Chapter 136
Chapter 136
Chen Chichi looked at the rope in Qin Kaixuan’s hand and nodded gravely. “Of course. Faced with such vile behavior, I absolutely have to help my dear little brother!”
The two quickly reached an agreement. Under the threat of bungee jumping, Chen Chichi abandoned Brother Chao without the slightest surprise.
Soon, the Hot Air Balloon returned to the ground, and refugee-like Chen Chichi and the highly enthusiastic Qin Kaixuan quickly got back in line.
This time, the choice they made was none other than Another Life!
Chen Chichi looked at the familiar glasses and had a bad feeling.
But Qin Kaixuan, being not particularly bright, didn’t think too much about it at all. He put on the glasses and sat straight down in the chair.
The little metal ring snapped onto Qin the Not-So-Smart’s head, and his vision changed.
Looking at the three options in front of him, Qin the Not-So-Smart hesitated.
Clearly, the first two were both horror scripts, while the third gave no hint as to what it was.
According to Chen Chichi, the owner of this amusement park often scared you in places you least expected.
Judging from that, it was obvious: the third scenario was definitely even more terrifying!
Qin Kaixuan quickly made his decision: the first one!
Once his choice was confirmed, his vision shifted, and he soon found himself inside a civilian house.
Qin Kaixuan looked around in astonishment.
This technology was awesome!
The place where Qin the Not-Too-Smart had appeared was a bedroom, and a rather shabby one at that.
After cautiously circling the room once, Qin the Not-Too-Smart pushed open the wooden door.
Outside the bedroom was the living room, except there was a pitch-black coffin placed right in the middle of it.
Qin Kaixuan silently took two steps back.
He hadn’t forgotten that the name of this script was Ghost Village Survival!
He waited several full seconds. Only when nothing unusual happened did he finally start walking outside.
Unlike the other two scripts, in Ghost Village Survival, both the mission and the plot had to be figured out on your own.
And right now, Qin Kaixuan had fallen straight into that kind of trouble.
The small village was deathly silent. White lanterns hung outside every household.
The sunlight, which should have belonged to evening, felt bitterly cold.
Qin Kaixuan followed the narrow path around the village for two full laps before finally stopping.
The village could roughly be seen as a circle. The ancestral hall was in the east, and the exit was in the west.
At the very center of the village was a huge square.
Qin Kaixuan stood in the square, his brows tightly furrowed.
Something was wrong!
In a village this big, forget living people-there wasn’t even a single insect!
His gaze settled on the ancestral hall not far away, and he quickened his pace toward it.
It was already evening. Even someone slow on the uptake should know that once night fell, this godforsaken place would definitely become extremely dangerous!
The wooden doors of the ancestral hall were tightly shut. Qin Kaixuan slowly pushed one open with one hand.
But the scene before him made Qin Kaixuan’s legs go weak.
More than a dozen Daoist priests had been hanged from the rafters, and peachwood swords had pierced straight through their chests.
The entire ancestral hall was filled with the stench of blood.
After steadying himself a little, Qin Kaixuan took several deep breaths in a row, then stepped into the hall with one foot.
The walls before him were covered in blood, and there were words written in blood on the floor.
The writing was crooked and twisted. Qin Kaixuan stared at it for several seconds before finally making out what it said.
[Run. Run quickly. She is no longer something humans can fight!]
Qin Kaixuan’s not-so-bright brain pondered for more than ten seconds before finally piecing everything together.
This village looked safe, but something would definitely change once night arrived.
In other words, I have to escape this village before night falls?
He quickly retreated outside and saw that the sun had already sunk halfway below the horizon.
Qin Kaixuan broke into a run, but he had wasted too much time earlier. He had barely made it to the village entrance when the sun disappeared behind the mountain completely.
A thick fog rose up, visible to the naked eye, and the village that had been deathly silent gradually filled with sound.
It was as if the entire world had come alive in that instant.
Countless villagers streamed toward the center of the village, but every single one of them turned a blind eye to him.
Even the dumbest person alive would know these villagers definitely weren’t living people!
Seeing that the dense fog outside had clearly sealed off any escape, Qin Kaixuan had no choice but to follow the villagers to the square.
At that moment, a massive coffin had already been placed in the square, and countless villagers were gathered around it.
Standing off to the side, Qin Kaixuan studied them carefully. The villagers looked no different from living people.
The only strange thing was that their faces seemed fixed in place, forever holding the same expression.
Since the villagers couldn’t see him, Qin Kaixuan began thinking of a way out.
“A living person?”
The voice at his ear was like a bone-piercing winter wind, yanking Qin Kaixuan back to reality.
At some point, the coffin in the center of the square had opened.
A girl of sixteen or seventeen was leaning against it, staring right at him.
The surrounding villagers had long since knelt on the ground. In the entire square, he was the only one left standing like a crane among chickens.
In the blink of an eye, the little girl appeared in front of Qin Kaixuan.
“A living person?”
Her slightly raised voice made cold sweat break out across Qin Kaixuan’s forehead.
“If I say I’m not, would you believe me?”
His foundation as a crosstalk performer showed itself in that instant. Even in a situation like this, he could still crack a joke.
The little girl only stared at Qin Kaixuan. “I haven’t seen a living person in so long. Come with me!”
Qin Kaixuan glanced at his legs, which had gone weak. “Do I have the right to say no?”
“No.”
The icy voice entered his ears, and Qin Kaixuan could only steel himself and follow behind the little girl.
When they reached the coffin, the little girl returned to her original posture.
“You’re not a Daoist priest, and you’re not a monk. How did you get here?”
Qin Kaixuan’s not particularly bright brain began spinning wildly.
“I was once a carefree immortal wandering the mortal realm-ptui, no, I was once a storyteller in the mortal world. Who would’ve thought I’d wake up from a nap and end up here?”
“A storyteller?”
The little girl gave him a suspicious look.
“Then tell me a bit. Let me hear it.”
Qin Kaixuan slapped one hand against the coffin. “Now then, on that day, Tang Sanzang bid farewell to Li Er, took hold of his white horse, and set out toward the west…”
The little girl gave her coffin a pained look, but still listened quietly as Qin Kaixuan continued.
His crosstalk skills were not exactly outstanding, but they were more than enough to fool an amateur.
After a full ten minutes, Qin Kaixuan slapped the coffin again. “And so, Tang Sanzang arrived before Five Fingers Mountain. If you wish to know what happened next, listen in next time!”
The little girl gave her coffin another pained look, then irritably clawed at her hair.
Just imagine it: what did it feel like to be listening to a story, only for it to stop right at the crucial moment?
Right now, the little girl wanted nothing more than to swallow this living man in one bite!
But in this damned place of hers, a living person didn’t show up once in eight hundred years.
Not to mention, he could tell stories!
“Keep going. Why did you stop?”
Qin Kaixuan might be dumb, but even he knew that if he finished the story, would he still have a life left to live?
“I’m hungry. Storytelling takes a lot of energy!”
The little girl’s face darkened. “Living people really are troublesome!”