Lucky billion players, you've never seen one before / I can accumulate my own luck

Previously, based on the inference that "the people of Hongcun are ghosts," they made many guesses about the rules and characteristics of ghosts in traditional ghost stories.

Some of these conditions include being unable to eat or sleep.

“They can’t eat.” Fan Xiao replied, “Mealtime has long passed, and none of the villagers I’m monitoring have eaten.”

"Damn! These rules are insidious!" You Guo cursed. "Taking a bottle of water or some food from the storage space is perfectly normal. Such a simple action can lead to death... This place is truly twisted!"

“No, you’re overestimating the strength of the umbrella monster,” Fan Xiao shook his head and said, “It won’t be fatal.”

"Tens of thousands!" the wolf retorted. "Why not? Can you handle tens of thousands of monsters at the same time?"

Fan Xiao smiled but did not respond to that statement.

They seemed very mysterious.

Owen reminded everyone, "It's getting dark, we need to get started."

“Yes, we need to take action now, lest we really be besieged by tens of thousands of monsters.” Fan Xiao nodded: “We don’t need to go to the village chief’s house. As the village chief, that guy might have some privileges. In some aspects of his behavior, he might not have to be the same as the other villagers. There is a certain risk in imitating the village chief.”

"The game hint says 'follow the rules that all villagers follow,' so the village chief should be no exception, right?" Canglang asked.

“You’re right,” Fan Xiao said with a smile. “Then why don’t you go to the village chief’s house?”

"..."

The wolf remained silent.

At a time like this, she naturally wouldn't do anything unconventional; she had just asked casually to get some answers.

After all, this guy in front of them seemed to know everything.

Unfortunately, the other party had no intention of answering her questions.

Fan Xiao squatted down, picked up a dead tree branch from the ground, tossed it into the air, and watched as the branch fell, its tip pointing in one direction.

He said, "Alright, let's go to that one."

He pointed to the tiled house at the end of the branch.

……

White Village.

Tanya and the others, who had split up to explore the map, reunited before the agreed time arrived.

After realizing that Mongo and the burly male player had not arrived, the six of them split up again and searched the village.

The result, naturally, was that not a single hair was found.

"The village is only so big, people can't just suddenly disappear, they... there's a high chance something happened to them!"

After the second reunion, Su said with a slightly gloomy expression.

"I haven't found their bodies or bloodstained, tattered clothes in the village," Jane said. "Time is limited, and we haven't searched many areas. Perhaps if we keep searching, we can find them?"

“No need to look anymore!” Tanya made the decision: “They must have accidentally broken some rule and are already dead.”

"Dead... This place is too dangerous!"

The male player who had been keeping quiet all along finally couldn't hold back any longer. His face turned quite grim as he said, "We've only been here for less than half a day! In less than half a day, almost half of us have already been wiped out! Can we really stay in this godforsaken place any longer? Maybe... we should go stay in the mist and survive for seven days to clear the game. I feel like White Village is a complete trap!"

"Once you understand the rules, it's no longer a trap."

Tanya guessed, "After we separated, there was no change in the weather. Mongo and the other person were traveling in a team, so they certainly wouldn't have deliberately gotten separated. They didn't die in a known crisis."

"Hmm... Mongo is a cannibal player, and the other one looks pretty reckless. These two together... I guess they might have threatened the villagers here to gather intelligence, which is why this happened."

"Could anyone really be that stupid?" Su asked doubtfully.

"Darkness is imminent, we're in dire straits, we can't see the road ahead, anyone would gamble and try anything in desperation."

Tanya showed no surprise: "I had considered threatening the villagers to tell the truth before, but it was just a verbal and physical threat, which shouldn't constitute an act of aggression... Now it seems I was being a bit naive!"

Shaking her head, she reminded everyone, "Alright, let's hurry up and choose..."

She looked at the nearest thatched hut ahead and said, "That one."

After making the arrangements, she turned her gaze to the male player who had remained silent and taciturn, and another middle-aged man with thinning hair, and asked with a frown, "Why are you wearing these things?"

Both of them had a thick white cloth wrapped around their heads.

The silent man replied, "Most of the villagers in Bai Village wear white cloths and participate in the funeral. This is one of the commonalities among the villagers. You should also find a white cloth to wear."

"I advise you to take them off!" Tanya said seriously. "Think carefully back to the third hint in the game. We need the identity of the 'deceased.' If you wear white cloth, it's like you're living people wearing mourning clothes for the 'deceased.'"

Although she also wanted to figure out what would happen after wearing mourning clothes for the dead, and whether it would be safer?

But out of humanitarian concern, she still reminded the two of something.

According to her guess, only by obtaining the identity of the "deceased" could she have a chance to pass the level quickly.

The middle-aged man with thinning hair shook his head: "This is a decision we made after careful consideration."

"You guys...forget it."

Seeing this, Tanya gave up trying to persuade them, but only reminded them, "There are villagers in Bai Village who don't wear white cloth. Wearing mourning clothes is not a common feature among them. You should be careful."

"According to you, those who don't wear them are dead people! Dead people... who knows what will happen to them afterward?"

The silent man sincerely suggested, "I advise you to wear them too, just in case something happens. The people of Bai Village have survived here for so long, so imitating their behavior is definitely not a mistake."

That's how the disagreement arose.

