When I become the official match of the full-level Tu Huang [Unlimited]

The male owner of this small house was surnamed Chen, but he didn't say what his name was, Lao Chen.

Yitu and the others don't care, the title doesn't matter, what's more important is that now they have to figure out in a short time what kind of charade is playing in the card game.

Lao Chen was not surprised by the arrival of strange guests, but also showed unusual enthusiasm and politeness, which inevitably made people wonder whether he had some conspiracy.

However, the host didn't make any request to them, he just sat and chatted with Yitu and others at the mahogany table in the lobby.

None of them touched the rice porridge and steamed buns on the table, even though the food was still steaming.

"All of you are going to the front town to work and earn money to support your family, right?" Old Chen asked with a smile:

"A few young guys passed by our Chenjia Village before. It was getting late and wanted to stay overnight, but they were shut down several times. Then they knocked on my door."

When the three of Yitu heard this, they looked at each other.

When they reached the position of the first solid circle, there was only this small house in the endless darkness.

It is not like what old Chen said, there are any villages, and it is even more impossible to have the so-called closed doors.

Realizing that the cognition of the NPC is different from that of the player, Yitu has some confidence in his heart.

If you look at this small house as a small closed card arena, then to NPC Lao Chen, they may be just ordinary passers-by.

"Yes, we are also going to the town ahead. I heard that life there is very good."

Yitu followed what Old Chen said, "Mr. Chen, those who went to the town ahead with us before, have they ever returned?"

He looked at Old Chen, trying to read some information from that round face.

However, Old Chen just shook his head and said, "No, I've never seen anyone come back."

As soon as he said this, the hearts of Yitu and the others sank.

"However, no matter how prosperous the town is, how can I have my own home?" Lao Chen suddenly sighed and said:

"I used to be the same as you. I left my wife and children at a young age and went out to work to earn money, but in the end everything came to nothing."

"In an accident half a year ago, my son unfortunately died, and my wife felt so sad because of the death of the child that she chose to commit suicide at home not long after."

"But I didn't know anything about it when I was out of town. It wasn't until I didn't hear from my wife for three months that I realized something was wrong and hurried back home."

"But it's too late. The tragedy has already happened. I'm sorry for their mother and son."

When Lao Chen mentioned the scars of the past, his expression became particularly gloomy and sad.

Yitu and Huasan looked at each other, Huasan thought for a while and said:

"Mr. Chen, how did your child die? How did your wife die?"

After hearing this, Lao Chen raised his head. He looked at Huasan with an inexplicable sense of strangeness, and said in a hoarse voice:

"The child was accidentally burned to death by the fire from the stove and set the quilt on fire. Wife..."

He paused, looked towards the well outside the yard, and said:

"My wife committed suicide by throwing herself into a well."

After Lao Chen finished speaking, the silence in the dimly lit lobby was terrifying.

Yitu looked through the hall door, and it seemed that something invisible was brewing in the dark courtyard.

When Xu Heng saw Yitu, he didn't know what he was looking at, and Huasan lowered his head in thought, so he had to say some comforting words.

In fact, no matter whether Xu Heng's words were sincere or perfunctory, Lao Chen went on to say after the formality:

"Actually, after this incident, I wondered for a long time whether the feng shui at home was not good, which led to the tragedy."

These words caught Yitu's attention, because a friend's family is in the real estate business, so he knew that some businessmen would invite someone to look at Feng Shui before developing.

However, wells are generally not set up in the yards of ordinary people, because the wells are very cloudy and easy to attract ghosts to enter the door.

However, Yitu didn't say anything, he just quietly waited for Lao Chen's next words.

"Although I always think this way, nothing strange happened after living here for half a year." Old Chen kindly explained:

"I hope you don't feel intimidated or uncomfortable staying at my house tonight because of this incident."

Xu Heng smiled, "Why, the three of us don't believe in ghosts and gods."

Old Chen looked at him, rubbed his hands together and said:

"Really? I have heard a very interesting ghost story mentioned by others. Do you want to hear it?"

Xu Heng was taken aback when he heard this, he looked at Yitu subconsciously, he didn't expect that he would answer such a text after he answered it casually.

Yitu frowned slightly, he knew that even if Xu Heng didn't answer Lao Chen's words, Lao Chen would still ask them if they wanted to listen to ghost stories.

Although they didn't know what the ghost story was, in such a dark and silent night in such a dead man's house, no matter how funny the ghost story was, there would be an inexplicable sense of horror.

Maybe this ghost story will have something to do with the death code they're looking for, or something to do with the horrors that follow.

What Yitu is most worried about is that any ghosts in the card game will come true.

You must know that he was still a rookie in the first poker game, because someone recklessly said ghost things, which led to the disaster of killing people.

And that's just the lowest-level card field can achieve such an effect, not to mention the god-level field where they are at this moment, they don't know what kind of power will be exerted.

Xu Heng also knew this, so he didn't answer, but handed over the choice to Yitu and Huasan.

The two looked at each other, and each saw the answer from the other's eyes. They had to listen to this ghost story.

So far, the information and clues the three of them have obtained are almost equal to zero. Even though they know some basic information about Lao Chen, they don't know what will happen next.

And there is no mandatory task in this god-level field, and even told them the only clearance condition, which is to find the death code.

But in fact, they don't even know what the death code is and what form it will appear in.

They urgently need information and clues, and they cannot miss any clues.

That's why Yitu and Huasan's answers are surprisingly consistent.

"Mr. Chen, tell me." Yitu said.

Old Chen smiled, as if expecting them to be curious.

"In the past, there were two like-minded young men surnamed Wang who traveled together in mountains and rivers..."

