Chapter 11: Night Stroll in Yin Village 09

The room was deathly silent.

No one would believe the old man's claim that "we'll know in a few days." In the realm of rules, time bestowed upon players nothing but an immutable truth.

Death.

It was evident that this NPC knew much more than he let on. The group attempted to extract more information from him, but no matter how the players tried, the NPC elder remained uncooperative.

Whether it was Qin Fei or any other player, no matter what they asked, the old man remained silent, simply sitting calmly in his chair.

His turbid eyes stared vacantly into the distance, as if they had transcended the boundaries of time and space, glimpsing scenes beyond the confines of that gloomy little room.

The players were at a loss for what to do.

The clue lay right before them, yet it eluded their grasp. Reluctant to leave, they lingered, squeezing together in the room like a pack of mice, probing every corner in search of some extraordinary detail.

The weathered walls enclosed the cramped space, saturating the air with a palpable sense of oppression.

The interior of the room was as old and worn as its exterior suggested. The stone deities that were scattered throughout the village at night were nowhere to be seen here. Instead, there were some dried fruits and corn strewn across the ground, their shriveled state indicating they had been abandoned for quite some time.

In the farthest corner of the room stood a table with a cloth sack on top. The sack was filled with fruits, all plump and vibrant, in stark contrast to the ones lying on the floor. The apples were round and luscious, while the grapes shimmered with succulence. They seemed of extraordinary quality, exuding an allure that was both captivating and potentially perilous.

Qin Fei's gaze lingered on the fruits. Their only source of food at present was the guide. If the guide ceased providing sustenance, they would be at a loss as to where to find their next meal.

From this perspective, these fruits appeared rather appealing... but he wondered if they might prove deadly.

Advancing a few steps, Qin Fei turned the cloth bag over, revealing a slogan printed on the other side.

"Jin Cheng Travel Agency wishes all Shadow Guardians a joyful journey through magnificent landscapes."

Qin Fei raised an eyebrow.

Around the seventh lunar month... was there any "joyful festival"?

Ling Na, with a furrowed brow, crouched down in a corner nearby.

Directly in front of her, a framed family portrait was placed neatly in the corner of the wall.

Unlike the disarray of objects elsewhere in the room, the brown frame of the family photo was polished to a shine, clearly cherished by its owner.

The photograph was in black and white, bearing a strong sense of nostalgia. It depicted six individuals: a middle-aged couple, a young couple, a grandmother, and an infant who appeared very young.

Ling Na gazed at it curiously for a long while and eventually noticed that the husband from the middle-aged couple bore an uncanny resemblance to the NPC elder.

They looked like they could be one and the same person.

When was this picture taken?

Judging by the elder's current age, it had to be at least 50 or 60 years old.

Lost in the details of the photo, Ling Na didn't notice that the NPC's gaze had fallen upon her.

The elder's eyes, shrouded in a grayish hue, brimmed with hostility. His sharp gaze seemed like venom-coated flying daggers, piercing directly at Ling Na.

Before the NPC's gaze could darken further, Qin Fei silently moved closer to Ling Na and whispered a warning, "Stop looking."

He gestured for Ling Na to lift her head.

Ling Na's body froze, and in the subtlest of glances, she seemed to comprehend something.

With a rigid spine, she slowly looked up.

In that instant, she was filled with a chill down her spine.

In the dust-laden room, four strings of dark red paper money were neatly hung from the rafters. The oldest one appeared to have withered and become brittle, having seemingly adorned its spot for countless years.

The old man had mentioned that in Yinshi Village, whenever a family member passed away, a string of red paper money would be hung on the beam.

In the family portrait, there were six individuals in this household.

Aside from the elderly man, the other five had tragically met their ends.

A gust of wind blew in from the window, causing the paper money on the beam to sway back and forth. The brittle, fragmented paper emitted a rustling sound, akin to a low sigh preceding one's departure from life.

The atmosphere in the room turned grim once more.

Qin Fei coughed softly and narrowed his eyes slightly.

His clear, gentle eyes shimmered with an innocent gleam as he lifted his gaze, appearing nonchalant as he met the NPC's eyes, subtly diverting the conversation: "Old Man, the wind outside is rather strong. Would you like to close a window?"

The elder didn't respond, silently taking Qin Fei's suggestion and slowly making his way toward the window.

It was evident that the players' refusal to leave the room had displeased him; his steps, tinged with anger, grew heavier, and he struggled to lift his hand.

Right at this moment, an unexpected turn of events suddenly occurred.

It was unclear if the old man's forceful action of closing the window had startled the beam, but the seemingly most weathered red paper money hanging in mid-air swayed for a moment before it suddenly hit the ground with a "pat."

The air suddenly fell silent.

All the players instantly widened their eyes.

A massive expletive instantly sprang to Qin Fei's mind.

