Infinite Murder Mystery Game: The Beauty with a Delicate Palm

I felt nauseous after a night of sleep.

The sound was familiar; it was the sound the players had heard a few days ago—someone stomping on the leaves behind their house.

It wasn't someone passing by; it was this monster squatting on the ground, gnawing on human bones.

Su Mian took a step back downstairs, and the hall had completely changed. Everywhere was decorated with festive silks and paper-cut window decorations, and the tables were filled with wedding candies and melon seeds.

The courtyard was deserted, except for a Taoist priest standing at the entrance of the first floor, slowly wiping a copper coin sword.

The players had already gathered here, their faces solemn, and Qiao Yinuo had very dark circles under her eyes.

Meng Yaya covered her hands and cried, her body trembling slightly.

The little finger was bandaged with bloodstains, as if it had been bitten by something.

Qiao Yinuo heard these sounds last night, and they were even louder than the previous nights, so she didn't sleep well at all.

This morning, when we gathered at the residence, we saw Meng Yaya running over crying. It seemed to be a punishment for wearing a red cheongsam. Everyone here has experienced horror games, so we didn't feel sorry for her and just thought it was normal.

After all, in an infinite game, mistakes will be punished.

It's a miracle that we survived.

However, before all the people decorating the house had arrived, a group of strange, zombie-like creatures rushed in.

When Meng Yaya saw them, her legs trembled like leaves, and her face instantly lost all color. She said that one of them had rushed into her room that morning and bit off her finger.

The Taoist priest said, "It's actually a bone-eating puppet? Your village really hit the jackpot. If I hadn't arrived by chance, tsk tsk tsk... this wedding probably wouldn't have been able to take place."

Tiffany looked at him. "What is a bone-eating puppet?"

"To put it bluntly, they're living dead," the Taoist priest said with a grin, showing no sign of panic.

"Eating some human bones will stop them from causing trouble. The last time they caused trouble was a year ago. But alas... it happened to be an unlucky year, month, and day, and it just so happened to coincide with the Red Demon in the sky."

"The living dead will not disappear at this time. You cannot eliminate them by force. On the contrary, their numbers will increase."

Everyone looked up at the sky, and indeed, a glimmer of red light could be seen amidst the dense clouds.

"On days like these, normal people would be trying to avoid them, but you're all making a big fuss, hanging lanterns and drums, as if you're afraid those underground won't be able to find your way out, right?"

Meng Yaya hid in the kitchen, trembling as she held a cleaver to her chest. "It's not like we're having a wedding..."

"So what do we do now?"

Su Mian asked, and the Taoist priest shook his head and swayed his body, fanning himself with a palm-leaf fan even in the middle of autumn.

"This thing is meant to be eaten by the bride. According to the theory of Yin and Yang, women belong to Yin, and the newlywed bride is the purest of Yin."

"Anyway, you're all brides," he grinned sinisterly, "just throw one of them out to be fed, and they'll be gone."

Some of the living dead started banging on the door. The twins wanted to ask something, but the Taoist priest simply vanished into thin air.

This one sentence alone can cause seemingly harmonious players to fall apart.

Just throwing one out to feed is no easy task. Who would willingly die? Who would willingly sacrifice themselves? The answer is no.

But if we let the undead break in, more than one person will probably die.

"Let's go up to the second floor first."

Su Mian spoke in a cold voice, and everyone followed suit. The silent twins finally spoke.

Sun Er: "Those living dead."

Sun Jiu: "From Yashan Village."

Seeing that her older sister had something to say, Su Mian immediately covered her younger sister's ears, signaling her to speak.

"Our mission was to find the fake people, which are today's living dead. In the process of finding them, we made a special note of which neighbors came from Yashan Village and which came from Xiangshan Village."

"So all those living dead down there are from the Silent Mountain Village?"

Qiao Yinuo asked, and Sun Er nodded.

Su Mian's eyes immediately lit up; the task the twins were doing was related to the sudden change that had just occurred.

Players wearing red cheongsams are more likely to die, so their missions in the past few days have all been related to this place.

She immediately thought of the last family rule she had memorized.

Any foreign object should be returned to its original location and its rightful owner.

"We need to lead them back to Yashan Village."

Su Mian's words brought a moment of stillness to the deathly quiet main room.

Everyone raised their heads simultaneously, their gazes all turning to the most prominent spot in the center of the main room.

There was a brand new wedding dress there, which had just been ironed this morning. It was embroidered with intricate gold dragons and phoenixes, both beautiful and dignified.

There is only one set.

In other words, only one person can become the bait.

In the corner, Meng Yaya suddenly covered her left hand, her voice broken.

"No... I don't want to... I've already lost a finger... Why do you want me to go and die?" She looked around at the others in terror, her body curled up into a ball.

No one allowed her to go; she was clearly somewhat mentally unstable.

Tiffany and Qiao Yinuo exchanged a glance, both seeing confusion and a hint of fear in each other's eyes.

They didn't remember the way to Yashan Village. The twins couldn't be separated, otherwise the younger sister would go crazy. The only one here with the ability to remember everything he saw was Su Mian.

The banging on the door grew more and more violent, and cracks appeared in the door panel, with wisps of decay and blood seeping in from the gaps.

Su Mian took a step forward and looked up at the wedding dress high above.

She didn't want to be a victim; Su Mian wasn't that selfless. But deep down, she felt something calling to her, urgently wanting her to see something, to go somewhere.

"I'll go."

"wait."

"wait."

The twins called her Su Mian and gave her a bell, which the sisters had just bought with points. The older sister had already covered her younger sister's ears with practiced ease.

"We're sorry to have you shoulder this burden alone; it's not what we want to see. This bell can slow down the movement of all alien creatures. Take it."

Wow... buying 12,000 yuan worth of props like that, these two sisters are so generous.

Su Mian nodded, without any embarrassment, and took it directly into her hand; it felt cold and heavy.

Outside the window, the sky had darkened completely, with thick, dark clouds pressing down low across the horizon, obscuring the stars and moon.

A mountain wind suddenly rose, carrying the damp, cold, earthy smell, and made the wild grass along the field ridges bow low and dance wildly.

The rain is coming and the wind is all over the building.

A slender figure dressed in a bright red wedding gown stepped alone into the dim world. The copper bell in her hand rang out crisply, breaking the suffocating silence.

The sounds of scratching and banging on the door suddenly stopped at the main entrance of the hall.

Immediately, a series of heavy, muddy footsteps began to move, bypassing the courtyard and converging on the eastern ridge where the bell had rung.

Su Mian simply looked ahead at the blurry, dimly lit country path and walked forward step by step, the copper bell in her hand shaking rhythmically.

Ring... Ring...

Most of them were dressed in tattered village clothes, their skin was bluish-gray, their eyes were cloudy, and some still had the expressions of fear or numbness left on their faces. At this moment, however, they were only left with an instinctive pursuit of that red color and the sound of the bell.