I Kill Gods in Escape Game

Chapter 79: Forest Ghost 7
A player died just like that, and no one knew what happened to the people who stayed in the cabin.

But Lin Yuan knew that if they went to the cemetery and did not kill the ghost, the ending would not be much better than Qiu Xie's.

"Qiu Xie... is dead?" Yuan Fang, who arrived later, stared blankly at the body on the tree. He was stunned for a moment, "Lin Yuan, we have to get his body here."

A hint of reluctance flashed across Lin Yuan's brows.

Is she a good person if she collects other people's bodies for no reason?
"Xiao Lin, the plot props are with Qiu Xie."

"Oh." Lin Yuan replied, "I'll find a way to collect his body right now."

His eyes scanned the surroundings.

The rain was pouring down, the cold wind was howling, the water was rushing, and the river water carrying mud and sand was getting bigger and bigger.

She stood on the shore, four or five meters away from the dead tree in the middle of the stream.

Lin Yuan's eyes darkened.

She couldn't swim, so that was the first thing to rule out.

"Squeak-"

The branch that trapped the body made a crisp sound, and a crack began to spread from the connection between the branch and the trunk.

Qiu Xie's body poured into the surging water, and along the swaying branches, it seemed as if he would fall into the river at any time.

Yuan Fang's face changed and he lost his voice: "If the plot props fall into the river..."

Then they will never be found again.

Thinking about the life-and-death escape in the cemetery, and the difficulty in obtaining the plot clues, the next step is interrupted here.

Yuan Fang felt a strong sense of unwillingness.

The collection of clues is related to the evaluation of the final settlement, and also to the intelligence of monsters in the dungeon.

If Shi Lu hadn't known about the Cemetery Ghost's mental shock properties, he wouldn't have used the properties to release the control immediately.

Then Yuan Fang should have died in the cemetery at that time.

Thinking back on this, Yuan Fang's face turned pale.

"Kacha——"

The branch broke completely and Qiu Xie's body fell suddenly from a great height.

There were violent splashes of water, and dead branches fell into the water first.

At this moment, a metal claw shot straight from the shore and pierced deeply into Qiu Xie's heart.

The sharp five fingers pierced through Qiu Xie's ribs. After grasping the target, the five fingers came together, and the long claws even poked out from Qiu Xie's back, showing a gesture of "never letting go until death."

It also blocked the water flow from carrying away Qiu Xie's body.

The silver iron claws tightly grasped the corpse, and a long chain was tied at the connection of the five fingers. The chain spanned the river, and the end was firmly grasped by Lin Yuan's hand.

[Item name: Drinking Blood]

[Effect Update: All the blood it sucks will not be converted into experience points, but into the owner's vitality]

[New effect: You can control its appearance, it no longer needs to be a short dagger]

Even though Lin Yuan was very strong, he was not strong enough to compete with the forces of nature.

The iron claws formed by the blood-drinking claws grabbed Qiu Xie's body, but the water flow was strong and the mud was slippery, and Lin Yuan was actually carried forward a few inches by the drifting body.

"Lin Yuan!"

Seeing this, Yuan Fang hurried over to help.

"Back off!"

Lin Yuan yelled, holding on to the chains tightly with both hands and refusing to let go, his ankles already submerged in the mud.

Perhaps she was just one step away and would have fallen into the turbulent river.

Her hands were bleeding from the friction of the iron chain. Lin Yuan knew clearly that if she couldn't stop the body from falling, then one more Yuan Fang or one less Yuan Fang would not affect the result. At the other end of the chain, the Blood Drinker was madly absorbing the blood from the body, and the red light flashing on his five fingers was covered by the blood.

The power transformed from blood continuously flowed into Lin Yuan's hands. She thought about it and suddenly raised the chain, making a motion like swinging a pole.

Qiu Xie's body was thrown up, and the moment it was out of the water, Lin Yuan grabbed the chain and swung it behind him.

Qiu Xie's body was like a fish bitten by a hook and was thrown back to the shore.

"Let's go back first!"

Lin Yuan grabbed Qiu Xie by the neck and brought him back to the hunter's lodge, with Yuan Fang following behind.

The wooden door of the hut slammed shut, Qiu Xie opened his mouth, and a bunch of twisted and tangled seaweed fell out.

Lin Yuan pulled apart the tangled mass of water plants, and inside was a glittering piece of glass.

[Plot props: Fragments of my son’s memories]

Seeing a player's body being brought back, Shi Lu subconsciously took two steps back, with a barely perceptible tremor in his movements.

The three players in the hut stared at the piece of glass, and Lin Yuan read it first.

All kinds of confusion, incomprehension, and intense sadness swept over me.

There seemed to be a hint of respect hidden in that sadness.

Movie-like scenes flashed quickly through my mind.

Lin Yuan saw a boy growing up amidst the ridicule and bullying of other children in the same village because his mother was a crazy person known to everyone in the village.

Lin Yuan was silent for a moment.

…There was a discrepancy between the son’s memories and the hunter’s.

In the son's memory, his mother was already a lunatic when he was very young.

The hunter loves his wife and his two children very much. The brother and sister are good kids in the village. They have good grades and have become the rare college students in the village.

But my son was never happy. Even in that era, when being a college student was almost a symbol of a bright future, his heart was still confused and painful.

He had heard of his grandmother, who was a hardworking and capable woman, but she suddenly became crazy in her twenties and died early.

...His mother also went crazy during this period.

The seeds of doubt were planted, and my son became increasingly depressed, thinking almost all the time:

"Will I become a madman someday?"

He was taciturn and watched his father trying his best to maintain the happy family. His mother always knocked over the bowl, but his father would just clean up the broken pieces and then patiently feed his mother.

My younger sister is always frightened and cries because of our moody mother, and my father will gently comfort her after he has finished everything.

What a happy picture, a happiness that a person tries hard to hide.

He kept the truth silent until one day, his mind became increasingly confused and his temper became increasingly violent.

It was almost inevitable that he was becoming more and more like his mother.

He dropped out of school and returned home. Looking at his father's busy, gradually old and hunched back, he felt alternating feelings of sadness, sympathy and inexplicable hatred.

Hatred shouldn't be his emotion, but he couldn't avoid it.

Sometimes the son had nightmares about himself killing his father.

When he woke up in a cold sweat, he knew that he was not far from going crazy.

Hunters’ hunting ability is declining, and it has become a question whether they can support a family.

He knew that his family conditions were not good and his father was a very stubborn man.

He was afraid that he would do what happened in his nightmare. On a rainy night, the boundary between dreams and reality blurred. He walked out of the house and sank forever to the bottom of the muddy river with swaying water plants, never to get out again.

——The body sank, just like his silence for the past twenty years.

(End of this chapter)