What the hell, how unlucky could he be to stumble upon such an inexplicable situation?

The instant the joss paper hit the floor, the elderly man, who had been standing by the window, sprang up with a speed that surpassed his apparent physical capacity.

He strode hastily towards the pile of shredded paper, his movements so vigorous that one couldn't help but worry if his frail body would suddenly collapse.

A crimson tear dripped from his pitch-black eye socket, landing on the ground and staining the floor with a startling hue.

With bony fingers resembling twigs, the old man trembled as he searched the floor, only for the tiny scraps of paper to continually slip through his grasp, returning to the ground and crumbling into even finer, more elusive dust.

Though the NPC didn't lift its head, Qin Fei's intuition, honed by years of dealing with human emotions, told him that this NPC was now in a terrible mood.

Be that as it may.

This really wasn't his fault, buddy.

A sense of foreboding silently gripped Qin Fei's heart.

Evidently, Lady Luck had completely deserted Qin Fei that day.

From Qin Fei's perspective, the red text above the old man's head suddenly transformed in the next instant.

"Aberrant Villager NPC: Affection: -10000%"

Qin Fei: "......."

Regardless, wasn't -10000% a bit too excessive?!

Qin Fei didn't forget the fourth rule announced on the bus: Do not attack the villagers!

If the elder were to launch a sudden attack on them, wouldn't the players be left with no choice but to defend passively?

In mere seconds, countless thoughts raced through Qin Fei's mind.

"What are you waiting for? Run for your life!!"

While everyone else was still in a daze, Qin Fei, who had been standing by the elder, suddenly bellowed and swiftly turned around, darting towards the door like a hare!

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In a live broadcast hall situated in another dimension, a group of semi-transparent spirits were gathered around the F-rated Experience World's screen number 0039, shouting in excitement.

"???? What's happening?"

"Why did he run?? Can someone tell me how he managed to run so fast?"

"I really want to see how the villagers turn and kill after their mutation. I've never witnessed it before."

"This streamer must be part rabbit! I didn't even get a clear glimpse of him before he vanished into thin air."

In the shimmering light screen, everything unfolded in the blink of an eye.

Qin Fei suddenly spun around and dashed towards the house's entrance with the speed of a 100-meter sprinter, managing to pull Xiao Xiao along with him in the chaos.

Behind Qin Fei, Sun Shouyi stumbled as he was knocked off balance. Without pausing to regain his footing, he instinctively followed the frenzied dash.

The group stumbled and collided towards the door, causing the narrow frame to creak in protest.

Liu Sisi, who was the farthest from the NPC, didn't even have time to comprehend what was happening. She only heard a loud "bang" before the tightly shut door muffled the intense impact behind it.

Behind him, the sound of fierce claws scratching against the door echoed, sending chills down one's spine. The old man's hoarse roar pierced through the door, startlingly clear in the desolate, uninhabited village.

Xiao Xiao instantly felt a chill run down his neck, the surge of adrenaline causing a fine sheen of sweat to break out across his forehead. He gasped for air, exclaiming, "Goddamnit! Holy shit! You scared the living daylights out of me!"

Who would have thought that an elderly man, who seemed to be on the verge of his last breath, could suddenly undergo a frenzied transformation?

"What happened?" Xiao Xiao turned to ask Qin Fei.

Qin Fei shrugged his hands and uttered a universal dodge: "I have no idea either."

Evidently, the red paper money strings symbolizing past relatives held an extraordinary significance in the NPCs' minds, and Qin Fei, unfortunately, found himself right in the crosshairs.

Cheng Song frowned, having witnessed the entire incident unfold before his eyes. He lowered his gaze slightly, casting a cold glance at Ling Na.

He seemingly held her responsible for this unforeseen turn of events.

Ling Na felt unjustly accused but dared not argue, so she quietly moved closer to Qin Fei, seeking support.

Further discussion on the matter was now futile. Qin Fei had no desire to prolong the conversation, as they had more pressing matters to attend to.

The youth seemed to have completely ignored the commotion behind him and strode forward casually. "Let's go, to the shrine."

The shaken group turned and continued on their way forward.

After a quick visit to the villagers' homes, only a dozen minutes or so had been wasted.

Before long, the players arrived smoothly at the Shrine of Yin Village.

In the midst of the thick fog, a pair of black lacquered wooden gates emerged, adorned with four strings of bronze bells hanging above them.

Like the other dwellings in the village, the entrance to the ancestral hall was littered with joss paper, more than any player had seen before at any house. When Qin Fei stepped on it, half of his foot almost sank into the pile.

Qin Fei lifted his gaze, looking towards the grand entrance.

Though he didn't feel fear, for some reason, his heartbeat accelerated abnormally as he approached the temple.

Somehow, everyone sensed that something was lurking behind that door, biding its time to strike.

