The next day arrived, and stark white light flooded the world. In the coffin-like village, the villagers pushed open doors like coffin lids and silently emerged, their faces deathly pale.
There were men and women, young and old, yet all of them looked as though they had been cast from the same mold.
They walked as if they were sleepwalking.
The players also came out of their thatched huts and watched the villagers.
Li Yang had injured one leg the previous night and now walked with a limp.
According to him, their team of three had become separated while fleeing. A man in military uniform had broken his leg, but the moonlight had faded too quickly for him to see who it was. All he knew was that the guards called him Major.
He said it was lucky he had run fast, or he would have lost more than a leg-he would have died there. All three of them shuddered at the memory.
Wei Yanchi looked thoughtful. "Major."
Piecing together the earlier clues, 39 was the Viscount, and the Viscount was the Colonel. This Major, then, should be Mr. 39's colleague or subordinate. It seemed that apart from Mr. 39, every other NPC bore them nothing but malice.
Who was the "demon Belial" Mr. 39 had mentioned yesterday? 39 had said he wasn't the key to clearing this instance. Could the demon Belial be the key instead?
Zhang Ninde stood beside Wei Yanchi, keeping his eyes on the villagers.
He had entered this instance to investigate the special NPC incident in the first place. Now that he understood 39's identity, he was even more puzzled. Why would such a powerful ghost as 39 appear in the real world?
Zhang Ninde had only established one thing so far: NPCs were weakened