Paper Doll

A strong sense of danger gathered, and then began to intensify continuously.

"Mr. Bo's words are not quite right."

A leisurely voice interrupted the current tension, and Xi Guici, who had entered at some point, picked up the thread of the conversation.

The Village Chief turned his head, seeing someone speaking up for him, and his expression softened a bit. "It doesn't..." matter.

Before he could finish speaking, he was so angry at the man's next sentence that his face turned green.

Xi Guici chuckled softly. "Just the parents aren't enough; the whole village should slit their throats too, then you wouldn't have to worry about who goes first and who goes later, and you can keep each other company all the way down the Yellow Springs Road."

(Village Chief Emotion Points +9999)

This remark was simply inhuman, firing indiscriminately at everyone without a target.

The Village Chief's face was practically splitting from anger, and he flicked his sleeve, no longer communicating with the two of them as he stormed off in a rage.

"Mr. Bo."

Xi Guici pulled out a stool and forcefully sat down beside Bo Shuo.

An area around Bo Shuo was left empty, as those people did not dare to crowd close, and in the end, only Sang Yu and Xi Guici remained sitting beside Bo Shuo.

"You are not allowed to go near Mr. Bo."

Sang Yu said coldly, keenly sensing the youth's displeasure as she stepped forward directly to block the space between the two of them.

Xi Guici narrowed his eyes, naturally refusing to leave, and stared at Sang Yu with a gaze that could hardly be called friendly, as venomous and sinister as a viper.

He had long found this person eyesore—or rather, he found anyone who approached Bo Shuo eyesore.

What right did these people have to follow Bo Shuo.

Yet the moment he turned his head back, he resumed that gentle and fragile appearance, playing the weak card. "Does Mr. Bo not want to know what I went out to do?"

Bo Shuo looked at him unconcernedly, the corners of his lips curling into a mocking smile. "I ask and you'll tell?"

"Of course," Xi Guici blinked, placing himself in a very humble position. "As long as Mr. Bo is willing to speak."

He lowered his voice suggestively. "I will definitely tell you everything I know."

"But I don't believe you."

The Black Haired Youth's sharp and cold brows lifted slightly, fierce as an unsheathed blade in the snow.

His indifferent gaze landed leisurely on Xi Guici, as if evaluating the truth of his words.

Xi Guici's throat tightened with excitement, the corners of his eyes even flushing red.

He took the initiative to throw out his sincerity. "Mr. Bo can go take a look at the back mountain; there should be the information you need there."

The back mountain?

Bo Shuo noted this term down, and was just about to squeeze more clues out of Xi Guici when the next second, accompanied by the opening sound of gongs and drums, the wedding banquet began.

"The auspicious hour has arrived!"

The scene suddenly descended into chaos. The paper dolls that had originally been sitting in their seats all stood up as if they had come back to life, and then walked step by step toward the coffin at the very front.

With a huge booming sound, the two coffins were lifted by the paper dolls, followed immediately by a sharp sound.

"Bow to heaven and earth!"

The paper dolls carrying the coffins on both sides crumpled their bodies up into a ball, arching their backs to make the coffins tilt into a slope, pretending that the two Newcomers were bowing.

The twist happened the very next second.

The group of villagers who had been sitting nicely on the side suddenly violently erupted!

An E-rank examinee was tackled to the ground because he failed to dodge in time, and was then surrounded, torn apart, and devoured by a group of villagers, his miserable screams echoing through the heaven and earth.

Bo Shuo stepped back two paces, narrowly dodging an attack from a nearby villager.

No, they could no longer be considered villagers now.

Their bodies were massive, their backs hunched, pitch-black fur covered their entire bodies, and their claws and teeth were sharp. With just a light sweep across the skin, they could instantly disembowel someone.

The scene descended into utter chaos.

Bo Shuo cursed inwardly, quickly entering combat status. After dodging several monsters in succession, he finally had a brief moment to think.

Clearly, he had violated the rules again.

A few people instinctively tried to run toward the door, but the moment they stepped across the threshold, they were ground into meat paste.

(Wedding Banquet Rules Rule Three: To maintain the order of the wedding banquet, please do not leave halfway while the wedding banquet is in progress.)

Bo Shuo concealed himself in a small corner to observe the surrounding people carefully, discovering that the "villagers" hunted and killed people with specific targets; some people clearly had them right in front of their faces yet the monsters made no move.

Bo Shuo's gaze condensed as he finally found the common denominator: the Red String.

The "villagers" would only attack people who were not wearing a Red String.

Bo Shuo quickly pulled out the Red String from his pocket and tied it around his wrist. Following that, the "villagers" who had been relentlessly chasing him eerily stuttered to a halt.

Then they ignored him and rushed toward the others.

The Skinny Man, who had been pursued by monsters the entire time nearby, saw this scene and, like someone grasping at the last straw of life, ignored the pain in his body and hurriedly tied the Red String back onto his wrist.

The crisis paused.

The person who put on the Red String had lips that were still trembling. Finally having a chance to catch a breath, and noticing that others were still being chased, he braced against the wall and shouted at the top of his lungs, "Put on the Red String!"

Those who were still being chased by monsters heard these words as if grabbing a straw, and one after another put on their Red Strings.

The terrifying pace of the villagers stopped, halting in place like machines that had lost their mainspring, dull and lifeless, having lost their targets for the hunt.

The pursuit on the field began to subside.

But just as the Skinny Man let out a breath of relief, breathing heavily,