I picked up a boyfriend in the infinite game

This scene is really too horrifying.

The face in the photo was black and white with a hint of blue-grey, his eyes were empty and numb, with only a faint arc at the corner of his mouth. When Song Guicheng opened his eyes again, the photo had returned to its original state.

It seemed as if everything that just happened was just his illusion.

He rubbed the cold back of his neck, moved away from the altar, and almost kicked the brazier behind him.

After breakfast, those who had been keeping vigil at night went home or rested.

Following their footsteps, Song Guicheng saw the whole picture of the village outside the mourning hall.

The village is built against the mountain, and the houses are surrounded by farmland. In late autumn, the rice has been harvested and green wheat has been planted.

There is a winding path at the entrance, which makes you seem lost at first glance. The houses in the village are scattered around, far apart.

Song Guicheng stood at the door of the Li family, looking at the layout of the village, and mentally denied the possibility of escape if something happened.

Even if he escaped from the house, there was no place to hide. What's more, he couldn't be sure that everyone living in this village was alive.

He couldn't help feeling creepy when he thought that he would have to keep vigil and be buried with some living dead for the next two days.

Is it really okay to let the dead bury the dead?

He was about to look away when a figure stumbled into his sight in the distance.

When he got closer, Song Guicheng could see clearly that it was a middle-aged man in his forties or fifties, who walked unsteadily and his limbs were out of his control.

His face was flushed and he kicked the dirt on the roadside as he walked.

He must be drunk, Song Guicheng thought, and prepared to go into the house. He really didn't like drunkards.

He had just taken two or three steps inside when a smell of alcohol came into his nostrils through the air, and he couldn't help but frown.

"Hey, who are you and what are you doing in my house?" A man's vague questioning voice came from behind.

The drunkard turned out to be Uncle Li. Song Guicheng could no longer pretend to be dead. He turned around and greeted politely, "Uncle Li, I'm here to help your family keep vigil."

"Keep vigil?" The man was stunned for a moment, "Yes, someone died in the family."

What does "Yes, someone died in the family" mean? Not only did he not feel a bit sad, he also didn't care at all. He even got drunk outside on the first night of his daughter's funeral.

Uncle Li walked over, grabbed Song Guicheng's collar and pulled him down. Song Guicheng was caught off guard and faced Uncle Li's weathered old face.

His bloated face was full of wrinkles and his features were distorted. His eyes were bloodshot and his gaze was blurred, as if he was lost in an endless sea of ​​wine.

[You old pervert, you deserve to die]

[What are you doing to our family's journey home with your dirty hands! ]

[I am not afraid of so many ghosts, I am just afraid of drunk men like this]

【I also】

[Who knows what they will do under the guise of being drunk]

[Don’t even mention girls, I’m afraid as a boy too]

【Have you read the news from the past two days?】

【I saw it】

[Sisters private me]

……

The smell of alcohol became more obvious as I got closer, mixed with cigarette smoke and the sour smell of not having a shower in a long time.

The smell made Song Guicheng feel nauseous. He said, "Uncle Li, go and have a rest," while slowly pulling the collar that was grabbing him.

Who would have thought that Uncle Li not only did not let go, but instead moved closer and closer, closed his eyes and sniffed the scent on his body, with a look of intoxication on his face.

Song Guicheng's shoulders shrank subconsciously, and just as Uncle Li's face was about to touch him, he said quickly: "Uncle Li, go and see if there is anything wrong with the candle. The candle went out for no reason last night."

Hearing this, a look of fear appeared on the man's face. He muttered something and went into the west wing to sleep.

Guessed correctly, Song Guicheng straightened his collar that had been wrinkled just now. Uncle Li was afraid that the candle would go out, or rather, he was afraid of what would appear after the candle went out.

He glanced at the two paper figures behind him. After the candle was extinguished, the paper figures would move. This might be what Uncle Li was afraid of.

He frowned suddenly. The color of the green paper man seemed a little darker than yesterday.

Even though he felt terrified by this humanoid creature, he still overcame his fear and walked forward, quickly examining it from top to bottom.

The color of the paper man is indeed darker than yesterday, as if it has been soaked in water or stained by something.

He was about to touch it, but someone patted him on the back: "What are you doing?"

Li Qingtong behind him looked down at him, his eyebrows slightly raised, his pair of black eyes unfathomable.

Song Guicheng was like a primary school student who was caught by his parents doing something bad. He immediately retracted his claws and said, "I didn't do anything."

Li Qingtong said meaningfully: "Don't get too close to these two paper figures."

"Don't get too close to these two paper figures." Is this some kind of hint? Song Guicheng bit his lower lip. The paper figures must be dangerous. This hint should be correct.

He glanced in the direction where Li Qingtong left. Even though Li Qingtong did not show any aggression towards him and looked like a normal person, he would not let down his guard easily.

No one knows what the consequences of slacking off may be.

