I picked up a boyfriend in the infinite game

When Song Guicheng woke up, it was already daybreak. He lay on the bed and when he opened his eyes he saw the beams above his head.

The beam triggered his memory, and he finally remembered what was wrapped around his neck last night. It was the umbilical cord of the ghost baby!

He cursed in his heart. He had clearly agreed that he would let him go if he helped Li Caixia find the murderer. It turned out that lies could not be trusted.

Song Guicheng struggled to sit up from the bed. He felt dizzy and his neck hurt as if it was about to split. The burns on his hands were horrible to look at.

The last second in his memory was a terrifying chill and a flash of light. He slowly got up from the bed. What was that flash of light?

He opened the door and carefully stuck his head out to observe. There was not much change in the mourning hall. The altar, candles, portraits, and coffins were still neatly arranged as they were yesterday.

People had woken up from their slumber. Some were preparing offerings, some were handing out black veils. Song Guicheng also took one and pinned it on his shoulder.

They had no idea what had happened last night. Only a missing paper man in green clothes beside the coffin reminded Song Guicheng what kind of horrific thing had happened here.

The sky outside was gloomy, but there was no longer the feeling of impending storm as in the past two days. There was a faint earthy smell in the air.

A figure was walking closer and closer along the path outside the house. It had a tall and straight figure and a calm complexion, which matched perfectly with the thick clouds and dim sky outside the house.

Song Guicheng shouted, "Brother!"

Li Qingtong glanced at him and walked into the mourning hall. His shoes were wet with mud, but he did not look embarrassed at all.

"Awake?" he asked calmly.

"Yeah," Song Guicheng said, "my neck and hands hurt a lot."

"It's okay," Li Qingtong found a chair and sat down, "It will be fine."

Song Guicheng said no more, but asked: "When will Caixia's coffin be buried?"

Li Qingtong glanced at him: "Noon."

"Noon?" He was a little surprised, because the village chief had meant that the burial must be held at night, but he didn't expect Li Qingtong to change it to daytime.

There were eight people carrying the coffin. Except Song Guicheng, the other seven were villagers.

The rain outside stopped, Li Caixia's revenge was achieved, and the burial time was changed to daytime. After staying in endless fear for several days, Song Guicheng finally saw a glimmer of hope for life.

He glanced at Li Qingtong beside him and asked tentatively: "Brother Li, Aunt Li..."

Who knew that Li Qingtong just turned his head expressionlessly and looked at him, and said in a flat tone: "What's wrong?"

Seeing Li Qingtong like this, Song Guicheng suppressed the doubts in his heart and shook his head: "Nothing."

Could it be that the memory of the dead would also be erased? No one in the mourning hall was curious about where Aunt Li had gone, and no one cared about the village chief's disappearance.

He put all these questions aside for the moment, sat in a chair, and slowly sorted out the causes and consequences of the entire copy.

In order to get a high bride price, Uncle Li married his daughter to the mentally retarded son of the village chief. Li Caixia was unwilling, but the son of the village chief raped her and made her pregnant.

Her innocence was in jeopardy, and Uncle Li had no idea where to get the dowry money that he had been longing for. Under the double pressure from her family and herself, she hanged herself.

The circle of wear and tear that Song Guicheng saw on the beam of Li Caixia's room that day should be where she hung the rope.

Li Caixia died unjustly and had an evil spirit in her heart. The village chief was the first to be retaliated. I just don't know what method the village chief used to maintain the appearance of a living dead.

He also hid his son in a paper man, making it impossible for Li Caixia to do anything to him.

In the whole incident, Li Caixia was the complete victim, but it is not known what role her brother Li Qingtong played.

Song Guicheng secretly glanced at the person next to him. The profile of his face was sharp and handsome, and his expression was cold, as if nothing could arouse his interest.

After lunch, it was finally time for the burial. With Li Qingtong's shout of "lift the coffin", the coffin was lifted up by eight men at the same time.

Inside was the body of a young girl, which eight men carried effortlessly.

