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

At the first moment after Bai Yan fell to the ground, Bai Yan helped her up.

The woman's pale face was stained with blood, and it took her a long time to open her eyes after hearing Bai Yan's call.

"Bai Yan, are you okay? How is it? Can you hold on?" Bai Yan looked at her worriedly.

"I'm fine... Quick, drag him out quickly."

Bai Yan's voice was weak, but she firmly grasped Bai Yan's hand and stretched towards her abdomen.

Yitu, who was watching from the side, frowned slightly, and Bai Yan untied Bai Yan's wedding dress without the slightest shyness, and even lifted off her close-fitting underwear.

There were several deep scratches on the woman's snow-white stomach, but Bai Yan didn't have time to care about her wounds, and just pressed his palm against her skin.

And the moment it was pasted, a halo of light appeared on Bai Yan's stomach.

Bai Yan's hand reached into the aperture, and pulled out a man's hand.

That was Chu Sichi's hand!

Soon, Chu Sichi was completely dragged out under the gaze of everyone.

But probably because of staying too long, the person is already in a coma.

"Are you... a container skill card?"

Hai Ling watched this scene, narrowed his fox eyes, and suddenly said.

"It doesn't look like it, I've never heard of a player being a container."

Bai Yan looked up at him with a complicated expression, but at this moment Bai Yan spoke.

"I'm not really a player."

"What?" A flash of surprise flashed in Hai Ling's heart, and he narrowed his eyes slightly.

Bai Yan slowly helped him up, and Bai Yan continued to speak:

"I'm a part of him separated from his body with the acolyte card. I'm both a player and a prop."

Yitu was taken aback when he heard it, is it a player or a prop?

So is Bai Yan an NPC that exists in the card game, or a real human being that exists in reality?

It's not just that he can't figure out the situation, even many card dealers in the interactive area have never encountered such a thing.

[Anonymous player 486: What the hell?Isn't it, it's both a player and an item?Is that still human...

Anonymous player 852: Ah, is there really a skill card that turns a player into an NPC?This is too scary! !

Anonymous player 976: These two are too scary: right!This woman is a completely different kind of container!She is the existence of the container itself, she is not even considered a human being!

Anonymous player 992: The man turned the woman into a combination of players and props?So she hid Chu Sichi in her body to protect him...

Anonymous player 1321: There is a saying, brothers, there really is an item card that can turn a player into an NPC, but the premise is that the player is on the verge of death and becomes an NPC voluntarily.

Anonymous player 1221:? ?So is he not human anymore?Stay in the game forever? ? ?

Anonymous player 1321: No, no, it depends on the situation. The level of the card is different, and the effect of the attribute is also different, but it is generally attached to the card holder.

Anonymous player 15290: Like Bai Yan is probably Bai Yan's clone?It's just that he was a normal player before his death?

Anonymous player 753: It should be, but if she is counted as a player by the game system, is she still different from an NPC player? 】

Bai Yan's condition was already very bad, she didn't continue to explain, and it was difficult for others to ask too much.

After Bai Yan took her away, Hai Ling and Lu Nan moved Chu Sichi to the bed, and the uncle stayed and watched him to avoid any further accidents.

Tomorrow is the [-]th day of the first lunar month, and the wedding ceremony must not lack the groom.

"Go, go and see if Master Dong is dead."

After Hai Ling finished speaking, he led his female companion to the main room, and the rest of them followed to see if there was any other important information.

Mrs. Hui and the civet cat were dealt with, but Dong Haoyue disappeared.

And she went to find Du Jinyu nine times out of ten, and when the two ghosts met, it was even more worrying.

Jiang Hanyu's tall and straight figure walked in front, while Yitu and Song Jingchen followed behind, talking side by side in a low voice.

"Is Bai Yan's name given by the system? It's exactly the same pronunciation as Bai Yan." Song Jingchen asked curiously.

"It's possible, after all, she is also a part of Baiyan." Yitu also had the same idea.

"I wonder if she can follow Bai Yan out of the card game..." Song Jingchen didn't know what to think, and suddenly paused.

Yitu looked at him, puzzled.

"The flower umbrella once told me that there is such a relationship among the players of the throne card!"

Song Jingchen's eyes skipped over Jiang Hanyu who was walking in front, Yitu was taken aback.

