Draw an NPC ID card at the beginning of the game [unlimited]

When Qi Wuyuan fell into deep thought, time passed unknowingly.

Players stay in their coffins, in extreme silence and darkness, as if they are the only one left in the world.

Self-doubt and a strong sense of loneliness take the opportunity to flood the player's heart.

Li Quan sensed that something was wrong, he forced himself to divert his attention, and began to think about the strangeness of this dungeon.

While thinking, he couldn't help worrying about Zhao Jinming and Wang Xuelai.

I don't know if the two newcomers can resist the mental pressure.

It would be nice to give him one alive!

Li Quan polished the time in a wild way, unable to count whether it was a few minutes or a few 10 minutes, and the terrible silence finally came to an end.

Li Quan thought he was hallucinating when he heard a very small voice.

It wasn't until the sound of running water that could be heard in his ears grew louder that Li Quan realized it.

——They left that ridiculously weird place!

In an instant, a surge of joy welled up in his heart.

Feel it carefully, the invisible sense of oppression shrouded in the top of the head has completely disappeared.

Even in the face of the dark ghost besieging him, Li Quan felt that he was okay again.

He hurriedly wanted to open the coffin, but found that he couldn't open it no matter what.

"Hey, what's going on?"

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Qi Wuyuan curled up in the coffin lying on his side, his consciousness gradually blurred.

After his Yin Qi was exhausted, his physique declined rapidly, and he returned to his previous bad state.

After coming to the conclusion that there was a problem with the dungeon time, Qi Wuyuan gradually felt tired, his brain was hot, but his body was abnormally cold to death, even the pain from the wound on his back was so cold that he felt numb.

Under the alternation of cold and heat, Qi Wuyuan couldn't even carry out simple analysis and thinking, and his reaction gradually slowed down.

He slowly fell into a semi-conscious state.

"Village Chief, someone has starved to death again..."

Qi Wuyuan faintly heard a strange voice in the blur.

The coffin lid, which was originally tightly covered, shook a few times, and the shaking became more and more violent. With a sound of "stab--", a small gap was automatically shaken open.

The darkness in the sky waited for an opportunity, and all of them rushed towards Qi Wuyuan.

More and more voices appeared in Qi Wuyuan's mind, talking non-stop.

"It hasn't rained in the village for three years, someone must have offended the mountain god!"

"Nonsense, everyone in the village has been doing things according to their duties, how could they offend Lord Mountain God?"

"Then tell me, we don't make fewer sacrifices every year, but it didn't rain for three years. It's not because someone made the mountain god angry, but what else!"

"The son of the village chief happened to come back from studying three years ago. I heard that he caused trouble outside and came back to hide..."

"Sister-in-law Chen, you know a lot, come up with a solution!"

"Okay, okay, don't worry, I'll do the math first, and see if the mountain god is angry."

Qi Wuyuan closed his eyes, frowned, and slept very restlessly.

[What's going on with these voices, I can't stand the mental pollution when I hear them! ]

[Ahhh, I can't bear it anymore, I'll go back to the live broadcast room first. ]

[Look at the anchor's coffin lid flying, the anchor is waking up, it's so dangerous. ]

[The anchor may die if he doesn't wake up. ]

[I feel that the host should not be able to wake up, and the audience is uncomfortable to hear the sound... This is a kind of mental pollution. ]

A lot of resentment, sadness, anger and other emotions poured out towards Qi Wuyuan.

The cramps of hunger burning through his stomach.

Qi Wuyuan was so crushed that he couldn't breathe at all.

Countless voices continued to explode in his head.

"Sister-in-law Chen, have you figured it out?"

"Oh, I figured it out. It's not that the mountain god is angry. The mountain god said that he ran out of mana and couldn't protect us."

"What should I do?"

"What to do, what to do, what to do, what to do..."

So hungry.

So hungry, so hungry, so hungry that I lost my mind.

"The mana is gone, can't we help the mountain god to create mana!"

"Create, how do you say to make it!?"

"Isn't it okay to be angry?"

"correct."

"Dead! Haha, the sacrifice was successful, and Chen Ye is indeed dead!"

The tone of fear was mixed with joy that could not be concealed.

"The wedding was successful...wait a minute, the evil spirit didn't come out successfully."

"Chen Ye has become a new mountain god—"

"Run!"

Run, run, run, run...

The speed of speech is getting faster and faster, Qi Wuyuan can no longer realize what the words in his mind mean.

All that remains is a bunch of gurgling noises heard after talking too fast.

very noisy.

Qi Wuyuan felt a burst of pain in his temples, but he couldn't even do the most basic and simple act of raising his hand to touch his forehead.

His body was getting heavier and heavier.

stop...

The wanton intrusion of spiritual oppression finally came to the bottom of Qi Wuyuan's spiritual world.

At this time, all other things in Qi Wuyuan's mind were completely destroyed.

The disgusting black dirt tried to completely sweep Qi Wuyuan's spiritual world.

Until the layer of deliberate shackles was lifted, and one entered Qi Wuyuan's deepest heart—the abyss.

The strong ghost energy was nourished in it, and hundreds of terrifying ghosts looked at the overwhelming black dirt at the same time.

【Get out】

The indescribably terrifying voice treated the overwhelmed and accidentally entered ants without any emotion.

