A Midnight Escape Story for Farmers

That morning, He Xiangwu was the fourth one to appear.When he rushed into the square, his face was pale and his steps staggered, as if he had been greatly frightened.

He didn't even glance at the announcement, he rushed over and grabbed Fang Shiqing.

"Brother Fang," he said with tears, "I really can't live through this day!"

*

Several people asked He Xiangwu to sit down. After a while, he finally calmed down a little and began to talk about his experience last night.

The reason was - yesterday evening, when he was tidying up the stove, he accidentally punctured the roof of the house.

"Wait?" You Qingyu stopped and asked, "Is the roof of your residence so brittle? How could it break with just one poke?"

"It's just so crisp..." Speaking of which, his small dilapidated blacksmith shop is quite simple and very traditional.When he was cleaning the stove last night, he threw a lump of coal, and accidentally smashed a big hole out.

The problem lies in this hole.

"Because it was getting dark at that time, and I didn't know how to repair the roof, so I had to leave it like that first. I didn't expect..."

He Xiangwu hugged his head, as if recalling something terrible.

"Those brats... are here again!"

"Little ghost" refers to the ghosts of children playing with balls that he mentioned before.

After nightfall, the sound of children playing and playing, as well as the sound of a ball being slapped, could be heard outside his residence again.At first, he was just in the yard, but he moved to the door without knowing it. Just like last time, heavy objects kept hitting the door.

He Xiangwu could only pretend not to hear, lying on the bed and forcing himself to fall asleep.

However, instead of stopping, those voices gradually moved up along the outer wall of the house, and finally reached the roof.

"Then, that brat, kid...he stuck his head out of the hole in the roof..." His voice trembled, "He stuck his head in, and he came into my house!"

"—ghosts entered the house?"

Doesn't it mean that the house is basically safe?Leaving aside the case of encountering a dungeon boss like You Qingyu, if ordinary ghosts can also invade human residences, it will be dangerous.

"It's not..." He Xiangwu calmed down and said, "Only, only the head stuck in."

The little ghost smiled faintly at him, and retracted his head after a while.He just breathed a sigh of relief when he saw a pair of pale hands holding a ball-shaped object, poking in through the breach.

Those hands turned the ball around, facing He Xiangwu.At that moment, he couldn't bear it anymore, and yelled crazily——

That "ball" was clearly a human head.And the face on it was He Xiangwu himself!

Blood dripped from the man's head intermittently, but it didn't fall down, and it all flowed into the kid's palm.The little ghost shook the head, seeming to find it very interesting, and let out bursts of innocent laughter.

During the talk, Zeng Xin also came, and heard a tail beside her, and her face turned pale with fright.

"And after that? What did they do to you?"

"After that..." He Xiangwu suddenly lowered his head in shame.

At that time, although he was so scared that his legs were weak, he was also a person who had experienced a dungeon after all, and at least he would not be frightened and fainted again.Despite the fear, I wanted to take some action.

He found a broken board, coated it with glue, and connected it to a stick. He planned to use this thing from indoors to temporarily mend the hole, at least to stop the kid from scaring people like this.

"..." In a sense, this man is really a genius, "Then have you patched the hole?"

"No... no."

Having said this, He Xiangwu trembled heavily.

"I took the stick and the plank to the bottom of the hole. When I looked up, I saw the kid. He seemed to know what I was going to do, and he looked very angry. Then..."

——Then, that brat, together with the head in his hand... suddenly melted.

Like a scorched ice cream ball, it started from the top of the head and fingertips, and gradually turned into drops of viscous liquid, dripping down.There was the sound of liquid running from the roof, and the sound of eyeballs and teeth falling—

"..."

His description made everyone feel sick to their stomachs.

"But until the end, none of those ghosts could enter your house." Fang Shiqing thought for a while and said, "All it does is to scare you out."

"But, but it's still scary!" He Xiangwu screamed, "And it has stuck its head in!"

"After you go back, you'll be fine if you patch up the roof," Fang Shiqing comforted, "Don't be afraid, you'll be fine once you get used to it, ah."

He Xiangwu's face was full of despair, wanting to cry or not.

After a while, Zhao Jun walked over unsteadily.

After a night, he still looked weak, like a patient recovering from a serious illness.He was probably the most unlucky person in the first dungeon. He was caught by the ghost in the mirror early on, and almost lost all the yang energy in his body, and he was probably weak for more than a week.

Except for You Qingyu, the other players didn't say much about the new death penalty in the announcement.Although it was indeed unexpected, in the final analysis, there is not much difference between dying directly and becoming an npc.

On the contrary, the sudden increase of tens of thousands of numbers on the "Mission Objective" column is more eye-catching.Fang Shiqing had to explain to others about the old-fashioned radio, which caused He Xiangwu to yell that it was a pity, saying that if he had bought a few more at that time, he would have made a lot of money now.

"...However, if you take too much, you may not be able to sell it."

Fang Shiqing himself is quite content, anyway, it's all a windfall, so a little bit counts.

For some reason, Xiao Fengdi arrived very late today, and when he appeared, his face was tense, looking very unhappy.

