Weak in affinity talent? Female ghosts are eager to give hints.

"Huff! Huff! Huff!"

Once Yunhan had been dragged away, Anlan shook off the villagers and hurriedly ran towards the village entrance.

Seeing the blood everywhere and the origami cranes scattered among the bloodstains, An Lan's heart sank: "So...so it really failed in the end?"

"Xiaohan..."

Her lips were pursed.

An Lan followed the trail of blood back to the original courtyard. His expression was complex as he walked heavily towards the courtyard...

......

"Buzzing—"

"Buzzing—"

the other side.

Mo Han, who had been hiding in the small house on the right, looked towards the door with a strange expression.

The fast-forward outside has stopped!

"Boom!"

The rain was pouring down, and the thunder in the sky illuminated the room in a blinding white light.

"Um?"

"Is this what An Lan meant by the end of the timeline?"

Curious, Mo Han stood up, about to go outside to see what was happening...

"Hey! Old Wang!"

"You son of a bitch! Your wife almost ran away! And you're still sleeping?!"

"Damn! Could it be that after Xiao Wang died, they're planning to create a second Xiao Wang?!"

Vulgar and low-class laughter came from outside the courtyard.

From the direction of the main house, a middle-aged man and woman hurriedly came out. When they saw Yunhan, covered in blood and with her neck crooked, the middle-aged man's expression turned strange.

"This guy..."

"It actually broke free of the coffin and ran away?"

"Does she really want to leave us that badly?"

"Pooh!"

"This is a burial village she can just leave whenever she wants? Outsiders are treated like we own the land! Do you think she can leave without the master's permission?! How many years has this little brat been here?"

"If you do the math, she's been to our village for ten years, so she must have come ten times already, right?"

"Every time I beat her until she breaks her bones, why doesn't this guy learn his lesson?"

The man spat dismissively and tossed Yunhan toward the middle-aged man: "What are we going to do? Bury her in a coffin now?"

"Tsk..."

"The coffin is broken, what's the point of burying it?"

"Didn't she like to run away? Get the village's cooking team! Burn her ashes and mine, let them mingle together! I want her to be by my son's side, serving him even in death!"

"She was my son's wife in life, and she will be in death!"

"Hey—Old Wang, that's a great idea!"

"Alright! I'll leave this to you guys! I need to go back and keep an eye on the village entrance!"

"Da da da—"

In the rain, two men carrying shovels walked away into the distance. After the middle-aged man returned to the main house, he must have made a phone call. Soon after, several people dressed in white approached from the east end of the village.

"Are you sure it was burned?"

The man in white, who was leading the group, asked the middle-aged man a question. The man nodded decisively: "Burn it! Burn it all! Burn this lowly servant's belongings too!"

"An ungrateful dog!"

"Hi--"

"That's how people in the city are; the more you treat him like that, the more he'll want to run away..."

"Tap tap tap—"

Amidst the conversation, the men in white separated, and a group of them dragged Yunhan's body towards the kitchen, along with the male corpse in the coffin...

Meanwhile, several men in white were walking towards the small house on the right!

Holy crap!

"Holy crap!!!"

"Didn't you say it would be fine to stay here?!"

"Fuck you! Fuck you!!!"

"I should have stayed with An Lan until the end!!!"

As the white-clad man approached from outside, Mo Han's right eyelid twitched violently. He wanted to hide, but the small room was only a dozen square meters, and one could see right to the bottom...

Trying to run away?

There are people everywhere outside!

"Damn it!!!"

Despair, helplessness, and despair.

Mo Han gritted her teeth and, before the men in white could even enter, bumped into one of them and ran wildly toward the courtyard gate!

"Oh shit!"

"What kind of rubbish 'dungeon' is this?!"

"No! I have to find An Lan! An Lan!!! An Lan, where are you?! You—"

"Clang—"

Before he could run two steps, Mo Han felt a weight on his head as a shovel was placed directly on his neck.

"Uh...uh..."

He turned his head and saw only a middle-aged man staring at him with a sinister expression: "I've heard... that outsiders have been coming to the village recently, but I never expected... that they would actually come to my old Wang's house!"

"chef!"

"Let's burn this too!"

"My son is downstairs, and we need a servant..."

"Hmm! That works too!"

"Thump—"

With his head spinning, Mo Han opened his mouth to explain something, but then he felt his limp body being pulled by a large hand, gradually dragged towards the kitchen on the left...

"Gurgle—"

A strong smell of alcohol wafted from him; the people in white seemed to have poured something on him.

Then!

"Crunch~ Crunch~"

Mo Han then witnessed the most terrifying scene of her life!

Those guys were sawing the male corpse and Yunhan's corpse!

"Teng—"

A new fire was lit in the old stove. The pieces of the corpse, covered with alcohol, burst into flames as soon as they were placed in the stove!

"Holy shit... Holy shit..."

"So...so that's why the scene of corpses in the kitchen during the feast was because of this...Holy crap!!!"

"Anlan! Anlan!!!"

"Bang!!!"

Mo Han tried to shout again, but it felt like something hit her head again, and she completely lost consciousness!

The heavy rain was still pouring down, and a wisp of smoke slowly rose from the Wang family's courtyard.

"Tap tap tap—"

Just outside the courtyard, An Lan rushed back in a great hurry.