Xiao Xiao's skin prickled, and he gritted his teeth, muttering under his breath, "Damn, what the hell is in this place? My sanity is dropping like crazy."

In just a few steps, Xiao Xiao's Sanity value had plummeted from 68 to 62.

Once a player's Sanity value dropped below 40, they would experience prolonged dizziness and hallucinations. If it fell below 20, they would lose part of their self-awareness, being swayed by the world of the instance dungeon until they were completely immersed in it, unable to return to reality.

The sudden decrease in Sanity values startled all the players. Qin Fei, however, remained unfazed. Cheng Song walked beside him, observing Qin Fei thoughtfully upon witnessing this.

Qin Fei, whose Sanity value had soared to over 120 after several boosts and was now stable, couldn't help but smile, unsure of what to say.

Following the guide's instructions, everyone turned right after entering the shrine. There was a spacious chamber on that side, designated as the village chief's office.

The village chief was inside, his aged face covered in whiskers, his withered skin resembling a tree that had never seen sunlight for years.

Upon seeing the chief, Xiao Xiao's face involuntarily contorted.

"I get nervous whenever I see old men now," he whispered to Qin Fei.

But Qin Fei noticed something else odd.

Since entering the village yesterday, all the villagers players had encountered were elderly grandfathers and grandmothers; even the youngest ones appeared to be at least in their forties or fifties. Not a single child or infant was seen.

— Except for that photograph they saw in the mutated villager's house earlier.

Qin Fei pondered over this thoughtfully.

He approached the village chief, respectfully holding out the booklet in his hand. "Hello, Village Chief. This is what the tour guide asked us to deliver."

Upon hearing Qin Fei's purpose, the village chief nodded casually and pointed to a bookshelf behind him. "Put it there."

This shelf seemed to be specifically used by the village chief to store information related to tourism. Qin Fei leaned closer and noticed quite a number of books and brochures on it, but they were covered in a thick layer of dust, indicating that they hadn't been touched in a long time.

Using the bookshelf as cover, Qin Fei discreetly observed the small office, which measured no more than fifteen square meters.

The space was so tiny that a few glances were enough to take in the entire scene. There was a bookcase, a desk, and two bookshelves against the wall – these were the only items in the room.

There were no windows in the room, and the door remained closed when they entered. The air was filled with the scent of old paper and dust. Qin Fei pinched his nose, suppressing the urge to sneeze.

The two bookshelves inside held information about the village's residents and tourism materials.

Strangely, the travel guide was updated annually. According to the date on its cover, this copy's timeline matched that of the external normal world, both currently being July 2022. Yet, the bookshelf containing villager profiles only held records dating back to before 1970.

Fifty years.

This village hadn't updated its personnel information in fifty years.

Qin Fei lingered by the bookshelf for too long, arousing the suspicion of the village chief, who stood up and approached him.

"What are you looking at?" The old man's turbid eyes fixed onto Qin Fei's, as if trying to peer into his innermost thoughts through those pupils.

With a casual air, Qin Fei responded, "Oh, nothing much."

Lowering his gaze, the young man lifted his head again, now with a composed expression. To anyone observing, he appeared to be an ordinary tourist, filled with curiosity and a thirst for exploration about his surroundings.

He shook the booklet in his hand. "I found the content in this book interesting, so I took a look."

The village chief's gaze swept over the photographs in the magazine.

His expression softened slightly, and he nodded. "If there's nothing else, you should head back first."

Qin Fei said, "Can we explore the shrine?"

He smiled, appearing amiable and friendly, once again uttering the classic line, "After all, since we've come this far—" Of course, he added, "unless it's inconvenient."

The village chief gazed at Qin Fei, his scrutiny unmasked.

That kind of evaluative look was hard to describe, akin to a merchant inspecting a piece of meat in the market, critically assessing its quality, pondering whether it was worth his money.

After a moment, he finally spoke, "You may."

"You're free to roam around. Our village shrine doesn't prohibit outsiders from entering," the village chief emphasized the word "outsiders," then changed the subject, "Tourists in Shadow Guard Village are all honored guests. Naturally, you can go wherever you wish."

"However," he picked up his teacup and sipped lightly, "the shrine is cluttered with miscellaneous items, and some old artifacts are stored inside. Guests, please be cautious during your visit and avoid knocking anything over."

Qin Fei nodded in agreement.

Suddenly, Scar asked, "What would happen if something were to fall?"

As soon as he spoke, all the players in the room turned their gazes towards him.

Cheng Song frowned unhappily, but Scarface remained unperturbed, stubbornly locking eyes with the village chief.

In the tense atmosphere of the room, the village chief suddenly broke into a grin, revealing his yellow-stained gums that had a grotesque, decaying appearance from the pipe smoke.

"You can give it a try," the village chief said slowly, with an undercurrent of anticipation. "Try, and you'll understand."