Just now, when he approached the green paper man, he smelled a bit of dampness from him, which was the smell of water outside. But when he pretended to walk past the red paper man casually, there was no such smell.

A thoughtful look appeared on Song Guicheng's face.

He turned his head to look at the pitch-black coffin placed in the middle of the mourning hall. With the help of the light from outside, he could see clearly that there were seven nails nailed on the coffin lid!

He was a little surprised, because the coffin nails are usually nailed before the dead person is buried, and they will not be nailed shut, because it is said that if the coffin is nailed shut, the soul of the person in the coffin will be trapped in the coffin and will not be able to be reborn.

This, this is burying a daughter?

He was shocked and doubtful, looking at the portrait on the altar. The incense in the incense burner had burned out. He hesitated for a while, then went forward and added three more incense sticks.

"Thank you, Xiao Song." Aunt Li walked in from outside and came to the altar.

Her eyes were swollen from crying and her face was very pale. She reached out to touch her daughter's face, but curled her fingers in mid-air and retracted them.

Thousands of words of comfort were stuck in Song Guicheng's throat, and finally turned into just one sentence: "My condolences."

The departure of a loved one is not a sudden downpour, but a lingering dampness throughout one’s life.

It no longer rains in Song Guicheng's heart, but just like the gray sky outside, there will never be another sunny day.

Reluctantly suppressing his thoughts, he asked, "Aunt Li, I heard from the village chief that Caixia suddenly became seriously ill two days ago and died at home. What was her illness?"

Aunt Li pinched the corner of the table and turned her head to wipe the table: "We don't understand, a healthy person suddenly fell down."

"My daughter is beautiful and sensible. That damned one," she suddenly paused, then choked up, tears falling like pearls from a broken string, "Let her rest in peace tomorrow, dust to dust, earth to earth."

"Don't be my daughter in the next life." She reached out and wiped the tears from the corners of her eyes.

Song Guicheng saw that there were several purple and bloody scars on her wrists covered by sackcloth, as if she had been tied up with ropes.

Domestic violence, that was the only possibility he could think of.

An unknown anger surged in his heart, and he clenched his palms tightly until his fingertips turned white.

Aunt Li cried for a while, and finally stopped crying: "Xiao Song, come and help me make lunch later."

"Oh, okay." He agreed.

The moment Aunt Li turned around, two of the three incense sticks originally inserted in the incense burner broke at the same time.

Two short and one long!

This is very unlucky in the incense book, representing imperfection, a bad sign, and also foreshadowing a disaster.

Song Guicheng's heart tightened and he turned to look in the direction of Aunt Li. Aunt Li was kneeling on a mat, watching quietly. Her expression was very similar to that of Li Caixia in the portrait.

It seems that Li Caixia's death was not caused by a sudden illness as the villagers said, but there was another hidden story.

He thought to himself that the person who blurted out "that bastard" when Aunt Li was crying just now was probably the same person who abused Aunt Li.

He looked towards the west wing where Old Man Li was sleeping. In the Li family, Song Guicheng could not think of anyone else except himself who could have committed violence against Aunt Li and Li Caixia. He tightened his hands hanging by his side.

The morning passed quickly as Song Guicheng was lost in his thoughts, or rather, the cloudy sky made it impossible to judge the time.

In short, before we knew it, it was time to cook. Aunt Li got up from the mat and called Song Guicheng to help with cooking.

As I walked into the kitchen, I smelled cooking smoke. In the corner was an earthen stove with two pots on it. The putty-coated white walls were blackened by the smoke, as if a layer of gray filter was added.

Aunt Li led him to sit next to the firewood pile and pointed at the dried bean stems and straw next to it: "Don't add too much later, the fire will burn easily."

Song Guicheng nodded, sat on the short chair, and rubbed his trouser legs a little nervously. He had never done this kind of work before.

Fortunately, Aunt Li was there to direct him. All he had to do was control the fire so that it wouldn't be too strong or too small.

The red fire in the old stove was burning and burning, and the warm orange light was reflected in his brown eyes. His fine hair half covered his eyebrows.

[No, who knows, this kind of guy really pokes me]

[I'm squatting here with my girlfriend smiling.jpg]

[Who is this guy dating?]

[I just got a promotion and a raise, good luck, do you want to take it?]

【Contact】

【Take me one】

……

"Song Guicheng."

Li Qingtong's voice came from behind. Song Guicheng, who was picking up the bean shells scattered next to the stove, subconsciously turned around and prepared to respond.

A strong sense of crisis suddenly surged into his heart. He stopped turning around and closed his half-open mouth.

Did anyone in the village call him by his full name? Li Qingtong never called him by his name!

What's that thing called his name?!

A pair of cold hands touched his neck, causing him to shudder. The temperature around him suddenly dropped, as if he was walking naked into cold water.

His head lowered lower and lower, and he said nothing. Only his slightly trembling hands betrayed his mood at the moment.

"Song Guicheng."

Li Qingtong's voice was still ringing, low, with a cold tone, magnetic and pleasant to the ear. If he had not realized that something was wrong immediately, he would have turned back.