Fortunately, this disagreement will not affect tonight's operation.

Tanya stopped dwelling on the matter and led the way toward the chosen thatched hut.

The other five followed closely behind her.

As darkness fell, visibility decreased, and things became increasingly lower.

Tanya brought up the panel and glanced at the time: 7:30 PM.

As Tanya approached the thatched hut, she peered through the half-open door and was surprised to find that the owner of the house was, coincidentally, the very same villager she had questioned since entering the village that afternoon—the old woman and her young granddaughter.

at the same time.

A night breeze blew, and the peach trees surrounding the old Ghost Goddess Temple began to sway.

The tangled branches of numerous peach trees cast crisscrossing shadows under the moonlight.

These shadows wriggled like snakes, spreading outwards.

A moment later, Mongo’s upper body emerged from the shadows and was propelled forward by the extended shadows.

Once outside the thatched hut where Tanya and the others were, Mongo crawled out of the shadows, stood up, and a strange smile appeared on his lips.

Gradually, his smile turned into panic, and anxiety appeared on his face as he reached out and pounded on the door.

bang, bang, bang...

Chapter 542 I came in since no one was here.

To Tanya and her group's surprise, the old woman and her granddaughter inside the thatched hut did not show any surprise at their visit.

The two ignored them completely, kneeling on the ground with their heads slightly bowed, standing devoutly as if they were worshipping some deity.

Under the light of the oil lamp, the shadows of the grandmother and granddaughter on the ground swayed erratically, giving off an eerie feeling if you looked at them for too long.

Tanya glanced in the direction where the two were kneeling and found a small shrine in front of them. Inside the shrine was a clay sculpture of a human figure with graceful and alluring curves, and a body shape that leaned towards that of a woman.

The clay sculpture is dressed in a very well-fitting deep red wedding dress, with a red veil covering its head, making it look like a bride about to get married.

Could this be the Ghost Queen?

Tanya seemed to be deep in thought.

Below the shrine, three incense sticks were burning quietly in the incense burner.

Behind Tanya, a middle-aged male player with sparse hair was about to ask something when Tanya suddenly stopped him with a gesture.

Tanya put her index finger to her lips, making a shushing gesture, and then pointed at the old woman and her granddaughter's faces.

Everyone looked over and noticed that the grandmother and granddaughter's faces were covered in something black, as if they had been smeared with black paint. Under the dim oil lamp, it gave them a creepy and frightening feeling.

Tanya observed the ground and found a lot of incense ash scattered on it. After a moment's thought, she no longer hesitated, took a few steps forward, reached out and grabbed a handful of incense ash from the basin in front of the shrine, quickly smeared it on her face, and instantly turned from a "fair-faced" to a "dark-faced" one.

Then, she knelt on the ground, mimicking the posture of her grandmother and granddaughter, closed her eyes, and devoutly offered sacrifices.

Seeing this, Su and the others followed suit, smearing incense ash on their faces, closing their eyes, and kneeling to worship.

The eight people huddled together in the thatched hut, none of them making a sound; the atmosphere was oppressive and deathly silent.

A short while later, a loud banging on the door suddenly came from outside.

Thud, thud, thud...!

"come out faster!"

"Never stay with the villagers!"

"They're all ghosts! All ghosts!"

Anxious shouts rang out from outside the door, reaching everyone's ears.

That's Mongo's voice!?

The voice seemed to possess a magical power, greatly evoking emotional resonance and making Tanya and the others somewhat restless.

What's going on...!?

Mongo isn't dead?

All six players felt an urge to open their eyes and turn their heads to look at the door.

Fortunately, the impulse wasn't particularly strong, and all six of them managed to restrain themselves in time.

"Could it be the monster that disguised itself as Tanya at the village entrance during the day to lure me into the village?"

Apart from Tanya, all the other players had this idea.

For a moment, everyone chose to ignore the shouts.

"Don't stay inside! It's dangerous!"

"come out faster!"

"It's safest to go into the fog at night!"

The shouts from outside the door continued.

The emotional resonance among the crowd grew stronger, and they gradually began to doubt the true identities of the grandmother and granddaughter inside the house.

What if...they really are ghosts?

Fortunately, the anxious shouts stopped quickly, and everyone recovered from being affected.

Meanwhile, outside the door, after banging on the door and shouting proved ineffective, Mengo's anxious expression faded, replaced by a strange smile.

His body seemed to have no physical form, passing directly through the door and into the thatched hut.

Seeing the eight people kneeling in worship, he squatted down and took the lead in approaching Tanya.

He brought his face close to Tanya's, less than twenty centimeters away, and looked at her with malice.

Soon, Mongo's appearance began to change, his body became thinner and thinner, and within seconds he looked like Sue.

Then, "Su" let out a scream, the sound ringing directly in Tanya's ears: "Captain! Help...help me!!"

Tanya's brows furrowed immediately.

The sound in her ear startled her, and she almost opened her eyes.

However, she eventually held back.

"This damn thing actually got into the house...!?"

"Is Su calling for help? Or is this thing faking it?"

Tanya was uncertain about the situation and began to feel anxious.

Faced with the possibility that her best friend might be in trouble, she couldn't calm down at all.

Fortunately, she forced herself to maintain a rational mindset and never interrupted the worship ceremony.

The fact that the grandmother and granddaughter remained completely silent speaks volumes.