Although the system announcement said that the aunt had been sent to her residence by the housekeeper, Chi Yiyin knew very well that the housekeeper should be dead.
In order to guard against the crazy female ghost, he used the housekeeper as a shield and had squeezed out all of his value.
But even so, the system still mentioned the housekeeperâŚ
Chi Yiyin recalled that in the banquet hall, the boy disappeared out of thin air after his throat was pierced and was about to die in front of him.
He couldnât help but start to wonder, did the NPCs in the instance have a mechanism of infinite regeneration? Kill it once, and it will come back to life again. Perhaps, the housekeeper was also like this?
In order to verify his guess, he kept an eye out for the housekeeper and aunt on the way back to the boudoir.
But along the way, not even a faceless servant was seen.
Tong Yao curiously followed Chi Yiyinâs gaze and looked to the side, but there was nothing there.
Chi Yiyin shook his head, and didnât mention his doubts. However, he told Tong Yao about the aunt on the way back to the boudoir.
He suddenly felt that it would be nice if these NPCs really had a mechanism of infinite regeneration. In this way, the housekeeper and others whom he wrote in his notebook would change from disposable garbage to reusable garbage.
Chi Yiyin rubbed his fingertips while thinking deeply.
The audience before the live broadcast: [Fuck, the anchorâs expression is so scary. What is he thinking?]
[Yes, doesnât it feel like he wants to squeeze out the unlucky ones?]
[I really admire the anchor. When I thought he was going to have bad luck, he could always have a comeback to slap my face.]
[He is definitely Pope! Donât use our thinking to challenge the vision of a big shot!]
Chi ¡ Squeeze Out ¡ Yiyin: How can I make these instance NPCs my tools? ThinkingâŚâŚ
After hearing what happened to Ma Yuze from Chi Yiyin, Tong Yao was shocked at first, and then furious: âHow could they do this! Donât they know that Ma Yuze doesnât want to marry?â
âWhen it comes to interests for these people, even human life is insignificant. Let alone marriage.â
Chi Yiyinâs expression was extremely sincere and moving: âI want to do something for Ma Yuze, but I donât know what to do. Tong Yao, can you help me?â
Tong Yao was instigated by Chi Yiyin, and immediately agreed.
But just as she agreed, she hesitated again.
Tong Yao had always been clear about her position. She is just an ordinary player trying to survive. Although being randomly chosen to enter this instance disrupted her plan, she still wanted to leave the instance alive.
And if you helped Ma Yuze get revenge, this family may never be able to reunite again and Master Maâs wish would come to nothing. The instance could not be passed, and she was sure to die.
One side is her own life, and the other side is someone elseâs story. Although Tong Yao couldnât bear it, she also knew which to choose.
Seeing Tong Yaoâs hesitation, Chi Yiyin smiled and said, âDonât worry, I will do everything to pass the instance. If I canât, it will be my death. Tong Yao, you just need to tell me as much as you can with your knowledge, so I can determine my plan.â
If you asked someone else to do you a big favor, the other party would definitely hesitate. But if itâs just a little effort that wouldnât threaten the other partyâs interests and life, then the other party would most likely agree to it readily.
Especially Tong Yao who owed him her life.
Sure enough, after hearing what Chi Yiyin said, Tong Yao nodded immediately.
She didnât know what information Chi Yiyin wanted, and while she was relieved by Chi Yiyinâs understanding and generosity, she felt even more ashamed. So, she told all the things she knew in one go, as if this could make up for her guilt towards Ma Yuze.
âTo be honest, I donât know how this instance will develop. The game fieldâs random probability is not low, and different side plots can be triggered any time.â
Tong Yao spoke with worry: âIn the past [Dear Home], the first day was actually relatively safe. The elder sister just came home, and she hadnât had time to have friction with her family. The important change came from the second day when Master Ma came home.â
On the second day of the instance, Master Ma, who knew that Ma Yuze had arrived, would be taken home by the housekeeper. He had a long talk with Ma Yuze, but it ended unhappily with anger. He smashed the furniture in the study in a rage. The servants followed the masterâs attitude and their treatment towards Ma Yuze became worse. The siblings followed the adultsâ example and looked down on their elder sister.
The only person who could comfort Ma Yuze was her aunt.
But when Madam Ma saw Ma Yuze with the aunt, she yelled at Ma Yuze like crazy, telling her to go back to her boudoir and not allowing her to come out. She then tore and beat her aunt. The madam was then locked back in her room.
Until about 4 oâclock in the afternoon the next day, players started to get killed.
For as long as the instance last, one person would die on time every day.
âIn the past recordings and broadcasts, the seven days of the instance would decrease with the number of players who died every evening. This was the fixed time of death. Many people became desperate and crazy because of the fear of being approached by death.â
Tong Yao said: âBut in this instance, there are too many plots that have never appeared before, and I donât know what the next development will be.â
Chi Yiyin knew that it was because he triggered several sub-plots that deviated from the original main line, which made the current instance completely unrecognizable.
But he still captured the fixed time of death that Tong Yao said.
