The old player went out, the second grandson also went out, and the remaining four looked at each other and wanted to say something, but after the old player, there was an invisible wall between them.

"otherwise, shall we go out and have a look? Anyway, it's pretty much the same wherever you stay. " Xiao Meigan laughed. She took a bald broom from the corner, took a deep breath, and walked out of the hall.

"what about us?" The old man sweeping the floor wants to find some courage.

Ah Song nodded.

So, after Xiaomei, Ah Song and the old man sweeping the floor also followed him one after another, and only the monk sat there motionless.

"at least there's light here, and it's safer."

The monk comforted himself. He was afraid and kept his head down.

As an ordinary man, he is powerless to deal with this kind of ghost thing, but he knows the danger, but what can he do? We might as well stay here and put everything behind us for a while.

The funeral hall was silent for a long time, and Ren Yifei's eyes narrowed a crack there.

Look on the left, look on the right, there is no one, he breathed a sigh of relief, his left hand pulled out the card under the table, opened his eyes a little wider, and took a deep breath of incense.??!

And monks?

Ren Yifei only felt his breath stuck in his throat and almost coughed.

In front of the left, the monk was sitting on a bench, shivering in his arms, silent and silent, only the golden words glowed quietly in the sky.

Steady! The monk keeps his head down!

He put away the card, his eyelids moved back at a speed of 0.1 centimeters per second, and his breath was flat.

Isn't it just a fixed position?

He was also played by one body after another.

Players went in and out of the front yard behind Ren Yifei and houses on both sides, holding lights and pushing and pulling doors, making a lot of noise.

Old players purposefully look for new players to follow, mainly want to get some shelter.

"did that player just run out of the yard?" Xiaomei found her grandson's shoes by the gate. She looked at the door which was not very strong, and she was a little moved: do you want to go out and have a look, too?

When refueling happened to pass by, he glanced at Xiao Mei and said, "if you go out this door, you will surely die."

I don't know why, but she felt the kindness on her face, so she brazenly came forward and asked, "Brother, excuse me, why and why did she die?"

"who is your eldest brother?" Add oil and frown.

"excuse me, that, sir?" Xiao Mei whispered to please.

Tian you looked at her, was silent for two seconds, and asked her, "do you see the keyword?"

"Happy and mourning?"

"Yes, since we are happy and mourning, we were brought here by this funeral. Once out of the door, out of the scope of 'mourning', directly deprive the player of identity, there is no doubt that he will die. " Add oil rare kind-hearted attack, patience to explain for a time.

"do you have to stay where you were in the first place?" Xiao Mei asked carefully when she saw that he was in a good mood.

"No," he said, shaking his head. "each game is different and needs to be judged by the players themselves. Cherish these two hours. Time-out is the only benefit available to the rookie board. "

Xiao Mei still has a lot to ask, but the fueling player has gone far away, and he has gone to the backyard.

The old player was right, and soon everyone's cards were scalded, the number changed, jumping from 9 to 8.

Card Tip:

[one player dies and the 'ghost' seal is unlocked 1/8. ]

"what do you mean? Is it. " Xiao Mei, who was in a daze in the yard, looked at the card in her hand, her throat was dry and dared not think about it.

There has never been a moment when death was so close to her.

Old players take a look and then continue to look for clues, kill a planned newcomer, and can't even make their eyebrows wobble.

They care more about the lost ninth person and the ghost than the newcomer.

The ghost is hidden in the playhouse, none of them know who the player is, and no one but themselves can trust it.

As for the missing ninth person.

Find it!

Here, there has been no movement in the hall, and the monk has not looked up all the time.

Ren Yifei watched for a long time, so he gave birth to some thieves. He sat at the card table with a smile, petrified the cards on the table with one hand and black cards under the table with the other, and glanced at them quickly.

Now there are two hints: 'what people hate is what ghosts hate' and 'players die and ghosts unlock seals'.

For the first hint, Ren Yifei's understanding is: the ghost cares very much about the player's disrespect to the dead.

Gold words on the head is the result of 'people hate', so this is also rejected by 'ghosts'.

Who cares if people don't respect the dead?

The family of the deceased? Cross it out, the family is strange at a glance, even a layman like him can see it.

Is that the victim himself?

That is, the so-called amiable elder, Chunzhi's mother-in-law?

Ren Yifei put a question mark on the name and then analyzed the players who had already appeared.

A total of nine players, eight people appeared, one person died, one of them was a ghost.

The rest of the players are. Death reservation?

Ren Yifei, who risked his life, made up his mind again: when the player is so dangerous, I choose to be npc.

Npc Ren Yifei began to analyze the second item: the death of the player is directly proportional to the strength of the boss.

In other words, the later the death toll is, the stronger the boss is.

Oh, boss is actually a growing late-stage boss. Isn't that bad for players?

