Infinite Murder Mystery Game: The Beauty with a Delicate Palm

That night, a few indistinct barks came from the rice paddies. The wind blew, the bamboo leaves rustled, and their shadows were cast on the glass windows.

Feng Liping was arranged in a fairly spacious bedroom, with a bed and a dressing table.

After washing up, she cautiously observed for a while, and finding nothing strange, she tidied up and climbed into bed.

You can't blame her for being paranoid; what happened this morning left her with too much trauma.

Li Meili is a pretty girl, but why is she so strange?

She shook her head and decided to leave after two days. Anyway, she could take her home and slowly "train" her. It was normal for a rural girl to have outdated ideas.

Thinking about it, she turned to face the window, opened and closed her eyes, and the silhouette of bamboo leaves on the window suddenly disappeared, leaving only the shadow of a person standing there.

Li Meili's heart stopped for a moment, she screamed, threw off the covers, and crawled to the foot of the bed.

"Who...who is it?"

She forced herself to believe that Yuan Jing had sent someone to ask her if she needed anything.

But the figure remained motionless, and from the side, it appeared somewhat hunched over, like an old man.

As Li Meili pondered, she suddenly remembered the eerie courtyard from earlier that day, and her grandfather…

She broke out in a sweat, trembling all over, trying to convince herself not to believe any of this nonsense. The person outside the window—it must be a "person," right?

Just as I was thinking this, the silhouette suddenly moved forward, its hands pressing against the window, leaving dark handprints and making a loud clanging sound.

Li Meili finally couldn't help but scream. She covered her eyes, felt a dampness on her back, sweat on her forehead, and stumbled backward, only to fall to the ground with a thud, looking utterly disheveled.

The pain quickly brought her back to her senses. The silhouette on the window disappeared, but a piece of Xuan paper appeared on the bed. She squinted at it and saw that the words on it were in red.

Looking up at the window, the two handprints were still there, probably bloody handprints.

Feng Liping's mind was buzzing, and it took her a long time to lean over and look at the words on the Xuan paper.

I am Li Quansheng, an ancestor of this family.

Two days ago, he should have been laid to rest, his soul following the old path back to his ancestral grave.

However, you arrived without prior notice, stepping through this door, disturbing the yang energy and disrupting my yin procession, causing my descendants to panic, thinking that something had happened in the family. As a result, the funeral was stopped halfway through, the coffin was not laid to the ground, and the incense was extinguished.

The suffering of a person who dies without being buried is like a boat without shore or a lamp without oil; their soul wanders aimlessly, with nowhere to return. Such suffering is beyond the comprehension of ordinary people.

This matter arose because of you, and it ended because of you; therefore, you should be the one to repay the debt.

From the moment you receive this letter, you must observe seven days of mourning for me.

Living in this house, one must not travel far. One should burn incense at sunrise and kowtow at sunset. One should wear plain clothes, refrain from joking or laughing, and avoid speaking recklessly. If one hears any strange noises at midnight, one must not respond.

After seven days, I will lead my soul back to its source, and we will owe each other nothing.

If you dare to escape or harbor any illusions, once the seventh day after your death is over and the underworld closes, your three souls and seven spirits will have nowhere to rest and will scatter with a gust of wind.

Remember this, remember this.

Li Quansheng

After reading it, Feng Liping felt a chill run down her spine, the coldness traveling from her feet to the top of her head.

She covered her mouth, wrapped herself tightly in the blanket, and kept glancing out the window, afraid that the old man would come again.

His eyes went unfocused, and he completely believed what was written on the paper.

Elsewhere, a boy in a long robe knocked on the door.

Su Mian called the person into the room.

"Is it finished?"

Li Xuean nodded, tore off his beard, and grinned.

"Sis, I read this letter. It's even better written than the top student in our class. You must have been reading a lot these days."

Su Mian didn't respond, but handed him a red bill. Li Xuean's eyes immediately lit up. "Thank you, sister! You're so generous!"

In his memory, Li Meili's living expenses were much less than his own, yet she gave him so much money to do this, enough for him to squander for a while.

Although he didn't know why Li Meili did these things, he didn't ask any questions after taking the money and left happily.

Su Mian put the herbs she had picked not long ago under the bed, stretched, and didn't even know how she got back that morning.

Fortunately, everything went smoothly. After washing up, she climbed into bed and covered half of her head with the large floral quilt.

The chirping of cuckoos and crickets could be heard from not far away; everything was so peaceful.

Just like when Su Mian visited her grandparents with her parents in the past, the countryside was just like this.

People would pass by from time to time, making a soft rustling sound as they stepped on the withered branches and leaves, and Su Mian would drift off to sleep.

The next day, Feng Liping was indeed bewitched. She bought incense and paper money, dressed all in white, which startled Yuan Jing.

When asked what was wrong, she wouldn't answer, saying she had to observe mourning.

Yuan Jing was baffled, but let her be; she was too busy to notice.

Li Meili's third uncle will be coming to pick her up to go to the mountain soon. She needs to check her things; she can't let Li Meili go empty-handed.

It takes half an hour to travel from Yashan Village to Xiangshan Village by road, and an hour by motorcycle.

I got up at seven o'clock, still half asleep, and saw Li Meili's third uncle talking to Yuan Jing in front of the courtyard.

"I won't be attending this child's wedding. I have things to do in the city and can't get away."

"Oh, stop talking about this. You go about your business! It's not easy for you to come all this way, take these."

"No, no, there's no room in the car."

Su Mian walked up to the two of them, glancing into the distance intentionally or unintentionally. "Mom, a few elderly people in the neighborhood have died recently. Be careful, or you might be possessed without even realizing it."

Feng Liping was stunned for a moment, then glared at her, "What nonsense are you talking about? Hurry up and come with your uncle."

She placed the bundle in Su Mian's arms, and Su Mian got on the motorcycle. Feng Liping watched her leave, muttering to herself, "Who died again... How come I didn't know?"

Let her know that she has to go and freeload a meal.

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Welcome back to the Infinite Murder Mystery Game! This instance is titled "The Village Bride".

[The mountain path is narrow, but the bride is welcomed; with the sound of gongs and drums, she is changed into a red sack. Those carried into the house are all dressed in red; only the one left in the village is considered the true bride.]

After everyone received the script, they slowly opened their eyes.

The first thing you see is the courtyard gate, which is wide open, its vermilion paint still fresh, and pairs of red paper pasted on the two door panels.

The house occupies a considerable area, with walls made of blue bricks, a high roof ridge, and whitewashed eaves, clearly indicating a wealthy family in the countryside.

Please do not reveal your identity as the bride; remain hidden among the players.

The system reminded Su Mian again, explaining that the identity of "bride" was important, but it made sense.

After Feng Liping died, no one in the Mao family ever saw Li Meili again. All the players were girls, and they were all quite beautiful. Su Mian was stunned when she looked at them.

Tiffany and Qiao Yinuo.

Two of them were people she knew. Of the remaining three, one looked nervous and his legs were trembling, so it wasn't hard to tell that he was a newcomer.

The other two are twins, with identical pigtails and smiling faces.