Quick Wear: Host, are you playing here?

Qin Han ran very fast. He had disappeared long after Hua Xia slowly climbed up the mountain. In front of them was the entrance to a mine tunnel, which extended underground in all directions. Anyone who went in without a map would most likely get lost, and even if there were no monsters, they might not be able to get out.

The sound of a pickaxe chiseling the wall could be heard faintly. After entering, I reached a slightly more spacious place and could see a group of monsters patrolling in the distance. There were people behind them blocking the way with their bodies. They were in human form and wore a uniform dark-colored outfit with their names embroidered crookedly on the cloth on their chests.

Hua Xia could clearly see the names embroidered on the chests of the two people closest to her, and realized that this was the reason why Bai Chu brought her up the mountain.

Some people's embroidered names are covered with dust and the words can no longer be seen.

On the chiseled walls around, golden stones are faintly visible. They are not entirely gold, but have a flowing surface.

The carts next to the miners were filled with these.

Combined with the wide-open doors of the entire village, it is easy to imagine that these monsters in the mountains may be the villagers who have transformed at night, and those in the mines who will not turn into monsters at night may be because they are undead, and the undead are not affected by the night.

Combined with the information obtained yesterday, these people should be the ones recorded on the list of the deceased.

Hua Xia was about to go inside, but Bai Chu suddenly reached out and held her back: "Inside, I... can't go in."

Bai Chu had already prepared for his abnormalities to be investigated, but the person in front of him did not. He calmly agreed with him and said, "Then don't go in."

No one knows whether the place for submitting the list of the deceased is stipulated to be in one's own room, but considering the rules issued by the regulator, this is very likely.

When Hua Xia and Bai Chu returned to the B&B, some of the team that had been dispersed had already returned, even Qin Han who had gone up the mountain had arrived. Everyone's eyes swept over the two people who were clean and tidy, and then looked back at their own embarrassment, the contrast was sharp.

Doubts were planted in their hearts.

“You guys…” Did you go up the mountain with them?

Qin Han's gaze swept across Hua Xia, fell on Bai Chu, and quickly moved away.

At this time, Li Antong and Du Yutong came back, also covered in mud. Li Antong looked at Hua Xia and said, "You are so clean."

Hua Xia said without hesitation: "We run fast."

The situation was chaotic at the time and everyone was only concerned with escaping for their own lives, so they didn't pay any attention to others.

"Yes, really?"

Jia Ren asked: "Why did you come back so late?"

After a short time together, everyone had almost figured out some of the situations. For example, Jia Ren, the kind of person who hoped that others would die to pave the way for him, saw that Li Antong came back late and was afraid that the other party had found some clues.

Li Antong ignored Jia Ren. Hua Xia noticed that Du Yutong's eyes were red. She said, "I'm going upstairs," and left.

Li Antong smiled awkwardly at them and chased after them.

Huang Yu, the most taciturn person in the team, came back and went upstairs without saying anything. There were eight people in the group, and one person had not returned yet, Zhang Zhong.

Jia Ren subconsciously asked, "He won't die, will he?"

But based on the experience of the few people who just escaped, as long as they don't go up the mountain, these monsters will not really attack people. The higher you go, the more aggressive the monsters you encounter.

Suddenly, he thought of another point: "Will something happen if he doesn't get back before twelve o'clock? Did he get lost in the mountains?"

At this time, the clock pointed to half past eleven, and there was still half an hour.

If you don't make it back in time, you will know the result tomorrow.

Late at night, there was a knock on the door, and the monster took out a blank piece of paper. Just like last night, Hua Xia leaned against the door, smiling, and wrote the three words "Wang Mazi" on the paper.

250 Silence: [......] The host has his own insistence...

The pair of large hands hidden under the black robe paused, and the three words "Wang Mazi" on the paper became transparent and gradually disappeared completely. The next second, a pair of strange-shaped large hands stretched out from under the black robe, dripping with disgusting liquid.

The long, dirty black nails tore the white paper into pieces. The next second, the monster's body suddenly swelled, with its head reaching the ceiling of the corridor. With a sharp roar, it stretched out its hands to grab Hua Xia.

Hua Xia looked disgusted: "Eh~"

She took out a pair of garden shears from somewhere, and the monster's claws fell to the ground the next second. They kept stretching and cutting. After a moment, Hua Xia regretted it: "..."

So disgusting...

The black piece of meat that fell to the ground moved forward and drilled into the monster's black robe, returning to its main body.

Pay it back endlessly!

However, the monster was consuming more energy, and its outstretched hand was visibly slowing down.

Hua Xia became impatient and threw the garden shears away.

250: [......] What kind of bloody scene is this where the host unilaterally beats up a monster!

Like a deflated ball, the monster shrank back to its original height, with a pair of garden shears deeply stuck on its head. The monster then produced a piece of pure white paper from somewhere, and its head hidden under the black robe turned left and right, as if looking for something.

After a moment, the monster bent down and picked up the pen that had just fallen tremblingly. His hand with long, sharp black nails held the pen tremblingly, and he wrote a name on the white paper with two strokes. Then he shook the white paper, held it in front of Hua Xia so that she could see it, and then walked to the end of the corridor without looking back.

The back view looks so miserable and pitiful.

250 screams: [......] Help!

Is this still possible? !

Is this really okay?

Hua Xia's hands were sore, but she still raised her hands and waved at the monster's back: "If you don't accept it, come to the door and fight again~"

The monster's huge and somewhat clumsy body was more flexible than ever before and it slid down the stairs. The garden shears stuck on its head hit the wall at the stairs with a bang. As the monster moved, it made a "clang clang clang" sound all the way down the stairs.

The distorted back merged into the darkness, looking indescribably funny and aggrieved.

The dark shadow blocking the door disappeared, revealing the room opposite. Bai Chu was standing outside the door, staring at this side, just like last night.

Hua Xia withdrew her hand that was yelling at the monster and coughed lightly: "What...did I disturb your sleep?"

Bai Chu lowered his eyes and shook his head.

Hua Xia followed his gaze and fell on her hands. Her fingertips and palms were red. It was obvious that she had just trimmed them with the heavy garden shears...

Before I had time to marvel at how realistic this game was, Bai Chu turned around and went back to his room. The door was not closed and it was pitch black inside. Bai Chu didn't seem to have the habit of turning on the lights, as I saw last night. After a while, his figure walked out of the darkness.

Leng Bai's bony fingers were pinching a piece of ointment as he stared at Hua Xia in silence, as if he was looking for words.

Hua Xia blinked: "For me?"

Bai Chu nodded and handed the ointment over with his bloodless palm.

Hua Xia paused, her eyes curved, and she stretched out her hand: "Will you apply it to me?"

Bai Chu did not hesitate too much. He unscrewed the lid and lowered his brows. Every move he made seemed extremely serious. When their skin touched, Bai Chu's fingers did not seem to have the temperature of a normal person. They were icy cold, as if they had just been taken out of a cold spring.

As if he had noticed the temperature difference between the two, Bai Chu paused slightly and handed the ointment forward again.

Hua Xia didn't move. In the end, the man compromised and applied it carefully.

Only her drooping eyelashes trembled slightly, like a fan.