boiled is enough for two people. I'll take a shower in the room and you can go to the bathroom next to the toilet."

Xie Chenyuan twirled his fingers and took over the task of fetching water without saying a word.

Under the complicated gazes of others, he mixed the water for Yan Jinxi, carried his own bucket, and went to the simple bathroom.

Zhou Yushu hissed, touched his face, and asked Hao Yun, who was already preparing to boil water, "I don't look bad, why can't I be treated differently?"

Hao Yun looked at him seriously: "Do you want to compete? Don't just stand there. We just agreed that I will be responsible for negotiating and lighting the fire, and you will share the work of fetching water. Don't think of shirking your responsibility."

Zhou Yushu was so angry that he rolled his eyes at him.

Among this group of people, except Xie Chenyuan, who has always been a loner but for some reason insisted on joining the hiking tour, Zhou Yushu is the most reliable one!

"You should say this to Wu Shanwu."

Wu Shanwu, who was called out, was the short man who jumped out and asked Yan Jinxi "why".

His face immediately turned dark and he wanted to argue again.

Cool sister Xia Yun didn't give him a chance: "It's getting dark. If we keep dawdling and don't take a bath and go to bed within the stipulated time, we won't be recognized by the tree spirit.

If someone is driven to the mountains, we will not plead for him."

Yan Jinxi, who was fetching water in the house, overheard this and became even more interested in the Ghost King of this ghost realm.

The script was poorly written and was revised constantly, but the final result was still to eat them.

So what is the necessity of this process?

If you simply like heavy tastes, you can find out the most feared scenes of the cleaners while tampering with their memories, and then simulate them.

However, the Ghost King did not do so. It only tampered with the memory and did not carefully explore the original memory of the cleaner.

Push back further.

Yan Jinxi overturned the speculation that the last surviving divine servant who was chosen was also food for him.

The prerequisite for becoming a servant of God is to be elected as a Holy Son or Holy Daughter.

The screening process requires the cleaners to kill each other.

This process is to let the ghosts have a big meal. Since they are going to eat anyway, why bother to leave only one person behind?

Unless otherwise intended.

Yan Jinxi waved his hands and removed the deception.

Of course she couldn't leave herself naked in this ghostland full of surveillance.

I tried to use the sleight of hand trick, but found that the power in my brain had no reaction at all. I knew immediately that this thing was only used to control memory.

This way, she would have more opportunities to make changes.

Yan Jinxi didn't expect to be the last person alive to explore the Ghost King's intentions.

No need.

As long as these people don't commit suicide and survive, it will be a good thing for the human camp.

It's almost time.

As soon as Yan Jinxi opened the door, he saw Xie Chenyuan coming out of the bathroom.

I didn't have any change of clothes, so I just wore the clothes I came in. My hair was wet and I didn't dry it.

The water droplets rolled down the cheeks and into the collarbone, sparkling and quite eye-catching.

It looked like he had just washed his hair.

Thinking this way, I asked: "Didn't you take a shower?"

Xie Chenyuan was a little embarrassed: "It's not dirty, clean it."

Although he had the tree spirit's approval and was required to bathe carefully, he still felt awkward, so after thinking it over, he followed his heart, washed his hair carefully, and scrubbed his body.

If you are not recognized, the worst that can happen is that you will be driven to the mountains.

His intuition told him that no matter what the result was, it would not be a good thing.

Being obedient doesn't seem to be his style.

As soon as I thought of this, the feeling of something wrong in my heart disappeared without a trace, and the embarrassment became justified.

He took over the job of pouring water, helped Yan Jinxi finish the job, then followed her into the house.

Once the door was closed, the group of people who were quietly watching the fun were blocked out.

"Don't mention it. Just looking at their looks, these two are quite a match." Hao Yunmeng suddenly said.

Wu Shanwu couldn't hold back his words and continued, "Is it useful? We are recognized as the Son and Daughter of God, and we are not allowed to talk about love.

If you break the rules and make the gods unhappy, you won’t know how you died.”

The other people all agreed with this statement.

He no longer paid attention to the two people inside the door, but discussed who would go first and who would go second, to ensure that everything could be done before dark.

Inside the room, Xie Chenyuan saw the screen that Yan Jinxi had mentioned.

It's made of bamboo, thin and transparent, long and wide enough to cover the bed, but it doesn't make much difference whether it covers the bed or not...

The room is bigger than the next door. If you move the table outside the screen, there is enough space to sleep on the floor and turn over. It is better than squeezing together with four other people.

Xie Chenyuan didn't dare to look over there behind the screen, for fear of seeing something he shouldn't see.

Yan Jinxi came out carrying the bedding from the closet: "Do you want me to help you, or do it yourself?"

"Thank you, I'll do it myself."

"You're welcome." Yan Jinxi smiled, "By the way, I haven't asked your name yet. Let me introduce myself. My name is Yan Jinxi."

Xie Chenyuan didn't ask which three words they were, the corresponding words automatically popped up in his mind, as if he was familiar with them to the core.

"Xie Chenyuan." He responded in a low voice, trying to ignore the impact that Yan Jinxi's face and the name had on him.

-·-

"Huh? You're a little out of control."

A fair-faced young man, who wore mourning clothes folded like a rice dumpling, opened his eyes.

The eyes were pitch black, without any whites, and looked eerie and scary.

He looked down in the direction of the village.

Black energy surged in his eyes, passing through the house and falling on the people inside.

'Gulung'

He couldn't help swallowing and sighed sadly, "I was still free before I became a ghost king. I could eat whatever I wanted. It's not like now. The best delicacies are right under my nose. I can't touch them without permission."

The Powder-faced Ghost King sensed it carefully and found that there was no other problem with Xie Chenyuan's memory of the top-grade delicacy. It seemed that he was merely bewitched by Yan Jinxi's beauty.

He sneered: "Humans really don't care about time or place when they are in heat."

He just complained and ignored it.

He was afraid that if he continued watching, he would not be able to resist rushing down and swallowing the delicacies.