I picked up a boyfriend in the infinite game

There were eight pairs of bowls and chopsticks in total, but only seven people were sitting there, and there was an empty seat next to Song Guicheng.

While others picked up their chopsticks and started to eat heartily, he was full of doubts and carefully only picked up the white tofu to eat.

"Xiao Song, what are you doing? Why aren't you eating?" the village chief asked with concern, and was about to put some food into his bowl.

Song Guicheng protected the bowl with his hands and stepped aside: "I'm sorry, Village Chief, I have diarrhea these past two days and can't eat anything too oily. You guys eat, don't worry about me."

"Hey, kid," the old man who was playing cards with me just now, his last name was Fan, smacked his lips, "You're not going to play mahjong or eat meat today, what's wrong?"

The other six people put down their chopsticks and looked at him in unison. Under the candlelight, their faces were all stiff and pale.

Song Guicheng's face changed and he held the bowl tightly.

Could it be that my behavior is so different from my usual self that they noticed it?

The air became increasingly tense, and he was about to give up his bowl.

The door opened suddenly.

Li Qingtong brought the last dish, braised lion head.

Everyone's attention was immediately drawn to the white porcelain plate. The meat, both fat and lean, was bright red, the soup was thick, and the green vegetables set off the dish, creating a sharp color contrast.

The aroma is so fragrant that it whets your appetite.

Li Qingtong sat down next to Song Guicheng, and all eight people were at the table.

His eyes were involuntarily attracted to the braised lion's head in the middle. He swallowed his saliva, but still restrained himself and just ate his boiled tofu in silence.

Song Guicheng: As long as there is meat in your heart, everything you eat is meat.

...Bullshit!

The fragrance kept penetrating into his lungs through the air, tempting him to take a bite, but no one knew whether it was a delicacy or a deadly poison.

He quickly put down his chopsticks, said, "I'm full, everyone take your time eating," and then rushed out of the room.

"Have you finished eating?" The young man in charge of cutting the candles saw Song Guicheng running out and grabbed him.

Song Guicheng nodded, and the young man put the scissors on the table into his hands: "Help me cut the candle for a while, I need to go to the toilet, it's too late. You must not let the candle go out, understand? You must not. If it goes out, call for help!"

Without waiting for his response, the young man ran away and disappeared.

There was still some warmth on the scissors, probably because they had been held in the hands of the young man just now.

Song Guicheng looked at the white candles on the altar, which were placed at both ends of the portrait. They were more than half burned, and the candlesticks were full of burnt wax.

As a candle burns for a long time, the wick will become longer and more prone to splitting, and the excess wick needs to be cut off to maintain bright lighting.

But this is a relatively long process and does not require people to keep an eye on it all the time.

He squatted down and moved closer to the candle. The candlelight danced on his face, illuminating his soft profile.

Only then did Song Guicheng realize that the candle did not burn quickly, but the wick was easily split, and it could go out if one was not careful.

So he stretched out the scissors in his hand and gently cut off a small section of the forked wick. The candlelight flickered and became brighter.

The paper money in the brazier behind him was almost burned out, so he grabbed a handful of paper money from the corner and sprinkled it in. When he bent down to put the paper money in, he suddenly saw something painted on the coffin next to him.

The light was too dim to see clearly, so he moved closer. Before he could see clearly, he smelled a fishy and smelly odor, but he couldn't tell what it was.

The smell made him feel very bad. After hesitating for a while, he decided to come back tomorrow during the day.

A new group of people were eating, and the young man who had just gone to the toilet had not returned yet, so Song Guicheng had no choice but to stay here.

Gradually, the scissors became warm from his grip.

It was really terrifying and offensive to keep facing someone's portrait, so he sat at the place where he entered the copy at the beginning, and stood up to trim the flowers when he saw the candlelight dim.

After trimming the candle on the left, he went to trim the one on the right. Just as Song Guicheng turned around, a gust of wind blew from somewhere, bringing a biting chill that hit his whole body.

His heart tightened, and just as he was about to protect the candle, the light suddenly went out.

The mourning hall suddenly became dark.

He didn't do anything!

No, he did everything!!

No, he did everything he was supposed to do carefully!!!

[It’s over, the candle is out]

[As expected for a dungeon with a clearance rate of only 5%]

[It would be easier if there was a prop mall]

[Where does the prop mall come from for newcomers?]

【That is to say】

[It's hopeless. Just lie down on the ground and fix your appearance.]

……

Song Guicheng faced the girl's portrait and felt a chill all over his body. Something was lurking at him in the dark. There was a sound of paper rubbing against each other, and his scalp went numb.

"If it's out, call for help!" The words the young man left him suddenly appeared in his mind.

Call someone? Who?!

He has only been in this world for a day and doesn't know anyone!

The village chief is not a human being at all.

Although he was not completely sure, he still shouted: "Li Qingtong, the candle is out."

[Look, desperate to try any possible means]

[Li Qingtong ignored him. I live-broadcasted washing my hair upside down and eating noodles through my nostrils]

[Tsk tsk, I’m going to be eliminated]

[What a pity for such a handsome face]

[It’s okay, I’ve taken a screenshot and can make a new template for plastic surgery]

……

The audience sentenced the player to death in a few words. Song Guicheng, who was in the copy, only heard the "rustling" sound in his ears getting louder and closer.

