You made all the streamers on the internet kneel before you when you were asked to make a game.

The player roared, suddenly raised his foot, and kicked his companion in the chest with all his might.

Caught off guard, his companion was kicked several meters away.

The moment he was kicked away, the hand that had been gripping his ankle released its grip.

The players are now free!

Without the slightest hesitation, he swam desperately toward the shore without looking back.

The companion he kicked away let out a desperate wail in the water.

He felt at least four or five hands grabbing his body and dragging him frantically toward the bottom of the water.

"You...you'll die a horrible death!"

These were his last words in this game.

This scene was simultaneously broadcast in several live streaming rooms.

The entire audience in the Federation fell silent.

If the previous "self-harm for money" was merely a test of the body...

So the current "kicking friends to survive" is a naked test of human nature.

What price are you willing to pay to survive?

How much are your kindness, your friendship, and your sense of justice worth in the face of death?

On the river, a series of dramatic scenes of betrayal and struggle for survival are unfolding.

Why did you kick me! Aren't we best buddies?!

"Fuck you, brother! I'm going to live!"

"Don't pull me! Pull him! He's fatter than me!"

Former teammates have now become each other's "substitutes" who can be exchanged for lives.

In the end, only three or four people managed to escape back to shore.

They lay sprawled on the cold, muddy ground, panting heavily.

They... survived?

……

At this moment, Berserk Dragon is facing a sweet dilemma.

His "protection period" is almost over.

[Status Notice: There are 5 minutes left until "Yin Qi Invasion". Please return to the "Wedding Room" as soon as possible.]

"Grass!"

Brother Long cursed and swore as he climbed out of a pile of garbage that looked to him like shining gems.

He has now fully adapted to this "ghostly vision".

I even think the world is quite beautiful, it's just that I get hungry quickly.

He jogged all the way back to the dilapidated house with red lanterns hanging at the entrance of the village.

The ghost bride is still standing at the door waiting for him.

When she saw Brother Long return, her stiff body seemed to move slightly.

"My husband...you're back."

"Ah, yes, I'm back." Brother Long forced a fawning smile. "Wife, did you miss me?"

The ghost bride did not answer.

She turned around and went inside.

Brother Long gritted his teeth and followed him inside.

Inside the room, there was still that broken table and two broken chairs.

But on the table, there was an extra pair of red dragon and phoenix candles.

A candle is lit.

The firelight was green.

The ghost bride walked to the table, slowly sat down, and then patted the spot next to her.

"Sir, please sit."

Brother Long was extremely unwilling, but he still obediently sat down.

"Honey, what are you doing in the middle of the night instead of sleeping?" Brother Long asked, trying to make conversation.

The ghost bride slowly raised her hand, and something appeared in her hand.

A rusty sewing needle, stained with black blood.

A red thread was still threaded through the needle.

Brother Long's heart skipped a beat. "Wife, what...what are you doing with that needle?"

The ghost bride still didn't answer, but instead reached out her other hand, which wasn't holding the needle, and grabbed Brother Long's left hand.

Her hands were cold, stiff, and devoid of any warmth.

Then, she picked up the needle.

"My lord..."

"Tonight is our auspicious day."

"We should consummate our marriage."

consummating the marriage?

Using a needle to complete the marriage?

Brother Long's brain went blank for three seconds.

Then he watched as the ghost bride aimed the rusty needle at the back of his hand.

"No! No!"

Brother Long let out a pig-like scream, but he couldn't struggle.

"Pfft—"

The cold needle pierced the skin and went through the flesh.

A sensation mixed with excruciating pain and tingling numbness instantly spread throughout Brother Long's body.

Although there is a limit to the pain he can feel, the visual impact of needles and thread piercing through his flesh, and the "sizzling" sound of thread pulling on his flesh simulated by the system, is a million times more terrifying than being stabbed directly!

"Ahhhhh!"

In Brother Long's live stream, only his pig-like screams could be heard.

The comments section went completely crazy.

Holy crap! Holy crap! Holy crap! Stitched hands?!

[Good guy! What kind of monster are you?! How could you even think of something like this?!]

My eyes are numb from looking at it so much, really, and I can feel my hands hurting too.

[Brother Long, hang in there! For the tribe! No, for your wife!]

The ghost bride moved very slowly and carefully.

She stitched together Brother Long's left hand and her own right hand tightly.

A red thread pierced through their skin, connecting them to each other.

May we be forever united in heart and soul.

When the last stitch is put in and a knot is tied.

Brother Long's voice was hoarse from shouting, and he slumped in his chair like a dehydrated fish.

[System notification: You have completed the "Eternal Union" ceremony.]

Your bond with the "Ghost Bride" has deepened.

You have gained a new ability: Paper Doll Summoning (Beginner).

[Ability Description: You can control some of the low-level paper dolls that came with your "wife's" dowry to fight for you by consuming mental energy.]

[Currently controllable quantity: 2.]

Brother Long was stunned when he saw the system notification.

He slowly raised his stitched-up hand.

His and the ghost bride's hands were tightly bound together by a red thread, and they could never be separated again.

He tried to entertain the idea.

In the corner of the room, two paper dowry figures that had been standing still suddenly moved.

They turned their heads, their empty eyes looking at Brother Long.

Then, she slowly bowed to him.

Brother Long became the first player in the Village of the Unjustly Dead to possess a "summoned beast".

Although the cost is quite high.

He looked at the ghost bride sitting beside him, with whom he was "connected by the heart," and a smile that was more like a grimace appeared on his face.

"Wife...you're so good to me."

……

Meanwhile, on Lu Zhixing's side, the gate of the ancestral hall had already been opened.

Lu Zhixing's heart jumped into his throat instantly.

He closed the coffin lid as quickly as possible, then darted behind the mountain of memorial tablets.

The door was pushed open.

The village chief's thin figure walked in, carrying a food box in his hand.

He walked straight to the offering table and placed the various "dishes" from the food box on it.

It turned out to be a still-beating heart, a plate of neatly cut fingers, and a bowl of soup made from eyeballs.

The village chief arranged these items and then respectfully kowtowed three times to the ancestral tablets at the top.

"Dinner is served, ancestors."

His voice was filled with flattery and awe.

After doing all this, he straightened up and glanced at the spot where Lu Zhixing had been kneeling.

There was no one there.

The village chief's face instantly darkened.

Where are they?

His serpentine eyes began to search the dark shrine.

Lu Zhixing hid behind the memorial tablet, holding his breath, his heart pounding.

If he is discovered, his fate will be even worse than that of the human pig in the coffin.

We have to find a way to get out of here!

The village chief's footsteps grew closer, and Lu Zhixing quickly thought things through.

Suddenly, he remembered the structure of the ancestral hall he had seen during the day.

On the side of the ancestral hall, there is a very small window, which is usually nailed shut with wooden boards.

That's the only way out!

Taking advantage of the moment when the village chief's view was blocked by a row of memorial tablets, Lu Zhixing suddenly rushed out from his hiding place.

He moved like a raccoon, silently rushing towards the window.

"There!"

The village chief spotted Lu Zhixing and let out a sharp roar.

He grabbed an incense burner from the offering table and threw it at Lu Zhixing.

The incense burner arrived with a whooshing sound as the wind whistled through the air.

Lu Zhixing didn't even turn his head, and awkwardly rolled away to avoid it.

He had rushed to the window and, with all his might, punched the wooden board sealing the window.

"Bang!"

The wooden board remained completely still.

"Scholar, you can't escape!"