After hearing the voice, hundreds of ghosts imprisoned in the abyss shrank obediently in place.

The unreachable unknown gathers in the spiritual bottom, and the tip of the iceberg is briefly revealed.

The domineering oppression in the mountain temple instantly turned into a joke, and he quickly exited the abyss with horror, seeking advantages and avoiding disadvantages, sweeping away all the invading and affecting Qi Wuyuan's coercion.

The screen in the live broadcast room froze for a second, but the audience didn't notice.

Qi Wuyuan didn't know anything, he could only feel that the original swelling pain gradually subsided, the noisy and irritable voice gradually slowed down, and fewer and fewer people spoke in his mind.

Qi Wuyuan only heard two sentences at the end.

"Sister-in-law Chen, I also saw that you were very pitiful, A Yuan, so I went to help you talk about relatives. Do you know Xiaoye? The only son of the village chief's family!"

"Bride...Bride..."

Qi Wuyuan opened his heavy eyelids, only feeling that he fell asleep, and incidentally had a nightmare that exhausted him physically and mentally.

There is a clear sound of running water in his ears, and he has come to another place.

Qi Wuyuan knew that what happened just now was certainly not a dream, and he remembered very clearly what the villagers said in his mind.

Qi Wuyuan touched his back and found that the wounds on it had all healed, and the whole back was very smooth to the touch, and Qi Wuyuan didn't even feel the scars.

He inexplicably recovered.

No, not out of nowhere.

Qi Wuyuan let out a foul breath: "No way..."

He said in a low voice: "It's agreed that I will only rely on myself."

Qi Wuyuan seemed to have heard some response, frowned and muttered: "No, that's different."

He fell into an inexplicable state, stubbornly arguing with invisible people.

"You leave me alone."

"You are not me, don't represent my desire to survive."

"...All right, let's not take this as an example."

[The anchor is not dead! !He didn't die! ]

[But what is the anchor talking to himself? ]

[Why does the anchor look crazy. ]

[Shouldn't the anchor be crazy? ]

The feared situation on the barrage did not appear.

Qi Wuyuan's soliloquy didn't last long before he was interrupted.

At this moment, Qi Wuyuan's back didn't hurt anymore, and his body didn't have a fever anymore, and he recovered completely.

He was lying in the coffin, arguing and talking to himself, and had no intention of getting out of the coffin.

The sound of the river grew louder.

Suddenly a human face emerged from the coffin lid, facing Qi Wuyuan who was lying below, first the human face, followed by the torso and limbs protruding downward from the coffin lid.

"You took my place."

One of the eyes on the human face was fixed in the eye frame, and most of the rotting body appeared in the coffin with the stench of rotting corpses.

"This is my house, you occupy my house for no reason, do you want to pay me rent?"

As the mouth opened and closed, some flesh fell off the cheeks of the human face.

Qi Wuyuan turned sideways to avoid it in disgust.

"Finished?"

He endured the stench and asked.

The rotting corpse was stunned for a moment, it didn't expect that this human being was not afraid of him.

"Take a good look at who I am."

Qi Wuyuan exerted force with his hands, and at some point in his body, the abundant Yin Qi gathered again.

The rotting corpse that hadn't completely escaped from the coffin struggled to move the eyes hanging from the eye sockets, and finally saw clearly the person lying in his coffin: "Ah, Ah Yuan!"

Dreaming also has its benefits.

Although almost mentally suppressed.

Qi Wuyuan showed a nasty smile: "Get lost?"

"I'm going, I'm going!"

Among the villagers in the whole village, the most indebted person is the groom.

The second one owed is the bride who was tricked into getting married.

When the rotting corpses were vying for the right to use their own coffins, no matter how vicious the rotting corpses were, they fell silent.

The rotting corpse that huddled into a ball immediately disappeared from the coffin lid, and shrank back again.

If it weren't for the rotting smell that hadn't dissipated, the appearance of the carrion would probably be regarded as an illusion.

Logically, the bride would have died long ago.

The rotting corpse regarded him as a ghost, a ghost with higher grievances and more power.

Qi Wuyuan was poked at a strange point of laughter, his chest trembling constantly.

It's so refreshing to feel inappropriate for the first time.

There is no emotional ups and downs, a face that has always been expressionless, suddenly amused, like the snow melted from the clear snow mountain, sweet and precious, vivid and beautiful, people can't take their eyes off at all.

[prprpr ah, it looks so good! ]

[I hate that the live broadcast room can't immediately go back and take a screenshot! ! ]

[Tsk tsk tsk, routines, these are all routines of the little boy. ]

[It looks good and can be eaten as a meal. ]

Qi Wuyuan just smiled, and the rewards he got would be almost the same as when he confronted the boss head-on.

At this time, Qi Wuyuan has received 2315 point rewards scattered and scattered.

Although [-] points were tipped from Ruan Xiaoxiao.

The system didn't report, so Qi Wuyuan didn't know the situation in the live broadcast room. After laughing enough, he wiped the physiological tears from the corners of his eyes and kicked the coffin away in disgust.

There is a river outside.

This is where the dark river flows from the underground to the surface.

This river was also the one they crossed when they went to the village on the first day.

Qi Wuyuan saw coffins being pushed away one after another, and the rotting corpses that appeared in the coffins walked into the river one after another.