Xiang Jiangming whispered: "It's just an NPC, why should I devote my feelings? But she has turned into ashes. How can we save it?"

"You can save it. If nothing unexpected happens, this game is a cycle of reincarnation." Zhou Ran pointed to the firewood in front of the fireplace: "Look, it was almost burned, but now there are a bunch of them. As long as we are not dead, the world will continue to repeat these two days."

"It's true." Xiang Jiangming blinked: "No wonder he said the dinner at 6 o'clock tonight, but according to this, wouldn't that person be burned again tomorrow..."

"Um."

"Oh." Xiang Jiangming sighed: "It's not only difficult for players these days, but also for being an NPC."

"Let's go around the neighborhood after dinner. There should be any clues to rescue Kaiser."

Xiang Jiangming: "You are really a workaholic, don't you rest for a while?"

Zhou Ran: "I dare not, I'm afraid I'll die."

Xiang Jiangming: “…”

Sure enough, after the bell rang six times, the butler came to the guest room to invite everyone to dinner one by one. Everything happened the day before, but the butler Kora automatically bypassed Tian Lele's room.

The door stood there in vain and no one went to care about it anymore.

If you die here, you will disappear in the real world. This is the cruelest thing in the game.

The remaining survivors came out of the door, and no one spoke, followed the housekeeper like a walking corpse. While walking, the housekeeper excitedly introduced the castle and the elegant and noble Prince Miller.

Su Ziwen whispered: "Didn't he say all these before?"

Xu Ziqing pinched the back of his hand: "Sound it softly, don't let him hear it."

Zhou Zesheng also grabbed Zhou Ran and muttered in a low voice: "Look at him, it seems like he has seen us for the first time. What's going on?"

When they arrived at the dining table, they saw Prince Miller sitting at the dining table. He was facing everyone, wearing luxurious coats, complex collar patterns, lilac petals clustered with soft lines, and hats covered with pendants on his head.

As the candlelight swayed, Prince Miller's face was noble and handsome, and the maid lowered her head and served her carefully, even the position was exactly the same as last night.

They were very, very calm, as if nothing had happened.

"I still remember that the prince wore this hat yesterday." Su Ziwen rubbed goosebumps on her body: "Okay, it's so weird."

Prince Miller turned his head and still had the handsome face that was so handsome that he was undistinguished: "Welcome to Hell Valley, please enjoy the dinner I prepared."

Zhou Ran didn't say anything again this time, but just sat down. After everyone sat in their original position, the thick white and thick fish soup was brought up by the maid.

Gao Kuan's spirit is on the verge of collapse: "Didn't you just eat these yesterday? What's going on!"

Prince Miller ignored him and just picked up the wine glass, but paused: "Cora, why are there only six guests? Does that lady like my hospitality?"

Kora replied, "No, the lady was killed, and she was very sorry."

Faced with this familiar plot, everyone in the basement stood up.

Zhou Zesheng's goose bumps rose again and again, and he said to Zhou Ran with gritted teeth: "To be honest, I want to die a little now."

At this time, the cold male voice above his head rang again: "Player's 'Mai Xiang's Field'" died, no camp received a prompt."

After the broadcast ended, everyone started to pick up the chopsticks routinely.

Xiang Jiangming looked really hungry. Not only did he drink fish soup in big mouthfuls, but he even caught a piece of fish.

Everyone didn't eat in the morning and at noon. Now everyone is hungry. Seeing that Xiang Jiangming had no problem eating meat, they all started eating it.

Xu Ziqing snorted coldly and said, "Didn't you say you are kind and don't eat animals? What are you doing now?"

Xiang Jiangming glanced at Tian Lele's location: "All kind people are dead, why should I be kind?"

Xiang Jiangming said to both of them, Gao Kuan and Xu Ziqing both had dark faces: "You—"

Xiang Jiangming took a big mouthful of fish and smiled at Prince Miller: "Besides, Your Highness has prepared such delicious food. If I don't eat it in one bite, I'm sorry for the prince's hospitality."

Prince Miller immediately smiled when he heard this: "Thank you for your love, this handsome gentleman."

After Miller thanked him, no one dared to be embarrassed by Xiang Jiangming. Obviously, people were still shrouded in fear this morning. No one criticized him. Xiang Jiangming looked much more comfortable. While eating, he picked up a lot of meat for Zhou Ran: "Come on, eat more, look at you being thin."

Zhou Zesheng has loved to compete with others since he was a child. When he saw Xiang Jiangming picking up food for Zhou Ran, his heart felt sour. He raised his head and said aggrievedly to Xiang Jiangming: "Brother, I want to eat fish too."

