The rain outside kept raining.

Du Lai put on a hat on his hoodie and dressed in an inconspicuous gray, running forward on a rainy night.

The sad female voices are intermittent, like crying and complaining, just like the cool autumn rain, and the coldness is revealed in the lingering feeling.

He followed the sound and ran to the wall of a house. He noticed that the sound was nearby, so he deliberately slowed down and quietly looked for the woman who was singing.

But it was too dark.

It was raining and there were no lights nearby. The whole village was dark and even the road was hard to see clearly.

As he was hesitating, he felt that the sound suddenly became much closer!

It seems to be behind it all at once!

Du Lai was shocked and ran a few steps and hid behind a pile of straw stacks next to him!

Not long after I squatted down, I heard the sound of the wheels squeaking-

A thin old woman, pushing a cart, walked step by step from the corner of the house!

Du Lai's nerves were tense all over his body, and he bent down even lower, staring at the old woman without blinking!

It was dark on the rainy night and I couldn't see the old woman's face clearly. I just thought she was very old and very old... Her back was hunched, she was as thin as a firewood, and she had a few strands of white hair scattered on her shoulders, walking stiffly and staggeringly, not like a living person.

The cart was also decayed, soaked in the rain and muddy, as if it was dug out of the soil.

The cart was covered with an equally wet straw mat, and under the straw mat was a skeleton.

——There is a female Li family who transported the corpse from the east of the village to the west of the village, and from the west of the village to the east of the village, day after day, and no rest was seen...

If we use the opera script mentioned by Fu Miaoxue to reason, then the old woman pushing the cart in front of us is Li, and the corpse on the cart is Li's husband.

Du Lai held his breath and watched the old woman pushing the cart over.

She walked and sang, her singing style was sad and her voice was hoarse. It was hard to imagine that such a tone could travel so far from the village to the wing room of the old scholar's backyard.

However, in the game, no matter how bizarre things happen, it is not surprising.

Du Lai waited in place for a while, confirmed that the sound was far enough, stood up quietly, and then quickly returned to the old scholar's courtyard.

...

During the period when Du Lai left, Fu Miaoxue had been with Shen Mo and Bai Youwei. She didn't mind being a light bulb. Being a light bulb is always better than being alone in the house.

Bai Youwei asked her curiously: "Actually, you have died once in this situation. Why are you still so afraid of ghosts?"

"I've died once, but I haven't become a ghost." Fu Miaoxue said disgustedly, "I just became a doll!"

"Become a doll...so you lost the game?" Bai Youwei asked, "Is it the game I entered with your boyfriend?"

"No." Fu Miaoxue shook her head and said with a faint expression, "I entered the game alone, I am not as lucky as you. I am entering the test game."

"I know some of the test games... I heard that none of the people who entered the test games came out alive." Bai Youwei said slowly.

She remembered what the rabbit-headed man said.

It said that there are a lot of bugs in the test game, so it is almost impossible to pass the level. Even if there are players who pass the level, they cannot come out alive.

——Just like putting a group of rabbits into an unfinished experimental cabin, even if a rabbit survives the experiment, is it qualified to survive?

Thinking about it now, the Rabbit Head Man never seemed to be stingy about the game system, telling them that other inspectors either cover up or not mention a word...
Chapter completed!