After he came, he didn't say anything, just stood in front of the bulletin board and stared at the announcement, as if in a daze.Others didn't dare to take the initiative to talk to him, and the surrounding air was a little deserted for a while.

"Well, Brother Fang," He Xiangwu slipped to Fang Shiqing's side, rubbed his hands and asked, "Can you, uh, do me a favor?"

"Help for what?" Fang Shiqing was a little curious.

He Xiangwu glanced carefully at the side, and lowered his voice: "That's right, can you... help me and ask Brother Xiao to help clean up my dilapidated house? At least let me stop being haunted, Really, my little heart can't take it."

"Uh……"

Fang Shiqing felt that there were a lot of flaws in his words.

"Although I understand how you feel," he asked cautiously, "but why do you want me to help you? Why don't you invite him yourself? He's right there."

"How dare I—" He Xiangwu raised his voice accidentally, then hurriedly lowered his voice again, "Brother Fang, please, you guys are familiar with this relatively high."

"Isn't it? The boss is easy to talk to, isn't he? And everyone has played the dungeon together, so they should be familiar with each other. Why don't you dare?" Fang Shiqing wondered.

Next to him, Zeng Xin interjected in a low voice: "Don't you think Brother Xiao looks a little depressed today? He looks scary, and I don't dare to talk to him."

"I think he's in a bad mood, but he's not the kind of person who loses his temper."

When I first met, I acted so stupidly, even the boss didn't get angry.

At this moment, Zhao Jun who was not far away cleared his throat vigorously, drawing everyone's attention to him.

"Speaking of which, everyone passed this dungeon, and it can be regarded as a narrow escape." He said calmly, "To celebrate, why not... let's go have a meal together, and talk about the next plan by the way, what do you think? ?”

"Okay," You Qingyu glanced at him, and was the first to say, "It's enough to eat a low-quality set meal worth ten yuan a day, and it's time to relax. Where to eat, I haven't seen this small town Is there a restaurant? There are no food stalls..."

"Wait a minute," Zhao Jun was stunned, and interrupted quickly, "I didn't mean that, I meant—"

"You don't plan to let everyone squat in a circle with ten yuan boxed lunches, and just have dinner like this?"

Zhao Jun's complexion was not pretty at first, but now it became even worse.

"I also said before that the first priority now is to save enough money to end the game. There is no need to spend excessively. The food in this game is too expensive. A plate of egg fried rice costs one or two hundred. We don't have With so much money, there is no way to afford to waste it.”

"There's nothing to discuss at the dinner table." You Qingyu shook his long hair and stood up. "If you have anything to say, you can talk about it here. We are playing games together, not talking about business. Please don't treat people like social people. Bring a set into the game. If you want to eat, just go and have a meal happily, and you are not asked to pay the bill, and everyone can buy their own. "

The atmosphere at the scene was originally a little deserted, but when she said that, it suddenly became stiff.

"It's okay to relax once in a while, now we have some money..." He Xiangwu muttered.

"You can relax as much as you want after the game is over, but now you have to think about everyone's future. Every penny spent is a common task consumption for everyone—" Zhao Jun persuaded, seemingly earnestly.

"By the way," You Qingyu suddenly turned to Fang Shiqing, "Speaking of which, you've earned the most out of this little money right now. What do you think, do you think you can spend it?"

"No, no, I didn't earn it, it's the result of everyone's hard work!"

Fang Shiqing didn't understand what they were arguing at all, and hurriedly shook his head vigorously.

"Then vote and express your opinion," You Qingyu continued without any hesitation, "If you agree to have a good meal, you can stand with me, and if you disagree, you can stand with Zhao Jun."

……Depend on.

Fang Shiqing got up suddenly, and patted He Xiangwu's shoulder seriously: "You guys discuss it first, I'll go to the boss now and tell him about your house being haunted."

*

——This feels really annoying.

With his back to the players and hurrying towards the bulletin board, Fang Shiqing couldn't help sighing, the good mood in the early morning had long since disappeared.

Why do they argue over such trivial matters as "what's for dinner?"

A normal person should be worried about his own life when he falls into such an environment where he may die at any time, but an abnormal person like him only wants to play the game well, and in short, he will not be in the mood to quarrel at all.

He couldn't understand what these people were thinking, completely incomprehensible.

"Boss," he walked to Xiao Fengdi, and called out to him, "Well, you...do you have time now?"

Xiao Fengdi turned his head, Fang Shiqing was startled.

--here we go again.

The feeling was similar to yesterday, that... It was hard to say whether it was melancholy or confused eyes.

It is also fleeting, but this time it is definitely not wrong.

Although the other party indicated with his eyes that he could speak, he still hesitated.

Perhaps, it is really not suitable to disturb each other now?

"That..." However, he couldn't react, and said what he had planned in a daze, "Last night...in He Xiangwu's blacksmith's shop to the north..."

"Well, I know," Xiao Fengdi interrupted, "I heard you all when you were talking just now."

"……what?"

"You talk too loudly," he sighed. "If you don't want the person to hear you, at least speak at a distance."