Thriller Game: Crazy Beauty Abducts Evil God Online

"Are we really not going to burn incense anymore?"

Nanxi even asked the question with an air of utter innocence.

Abbot: "No need."

He pointed to the fat and thin monks: "Take them to the place where the patron is staying and prepare to rest."

"Yes."

The fat monk couldn't help but glance at Nanxi a few more times, while the thin monk stared blankly at Nanxi, his expression returning to the same one he had just shown, and he slurped his saliva: "Delicious..."

Does this mean it smells good to oneself?

Before, I was always the one who treated others like a tonic, but now one day I'm the one being treated like a tonic?

Nanxi suddenly found it somewhat amusing.

The fat monk patted the thin monk on the head, then chuckled and led the group out.

As Nanxi walked at the end of the procession, she could clearly feel that with every movement she made, all the monks in the entire hall were staring intently at her, as if they wanted to fix their eyes on her and change with her every move.

Everyone's eyes were perfectly aligned, as if they were... one person.

The fat monk led everyone forward, passing through one grand hall after another, and soon brought them to a special courtyard.

"This is where you'll be staying. You can rest here tonight. There are some rules to follow in the ancient temple, as well as the arrangements for tomorrow, in your rooms."

After explaining everything, the fat and thin monks left happily.

There were very few houses left, so Nanxi and Passerby A shared a room.

Of course, the reason for this arrangement is that Passerby A fought hard to secure this position despite opposition.

at this time.

Passerby A wiped the sweat from his brow, his face resolute: "Sister Nan, don't worry, I've already gotten the room key."

Nanxi: "...Okay."

The two of them opened the door to the room together.

The room was extremely simply furnished, with two small beds, two small tables, and a cabinet. It truly looked like a place for quiet meditation in an ancient temple.

"Sister Nan, look at this."

Passerby A went in first and immediately noticed the items placed on the small wooden table.

Nanxi walked over and saw two pieces of paper on a small wooden table. The things written on the two pieces of paper seemed to be different.

Pick up the first piece of paper, which lists the daily schedule starting tomorrow.

We have to get up at six o'clock, and we need to recite scriptures except for mealtimes. Only after dinner are we free time to arrange our own activities.

[This is nothing more than going to jail.]

Have you tried it?

Okay, okay...

Nanxi then picked up the second piece of paper.

The second sheet of paper is much more interesting than the first one.

[Important Notes on Accommodation at Jing Shui Ancient Temple]

[After dinner at Jing Shui Ancient Temple at 5:30 PM, it is recommended that you go to bed at 8 PM to ensure you get enough sleep.]

Jing Shui Ancient Temple is quite large. If you have any requests, you can ask the fat or thin monks for help.

[In this ancient temple, if you encounter any troubles, you can go to the main hall to seek help from Buddha. Buddha is compassionate and will surely help you.]

Do not gaze at Buddha, do not gaze at Buddha, do not gaze at Buddha.

This is all that's written on the paper.

It's different from typical supernatural tales.

Nanxi looked up with interest and saw the very strange expression on the face of the passerby.

"This doesn't seem like some kind of supernatural tale, if I had to say..."

Passerby A hesitated before speaking, "I feel like this is more like a tourist brochure?"

There are no mandatory requirements at all.

All of these were well-intentioned reminders.

Even when he emphasized this point three times at the end, he didn't say "Never look directly at Buddha," but rather just casually said, "Don't look directly at Buddha."

How strange.

Passerby A couldn't help but ask, "So, is this some kind of supernatural rule?"

"It doesn't look like it."

Nanxi pondered for a moment before speaking, "Even what's written here might not be a true warning; it might be half true and half false."

The two discussed it carefully, but ultimately couldn't reach any conclusion.

The final result of the discussion was that Nanxi would rest here for a while, while the energetic passerby A found an excuse to go out and find out more information.

Nanxi finally understood why Passerby A knew so much information.

She carefully observed the room, then went outside to look around at the people's dwellings, feeling a strange, inexplicable unease.

"There aren't many monks around here; it looks rather remote."

Nanxi had barely finished speaking when she immediately heard Qiuqiu's voice in her mind.

Qiuqiu added directly, "This place isn't remote at all; it's right in the center of the entire Jing Shui Ancient Temple."

