Game, Live Broadcast - Chapter 11
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Chapter 11

Xiao Tangqiu turned pale, his stomach queasy from watching a man burn to death right in front of his eyes. But he still managed to maintain a calm demeanor. Lu Xiaotao had already started vomiting by the side.

The calmest person amongst them was of course Luo Mansu; he seemed to have gotten used to seeing such a thing. He looked the corpse up and down and said, "He's dead; died the same way as the other guy."

"Why?" Tang Mianmian's face was pale with horror, "Why did they die? What's the trigger condition?"

Xiao Tangqiu was also wondering the same thing. As live broadcast anchors for horror games, they were used to this train of thought. Since Zeng Jinping had reached the BE, he must have triggered one of the death conditions…….. Then, what is the death condition?

"Why?" Luo Mansu laughed coldly, "Why must there be a reason? This place is haunted. What reason does a ghost need to hurt someone? Don't tell me you want to reason with a ghost?"

Tang Mianmian was left speechless. Yang Bing carefully asked, "What should we do with the body?"

"We don't need to do anything. It'll be gone by tomorrow," Luo Mansu's sounded uninterested. "Didn't you guys notice that the other body has…….. disappeared?

n.o.body wanted to say anything. Finally, Xiao Tangqiu asked, "Should we check if there's really something in the well?"

Luo Mansu asked, "Who's going to go check? Didn't you see what happened to him?"

Xiao Tangqiu laughed dryly, "Forget it then. Should we talk to the village chief?"

Luo Mansu nodded; the others didn't have any objections either. As they were about set off to look for the village chief, Xiao Tangqiu couldn't resist turning around to look at the well.

There was a red figure crouching beside the well.

Xiao Tangqiu screamed in surprise, giving Tang Mianmian a shock, "What's wrong?"

"There's someone!" Xiao Tangqiu exclaimed.

"There's someone there?" Tang Mianmian turned his head and asked in confusion.

When Xiao Tangqiu looked again, that red figure had disappeared.

They soon reached the village chief's house. Ding Tiantian and Ding Mimi were already waiting outside.

"Older brother?"

"No! We don't want to go!" Ding Tiantian and Ding Mimi were trembling.

"You can choose not to go, but let me tell you this….." Luo Mansu flashed a sinister smile at the twins. "Another person has just died."

Both girls looked ashen, but went along with it when they saw everyone leaving as well.

 

After leaving the village chief's house, Xiao Tangqiu immediately perceived an eerie change in the fis.h.i.+ng village. "The villagers have all disappeared…….."

"They're probably dead," Luo Mansu seemed to disagree. "The village chief was so frightened. Fang Lan must've turned into an evil spirit."

Xiao Tangqiu frowned, "If everyone everyone is dead, then where are the bodies? If they didn't realize they were dead like village chief……. then where are did the bodies go? Did they disappear into thin air? Are NPC bodies not subject to the same rule of disappearing after a day?

"Kid, you're overthinking it," Luo Mansu looked at Xiao Tangqiu in surprise. "But then again, this world is very strange. Not everything has cause and effect."

Xiao Tangqiu didn't think so, but he was suddenly hit with a sinking feeling in his chest – this was the exact feeling he felt whenever he was about to trigger a death condition in a horror game. Whenever he was about to select a choice in-game, his intuition would always point him in the right direction. This jinxed mouth of his was never wrong.

"I have a bad feeling about this……."

"f.u.c.k!" Tang Mianmian was extremely clear about Xiao Tangqiu's mystifying 'gift', "Stop raising Flags ah!"

Then, Luo Mansu widened his eyes, turning to run without a moment's pause. "Quickly, run!!!"

Xiao Tangqiu couldn't resist turning back. The paper doll had exited the village chief's house, carrying the village chief's head in one hand and dragging the shovel they dug the grave with, in another.

A pair of lifelike eyes stared straight at them; its gaze mournful, and br.i.m.m.i.n.g with bitter resentment.