"what?"

"The relationship between the king and the servants, as well as the queen and the servants, is similar to that between Bai Yan and Bai Yan."

Song Jingchen thought about it for a while, and then put it another way:

"As an analogy, if the King of Spades and the Jack of Spades meet, there will be an irresistible bond of allegiance."

"And some, they will be bundled with skill cards, such as the King of Hearts and his Jack of Spades. The two are almost inseparable."

"Bound?" Yitu's heart moved, "Spouse relationship?"

Song Jingchen shook his head, "No, the spouse relationship is bound when both parties are equal, and their kind of binding is that the latter absolutely submits to the former."

Speaking of this, he lowered the volume even more:

"I heard that Jack of the King of Hearts seems to have become half an NPC for him."

A trace of astonishment flashed across Yitu's face, "Become an NPC?"

Song Jingchen was not sure, "I don't know if it's true or not, it's just a rumor circulating in the game circle."

After he finished speaking, he slapped Yitu with his elbow in a wicked way, and his eyes signaled him to ask Jiang Hanyu who was walking in front.

As the Great Demon King, the King of Spades not only fought against the King of Hearts, the two may still have a relationship in private.

Jiang Hanyu must know the inside story, if Yitu asks, maybe he can really find out something.

Yitu smiled slightly, this kid thought well, but he was not a person who didn't know how to measure.

It is naturally impossible to ask, and several people quickly came to Master Dong's room.

The curtains in the room were all drawn, so that no light could come in, and it was dark.

Hai Ling stepped forward and opened the curtain a little, then kicked the flower ball made of wool behind the curtain.

The flower ball had already been scratched by the sharp claws, and it exploded into a ball and huddled in the corner.

Hai Ling laughed and kicked the flower ball out.

"That little thing still likes to play with this."

When Yitu saw it, he picked up the bouquet and put it in Mrs. Hui's unfinished knitting basket.

Inside the basket was a dark blue sweater that was only half-knitted, and a brand new flower ball that had just been finished, and Ahri didn't even have time to play with it before he died.

Hearing the movement in the house, Master Dong sat up slowly.

Hai Ling looked up and narrowed his eyes slightly:

"Master, are you awake?"

They all thought that Dong Qingshan was about to leave, but who knew that Mrs. Hui and Ah Li had just died, but this man woke up.

Dong Qingshan didn't answer, just lying on the head of the bed and coughing violently a few times, he spit out something like black phlegm on the handkerchief.

"Where is Hui Niang... and that little beast?"

Dong Qingshan's voice was very hoarse, with a lifeless breath.

But when he opened his mouth, everyone was stunned for a moment.

Dong Qingshan knew about the existence of Huiniang and Ari, so could it be... that he was in a coma for so long, did Huiniang do it on purpose?

"Dead." Yitu replied.

Hearing this answer, Dong Qingshan didn't have much reaction on his face, only a flash of surprise flashed and he quickly returned to calm.

"How did you die?" Dong Qingshan asked again.

Yitu didn't tell him directly, but put it another way.

"Your daughter has been here."

Dong Qingshan's body trembled, his voice became choked up:

"Xiaoyue is here? Where is she? Why doesn't she come to see me?"

"She came here just as if to take revenge. Mrs. Hui and Ari died, and she left too."

After Dong Qingshan heard this, he couldn't accept such a fact for a long time, and finally he could only sigh deeply.

"Forget it, I provoked Qiao Huiniang into the house, so she must have resentment against me in her heart."

"It doesn't matter if you don't come to see it!"

Yitu's heart skipped a beat, "You seem to have known that something was wrong with Mrs. Hui."

Dong Qingshan glanced at him and said in a deep voice:

"There are only a few people in the family. Xiaoyue died. No matter how stupid I am, I probably know who killed her."

Originally, he wanted to handle the matter himself, so he did not report it to the police.

But who knew that Qiao Huiniang was accompanied by such a terrifying monster, which Dong Qingshan never expected.

And when he knew he wanted to find a Taoist priest, it was too late.

Qiao Huiniang would not hurt him, but the monster beside her always hoped that Dong Qingshan would die soon.

