Although threatening them outright might have achieved the same result, Shen Ru simply didn't want to let them off so easily.
Or rather, he didn't want to let any NPC in this Instance off the hook, especially those damned Puppets.
The cemetery behind the Church looked more like a scattering of abandoned graves. Weeds grew unchecked around the few lonely plots, lending the place an air of desolation on top of its gloom.
As Sheng Ziyao dug, he mused, "Does nobody in this town die? There are only a handful of graves!"
Meng Yizhi didn't give it much thought and joked, "Maybe they all know how to live forever. No deaths, no need for gravestones."
The pink-haired young man's hands stopped the moment those words left his mouth. He had dug up a diary.
Given its age and thickness, though, it could hardly be called a diary anymore. At most, it was a few ancient pages of notes.
Before he could make out the contents, the words at the very top of the page frightened him into silence.
Eternal Life Game.
These were a Player's notes.
The person buried here wasn't a town resident at all, but a Player who had died here!
Then where did they bury the town's residents when they died?
Did they burn them to ashes and just scatter them???
Fuck...
In the livestream chat:
[Fuck... this is giving me serious chills...]
[Pink Hair really called it. Does nobody in this town die??]
[Shit, don't tell me they all went to that New World place???]
[Huh? They go to the New World to get buried after they die?]
[You above me, if you can't keep up, sit out the discussion. You can just provide atmosphere. Post some question marks and exclamation marks or something.]
[?????]
Shen