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Chapter 410 – Snow Mountain (10): “Playing the thighbone trumpet and the kapala while singing loud.”
“In-depth cooperation and sharing clues?” Lin Chen paused on the stairs, startled by Fu Jue's proposal. He knew it was the best way to clear this instance, and he was, on paper, the guild leader of the Unnamed Guild—he ought to negotiate with Fu Jue. The problem was… his current state was off. He still remembered his identity and the basics of the Eerie Game, but who knew whether he'd give himself away mid-conversation? Worse, he couldn't tell whether his…-
7.0 M • Ongoing
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"Turning back into a child" was an abstract expression, but combined with Yu Su's current behavior, the players felt that only such an expression could vividly summarize the current situation. Since last night, Yu Su's state had been off. First, she spoke rudely to Lu Li, then she pointed out issues with the rice regardless of the occasion, and this morning she was weeping over a companion's death—this was definitely not the behavior of a mature player. Qualification for…
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7.0 M • Ongoing
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The wind and the singing had faded into the distance, as had the cold around him. Qi Si stood up, realizing his height only reached the bedside. He wore a long red robe embroidered with gold, its sleeves tangled around his limbs, fluttering with each step. Barefoot, he laboriously pushed open the wooden door and stepped into a world filled with light. The blinding light, enough to cause blindness, filled every corner. Qi Si half-closed his eyes, slowed his pace, and cautiously…
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7.0 M • Ongoing
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In Room 9, Xu Yao lay on the wooden bed, tossing and turning, unable to fall asleep. Although she had long since become a ghost and had soaked at the bottom of a well for centuries, her pursuit of quality of life had returned after resting in Qijia Village for a while. She found this inn disagreeable no matter how she looked at it. The bedboards were too hard and in disrepair, creaking with the slightest turn; the bedding hadn't been aired out in who knows how long, and the damp,…
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7.0 M • Ongoing
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"Let's see if there are any useful clues first." Qi Si withdrew his gaze and walked toward the nightstand on the left side of the wooden bed, pulling open drawers one by one to search. Lin Chen nodded and began searching the nightstand on the right, deliberately avoiding the Six-Armed Mahakala statue on the desk, as if a simple touch would bring misfortune. He felt an inexplicable sense of déjà vu. In the 'Rose Manor' instance, he and Qi Si had shared a room and collected clues this way…
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7.0 M • Ongoing
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Dong Xiwen arrived at the inn at the foot of the Snow Mountain in the evening. Under the dim sky, the Snow Mountain appeared in shades of gray and white, looking desolate and ominous like a grave. He could have arrived earlier, but Qi Si seemed interested in everything, stubbornly dragging them from one shop to the next, ignoring the increasingly dangerous look in the messenger's eyes. As an indentured servant with no personal freedom, Dong Xiwen could only follow along blankly with another…
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7.0 M • Ongoing
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The old man put down the rice basin and returned to the counter for bowls. A total of twenty-two bowls were stacked in four piles and placed steadily on the table. The players each took a wooden bowl, filled it with rice, and found a corner to sit down. Shuomeng stepped forward and chatted with the old man, quickly gathering most of the information. The old man's name was Sang Ji, the owner of this inn. He managed everything alone, and it was hard to say how much effort and how many…
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7.0 M • Ongoing
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The bus doors slowly opened, and the dead filling the vehicle all moved, standing up stiffly. Clutching their own urns and memorial portraits, they formed a queue in the aisle and jumped off the bus one by one. Qi Si followed at the back of the line and also stepped off the bus from the rear door. The moment his toes touched the ground, the queue of dead people ahead vanished like mist. Even the other vehicles he had seen earlier were gone without a trace, as if they had been nothing more…
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7.0 M • Ongoing
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Dong Xiwen sat on the bus and, hearing the driver shout, "Those without tickets, please get off at this stop," couldn't help but glance at the youth beside him wearing a white shirt and a clown mask. As players who had appeared on the bus out of thin air, he and the youth naturally had no tickets. However, back when the bus had made a sharp turn and the funeral portraits fell to the floor, the youth had used the pretext of helping to pick them up to snatch two tickets in the chaos. The youth…
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7.0 M • Ongoing
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Unknown time, unknown location. A large bus drove slowly down a deserted highway. The road was old, the asphalt surface riddled with cracks. As the wheels rolled over it, the bus bounced, causing the passengers' heads to mechanically bump against the seatbacks, producing dull “thump-thump” sounds. On both sides of the highway stretched an endless wasteland. Low, scattered tents dotted the chest-high wild grass. The fabric, faded and tattered from sun and wind exposure, hung limply. In the blink…
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7.0 M • Ongoing
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