Zhen Zhibing's body was carried away, and the dignified atmosphere in the room seemed to lighten a little.

Although no one said it before, only Fatty Jin muttered occasionally, but with a dead body here, everyone felt uncomfortable to some extent.

Gerou seemed to want to cheer up, and offered to share the responsibility and stay on watch with everyone.

Seeing her resolute attitude, the rest of the people could only agree.

Originally, the most ideal situation was to arrange for Shen Lu to be with her, but considering that the two women were not safe, according to the lottery, Fatty Jin and Ge Rou were drawn together.

Fatty Jin was secretly happy, and the enchanting thought that was about to disappear in his heart couldn't help but revived again.

Who doesn't love such a young widow?

It's late and windy.

Because of the weather, tonight is colder than previous nights.

The wind blowing doors and windows kept rattling.

Fortunately, because it is hiking, the "game equipment" covers overnight equipment such as tents and bedding. Although the space in the house is limited and the tent is not used, the bedding can be used to keep out the cold.

The bed was reserved for two women, and Ye Xin sat against the wall, sharing a single quilt with Zhou Like.

Perhaps it was because thinking about the plot of the work was too mentally exhausting, the novelist was already asleep at this time, with his head even resting on Ye Xin's shoulder, snoring faintly.

Ye Xin didn't feel sleepy, his eyes were open, but his eyes were out of focus, obviously his mind was not here.

He recalled the copy of Meilan Mountain that he had cleared before, and subconsciously compared it with this game.

There doesn't seem to be any similarity between the two.

The biggest feature of the Meilanshan dungeon is that it clearly tells you that there is a limit to the killing of ghosts.

Only those who have been cursed by Mount Meilan will become the targets of the ghosts.

But this game doesn't have that.

Could it be that after going through the novice dungeon, the difficulty really multiplies exponentially, and ghosts can kill people recklessly?

If this is the case, then as a player, wouldn't it be certain to die?

You must know that the birth of the firewood game is claimed to be to protect the fire of human civilization, not to exterminate human beings.

Therefore, the ghosts in the game are not omnipotent, and there are more or less restrictions, but it may not be as obvious as the novice book prompts, and players need to dig it out by themselves.

Perhaps this should also be the reason why the ghost wanted to pretend to be Zhou Like instead of doing it directly.

only…

Ye Xin's pupils trembled slightly.

What is the limitation this time?

——

In the dead of night.

Main room.

Ge Rou sat on the chair, looking dazed and haggard.

Fatty Jin saw that almost everyone else was asleep, so he pretended to be concerned, and moved to Gerou's side.

"Miss Ge, are you okay?"

Ge Rou forced a smile, shook his head, and said nothing.

She didn't have a good opinion of this fat man with sly eyebrows, and her husband Zhen Zhibing had a dispute with him before.

Now that her husband was killed, she was even less in the mood to talk to this fat man.

Fatty Jin was very uninterested, salivating, pulled out the chair, sat down beside Gerou, and put on a serious look,

"Miss Ge, the dead are gone, people still have to look forward, you are still so young, and there is still a long time to come, so don't be too sad."

Seeing the fat man staring straight at her, Ge Rou felt a little uneasy, and couldn't help frowning slightly, but the other party was kind, and she didn't like to speak ill at each other.

"Thanks."

Any normal person should be able to hear the perfunctory in her tone, but Fatty Jin didn't seem to be able to hear it, and his small, sneaky eyes gradually moved down Ge Rou's white and greasy cheeks.

"Miss Ge, what are your future plans?"

From his knowledge of "Back View", he understood that this fat man should have received compulsory education, but his education level is definitely not high.

Otherwise, a person of high standard would definitely not be so frizzy.

After all, even if you sneak in, you have to pay attention to step by step.

Seeing the fat man staring at his chest, Ge Rou frowned, and his face turned cold.

"Mr. Jin, I am a married woman, I hope you will show me some respect."