So every time when Mrs. Hui is not around, this thing will appear in front of Dong Qingshan unscrupulously, with a terrifying appearance, and its sharp claws even scratched his heart several times.

Dong Qingshan is also an elderly person. After being frightened a few times, he was also deeply guilty and had the idea of ​​begging for death. The thing kept him in a coma.

"Then how did you meet Mrs. Hui? And you married her." Song Jingchen asked out of curiosity.

Dong Qingshan smiled wryly, "It started when I went to visit my dead wife's grave two years ago."

Two years ago, Dong Qingshan returned to Dong Haoyue's mother's hometown to visit his dead wife's grave.

The relationship between him and his deceased wife was very deep, so even though Dong Haoyue's mother had passed away for so many years, he had no plans to continue.

As in previous years, he would live around for a while after the worship, and go to the mountains to talk to his wife when he had nothing to do.

By coincidence, Qiao Huiniang also lived on that mountain.

Dong Qingshan didn't know the name of that mountain, but the water and soil were exceptionally good, so he bought it to commemorate his deceased wife.

He never thought that there would be a monster raised on such a spiritual mountain.

"Qiao Huiniang and my deceased wife looked alike when they were young." Dong Qingshan recalled, sighing:

"I just thought she was pitiful. She didn't have enough clothes and food to eat on this mountain, and she hid behind a tree with a stick to pick up fruits to eat."

"Her fruit is half as good as that civet cat."

So he felt sorry for him, and gave Qiao Huiniang a lot of money, enough for her to live alone for five or six years.

But what he didn't expect was that not long after he returned to Yong'an Street, he met Qiao Huiniang again.

"To be precise, Qiao Huiniang came here after me." Dong Qingshan smiled wryly:

"At that time, I didn't even realize that something was wrong. She was a little girl in her early twenties, and she chased from that mountain to Yong'an Street. The distance of tens of kilometers took less than three days."

"Even if I take a carriage, it will take four days at the fastest, but she doesn't know where my home is, and it's a long way away, so she came after me."

Yitu's heart skipped a beat, "At that time, she was no longer human, right?"

Dong Qingshan nodded. After Xiaoyue died, he noticed something was wrong and asked someone to investigate.

Qiao Huiniang did die on the day he left the town, that night when there was a sudden rainstorm.

She chased Dong Qingshan's car for a long distance, and finally got lost in a deserted suburb.

"There are no people living in that wilderness, because bandits come down from the mountain from time to time to rob passers-by."

Dong Qingshan couldn't continue talking about this, and after a long pause, he said in a hoarse voice:

"Her body was seen by a peddler who happened to pass by."

The trader had a conscience, and felt that the death of such a good-looking young girl here would make the family members die of grief.

So he took Qiao Huiniang's body to a nearby town, gave some money and asked the staff to find out who lost their daughter.

But after a few days, the body was about to stink, and no one came to claim it.

The vendor had no choice but to just bury the person, but the body disappeared the next morning.

This incident scared the merchants a lot, and everyone in the small town still remembers such an incident.

Dong Qingshan found out about this matter with little effort.

The person who died was Qiao Huiniang who had come back to life.

"During the few days in a coma, that thing told me everything. It was indeed the one who brought Qiao Huiniang back to life."

"In the early years, it got a manual from a Taoist priest. Not only did it become a demon in advance, but it was also proficient in many crooked spirit spells."

The reason why Dong Qingshan married Qiao Huiniang because of his obsession with ghosts was because that thing was in the way.

If Ahri really knows a lot of spirit spells, then it can be explained why it can change into the appearance of others at will, and even come and go without a trace.

And most importantly, it deceives itself with spells, as long as it firmly believes that people without a heart can live, they can live forever.

Until this fact was exposed by Yitu.

Thinking of this, Yitu became a little curious about the content in the Taoist manual.

I don't know if it was brought here by Ari.Yitu had an idea in his mind.

But with so many people in the room at this time, he couldn't ask directly, so he had to find a chance to come over later.

At this moment, Steward Dong hurried in, and before he could speak, the people behind him rushed in.

"Help me, save me! I know some of you know how to catch ghosts!"

"I'm going to be killed by that bitch Du Jinyu!"

Yitu looked up, and that person was the second groom, Shao Feng, who looked panic-stricken and resentful.