For now, they could not rashly conclude that the Eternal Life Game the mayor had mentioned was the same thing the players knew.
And why had they found no human bones after the fire?
It seemed they would have to visit the mayor's house to find the answers.
Still, through this tightly orchestrated frame-up, Shen Ru had indeed learned what he wanted to know.
The townspeople ate flesh taken from players and drank soup made from their bones.
The reason was simply that there were too many of them. Players entered the instance too frequently, exceeding its capacity, so they could only be eaten...
A simple yet absurd reason.
After the blaze, the only remaining proof that the mayor had ever existed was the angel statue behind the cross, half of it blackened by smoke.
Shen Ru turned to look at the people standing below, those self-proclaimed believers in God.
There was not a trace of sorrow on their faces. What showed instead was relief.
Relief that they would not be implicated in the mayor's death.
Some were even envious.
Envious of the mayor's good fortune-even his death had given him a grave fashioned by God himself.
Sheng Ziyao poked around in the ashes with a stick. Finding nothing, he quietly asked, "So are we still making bone soup?"
"I'm afraid that's off the menu."
His dark red eyes brimmed with regret as he surveyed their surroundings with a smile, seemingly waiting for something to happen.
Seeing him like this, Meng Yizhi's scalp immediately began to prickle. Unwilling to give up, he pressed:
"Why?"
Shen Ru smiled sheepishly. "I just told the NPC that I knew he'd been framed. The rules randomly triggered in town now generally follow a certain logic. I knew the truth but watched the mayor