He took a step forward and tried to run, but fear made his whole body stiff, as if he was nailed to the spot.

No, no, no, I can't die here!

He bit his tongue, raised the scissors in his hand tremblingly, and stabbed backwards.

But a slightly warm hand held my wrist and pushed me back lightly.

Then the candles were lit.

Li Qingtong's stern profile was illuminated. He held a match in his hand and lit two candles.

Song Guicheng's throat was dry, and he said with difficulty: "Thank you."

Li Qingtong glanced at him calmly and extinguished the match in his hand: "I am older than you."

He didn't react, huh? What do you mean I'm older than you?

But before he could figure it out, Li Qingtong turned and left, leaving him with only her back.

He sat down on the ground with lingering fear, breathing in oxygen in big gulps. If the candle hadn't been lit just now, he might really...

The moment Li Qingtong lit the candle, the comments were all "WTF!". The audience was in disbelief. He was actually saved? How could it be different from what they had imagined?

It attracted a large number of game guide writers to read it. After all, this was the first time that Li Qingtong rescued a player in a dungeon.

Everyone wants to seize the opportunity.

[Where is the guy who just live-broadcasted a video of washing his hair upside down and eating noodles with his nostrils? ]

[Send the live broadcast room number]

【I sponsor a washbasin】

【I sponsor a noodle】

【I sponsor an audience】

【+1】

【+1】

……

Song Guicheng escaped death, but he did not forget to check the candles again before sitting back in the small chair next to the altar.

The "rustling" sound I heard in the darkness just now was very much like the sound of paper being blown by the wind, but the paper money and paper ingots in the mourning hall could not make such a loud noise.

All that was left was... He turned his gaze to the two paper figures standing next to the coffin. They were still smiling, a stiff, joyful smile.

Song Guicheng unconsciously clenched the scissors in his hand. In addition to being afraid of fire, paper is also afraid of scissors.

He lowered his head and thought about what Li Qingtong meant by "I am older than you".

I am older than you? After thinking about it, he could only think of this one explanation.

I'm older than you, so you can't call me by my first name, or I'll ignore you. Is that what you mean?

Song Guicheng: ...childish man!

But whether it is true or not can only be verified when I see him next time.

I didn't expect that the next time would come so soon.

Song Guicheng was silently adding paper money into the brazier. The flames rolled up the dark yellow paper, burning it into ashes.

He heard that in the modern world, people in the underworld cannot receive ghost money, and they have to use paper money and paper ingots.

What a pity, I hope I can be born into a better family in the next life, he sighed.

A pair of black shoes suddenly appeared in his sight. His eyes moved up along the shoes and saw Li Qingtong holding a candlestick.

If we ignore the fact that this is a strange world, Li Qingtong has broad shoulders and a narrow waist, a standard inverted triangle, and is a real handsome man.

He quickly stood up and asked, "Brother Li, what's wrong?"

Li Qingtong really responded to him: "Come with me, it's time for you to rest."

Is that really the case? What a naive man! Song Guicheng whispered in his heart.

Li Qingtong seemed to sense something and gave him a dangerous glance. Song Guicheng immediately covered his little mouth and blinked innocently.

He didn't know if he was seeing things, but he actually caught a glimpse of the smile on Li Qingtong's lips.

He took Song Guicheng to the room where they had just eaten. The room had been cleaned up, leaving only a wooden table where they had eaten.

Li Qingtong placed the candle on the wooden table, pointed to the only wooden bed in the room and said, "You will sleep here tonight."

He knocked on the table and said slowly: "Sleep peacefully at night, the candle will not go out."

After saying this, he turned around and left without giving Song Guicheng a chance to ask questions.

The room suddenly fell silent. Song Guicheng picked up the candle and walked around the room. It was no different from what he had seen before. There was a bed, a table, and the window faced east.

Although the house was clean, it was obvious that no one had lived there for a long time. The whole house was filled with a musty smell, and one could feel a chill just by sitting inside.

The bed was made and two quilts were prepared for him, which was very thoughtful.

He walked over and closed the window. The dark night seemed like an endless stream of thick ink stitching the sky and the earth together, as if waiting for something to tear it apart.

Song Guicheng took off the short shirt he was wearing, leaving only an inner lining. He lay on the bed, staring at the ceiling above his head and fell into deep thought.

Everything here is strange and weird. Can he return to the modern world after completing this mission?

broken!

Song Guicheng woke up in shock from his dying dream.

His long-worded paper hasn’t been saved yet!

……

He suddenly wondered which was more terrifying: dying in this world or going back to rewrite his paper.

However, as he thought about it, he gradually felt sleepy and slowly fell asleep.

He was really too tired. The portrait, the paper figurine, the village chief, everything was irritating his nerves. He thought he would sleep until dawn.

But I didn't expect to be awakened by a biting sound in the middle of the night.

The sound was like a wild beast swallowing its prey, very close to him, as if... just outside the window.

Song Guicheng opened his eyes and saw the dim lights in the room. The white candles standing on the table emitted a faint light.