âIs there anything unique about this point in time?â
Tong Yao thought for a while, and said, âThis time is exactly the time when the younger brother who goes to school comes home.â
In other words, the young Ma Qing, who had a bad relationship with Ma Yuze, would return home through the thick fog in Gushu Town at this time, and the gate of the mansion would be opened once.
He suddenly remembered the figure he saw before entering the mansion, and the female ghost of Gushu Town mentioned in the newspaper.
If the female ghost of Gushu Town was Ma Yuze, it means that she would watch Ma Qing walk through the thick fog with her own eyes, and perhaps, she would follow Ma Qing into the gate of Maâs mansionâŚ
What Ma Qing said to Tong Yao in the banquet hall was enough to prove that this younger brother not only disrespected his elder sister, but also wanted to use her death in exchange for his own interests.
Even if Ma Yuze wanted to have revenge, Chi Yiyin didnât think there was anything wrong with it.
But, why was it not Ma Qing who died in the past, but a player who was also âMa Yuze?â This was equivalent to the female ghost committing suicide.
Chi Yiyin frowned, a little puzzled.
The two had already walked back to the courtyard where the boudoir was located. Tong Yao looked at the 3 minutes countdown, and tentatively called Chi Yiyin who was in deep thought.
Chi Yiyin suddenly came back to his senses and nodded to Tong Yao. He told her not to go out after nightfall, no matter what sounds she heard.
Since her goal is to protect herself, Chi Yiyin didnât make things difficult for her.
Tong Yao was aware of Chi Yiyinâs thoughts, and felt even more guilty while being grateful: âMr. Chi, you should be more careful. If you have any information you want to know, please contact me at any time.â
After Tong Yao returned to the boudoir, the courtyard became quiet again.
Compared with when Chi Yiyin left the boudoir, the courtyard had changed a lot. The number of boudoirs changed in real time with the number of surviving players, and the parts of the courtyard that were destroyed by skeleton and snakes had also been restored to their original condition. Nothing that happened during the day could be seen anymore.
Only the swing in the garden was still moving without wind, making the sound of âcreak, creakâŚâ
âGood evening, Miss Ma.â
Chi Yiyin lowered his eyes and nodded in the direction of the swing. He then returned to his boudoir with a smile, and locked the door.
The candlesticks were lit, and the light was projected on the ground through the window paper of the boudoir.
On the swing, a figure in red slowly appeared.
The woman wore a grand and complicated wedding dress. Her hair was braided to a married womanâs appearance, and her face could not be seen clearly under the red veil.
Her hands folded in front of her abdomen and swayed gently on the swing. Itâs just that under the lifted skirt, no feet could be seen, and the red embroidered shoes were missing.
After the two returned to their boudoirs, the rest of the players rushed back one after another before the countdown ended.
Jingcha looked at the figure reflected on the window paper of one of the boudoirs, the black rabbit ears shook, and he smiled.
âThen Iâll live across from you.â
Chi Yiyin in the boudoir relied on his good hearing to hear all sorts of noises outside the room. He didnât turn off the lights until it was completely quiet, got up from the window, and walked towards the several large wooden boxes placed in the room.
He deliberately let others see his shadow cast by the window, so that everyone who came after him could see himself inside.
When the system made the announcement, Chi Yiyin keenly discovered that the other party played a word game.
It didnât say âdo not leave the room,â but âdo not leave the room at willâ with an extra qualifier, the meaning was quite different.
As long as the player had a clear purpose, leaving the boudoir was not a violation of the rule.
âThis was how Chi Yiyin understood it, and was going to do the same thing.
After nightfall, he was going to investigate the Ma family mansion again, especially the mummy in Madam Maâs room.
Madam Ma, who was particularly partial to the elder sister in the younger sisterâs eyes, was furious when she saw the aunt comforting the heartbroken sister. Perhaps, Madam Ma knew something on the inside.
Chi Yiyin stood still in front of the wooden boxes with the word âĺâ and red silk hanging on them. When he opened the boxes, the first thing he saw was golden light.
Even in the weak light, the gold ingots neatly stacked up in rows still glisten, making it hard to keep oneâs eyes open.
He opened all the boxes one after another, and found that every box was the same. The sums added was staggering enough even now, enough to make anyone tempted to do anything.
Chi Yiyin couldnât help but be astonished.
This should be Ma Yuzeâs betrothal gift, but the other party would give out such a generous amount of gold, and the Ma family who paid attention to profits would give this gold to Ma Yuze?
According to his current understanding of Master Ma, the other party should attribute all this property to himself.
But before Chi Yiyin could figure out what was going on, an irresistible drowsiness quickly struck him, dragging his soul into a dark and sweet dreamland.
He was sitting on a chair next to the wooden box, and before he even had time to put down the gold ingot in his hand, he was already sleeping soundly with steady breathing.
The other boudoirs also fell silent in an instant.
Only the sound of the swing was left, moving unhurriedly in the courtyardâŚ
At night, Gushu Town sank into darkness as silent as death.
Only the sound of leather boots landing came from far and near.
In the white fog, a tall man wearing a long black trench coat with a scarf on his shoulders. The scarf was rolled up by the wind as he walked slowly.