When someone with depression enters the horror game

"Hey," Shen Lian pulled up the quilt, "Doctor, get up!"

Zheng Qing hugged the pillow and continued to sleep.

"If you don't wake up, you won't have food!"

Zheng Qing narrowed his eyes: "What do you eat in the middle of the night..."

"I just want to take advantage of the dark moon and high wind to dig potatoes in Master Yang's field!"

"This is stealing..." Zheng Qing continued to sleep.

"He hasn't paid me the consultation fee yet!"

"What consultation fee..."

"Di—a random mission is generated, kill the king's most beloved concubine."

"Di——If the mission fails, the system will determine that the player is dead."

Zheng Qing woke up.

"Shen Lian, have you received the mission?"

Shen Lian froze for a moment: "No."

"I received it," Zheng Qing stroked his hair, "hell mode."

Shen Lian supported her head and smiled: "Speaking out makes me happy."

"Kill the king's most beloved concubine."

"Well," Shen Lian tilted his head, "For the two of us who can't even eat enough, he is the one who eats roasted sweet potatoes every day and plows the land with a golden hoe."

Zheng Qing looked indifferent.

"doctor."

"Ok?"

"I helped you steal Miss Yang's gold and silver jewelry when I went to see the doctor."

"What?"

"I sold it to save the coffin book for you."

Zheng Qing showed a gentle smile: "That is really grateful."

Shen Lian bowed to him: "It's easy to say."

Zheng Qing covered his face with the quilt and continued to sleep.

Seeing that he was asleep, Shen Lian got off the bed with his clothes on, quietly pushed open the wooden door, and walked towards the field of Master Yang's house.

It's really dark and windy.

"Slicing potatoes, slicing potatoes..." Shen Lian murmured.

"Scraping potatoes, slicing potatoes..." He paused, narrowed his eyes, turned a corner, and ran straight to the west.

The mass graves are still full of bones.

"Painted skin ghost! Painted skin ghost!" Shen Lian stood on the skeleton and shouted.

"Painted Skin Ghost, are you alright!"

"Painted Skin Ghost!"

"What's it called, it's called soul!" A crisp female voice came.

"It's called the soul." Shen Lian whispered.

A hand reached out from behind him and patted his shoulder.

Painted Skin Ghost changed another skin.

This time the skin is charming and delicate, a piece of peach blossom noodles actually overwhelmed the bright peonies on the hairpin.

The voice is also less soft and timid than last time.

"Little Xianggong actually came to look for a concubine again, but do you want to spend some time with my concubine?"

"My lady was joking. It's just that the last time my lady fought with the lady of the land, the scarecrow came to make trouble again. I'm quite worried."

Shen Lian bowed to Painted Skin Ghost.

"Why did Xianggong give such a big gift? It really offends this concubine." Painted Skin Ghost caressed Shen Lian's face with bright red nails, and paused every word.

Shen Lian bowed again: "My lady is so smart, I did encounter a troublesome thing recently, and I want to make a deal with my lady."

The wind was blowing, and the cold was down to the bones. The painted skin ghost covered his red lips with his sleeves, and said with a smile: "Heh, this is the best joke I have heard in so many years. Are you making a deal with a ghost?"

"Little Xianggong, isn't he afraid that my concubine will strip your skin, cram your tendons, dig your bones and eat your flesh, and start a business without capital?"

Shen Lian looked into Painted Skin Ghost's eyes and said, "I once met a guy named Pu, who wrote a book telling me that people are scarier than ghosts."

"Pfft," Painted Skin Ghost laughed again, "That's a strange person."

"The strange man is also doing badly. He has been dead for more than 300 years."

"That's an old ghost."

"How do you know that they didn't go to reincarnation?"

"It's said that humans are scarier than ghosts, so how can you be human again?"

It is expected that I will hate speaking in the world, and love to listen to the ghosts singing in the autumn tomb. (Note)

"That's right," Shen Lian nodded, and ended the topic, "Is this business a lady's business?"

Painted Skin Ghost smiled and said: "Do it, why not do it. I just don't know, what will the little Xianggong give in exchange for my concubine?"

"What do you want to exchange with me, lady?"

Painted Skin Ghost looked Shen Lian up and down, and said in a hazy tone: "I want the heart of my little husband."

"Actually, I still want to struggle to the death for ten or eight years," Shen Lian said softly, "The ghosts singing poems in the autumn tomb, how desolate."

Painted Skin Ghost looked around at the mass grave, and lowered his voice: "I hate human speech, but also fear ghosts and sing poems. How can there be such a good thing in the world. Isn't it true that people are not human, ghosts are not ghosts, and heaven and earth don't allow it?"

Shen Lian smiled, as delicate and perfect as ever: "That's right, isn't it true that people hate ghosts, and heaven and earth don't tolerate it."

He said again: "I've done this business."

The author has something to say:

Note: Listen to the aunt who speaks nonsense, the bean shed and the melon stand are raining like silk.It is expected that I will hate speaking in the world, and love to listen to the ghosts singing in the autumn tomb. ——Wang Shizhen

I turned into a person who hated human language and sang poems afraid of ghosts.