I Kill Gods in Escape Game

Chapter 95 The Bad Guy Lin Yuan
"Why are you in Nancheng District?" Xue Chenguang asked in a daze.

The South City area is where the indigenous people live. Players should not appear here, unless they are a few people who have connections with the Inquisition.

For example, some high-level members of the Star Guild, and the special visitors from the Sun and Moon Cities.

Ms. Jin is in the City of Stars. She met him a few days ago. Now she is at most an explorer.

Lin Yuan showed the blue-purple crescent-shaped key hanging on his finger, which was shining brightly: "The original key."

"And, I lied to you in the dungeon. My name is Lin Yuan."

"A forest of two trees, a plain of wasteland."

"What are you doing?"

Lin Yuan raised his eyes and looked at Xue Chenguang.

There was little color left on Xue Chenguang's face, his expression was dim, and his hands holding the wooden box were trembling slightly. Lin Yuan's eyes naturally moved down and he saw the gray-white photo on the surface of the wooden box.

A peaceful and kind face, with wrinkles left by the years growing on it.

Lin Yuan immediately recognized that this was the mother of the Xue siblings, Aunt Xue, whom he had met once before.

What's going on? Aunt Xue is dead?
Memories welled up in Lin Yuan's eyes, and he suddenly remembered the day he returned Xue Qing's belongings.

She originally thought it was just a small matter of picking up something, but she didn't expect it would take a lot of trouble to retrieve the relic from the South District Court.

Afterwards, when I met Aunt Xue, although I didn't tell her that Xue Qing was dead, my poor performance...

Aunt Xue probably guessed it a long time ago.

The sacrifice of the daughter of the Inquisition means that an old woman living in poverty has lost her main source of income and spiritual support.

Lin Yuan could almost imagine how an old man with shattered hopes would die in depression.

She lowered her eyes, her gaze unfathomable, and thought.

"Does this count as me bringing back news of one person's death, and indirectly taking away another person?"

Lin Yuan moved his lowered fingers and spoke in a formal manner:
"Condolences."

Xue Chenguang was silent for a while, then tightened his grip on the wooden box, and a color photo fell out.

Seeing that Xue Chenguang was emotionally unstable and his hands were not convenient to use.

Lin Yuan simply bent down to pick up the small photo that had fallen on the ground and glanced at it casually.

——The photo shows a young and beautiful woman and a handsome man who is obviously dressed like a gamer.

The Xue siblings are not very old, but the last time Lin Yuan saw Aunt Xue, the aboriginal seemed to be an old woman in her sixties or seventies.

Looking at Aunt Xue's beautiful face in the photo again, Lin Yuan understood for the first time that someone could age so quickly.

She picked up the photo, handed it to Xue Chenguang, and heard a very faint "thank you".

Thinking that death is the greatest thing, Lin Yuan didn't want to expose other people's sad stories. He swallowed the words "Your mother was so beautiful when she was young" that he wanted to say, and changed his words:

"...Xue Chenguang, where are you going next?"

The silent Xue Chenguang finally spoke: "South District Cemetery."

What else do you go to a cemetery for? To bury your family, of course.

Lin Yuan paused, thinking that it was amazing that a simple question like his could touch people's heart.

Xue Chenguang didn't care about these things. He held the wooden box and walked towards a mountain.

Lin Yuan thought for a moment and thought that this family and she were really destined to be together. Although they would never meet again in the future, she still wanted to catch up with them to see the ending.

At least Lin Yuan had never experienced witnessing a person being buried.

She is the kind of person who enjoys watching the fun and no matter how much trouble it causes.

It was difficult to talk about this magical idea with the person involved, so Lin Yuan chased Xue Chenguang without saying a word, following him a few steps behind. Xue Chenguang neither stopped nor looked back, as if he acquiesced.

After walking for more than ten minutes, the South District Cemetery finally appeared in front of us.

The cemetery is built on a hill and is divided into different levels according to height, with a long staircase connecting the levels.

Lin Yuan watched Xue Chenguang hand over a large sum of money to the cemetery owner before he was allowed to enter the cemetery.

Lin Yuan was walking behind and was stopped by the boss.

“You have to pay to visit the cemetery, and there’s another price for burying someone else.”

Looking at Xue Chenguang who had already walked away, Lin Yuan shamelessly pointed at Xue Chenguang's back and said, "That person has already paid for me."

"The death of his relatives has something to do with me."

The boss muttered, "What does the player have to do with us?", but still let go of the fence with some doubt.

Lin Yuan chased after him and walked up about a hundred steps. He thought that this was a place to bury a person, not to ascend to heaven, so why build the cemetery so high?
She saw Xue Chenguang place the wooden box in front of an empty grave and put his hands in a praying gesture.

A gravekeeper wearing a straw hat appeared silently and roared:
"Get out of here!"

The target of that roar was obviously not Lin Yuan.

She turned her eyes away and stared at the scene curiously.

Xue Chenguang was yelled at, but his expression didn't change at all, as if he was used to it.

He lowered the wooden box into the pit and carefully closed the tomb.

The gravekeeper's angry expression gradually cooled, and finally turned into helplessness, and he sighed unwillingly.

"Chen Guang, I advised you to bury your mother somewhere else, sever ties with your player father, withdraw from the Tribunal from now on, and live a peaceful life. Why didn't you listen?"

A trace of sadness flashed across Xue Chenguang's face, and underneath the sadness was a bottomless hatred and anger: "I won't accept this."

"My mother's hometown is in the South District. Although the memories are not good, the South District is also my hometown, my only hometown."

"My father's death was inevitable, but the hard life we ​​have been through in recent years is all due to them."

"You want me to abandon my current identity as a judge player and live a peaceful life waiting to be harvested by fate. How can I agree to that?"

The gravekeeper's face was filled with anger: "What's the point of being unwilling? Being a player is a dead end. Your father is a player, your sister is a player..."

The gravekeeper pointed his finger at Xue Chenguang, and the finger trembled slightly, obviously extremely angry: "... Even you in the near future, will be the same."

Xue Chenguang remained silent.

He knew that the gravekeeper was the only person here who sympathized with him and hoped that he would have a good ending.

His sister died. With his sister's previous military exploits, he could apply to withdraw from the Tribunal, give up his identity as a trial player, and never have to face the dangers in the dungeon again.

If Xue Chenguang changed his name from then on, he could still continue to live as a native in the huge South City District.

...But everything he experienced in the Tribunal would be completely obliterated into increasingly distant memories along with his choice.

Just then, a slightly sarcastic laugh sounded.

"After seeing the wonderful world of players, how could I return to the South District and become an ordinary NPC?"

"Give me a chance to be a player. I would rather die in glory than be an NPC in obscurity."

Lin Yuan stepped forward with a smile, and glanced at Xue Chenguang meaningfully.

"If you have a grudge to take, you must take revenge. If you are unwilling to do so, you must conquer the things that make you unwilling."

The evil in his bones was inadvertently released, and an expectation grew in Lin Yuan's heart.

——She doesn't mind making the court a little messy.

(End of this chapter)