The road under his feet was very muddy. Along the way, Song Guicheng looked at the road intently to make sure that he took every step firmly.

In front was a funeral procession, followed by a few people holding spades and shovels.

But the higher they went up the mountain, the colder they felt. Song Guicheng originally thought it was because of the heavy fog on the mountain.

But after walking for a while, he realized that the cold was seeping from inside his body, as if what was flowing in his veins was not blood but ice chips. He was shivering with cold, and even the hands holding the lever were shaking.

He suddenly thought of the black energy that rushed into his body last night. What on earth was that? His brain was frozen and he couldn't think.

No one noticed his abnormality. Song Guicheng's feet weakened a few steps and he was about to fall down, but a cold hand held his waist.

Although the hand was as cold as carved jade, Song Guicheng drew some warmth from the coldness, which flowed along his waist and around his body, driving away all the coldness in his body.

He looked up and saw only Li Qingtong's broad back. Even on the muddy and slippery mountain road, he walked leisurely as if on flat ground.

The mountain road was indeed rugged for ten miles and flat for half a mile. Song's feet were stepping on mottled lichens and mosses. His return journey took him around several ditches and through a forest before he arrived at Li Caixia's burial place.

It was a small piece of flat land with a stream winding from west to east, and the water was clear enough to see the bottom.

Without anyone reminding him, Song Guicheng could feel that this was a rare piece of Feng Shui treasure land. Even his breathing became much smoother when he stood on it.

[How can such a good place exist in this small mountain village? ]

【How to say? 】

[If you want me to explain it in detail, I can only give you the basics. This place is surrounded by mountains on three sides, and luck can only flow in but not out. There is a stream next to it, and water is the main source of wealth...]

【Have two brushes】

[There are only two]

[The mission is over after the burial, right? 】

[Should be]

……

Li Qingtong walked around, pointed to a place and started having people dig a hole. Several people holding spades and shovels started digging. After about half an hour, they dug out a deep pit that was big enough to accommodate a coffin.

Everyone carefully put the coffin in. The last step was that everyone had to sprinkle a handful of paper money on the coffin before they could fill it with soil.

Song Guicheng was the one behind Li Qingtong. With a pious and awe-inspiring attitude, he sprinkled a handful of paper money on the dark coffin.

However, as soon as he raised his head, he saw Li Caixia and her child.

The ghost baby was lying on Li Caixia's shoulder with a weird smile on its face, and its pair of eyes without whites were staring at Song Guicheng.

Li Caixia beside him was indeed as beautiful as in the photo, but her expression was numb and empty. After noticing Song Guicheng's gaze, she slowly raised her head and smiled at him.

Song Guicheng suddenly felt that he couldn't breathe, and the mother and son in front of him stretched out their arms at the same time to drag him down.

At this moment, his arm was pulled by someone. Li Qingtong pulled him away and blocked him: "Don't look."

Song Guicheng finally came to his senses, looked at his back, bit his lower lip and said nothing. This man had just saved him.

Not only this time, but also when I went up the mountain just now, and with the candles that night.

For a moment, he was unable to see through the person in front of him. Li Qingtong was indifferent to her sister's death, but she tried her best to help her sister avenge. She seemed to be helping her sister, and she also helped her sister when she was about to attack him.

However, before he could figure it out, a system announcement suddenly appeared in his mind:

[Player Song Guicheng completed the main mission and successfully cleared the level. 】

[Complete the main mission, get reward: 100 points]

[Complete the hidden task and get the reward: 500 points.

The copy exploration degree is 93%, and the reward is: 558 points.

The total number of viewers in the live broadcast room is 276, which is equivalent to 5 points.

Total points for this live broadcast: 1163

Player Song Guicheng's total score: 1163]

[Congratulations, you have obtained the F-level item: Paper Figure (upgradable)

Function: Please explore on your own]

【Congratulations on your successful clearance. 】

[Congratulations on your successful promotion: E-level player]

[Due to your outstanding performance in the gaming world, you will be given a 15-minute recommendation slot in the next live broadcast. ]