Even now, everyone is clamoring, thinking there's an even deeper tavern trick.
Ning Zheng found it absurd, eyes wide with curiosity: "This is already wicked enough; do they have even stronger developnts?"
The desire for knowledge prompted him to continue opening several discussion threads.
They claid to design various mysterious plotlines, horror scenes, borrowing from various horror films.
The next ti at the inn, use another approach to scare a wave of ghosts.
In the inn, various horrific events erupted crazily: chainsaw murder, Zhenzi, Werewolf, murder curses, rule horror tales...
"Are they going to scare the ghost? Scare the ghost to insanity?"
Ning Zheng experienced a slight shock.
Ghosts frightening people is normal, like Zhang Huaping being scared until Three Flowers beca unstable.
But they choose to scare ghosts with living people.
If the cultivators next door in Pingchang City saw it, they'd probably go insane too.
What kind of education have these people received???
Is there any civility, can they respect this world's malicious ghosts?
They practically surpass ghostliness with greater ghostliness.
However, they are quite delighted by it.
Their joy this ti is no less than last ti when they engaged in crow hunting, eagerly creating traps.
Being happy is most important!
But it always feels like their direction of happiness is a bit outrageous.
Ning Zheng didn't think much and continued practicing, day by day stabbing frogs.
...
...
Early the next morning.
Recently, the weather has changed rapidly, getting colder day by day, with cold winds blowing, the temperature sharply dropping.
Ning Zheng felt this winter arrived particularly abruptly, much faster than usual, almost describable as "a celestial phenonon."
It's likely due to the influence of the Red Sun.
After all, the Yin Qi and Muddy Qi between heaven and earth are agitated, causing a drop in temperature, which seems plausible.
Once everyone logged in.
They started cheerfully with a day of brick-moving, stood in front of the task board, sorted out the daily team assignnts.
"Going down the mines today, ssage for a team-up."
"Our team's Painting Card series is missing an Enchanter, anyone interested please hurry, we'll split fifty-fifty."
"Looking for soone to research Muddy Artifacts by the farmland, once there's a breakthrough, we'll all take off."
...
After they finished discussing the team-ups, they didn't rush to start working.
The priority was to take on the [Daily Task] first, in case so brutes are quick-handed.
They started enthusiastically leaning against the inn's holes, peering down below.
The inn's atmosphere was already oppressive, obviously soone had died.
On the first night, the Food God's body was found dead (suicide) in his room.
A locked-room murder, everyone was gloomy.
Especially the twin-tailed little girl nad Erya, she seed to have been scared into a nervous breakdown last night, huddled in a corner trembling.
This made many blacksmiths secretly observing outside the inn curious; the ghost genuinely thinks it's still alive, yet it could still be scared like this.
A bit odd, better have another look.
This ga's AI is so realistic, even a ghost shows such a pitifully frightened expression that makes you feel sorry.
At this mont, a Food God resurrected from outside the manor, walked in and joined them in secretly watching.
A nearby blacksmith saw him and quipped: "Shocking, the Food God who died in the inn last night has resurrected again! If they see another living one just walked in, they'd be scared mad."
Daojiu, who usually doesn't like to speak, suddenly said:
"Next ti in the tavern, we can try 'death ti loop'? Make them think ti resets, a dead person resurrects, back to the previous day?"
Programr: "Good idea, but it requires an excellent script!"
"Laugh to death, hahaha, you're all so wicked."
"Defying Heaven! You guys playing with this ga, it isn't called a thriller, horror genre, but a capitalist ga."
Soone else saw the scene below, muttering:
"By the way, hasn't Shao Chaikun died yet? I thought he logged off on ti last night in the inn; a living person amidst a ghost pile all night, he surely wouldn't have made it. Yet he's still alive, with more suicide plot twists?"
"Boohoo, touched! The sheep went into the wolves' pack, yet no response; this batch of ghosts is rather nice!"
Elsewhere.
Su Yuniang and dical Fairy lay on the inn's top floor, observing the fiercely arguing, red-faced blacksmiths below, "The inn hasn't argued so exaggeratedly because of the death, yet outside it's already noisy."
But the two also wanted to quarrel because the twin-tailed girl Erya is already scared enough to grow red hair.
"That shivering twin-tailed girl must be the legendary Sedon Spiritual Root, twin-tails that fate has brought to ," Su Yuniang declared.
dical Fairy angrily retorted: "She's mine! That twin-tailed girl turned out to be a tailor, now an eerie tailor, covered in red hair, just fits to fill a piece of my River Demon's map."
Other combat professions aren't novel to them.
What they want are lifestyle professions.
Sedon, a very common spiritual root outside.
But this is its first appearance here.
Their spiritual root can still be used after death, mutated or not, though there will be side effects, but what's the harm in being tainted with evil or Yin Qi and shortening the lifespan?
Anyway, nobody wishes for longevity.
A crowd of observers from the inn seed eager to watch the outco of this murderous plot.
Yet after only a short while, they were kicked in the butt one by one by Jiucai Rong, "Quickly roll out to work, log off tonight to watch the playback."
Many expressed wanting to watch it live.
And were kicked again, Jiucai Rong sternly glared at them:
"Hurry! I've decided to add a new rule; if the accepted daily tasks aren't completed within a limited ti, then no daily tasks can be taken for three days."
The group of blacksmiths instantly shouted a few tis and ran off to work.
Inside the inn anwhile.
A scholar raised his head, seemingly a master at deduction and investigation, looked toward the sky, "I feel sothing's talking; this inn grows more eerie."
"I always feel this case has issues."
"Could it be suicide?" he mused, clearly a reader with defined logic.
Just then.
A sudden sharp scream echoed through the entire inn.
Attracting the attention of all guests.
Guests hurriedly followed the sound, finding Shao Chaikun lying in a pool of blood, his face twisted with deathly terror, clutching a blood-stained note.
"How is it possible?"
"Is soone committing murder?"
"Who on earth, who on earth?"
"Could it be an outsider."
"Impossible! No one from outside the inn has co; it can only be one of us insiders."
Amidst a cacophony of frightful voices, Su Yuniang squatted down, picked up the note from Shao Chaikun's hand, unfolded it and looked.
Su Yuniang adjusted her artificial glasses, portraying a seemingly erudite image, pointing at the nearby scholar: "There's only one truth; the killer is you!"
Scholar: "..."
"I saw it, I saw it!" dical Fairy's acting was extrely exaggerated, pointing at the scholar, shouting loudly, "Last night, I noticed him appearing in the hallway, passing by the room of that victim."
At once, everyone looked at the scholar with caution.
"We must apprehend him!"
"Yes!"
A group of ghosts' eyes emitted fierce, eerie gleams, and the sound of combat broke out.
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