Before he could even take a good look at the courtyard, the middle-aged man standing there spotted An Lan immediately: "Who?! Who are you?!"

A wary voice rang out, and three or four men in white rushed out of the kitchen, raising shovels and closing in on An Lan!

"Damn it! I finally caught you!"

"You're the idiot who was shaking the rattle drum in the middle of the night, aren't you?"

"Fine, fine—an outsider indeed! I'll break your legs and throw you onto the mountain path!"

"..."

Countless villagers were also emerging from the surrounding alleyways. An Lan felt a chill run down her spine, her face hardening; she knew she probably couldn't escape.

"say!"

"Who are you?! What are you doing here?!"

"you--"

Countless gleaming shovels reflected the cold light of the lightning. An Lan pursed her lips, about to close her eyes and face her death... but suddenly, her gaze fell upon the small house on her right...

He's got it!

He inexplicably thought of the words he had spoken to Mo Han before they parted ways!

"What did you say about my future self?"

"You said you seemed to be on someone's side?"

and many more!

[Future] I will not die!

The future is created by yourself in the present!

With a glint in her eyes, An Lan raised her hands high: "All eyes! All eyes on me! I have an announcement to make—"

"ah?!"

Immediately, everyone looked at An Lan in astonishment.

"I'm making an announcement—I'm on your side!"

"What?! You're in cahoots?! What nonsense are you spouting?! We've never seen anyone like you in our village!!!"

"Why--"

"Guess why I, all alone, would come to this godforsaken place?"

"I'm here to sell [goods]!"

"Goods? What goods?"

What do you all think?

"For children under 8 years old, it's 1 yuan! For children under 6 years old, it's 2 yuan!"

"hiss--"

After An Lan finished speaking, everyone who was holding a shovel silently put it down.

This guy actually knows something!

"wrong!"

"The person you're supposed to be in contact with in the village isn't you at all! Who are you, anyway?!"

The middle-aged man's gaze remained wary. An Lan shrugged. "Please... let's do business together... you see, I came to your village without any connections. Do you think I could find this place?"

"this..."

"Everyone! Sorry to wake you all! I was shaking the rattle drum to gather you all together! We're having a promotion now: buy two items and get 20% off!"

"If the village is short of wives, we can help!"

"Furthermore, we offer door-to-door delivery! Inspect the goods before you pay!"

"real?!"

"Your service is much better than that guy's!"

"..."

A few technical terms were enough to excite this group of rugged men from the mountain village. Especially a few older bachelors, who immediately grinned at An Lan!

"snort..."

Even if what you're saying is true!

"You are not allowed to leave the village until that guy comes!"

The middle-aged man persisted, but An Lan shrugged, nonchalantly walked into the courtyard, and sat down comfortably on a small mound: "Of course! I really am here to sell goods..."

"Otherwise, would I want to stay here with you?"

"If I weren't here to sell goods, an ordinary person would have run away in fear seeing you like this, right?"

"this..."

"Alright, alright!"

"Everyone, disperse!"

Seeing that An Lan walked in fearlessly, the middle-aged man waved his hand, and the crowd dispersed.

"Splash—"

The rain was still falling, and An Lan just kept watching the kitchen, where someone was busy doing something...

His eyes narrowed... He noticed several bloodstained origami cranes on the floor in the direction of the kitchen... His brows furrowed instantly, but he said nothing...

......

At the same time.

"Sizzle sizzle—"

"Sizzle sizzle—"

Mo Han, barely alive inside the stove, opened his eyes and finally saw An Lan appear.

But at that moment, he couldn't utter a word, though he did carefully hear the words, "I'm with you all..."

He couldn't help but let out a bitter laugh: "So... so this is what it means to be the only one left alive in the future..."

"Because I told you about the future..."

"Have you shaped the future...?"

"Anlan..."

"You're something else! No wonder you've managed to survive this long despite having an [E-rank talent]..."

"Ugh... Ugh!!!"

The raging flames engulfed Mo Han.

He stared at Yunhan's blood-stained head inside the stove, as if he had finally understood something: "So...so the main quest of this [dungeon]...is actually...actually..."

......

"Boom!"

Another thunderclap resounded in the courtyard.

Seeing that the atmosphere was just right, An Lan quickly walked towards the kitchen.

"Why?!"

"What are you doing?!"

The chef immediately blocked the doorway. An Lan smiled and patted him on the shoulder: "Don't worry...didn't I tell you? I'm with you guys..."

"I know what you've done without you having to tell me!"

"Here you go—"

"See those origami cranes over by the woodpile? Bring me a few! I'm bored, I want to fold some for fun!"

"Oh? You have this hobby?"

"Of course! People in town say that if you fold a thousand paper cranes, you can make a wish!"

"Pshaw! I don't believe it!"

The chef, though feigning disdain, picked up a few origami cranes from the ground and casually stuffed them into his pocket. An Lan took the cranes from him, and a long-lost solemn voice inexplicably rang in her ears.

[Important Item: The 1000th Paper Crane (Obtained)]

[The 1000th origami crane: It seems to have a place it's going to, you know that, don't you?]

Among a pile of origami cranes, a red origami crane stained with blood unexpectedly caught the eye.

An Lan slowly opened it...

A line of words written in blood was clearly visible on the origami crane: "Mom and Dad... I want to go home..."