Both of them are very fond of anecdotes, especially folklore from various places.

It is said that one day, the two of them were on their way as usual, passing a Xiangnan mountain at night, and happened to see a thatched hut at the foot of the mountain with lights still on.

At that time, both of them felt a little tired and hungry, so one of them decided to go up and have a look before considering whether to stay or not.

After all, in the wilderness, it is easy to encounter black shops or residences of gangsters.

The luck of the two was good. There was only a young woman and her children playing in the house. They should be normal villagers.

So, the two knocked on the door of the room and expressed their intention to the young woman, hoping to stay overnight.

The young woman had delicate features, but her complexion was sallow and haggard. When she saw two strange men standing outside the door, she was not too scared. She just hesitated and let them in.

After the two entered the house, they discovered that the beautiful woman had three children.

The older sister looks about seven or eight years old, and she is as pretty and lovely as the young woman.

The younger brother is also five or six years old, just at the age of mischief, holding a wooden sword in his hand and waving it rudely at them.

There was also a younger boy, just over three years old, sitting on a bench in the corner, staring straight at them.

The hostess called them to sit down, and then enthusiastically took out the bread at home to entertain the guests, and even went to the kitchen to make another dish and serve it.

Since the two of them had traveled for a long time, they were really hungry, so they stopped being polite and began to eat.

Maybe it was because they were eating too deliciously, the second son of the hostess suddenly made a noise and wanted to eat at the table.

Although the hostess repeatedly scolded, the child was not sensible, crying and refusing to give up, the hostess was about to lose face.

At this moment, one of the two felt embarrassed and carried the child to the dinner table, and the second son stopped crying.

But after a while, the eldest daughter was also hungry, and followed her to the table.

Only the youngest son who was sitting in the corner didn't cry or make noise, or even make a sound.

Although both of them felt strange, the food was not enough, so they didn't ask the youngest son if he wanted to eat.

After eating and drinking enough, the two chatted with the hostess, talking about all kinds of experiences they had traveled, and the hostess applauded every exciting place.

But they didn't talk for long, the hostess suddenly sighed and talked about all the strange things that happened at home recently.

She told the two that ghosts frequently appeared in the house recently, and the children were always screaming and crying at night, as if they were possessed by something.

Not long ago, a tragedy happened. Under the nightmare, she actually hacked her husband to death with her own hands.

Since then, whenever night falls, the figure of her husband will always stand quietly outside the window, looking into the house.

At first the hostess was scared to death, but she got used to it after a long time.

Because her husband won't come in, but he will always stand outside the window and stare into the house, as if there is something in the house that makes him afraid and dare not come in.

After the hostess said these words, the two surnamed Wang didn't take it seriously, and thought the hostess was joking.

Until one of them turned his head to look at the window, he immediately screamed in fright.

Because the woman didn't lie, her husband was indeed standing outside the window, the dark shadow had only a vague outline, and it looked extraordinarily pervasive.

When things came to this point, the two were afraid and panicked, and wanted to leave the house, but they were also afraid that the ghosts outside the house would haunt them and claim their lives.

Only then did they realize why a woman who had no strength to restrain her chicken dared to let two strange men come in to rest.

Because this house was haunted, and even more because this woman killed her husband with her own hands, facing all kinds of horrible phenomena, she just looked a little haggard.

The two did not dare to sleep, so they had to stay in the living room with the hostess's family of three for a whole night.

Although strange ghosts appeared frequently at night, fortunately they did not hurt their lives.

Seeing that the sky was about to dawn and everything was about to pass, one of the two suddenly asked:

"Yueniang, why don't you wear an extra dress for your little son?"

It was cold autumn and the temperature was very low. The eldest daughter and second son of the hostess were both wearing thick jackets. Only the younger son was wearing a blanket and a short shirt. His little face was very pale from the cold.

The hostess was caught by his question, because she turned her head and looked at her son, who was dressed a lot, and did not understand why the guest asked such a question.

At this time, the guests also discovered that something was wrong.

Because Yueniang only took care of the eldest daughter and second son that night, and ignored the younger son from the beginning to the end.

She mentioned her daughter and then her son, but she would never say the difference between the second son and the younger son.

When things got to this point, they all realized the problem.

So the other of the two had to ask with difficulty:

"Yue Niang, how many children do you have?"

Yueniang shrank her pupils suddenly, and shouted without thinking:

"I only have two children!"

"After Yueniang finished yelling, children's screams suddenly sounded in the house, and even the ghost standing outside the window twisted and shouted."

Old Chen told the ending of this ghost story with endless enthusiasm:

"In the end, they all died at the moment when the truth came out."

"They're all dead? Why is this happening?" Xu Heng couldn't help frowning and asked.

Lao Chen shook his head and said that he didn't know either:

"It's just a ghost story, just listen to it."

"Okay, it's getting late, and I think you're all tired, it's time to rest."

Lao Chen's conversation changed so quickly that the three of them were still immersed in the ghost story, guessing the hidden code words.

However, in the next second, the eyes of the three of them suddenly went dark, and several rows of scarlet blood characters appeared in front of them.

[After listening to the ghost story, you feel scared, but also very sleepy and tired. The kind host, Lao Chen, has prepared a room for you to spend the night. Players are asked to choose a room for you to rest tonight:

A. The ear chamber next to the main room

B. Guest room

C. firewood room]

Seeing the options, Yitu couldn't help frowning. He never expected that the first night of this game would mean separating the three of them.

Except that the ear room of the main room is not clear, the window of the guest room is facing the old dog in the courtyard, while the firewood room is close to the well where the mistress committed suicide.