From the conversation inside, it seed this so-called "Holy Daughter" had been to this ga countless tis already.
Gu Mian felt that this ga didn't operate like typical gas, where you finished a playthrough and had to start over.
He speculated that the world within the ga was continuously progressing, and the players controlling the characters were the ones who brought a continuous supply of these "Holy Daughters" to these people.
What a peculiar worldview.
Furthermore, from what the people inside were saying, it seed no player had ever escaped the fate of ending up in their stomachs.
What kind of ga were they playing?
Being a maverick player, Gu Mian, of course, intended to rebel. In an instant, nurous malicious ideas flashed through his mind.
New text kept appearing at the bottom of the screen.
"Although an accident occurred, weren't the previous Holy Daughters obedient? This ti will be no different. Besides, we have so many people here. You go find a few people to bring Bai Sha and the others back, then we'll butcher and divide them…"
Upon reading this, Gu Mian snuck away again.
Instead of checking the forked path on the right, he returned to the dirt den Xiao Niao had arranged for her.
Back here, Gu Mian took out a kerosene lamp from his inventory and lit it with a lighter, while also casually reattaching the chair leg he had managed to remove with so effort earlier.
It's worth ntioning that these two items were designed very rationally: one hand could hold the kerosene lamp for light while the other brandished the chair leg as a weapon.
Sure enough, Xiao Niao returned not long after.
Gu Mian heard her hurried footsteps approach the entrance before she lifted the curtain to peer in, her rather plain face appearing on his screen.
"The village chief sent to do sothing. Holy Daughter, please wait a little longer, and I'll be back to accompany you. Oh, and please, whatever you do, don't wander off…"
Gu Mian certainly intended to wander off and execute so malicious plans.
He watched the person before him repeatedly swallow, like soone starved for three days staring at a large platter of glistening roast at—its rich aroma filling the air, yet untouchable.
With that, she turned and left the dirt den, heading in the direction they had arrived from.
Gu Mian guessed she was going to the well to call people to help carry the 'roast at'.
Perhaps because the characters controlled by all previous players had ended up as food in their stomachs, these people were exceptionally unwary of her.
Therefore, Gu Mian once more removed the loose chair leg and stashed it in his inventory, and also took the kerosene lamp, plunging the room into darkness.
Gu Mian continued deeper, towards the right fork he hadn't had ti to explore yet.
It wasn't that Gu Mian particularly enjoyed exploring, but Xiao Niao had gone to call people to move the corpses, so not all of them would be there. If Gu Mian tried to run out the way he ca, he would definitely be caught.
The left fork only led to the village chief's room, whereas the right fork could potentially lead to other exits.
Even if there were no other exits, there might be so 'vicious' tools.
As Gu Mian pondered, his character arrived before the right fork.
He imdiately entered the right fork, 'tiptoeing' in his mind.
Gu Mian's 'tiptoeing' was purely psychological; in reality, the ga didn't have a 'tiptoe' option. His ga character was simply moving at a normal pace.
This tunnel was surprisingly long; midway, there wasn't even a sliver of light.
Gu Mian had no choice but to control his character to fumble forward. After advancing in the darkness for about three minutes, a small spot of light appeared in the center of the screen.
It seed there was a source of light ahead.
Seeing this spot of light, Gu Mian continued to 'tiptoe' forward.
As Gu Mian advanced, the spot of light on the screen grew larger. When it covered roughly one-eighth of the screen's area, Gu Mian realized it was an opening ahead.
Beyond the opening seed to be a large room piled high with sothing white.
It looked as if soone had lit a fire in the room; an orange glow flickered, dancing on the earthen walls and seeming to cast the shadow of a person.
Gu Mian continued to move slowly forward. When the bright opening was approximately four or five ters away, new text appeared at the bottom of his screen.
"THUMP. THUMP. THUMP."
...
The mont he saw this word, Gu Mian thought soone with a cane was approaching from behind him. But he quickly realized the frequency of this word's appearance matched the swaying of the human shadow in the room ahead.
"THUMP."
The shadow on the ground swayed slightly.
"THUMP."
The shadow's swaying beca more frequent.
Although Gu Mian was an orphan from a young age, he had eaten dumplings before, back in the orphanage.
He rembered when the orphanage director minced dumpling fillings, it was with this kind of motion and rhythm... the sound also seed quite similar.
"THUMP."
"THUMP."
"THUMP."
That strange and eerie mincing sound continued to appear as text at the bottom of the screen.
Gu Mian looked at the chair leg and the worn-out kerosene lamp in his character's inventory, then glanced at the chainsaw by his own feet. He cald himself and decided to leave this place first.
After all, back then, when the director was mincing fillings, she was holding a large, sharp cleaver.
Thinking this, he began to 'quietly' retreat.
But as stated before, Gu Mian's 'quiet retreat' was only in his mind; he knew perfectly well that when his ga character moved, it was still normal movent.
Sure enough, just as he took his second step backward, the mincing sound from below the screen abruptly stopped.
Along with it, the huge shadow projected onto the ground also froze.
If not for the firelight still flickering in the room, he would have truly thought the ga had frozen.
Seeing the massive form on the ground suddenly stop swaying, Gu Mian cried out in his heart, 'I'm screwed!'
After that cry, he imdiately turned and fled, simultaneously pulling the chair leg from his inventory.
As he ran, he didn't forget to switch his perspective to check the situation behind him. The mont he looked back, a terrifying man with a fleshy, fierce-looking face charged into his line of sight.
His curly hair, almost reaching his neck, was filthy and matted, with what looked like bits of flesh clinging to it. A battered grey hat, so greasy it almost shone, was perched on his head.
He wore an apron, stained almost completely red, the kind a butcher would wear. In his hand, he gripped a kitchen cleaver, black with filth and incredibly sharp.
He wore a pair of leather boots, their soles caked with so red, fat-like substance that squeaked as he ran.
Although now wasn't the ti to be observing soone's attire, Gu Mian couldn't help but imagine the sound of those boots running on the dirt road.
In this ga, Gu Mian was just a weak young woman.
He was quickly overtaken by the furiously charging butcher and tackled to the ground.
The butcher raised his cleaver and swung it down towards the screen.
Gu Mian still had the chair leg in his hand and instinctively used it to block the sharp cleaver.
Seeing his attack fail, the butcher gripped the cleaver with both hands and, using his entire body weight, pressed down hard.
The cleaver was indeed sharp. Pressed by the butcher, it bit into the chair leg Gu Mian held, nearly chopping it in two!
At that critical mont, Gu Mian suddenly reached out with his other hand, pulled the kerosene lamp from his inventory, and smashed it hard onto the butcher's head.
Of course, that did nothing!
The glass chimney of the kerosene lamp shattered like a beer bottle, sending shards tinkling to the ground, its broken surface jagged and uneven.
And right then, Gu Mian, gripping the remaining part of the shattered glass chimney, plunged it fiercely into the butcher's neck.
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