Why does Nanxi consider this place to be remote?

wrong.

Why did the people at Jing Shui Ancient Temple deliberately decorate the very center of the temple to look so remote?

"Right in the center?"

Nanxi was somewhat surprised. She knew that although Qiuqiu hadn't come out, it had already explored the entire island in the middle of the lake, so what it said couldn't be false.

If what Qiuqiu said is true...

Nanxi asked, "Where is that main hall we just went to located?"

Qiuqiu assessed the situation and said, "It's in a more forward position."

This is unlike the layout of a typical ancient temple.

Nanxi lowered her eyes, took a quick walk around the area, and then returned to her room, where she sensed something was amiss.

Qiuqiu jumped out and said, "Why does the room feel different from before?"

There's always this strange feeling that I can't quite put my finger on.

Is it just my imagination?

"It's just different."

Nanxi gently sniffed the ghostly aura in the air, then went to the head of the two beds and took out a blood-red Buddhist bead from under the pillow.

The Buddhist prayer beads, which originally represented charity, were now soaked in blood, the red color glaringly bright.

This Buddhist rosary appears to have been specially treated, as it has no bloody smell.

【! 】

[This looks really bad; we're sure to be attacked by monsters when it gets dark!]

Who could have done this?

[Could it be those two monks, the fat one and the thin one? That fat monk who ate people didn't seem like a good person at all!]

"Not a monk."

Nanxi looked around and said, "I can't smell any outsiders here. Even if someone came in just now, they must be someone staying in another room."

I just don't know... whether that person is a player or an NPC?

-

It got dark.

All the players gathered together for dinner.

"What should we do?" Wu San asked, initiating the conversation.

As a player ranked 98th on the leaderboard, the time spent in group meetings with these top players made me feel incredibly safe.

He specifically managed to snag a room next to Nanxi's.

"You saw the information in the room too, didn't you think about the clues at all? What I hate most in dungeons is people like you who just ask for handouts, always just opening their mouths and taking away clues that others have worked hard to come up with!"

Sun Meng, who had a bad temper, snorted coldly and was very impolite.

Wu San was taken aback. He had simply started a conversation, but he hadn't expected to receive such a response.

Passerby A then spoke up with a smile: "I saw the papers in the room, but it seems they don't have many ideas about the clues either."

When Sun Meng saw that the person speaking was just a passerby, she simply stuffed a mouthful of rice into her mouth and remained silent.

Wu San: "..."

I see, this is selective irritability.

In layman's terms, it means bullying the weak and fearing the strong.

Sun Meng seemed to realize that her attitude towards the two people was a bit too obvious, and everyone present was shrewd. Such behavior not only failed to please them, but also made her even more disliked.

Her face was pale, so she simply ate a couple of bites and made an excuse to go back to her room.

On the way back, they almost bumped into the old man who was returning from outside.

"I'm sorry, young lady," the old man said, his beard white, but he still took the initiative to speak.

Sun Meng's attitude towards NPCs was even less likely to be positive. She rolled her eyes, walked straight ahead, and muttered under her breath, "Old man!"

And at the dinner table.

After Sun Meng left, the atmosphere became a little more harmonious.

Passerby A cleared his throat: "Actually, everyone should have already seen the clues in the room. So, let me tell you about some information I gathered this afternoon when I went out to investigate. What information is actually..."

She glanced at the side halfway through her sentence.

Huh?

What about Nanxi?

When did Nanxi leave again without anyone noticing?

Before he could think, the passerby began to slowly recount his story, urged on by the others.

Where is Nanxi now?

In the dimly lit room, Nanxi did not light any candles and remained quiet.

[I'm a new viewer. What's going on here? Is the streamer cosplaying as a ghost to scare people?]

Have you ever seen such a beautiful female ghost?

No, not at all.

What's wrong with the streamer...?

[They're catching someone. Nanxi said that many people go out for dinner tonight, and they might run into bad guys who want to cause trouble, so she turned off the lights and waited here.]

[Didn't the bad guy already put something under her pillow? Will he come back tonight?]

The window moved!

"Click."

With a soft sound, the room's window was slowly opened.

Then a dark figure jumped out.