At night, Wei Linglan lay on the bed tossing and turning, listening to the crackling rain outside the window, and couldn't sleep for a long time.

She really wants to get out of this hellish place if she can,

Far away, the depressed feeling at the center of the eyebrows, like a maggot on the tarsal bone, was left behind.

It's a pity that who made her just a low-level player at Lv4.

In the task log, a bunch of small print is clearly visible.

[Task Type: Regular Mission]

[Mission Name: Singing in the Rain]

[Mission Objective: Find out the truth about the supernatural incident in Washeng Village]

[Mission time limit: 7 days]

[Reward 1: 300 extra XP]

[Reward 2: 400 points of in-game currency]

【Reward 3: Random Quality Skill Scroll*1】

[Mission Failure Penalty: None]

Wei Linglan is a well-known painter, she was supposed to live the life of a little bourgeoisie, but she thought she was just an ordinary literary young woman.

It is not comparable to the genius of wisdom, heart, perseverance, and physical development.

Caught up in this morbid and crazy game, you can only struggle to survive, and if you take one wrong step, you will fall into the abyss.

"The mission rewards are very rich, so rich that they are a little abnormal."

Wei Linglan, who was lying on the bed, silently thought: "Among all the mission forms in the killing game, the survival task is the most difficult, because the system thinks that even if the player is just alive, it is already very difficult.

Kill missions, as well as puzzle-solving missions, are equally difficult and in some cases even easier.

Because the puzzle solving task means that the system does not need fierce combat means to clear the level by default.

There is a greater variety of means available and time is relatively available. ”

The relatively simple task requirements, in stark contrast to the generous task rewards,

This most likely means that the system thinks that she will encounter a life-threatening threat that matches the reward of the mission while searching for the truth...

Especially this evening, she went up the mountain to find that all the graves of the recently deceased in Dusheng Village had been pried open.

Who did it?

Ghosts? Passenger? Villager? Or.... Other players?

If there really were high-level players with good intentions here, Wei Linglan would definitely fall to his knees for the first time, hugging his thighs angrily,

Do your best to perform "Big guy take me, please, woo woo woo woo woo .jpg"

Thinking about it, Wei Linglan felt that her eyebrows hurt again,

Different from the faint pain during this time, the eyebrows at this time, as if they had been pricked by needles, came with a sharp stinging pain.

This ability to anticipate danger in advance not only gave her another hidden identity in the real world, but also helped her survive several life-threatening crises.

Something, approaching this house that belongs to the villager Lu He....

Wei Linglan glanced at Tian Yourong and Song Zhen, who were sleeping on the bed in the distance, took a deep breath, lifted the quilt, and stood barefoot on the floor of the bedroom.

For seven months, Dusheng Village has been dying, but the dead are all local villagers.

It was only Shi Derong who died last night, and the three college students inside the door were not damaged at all.

Perhaps, as long as you don't overreact, you won't be attacked .... Right?

Knock, knock, knock.

The sound of a heavy wall slamming down came from outside, like someone was pounding the wall with their fists.

Wei Linglan immediately lay back on the bed silently,

Take out a small crossbow coated with green oil and poison from the backpack bar, prop up one foot, and place the crossbow on the left side of your body, just enough to block it with the quilt.

The sound of slamming against the wall did not stop, Wei Linglan maintained even breathing, and her eyes were always staring at the bedroom door.

"Cluck, cluck...."

A sobbing sound sounded from the throat outside the door,

Through the occasional flash of thunder and lightning outside the window, Wei Linglan clearly saw that a pitch-black and thin palm was sticking out from under the bedroom door.

The palm was too thin and thin, the parched skin clinging to the bones, and the blood vessels were pressed by the skin, looking like striped furrows on the scorched bark.

Wei Linglan instantly held her breath, her eyebrows were about to crack as if someone was using an electric drill, and every organ in her body was screaming frantically, screaming in horror.

Her body tried to pull the trigger of the crossbow, but what was left of her sanity resisted the urge again and again.

Knock knock, the sound of smashing the wall outside the door continued.

As if she was really asleep, she watched as the pitch-black palm reached into the door, extending out its strange forearm, groping from the bottom up, and finally touching the bedroom doorknob.

Click.

The door opened.

Outside the window, the thunder flashed, and Wei Linglan could see it clearly, by the bedroom door, there was a ghostly figure crouching on all fours and in rags.

The image is like a man, and like a beast,

Shoulder-length hair floated behind his head like seaweed soaked in water.

Behind that figure, Wei Linglan also saw the source of the sound of smashing the wall-

Lu He, an elderly villager who stayed with Wei Linglan and the driver's wife, was being grabbed by the neck by an invisible force and hung in the air.

Like a sandbag, slam your forehead against the wall again and again.

There were a lot of red and white bone fragments embedded in the wall, and Lu He's entire front head was flattened, and every time he smashed, there were flesh fragments splashed on the ground.

Wei Linglan was grabbed by extreme fear, she trembled all over, watching the figure on all fours slowly approaching,

Reach out your palm and hold your ankle.

Just when Wei Linglan thought that the other party was going to bite it,

Outside the door, Lu He's body smashed to the ground with a click.

In the shadows outside the bedroom door, something seemed to be standing, communicating with the crouching figure beside her in a way that Wei Linglan didn't understand at all.

After a long time, the crouching figure on all fours let go of Wei Linglan's ankle and walked out of the door, before the figure completely disappeared into the darkness, he turned around and glanced at her silently.

Wei Linglan's body stiffened and couldn't move, and it wasn't until the first rooster crow in the village in the early morning that she regained control of her body.

The bedroom door was still open, Lu He's mangled body was just outside the door, and on her own ankle, there was a clearly visible handprint.