"Song Guicheng~" There was a hint of charm in the ending tone of the voice.

Song Guicheng:... Stop shouting, we won’t get any results!

The thing on his neck was getting heavier and his body was getting colder and colder. Seeing that the fire in the stove was about to go out, he tried to overcome the coldness and added more firewood.

A weak flame suddenly jumped up and licked the bottom of the pot happily. The weight on my neck was suddenly relieved and the coldness in my body faded away.

It turned out to be the case.

Song Guicheng folded a handful of straw and stuffed it all into the stove. The fire suddenly grew bigger and almost burned him. He even heard the "gurgling" sound of boiling water in the pot.

"Ah--" A short and strange scream was heard, and the weight on his body completely disappeared. He fell against the wall as if exhausted, his back already soaked with cold sweat.

"Xiao Song, what are you doing!"

Aunt Li, who brought firewood from outside the door, pulled Song Guicheng away, opened the lid of the pot, and saw that the bacon in the pot had almost boiled dry.

"Didn't I tell you not to make the fire too big? Fortunately the water didn't boil away..." Aunt Li muttered to herself as she took the bacon out of the pot.

Song Guicheng finally recovered from the shock and stood up with the help of the wall: "Sorry, Aunt Li, I was distracted."

Aunt Li glanced at Song Guicheng, whose face was full of sincere apology, and just muttered a few words, but did not blame him.

She asked Song Guicheng to sit back down while she cut the meat and cooked the vegetables, but she heard Song Guicheng calling her, "Aunt Li."

Aunt Li:?

Song Guicheng: "How about I cook the food and you light the pot?"

Aunt Li:? ?

【Hahahahahaha】

[You know how to seek benefits and avoid harm]

[Aunt Li: What? Your player's life is life, but my NPC's life is not life? ]

[A question arises here: Is Aunt Li still alive? ]

[Yeah, no one cared whether this lady was alive or not]

……

"Wang Wentong."

When he heard Li Qingtong calling him, he did not turn around immediately, nor did he answer immediately. He was really afraid of that unfathomable man.

"Wang Wentong?"

Li Qingtong's voice was getting closer, with a hint of displeasure in his tone. Wang Wentong's palms were sweating, his feet and scalp were numb, and he responded timidly: "Hey, I'm here."

However, as soon as he finished answering, the voice behind him disappeared. Wang Wentong turned around, but did not see anyone. Only then did he realize that something was wrong.

His heart was pounding and his hands were shaking so badly that he couldn't even hold the firewood. The air was so quiet that only the sound of his heartbeat could be heard.

"Crack", the sound of branches being stepped on came from outside the window. This sound overwhelmed Wang Wentong's last psychological defense. He jumped up from the chair and wanted to rush out.

A rope suddenly got tightly around his neck from behind. He struggled hard to break free, but was dragged back a few steps by the force.

The rope was twisted around his neck and pulled him up. He grabbed a corner of the stove tightly. His face began to turn blue due to lack of oxygen, his body kept twitching, and his hands lost strength.

Finally, he was hung in the air by an invisible rope. His limbs were struggling wildly, but his mind was becoming blurred and his heavy body became light.

"Plop", Wang Wentong's body fell from mid-air and landed next to a pile of firewood. He was no longer breathing and there was a conspicuous blood mark on his neck.

【Player Wang Wentong eliminated】

……

All the players who entered the kitchen and turned back or agreed to the voice died without exception. Some players did not agree to Aunt Li's request to cook and temporarily escaped.

The only people having lunch at noon were Aunt Li's family and Song Guicheng, a total of four people, just enough to sit around the square table.

Although there were only four people, eight dishes were cooked. Of course, Song Guicheng ate the boiled tofu in front of him as usual.

He should be thankful that he still has boiled tofu to eat instead of having to starve.

Thank you, love you.

Li Qingtong took the first bite, put down his chopsticks, glanced at the dish in front of him, and said leisurely: "Who made today's dish?"

After these words were spoken, the atmosphere at the dinner table became somewhat tense.

Song Guicheng's heart skipped a beat and he whispered, "I..."

No way, cooking can cause trouble. Shouldn't he just stay calm and burn the firewood?

Li Qingtong tilted his head and saw a furry head almost lowered into the bowl. He raised his eyebrows slightly and said, "The taste..."

Song Guicheng: The taste is not good? Big brother, if you have something to say, please tell me. I can change it. Steam, boil, braise, slice or dice. If you give the order, I will be ready to die!

He held his breath and heard Li Qingtong beside him say slowly, "Not bad."

Song Guicheng's tense body suddenly relaxed. He wiped the nonexistent sweat from his head and handed a piece of braised pork to Li Qingtong. "If you like me, eat more."

Li Qingtong stared at the meat in the bowl for a while, and finally put it into his mouth. It was just as he expected, soft, smooth, fresh and fragrant, with a long aftertaste.