Fatty Jin, who wanted to put his eyes on it, came back to his senses. Knowing that he was too exposed, he quickly raised his eyes and tried to remedy it: "Miss Ge, don't get me wrong, I have no other intentions. To be honest, I fell in love with Miss Ge at first sight. ..."

The despicableness in his bones cannot be made up for by a few words of politeness.

Ge Rou felt even more disgusted, and suddenly slapped the table.

"My surname is Jin, my husband just passed away, are you still human? You are not afraid of being heard by him and come to trouble you?"

Fatty Jin's mind froze, and he subconsciously looked down at the place where the corpse had been placed before. Only when he saw that there was nothing there did he realize that the corpse had been carried away.

He smiled and raised his head again.

"Miss Ge, why are you angry? You can't come back from the dead. Your husband is already dead. As a woman, you should always think about the rest of your life, right?"

As he said that, he couldn't help it, and reached out to grab Ge Rou's hand.

"Miss Ge, I am sincere to you."

Furious, Ge Rou immediately stood up, avoiding the claws that were stretched out, covered his face with frost, and was about to scold Fatty Jin angrily, but at this moment, the wind outside the house suddenly picked up, making the door tremble continuously.

"Rou'er..."

A gentle call came from outside the door.

Ge Rou froze for a moment, the anger on his face instantly froze, and he turned his head slowly in disbelief.

It's not hallucinations.

Because Fatty Jin obviously heard it too, this fat man who was dazzled by **** had his eyes wide open, and he stared stiffly at the door.

"call…"

The door seemed to be blown open by the wind.

In the thick darkness, a shadow stepped in.

Fatty Jin's heartbeat stopped suddenly, his hair stood on end, his fat face was full of horror, the blood faded quickly, and he was frightened and froze there.

"husband?"

Ge Rou was in a daze.

indeed.

The one who walked in was none other than Zhen Zhibing, who died the day before yesterday. His neck was broken and he was not only intact, but also smiling.

"I heard you calling me just now, did someone bully you?"

Zhen Zhibing said as he walked towards the two of them.

Fatty Jin's hands and feet were cold, and he wanted to scream out loud, but for some reason, his throat seemed to be blocked by something, and he couldn't make a sound. He could only watch a "dead man" gradually approaching him~www.mtlnovel .com~Ge Rou took a step forward subconsciously, but suddenly stopped, looking at that familiar yet unfamiliar face, the confusion in her eyes was gradually replaced by fear.

"No, you are not my husband."

She shook her head, retracted her feet, paled, and started to back away.

"Rou'er, don't you miss me very much? I'm here, why are you unhappy?"

Zhen Zhibing's face showed sadness.

"Impossible, Zhen Zhibing is dead! He is dead! Who are you? Who are you?!"

Fatty Jin finally stopped sitting still, jumped up from the chair, and roared loudly to hide the extreme fear in his heart.

Dejected, Zhen Zhibing suddenly turned his head and stared at Fatty Jin who questioned him, with a strange look in his eyes.

"Who am I? Who am I..."

He was talking to himself, seeming to be confused, and at the same time, he walked towards Fatty Jin.

He was not fast, and Fatty Jin wanted to run, but his feet were so weak that he couldn't move at all. He could only watch helplessly as the other party walked in front of him, and then he was pinched by the neck and lifted up.

"Save, save..."

Fatty Jin's face turned red quickly, his legs fluttered in the air, and because of suffocation, he couldn't utter a complete sentence at all.

"who I am…"

Zhen Zhibing kept murmuring, his pupils became dark, he raised his left hand, and thrust forward suddenly.

"Pfft!"

A thing that was still beating was pulled out alive.

Fatty Jin snorted, his eyes almost popping out.

He actually saw his heart! !

On the side, Ge Rou, who witnessed everything, was shaking like chaff, and was frightened out of his wits.

"ah!!"