Chapter 493: Vigil in Progress
This time not only the tattooed man was dumbfounded, but also the other players around him.
Shit, isn't this a bit too much? Is this to get rid of bad luck or to take their lives?
The tattooed man reacted and immediately yelled, "Damn it, you guys want to poison me?"
The next second, the candlelight in the ancestral hall suddenly turned into a dark green.
All the villagers turned to look at the tattooed man at the same time, their necks spinning a full 180 degrees with a teeth-grinding crackling sound.
The tattooed man stopped cursing abruptly. He looked at the NPC stiffly: "No... I... I..."
Through the scene just now, Xiao Jin happened to see that they all had a second face on the back of their heads—a pale, featureless flat surface.
"Those who are disrespectful...will be expelled from the ancestral hall..." The village chief's voice suddenly turned into a mixture of men and women.
The tattooed man's body suddenly twitched, and he was horrified to find that his shadow was twisting and deforming on the ground, as if his limbs were being pulled by invisible hands.
With a "swish" sound, his shadow peeled off from the ground and dragged his real body into the dark night outside the door.
"Help...Gurgle..." His cries for help gradually turned into choking coughs like drowning, and a large amount of black water flowed out of his nose and ears.
The next second after flying out of the ancestral hall, the side quest on the tattooed man's panel showed "failed". After all, the quest required that all players could not leave the ancestral hall during the quest.
So, under the gaze of all the players, the tattooed man's body was submerged in the black water little by little, until it was assimilated and disappeared, leaving only a set of wet clothes in its place.
The ancestral hall returned to silence.
This time, the villagers' target was no longer the tattooed man, but the other players.
Xiao Jin looked at the porcelain bowl filled with "talisman water" in front of her. Her indifferent face was reflected in the water, as well as the dark figure clinging closely to her back.
Seeing this, Xiao Jin picked up the bowl.
Since there is no way to avoid it, then drink it! The others did the same thing.
Under the gaze of the NPC, Xiao Jin picked up the bowl and drank it all. However, when the liquid was about to reach her mouth, Xiao Jin secretly smuggled it into the space, and she also simulated the action of swallowing.
But after a moment, all the players put down the empty bowls in their hands in tacit understanding.
Looking at the 'talisman water' that was drunk up, the village chief seemed very satisfied, and the others just stood there without making any movement.
The players could only stare at each other.
An hour later, the sound of a drum in the distance suddenly broke the silence in the mourning hall.
The second after the rebirth sounded, all the NPCs moved at the same time. Their eyes slowly looked towards the coffin, and the players had a bad feeling in their hearts.
Xiao Jin looked over and saw that the coffin lid in front of the mourning hall suddenly opened a gap as wide as a palm. The players were startled and quickly jumped up from the cushions and moved away from the coffin.
When he looked inside, Xiao Jin clearly saw the dead man's fingers move, and dense black spells appeared on his blistered skin.
The words squirmed like living things, gradually forming a vague human face.
"Prepare to seal the coffin."
Turning around, the village chief had changed into scarlet mourning clothes without knowing when, and his face was faintly excited. The villagers around him also changed their clothes, but now they were wearing white mourning clothes.
If you look closely, you will see that these mourning clothes are all made of white paper.
Then, the village chief pinched three bone needles that came from nowhere with his skinny fingers and handed them to an old woman beside him: "The first item... sew the corpse."
Xiao Jin watched the old woman thread the needle.
It was not an ordinary thread at all, but a strand of blood-stained hair. When the needle tip pierced the lips of the deceased, a clear swallowing sound suddenly came from the coffin.
But the old woman pretended not to hear and continued to sew the corpse's mouth into a strange smile shape.
Seeing this, the players silently folded their arms and took a few steps back...
"The second item... is to calm the soul." The village chief knocked on the altar, and two villagers brought up a pottery jar.
After opening the lid, a small two-headed snake was found coiled inside, its body covered with corpse-like patterns.
When the little snake was put into the coffin, it quickly slid into the belly of the deceased through his belly button. The snake's body kept twisting under the skin and flesh, and the crowd couldn't help but feel their chests pounding.
But at this moment, Xiao Jin heard a scream. She turned her head suddenly, only to find that the female player on the outermost side had disappeared, and the number of players had become 10.
"The third item..." The village chief's voice suddenly became excited, "The guests... present gifts."
The candles on the altar were extinguished one after another. Moonlight leaked in through the window frames, casting twelve shadows on the ground - but there were only ten living people left at the scene.
Xiao Jin watched as two extra shadows slowly stood up, and their outlines were clearly the dead tattooed man and the missing female player.
"He just died like that! What the hell?" Some people found it hard to believe.
After all, they are at this level, how could they be eliminated without even any resistance?
Since female players die so easily, doesn’t it mean that they will die too!
The sound of the bangzi at the Yin hour is like a death warrant.
Xiao Jin looked at the remaining players in the ancestral hall, all of whom looked unhappy.
But fortunately, the gift-giving process has ended, and the female player should be the so-called "gift". Her death also allows the other players to escape a disaster.
Before they could rejoice, the village chief's weird voice rang out again.
"The ceremony is over. Seal the coffin and prepare for the funeral."
The next second, several villagers stepped forward, holding black iron nails in their hands, and used hammers to nail the nails firmly into the coffin board.
At the same time, other villagers began to cry loudly.
It was said to be crying, but to the players it sounded like shrill screams and inexplicable whispers.
"Woooooo~"
"Hmm!" Xiao Jin shook his head, and when he raised his head, his eyes were full of bloodshot.
"Something's wrong..." Feng Hao gritted his teeth with difficulty: "We can't hold out until dawn in this situation."
Wang Zixuan on the side threw a glowing object to the ground, and then it turned into mist that enveloped her, and her appearance was vaguely visible in it.
Seeing this, Xiao Jin answered: "No matter what, stop the crying first. If that doesn't work, force them to shut up."
When he said this, Xiao Jin's face was full of murderous intent.
This evening had been long enough and her patience was limited.
Anyway, the only requirement of the mission is not to leave the mourning hall, as for these NPCs...
Xiao Jin sneered, isn't it just crying? Since you can't cry, just shut up and die!
Her words resonated with Sui Feng and others.
Then, several people used props to resist the NPC's crying.