"So beautiful!"
Looking at everything in front of him, Ben felt a sense of awe.
The snow had stopped at so point, the sky was still dimly lit, and mist swirled in the distance.
In the mist, a mysterious village of densely packed, low houses stretched out as far as the eye could see.
There was no sound around, only dead silence.
Behind the village stood a huge castle, shrouded in white mist, adding a touch of mystery.
The castle, combined with the village, imdiately gave off a religious atmosphere.
At that mont, Ben felt as if he wasn't playing the horror ga "Resident Evil: Village," but rather Bloodborne or Dark Souls.
The atmosphere was incredibly strong.
Through the narrow mountain path, they arrived at a cliff-like place, overlooking the spectacular scene in the distance; the atmosphere was truly rich.
If there had been a red ssage on the ground, or a ssenger leaving a note that said: "Spectacular view ahead."
Ben wouldn't have felt it was out of place.
However, the only difference was that Ethan was now unard.
After a mont of reflection, Ben set off to find his daughter.
Similarly, while searching for his daughter, Geralt next door played cards, boxed, raced horses, and engaged in other activities; he didn't miss any form of entertainnt.
But what about Ethan here?
Ben stopped every step he took, his mind racing.
The scene made him feel very uncomfortable.
There was nothing dark, but the atmosphere was the key.
Besides the caws of crows and Ethan's gasps and footsteps, there was no other sound.
This feeling intensified as Ben passed through a mountain path and reached the mysterious village he had seen earlier.
It was too eerie!
On the ground at the entrance of the village lay two dead horses, their blood turned dark red.
Houses all around seed to show signs of damage, and even the stove in one house still had food cooking, as if the owner had suddenly fled.
It was clear that people had been in these houses before, but they had disappeared for so unknown reason.
This eerie atmosphere sent a chill down Ben's spine, from his feet all the way up.
With wells and locked doors, Ben carefully explored the village, but he couldn't go to many places.
From here, he also discovered one of the changes Lucas had ntioned.
That is, the gaplay in "Resident Evil: Village" was sowhat similar to the sandbox exploration in "Super Mario: Odyssey."
He could only move within this area, and the map even showed items in so rooms that had not been collected.
In terms of gaplay, it was more freedom.
But it was precisely this freedom that kept Ben on edge.
Because in the previous ga, by following the prompts, even though he knew there might be jump scares, he would have been better prepared.
But in this installnt, with the freedom to explore, he felt he might end up scaring himself to death with his own suspicion rather than the intense scenes.
"Knife, hand sanitizer!"
After fumbling through each room, Ben finally found sothing good in a cramped house.
A knife!
And next to it was a box with a particularly striking color, as if it was signaling the player to 'destroy quickly.'
Using the newly acquired knife, Ben gently sliced, and the box imdiately broke, yielding a bottle of "hand sanitizer."
Regarding the UI in "Resident Evil: Village," Lucas hadn't made many adjustnts, it was mostly the sa as the original.
Even the model for "hand sanitizer" hadn't been changed, maintaining its original flavor.
This familiar feeling was very comforting to players, and at least Ben's tense heart relaxed a little.
With a knife and hand sanitizer in hand, who was there to fear?
"The artifact is acquired. All I need now is a small handgun and I'll be set!"
Ben was ecstatic. Even though it was just a knife and a bottle of "hand sanitizer," it gave him a sense of security because he was no longer completely helpless.
However, just as he was about to leave the room, he heard a sound.
"Soone? What was that sound?" Ben imdiately stopped and looked around the room.
There was a curtain, and at that mont, the curtain moved slightly.
Looking at the curtain, Ben hesitated for a mont, then slowly reached forward.
Curiosity is always human nature.
In real life, Ben would have run as far away as possible, but in the ga, the urge to court disaster was always irresistible.
Creak—
His shoes made a grating sound on the wooden floor as Ben cautiously approached with the knife he had just obtained.
Then, he suddenly pulled back the curtain in front of him.
Bang!
"F***!"
A loud shotgun blast startled Ben, making him tremble all over.
Damn it, it was a door-opening surprise!
Even though he had ntally prepared himself, when faced with such a situation, he couldn't help but be startled.
However, the scene that followed surprised Ben a little.
Because behind the curtain was not a terrifying monster, but an old man holding a shotgun.
The old man looked at Ethan, trembling with fear.
"Ah! Don't, I'm not... I'm not an enemy!" Faced with the ard old man, Ethan obediently raised his hands.
"Who are you? Who sent you?" the old man asked in a low voice.
"No one! I had a car accident, on the road..."
But before Ethan could finish, the old man ca out of the house and covered Ethan's mouth with one hand.
At that mont, a sharp whistle was heard from outside.
"They're here... they're here."
Walking back into the house, the old man looked out the window, appearing extrely panicked.
Ethan still didn't understand what was happening.
"Who... who's coming?"
"Tell , do you have a gun!" the old man looked at Ethan.
"No, what do you need a gun for?" Ethan also started to feel anxious.
The old man didn't answer Ethan's question, but ran back into the room and handed Ethan a small handgun: "This is all I can give you! Take it! Quick, take it..."
"What's going on, what's outside?" Ethan, holding the handgun, looked around warily.
BANG!
The old man didn't answer Ethan's question but turned and fired a shot outside.
Ethan quickly turned his head but saw nothing.
"Don't say anything... they're coming, get ready..." The old man's hands trembled as he loaded the shotgun.
Clang! Clang!
But at this mont, a noise ca from the roof.
Before the old man and Ethan could react, the fragile ceiling was punched through, and the old man, who was loading the gun, was grabbed and pulled up into the dark attic.
With a scream, blood dripped from the second floor, drenching Ethan.
"Grandpa! The gun! The shotgun! You leave the shotgun!" Ben's voice was almost in tears.
He finally found an old man, and he's a riddle-giver and a prop-holder?
Tell what's outside!
And don't give the small handgun! Leave your shotgun!
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