In the twilight days, do players still have basic human rights?

Oh, he seems to be npc? at the moment.

That's all right.

When the time is about to pass, several old players return to the funeral hall.

A npc who secretly relaxes his muscles sits upright in an instant, holding a card and a smug smile, and the arc of his face is naturally and relaxed.

So professional.

The eldest grandson's wife looked at the two: "do you want to exchange clues?" One valid clue each. There is no need to talk about the real body of the ghost. I think everyone has already guessed it. "

After thinking for a few seconds, Tianyu and the eldest grandson nodded.

The eldest grandson's wife immediately raised her hand and wrapped them in a translucent boundary: "walls have ears."

"I'm the first one," said the eldest grandson's wife. "they have five laying hens, but there are eight eggs in the henhouse that have not been picked for at least two days.

"eggs are something that farmers attach importance to. If they fail to take care of chickens because of some accident, then the time of death of the deceased may be two days. What happened here two days ago? "

Tian you has returned to the Changming lamp with an oil kettle in his hand to refuel the lamp. He said a clue: "in the dry well in the backyard, I found a newly used hemp rope with fingernail scratches on it, suspected to be related to the deceased."

The eldest grandson also gave a clue: "I heard the dialogue between the deceased's daughter-in-law and the old monk, chanting for seven days, and future generations have been kneeling in front of the hall, which can dispel the grievances of the deceased."

These are three less important and indeed valid clues, at least now they know that the deceased may have been strangled or hanged, and the cause of death is related to something happened two days ago, the deceased's family members or insiders, or involved.

These clues can help them find the player played by the ghost.

These three won't come up with more important clues. They are not even sure whether there is a ghost in the trio, so they certainly will not show their cards.

The eldest grandwife withdrew the boundary, and they said nothing about the previous clues, but instead talked about the 'ninth person'.

"I've looked everywhere, even on the roof." Add oil and shake his head. "it seems to be invisible."

"I prefer to believe that it is disguised as npc rather than being invisible." The eldest grandson suspected that the ninth man was hiding nearby, in the npc pile, looking at them proudly.

This feeling made the eldest Sun very uncomfortable, he continued: "the copy is the reappearance of the 'ghost' obsession, its understanding of the copy, more than any player, can almost achieve perfect camouflage."

"the ninth person may be the starting point for this copy."

Everyone cares about the mysterious disappearance of the ninth person.

The unknown represents a myriad of possibilities, which means that they need to be excluded more, and that they have more work to do.

And veteran players like to keep everything under control.

Despite the fact that it's just a face-to-face, if you don't even know the name, you can still get a lot of information.

Now that one player is missing, the feeling of being out of control makes them anxious.

How did this' ninth person 'disappear in such a small place and so many people?

When the three people were thinking about this problem, the time passed quietly, and the world suddenly became noisy again.

The young night watchman at the poker table suddenly clapped the card in his hand: "I won. Come on, give me the money." If you don't give it back now, you still have to give it. I'm sure I'll win all the way.

"the wind must be in the wrong direction. Change places!" The three people on the other side were unwilling to throw over a few coins.

Because Ren Yifei was too arrogant after winning, Ren Yifei was pushed aside in the next game, lying a little pitifully on an empty table, as if he had no bones.

Passing by, Ajie spit on him: "it should be."

Ren Yifei motionless, seemingly random position, but he carefully selected, one side against the wall, while blocking, one hand under the table to massage the other hand.

The arm, which has been held up for two hours, has lost its sensation, similar to the frozen tofu hanging outside in winter.

The mourning hall is business as usual, crying hoarse, singing the sutra is still buzzing, the spirit of playing cards is the best, only the player is in the wrong state.

The monk sat alone in the corner and did not speak, and no one asked when the second grandson disappeared.

The npc didn't react until the other three players came back.

"where have you been? I can't find anyone anywhere! Several teapots over there are empty and their things are not packed. " The kitchen lady caught the player Xiaomei scolding, Liu eyebrow upside down, very unhappy.

Xiaomei apologized again and again, very humble.

She has not found that because of 'dereliction of duty', there is also a golden word above her head: 'running errands'.

As for another old man, who was also blamed for dereliction of duty, there were also two golden words on his head: 'clean'.

A Song came the latest, he was lectured by A Liang, and the golden word "Night's Watch" appeared on his head.

In one night, one second grandson died and three more exposers were added.

Ren Yifei wrapped himself in his vest and continued to lie on the table.

He felt very tired, not only staying up late, but also the physical and mental exhaustion caused by acting all the time.

The hand doesn't seem to be his own, and it was his limit to be able to control and play the cards at that time.

Get some sleep, just take a nap.

Ren Yifei relaxed his body and forced himself into emergency charging mode.

"Ah -" a scream broke the silence of the hall.

He bounced off the table, his eyes full of blood.