Breaking the Game

It seemed only the watches on the wrists of the two people in the room were still ticking.

Zheng Wuyou peered through the scattered gaps, confirming that the half-person, half-head had left the "woodshed."

She quickly pushed open the firewood in front of her, nimbly and awkwardly escaping the embrace of the person behind her.

She calmly tidied her messy hair and turned around.

But she saw Miao Laisheng frozen for a moment by her words.

She couldn't help but curve the corners of her mouth.

With a confident air, she reached out her hand to him, "What, handsome guy, never been chased before?"

Miao Laisheng looked up and met her gaze seriously for two seconds, his slightly furrowed brow seemingly not understanding how she could joke in such a situation.

He didn't respond, pulling her wrist and getting up.

How polite.

This person even knows to keep a distance.

Zheng Wuyou glanced at her cuff, the creases left by his firm grip smoothing out in no time.

"No wonder they left without finding anyone, all the clues were taken with them."

Zheng Wuyou stood in the middle of the room, her tone tinged with regret.

The surrounding black earth walls were bare.

Not a single item was left behind.

If it weren't for the mess on the ground, it would have been like a hallucination.

"Shortly after you left, Zhu Li dispersed with the villagers," Miao Laisheng said indifferently, brushing off his clothes, ignoring the bloodstains on his palm from thorns on some dry firewood.

Zheng Wuyou shook her head, seeing him return to his initially indifferent demeanor.

"So how did you know someone would come?"

"I've seen too many cases," Miao Laisheng's simple five words dismissed Zheng Wuyou's question.

"Do you remember the first three points I mentioned? King Yama wears a mask... Now we just need to find King Yama." On the way back to the main hall, Zheng Wuyou looked up at the sky.

The setting sun had once again taken over the sky, it was evening again.

The sky within her sight was then replaced by the roof of the wooden house, blocking her view.

"To the graveyard!"

Zheng Wuyou strode across the main hall, her feet seeming to carry her like the wind, heading quickly towards the path leading into the mountains.

She didn't stop for the people in the main hall.

Wansi hurriedly followed behind her.

The rest of the group, not knowing what she had seen in the backyard, could only follow her with confusion.

As soon as they reached their destination, countless white bones seemed to consciously struggle and tremble out of the mud.

Their grotesque faces were devoid of flesh, their fingertips only shards of crushed bone.

Among them was a skeleton, belonging to Madam Zhao, whose grave had been dug up yesterday and restored today.

Damn it!

I forgot to throw stones first!

Seeing this, Zheng Wuyou quickly pulled Wansi and instinctively dodged backward, but froze when she saw the white bones crawling towards the altar.

Upon closer inspection, Zheng Wuyou realized that all these white bones came from the graves of those women.

And more skeletal remains from what appeared to be a mass grave halfway up the mountain were pouring in from all directions.

The altar began to rotate again, the rotten, fragile bones being ground into the rollers.

It was shocking yet grand.

Immediately, powder filled the air in front of everyone...

forming a vortex.

The scene entered a tragic and magnificent preview.

The altar, almost swallowed by white bones, seemed to have the rewind button pressed, rapidly reassembling as day and night alternated overhead.

Finally, the long axis of time stopped at a festive evening.

Most of the villagers had gathered at the entrance of the village, many holding colorful wrapping paper.

Their faces were filled with joy as they walked in the same direction.

Seeing this scene, Wen Dian and Hu Yu instantly thought of the wedding scene at Old Zhu's family.

However, in a corner unnoticed by Zhu Li's family, a little boy peeked out half his head from behind the doorframe, his cheeks puffed out angrily, glaring at each passing villager.

Many villagers even teased him, asking why he wasn't happy about his sister's wedding today, since it was a joyous occasion for their family.

Was he perhaps in love with his sister?

"Not human at all. Making jokes like that!" Uncle Cai looked at the villagers his age, his words unbearable.

He angrily lunged forward, throwing a punch at the smirking man.

But it was like hitting cotton, The person opposite him showed no reaction.

"Uncle Cai... this seems to be a memory." Those few words seemed powerless at this moment. Hu Yu kindly pulled Uncle Cai back.

The crowd silently continued to follow the flow of people, heading towards the protagonist's house.

For one night, the familiar courtyard was filled with singing and laughter. Everyone raised their glasses, singing loudly, toasting the joyous occasion.

Suddenly, a little boy burst in, breaking the atmosphere. He seemed to have prepared himself mentally for a long time. He shouted as he rushed into the courtyard, directly overturning a table laden with rare delicacies.

He yelled that no one was allowed to eat tonight!

Seeing the disruption, his father, with a grim expression, dragged the little boy to the doorway, grabbed a wooden stick from the wall, and began to beat him severely.

The little boy cried hysterically outside the door...

mingling with the singing and laughter from inside.

Everyone standing at the doorway, witnessing all this, watched this immersive movie...

They exchanged glances, but were powerless.

Just as the little boy was beaten to the brink of death and collapsed outside the door, Zheng Wuyou and a few others saw the village chief enter the room adorned with colorful ribbons, holding candy, and close the door.

The woman outside the door looked embarrassed and wisely left the courtyard, starting to walk back to her own home.

Most of the men, however, remained in the courtyard, continuing their vulgar conversations.

The little boy lay on the ground in despair, watching the departing women. Some women kindly handed him a piece of candy they had brought out from inside, urging him to leave this place quickly and never return.

But...

The stubborn little boy just clenched the candy tightly.

Finally, as the village chief emerged, a sound of jeering erupted in the courtyard.

The door inside closed and opened, opened and closed.

How many times that door closed and opened throughout the night, no one knew.

Unable to move, the little boy, enduring the pain, crawled to a corner outside the door. The tears on his face had already dried into streaks.

The commotion inside gradually subsided. Most people were drunk and helped each other on their way home.

The little boy's father came out of the house very happily. After exchanging a few pleasantries with the owner of the courtyard, he left with a large bag of firewood, rice, oil, and salt.

Perhaps hearing that the courtyard had quieted down, with only a steady snore remaining.

Only then did the little boy, with his body covered in bloody marks, push himself up and walk towards the courtyard, leaning against the wall.

He reached the courtyard, picked up a broken bowl shard that had been smashed and not yet cleaned up, and plunged it directly into the back of the neck of the sleeping person. As many times as they had opened and closed that door, he repeated the action with the shard.

Warm red liquid immediately sprayed all over him, and his vision turned completely red...

The neck was a bloody mess, unable to support the weight of the head, it bent to one side, exposing the internal tissues.

Only then did he drop the shard in his hand and stagger towards that house.

His hand, clutching the candy, trembled. He shakily opened the door.

There were no other furnishings inside, only a dilapidated bed, covered with a set of festive bedding.

Wrapped in the bedding was a pale-faced little girl, her eyes staring blankly at the ceiling beams.

Her pitiful expression seemed to be imagining the good future she should have had.

He endured the pain and offered the candy in his hand to his sister, but her frail body showed no response.

Tears fell onto her pale face, blooming like a flower.

He found a basket, gently placed his sister, wrapped in the bedding, into it. Carrying this light love, he set fire to this village full of demons.