Xiang Jiang understood him: "If you don't have hands or eyes?"

Zhou Zesheng: “…”

Xiang Jiangming turned his head and immediately changed his personal tone and gentle tone: "What else do you want to eat in my sister?"

Zhou Ran: "...Pick up all the bread for me."

Xiang Jiangming immediately picked up the clip and put all the bread on the tray into Zhou Ran's dining plate.

After the main course was served, the maid poured red wine for the guests. Prince Miller looked at the wine glass with a smile, and his tone was filled with excitement: "This is a unique taste that only exists in the Valley of Hell, please be sure to taste it."

Unlike yesterday, after the maid poured the wine, the atmosphere during the meal immediately became tense. Although the lawyer did not know what the devil's task was, he also saw that there must be something wrong with the wine.

Gao Guang rudely pinched the cup's feet, and the lawyer also picked up the cup. Zhou Ran's hands were neither high nor low, and he could just snatch the position of the bread tray after exploring further.

She just asked Xiang Jiangming to pick up the bread, and the tray was now a good shield, and her other hand was placed next to the wine holder, and she could pick up the wine glass and splash it at the evil people at any time.

The atmosphere is getting tense.

As long as one person holds up the wine glass, there will be a desperate battle. Only Zhou Zesheng knows about it but has never thought about attacking. At this time, he shrank his hands and feet, wishing he was a turtle and he would shrink his skin into his shell.

Fortunately, no one acted rashly.

After Prince Miller finished his meal, he wiped his fingers clean with a wet towel, and then announced to everyone: "Happy times are always short. There will be equestrian performances in the manor tomorrow at 9 o'clock. I will be waiting for everyone there, and I hope everyone will not be late."

Gao Kuan looked puzzled, and his eyebrows were almost about to be together: "What are you talking about? Why are you watching the show again? Haven't you watched it once in the morning?"

However, Prince Miller did not reply, stood up and walked towards the darkness...

The butler stepped forward and said, "Everyone can go back. You must stay in the room after twelve o'clock."

Xiang Jiangming stood up and took Zhou Ran and Zhou Zesheng to leave the seat first.

They went directly to the seventh floor. Zhou Ran looked at the entrance of the stairs. The two boys took off all the paintings on the wall. Then they knelt on one knee and carefully examined the oil paintings here.

The paintings here are actually very similar to those in the guest room, but each painting has an extra child, the red-eyed "Prince Miller". One of them is particularly strange, where the wife of the king and another woman dressed in her servant stand together, each holding a baby in her arms.

The baby had already opened his eyes, one was purple-black and the other was blood-red. The word "curse" was written on the canvas with dry and black blood.

Zhou Ran wanted to see what was under the canvas, but Xiang Jiangming held his wrist: "Don't touch it randomly."

"But below..."

"I think the purpose of this painting is to tell us the fact that Prince Miller has been killed. Its value is this. There should be no things under it, so don't touch it."

Zhou Ran nodded and put the painting back. At this time, a black mouse emerged from the crack in the corridor.

It was frightened and ran wildly, passing through the painting full of "curses". As soon as the little feet were stained with blood, they screamed, and the tip of their tail caught fire.

Immediately afterwards, its whole body began to rise and turned into a fireball. Even its screams were drowned, and its body turned into ashes.

Zhou Ran was stunned for a moment, then looked at Xiang Jiangming.

Xiang Jiangming also looked at her, and said with a very stinky mouth: "I know what you are thinking, but I won't agree to promise with my body."

Zhou Ran immediately withdrew her words of thanks: "Go to your daydream."

After reading the painting, Xiang Jiangming took the initiative to take on the responsibility of opening the door. Before he entered, the play addiction was once again, and he insisted on pulling Zhou Ran's arm, snot and tears, asking her to take care of their children.

Zhou Zesheng looked at Zhou Ran in confusion, and glanced at her belly from time to time: "Do I have a nephew?"

Xiang Jiangming wiped his tears and said, "No, it's his niece."

Zhou Zesheng opened his mouth wide, and it seemed that he really believed it: "I knew it was a daughter before I was born. Is it still there, or has it been born?"

Xiang Jiangming let out a light whisper, his expression as if he was abandoned by a scumbag, and he said resentfully: "Did she tell you nothing?"

"You guys really, really..."

Zhou Ran rubbed the tip of her nose: "Xiang Jiangming, you want to die now, right?"

Seeing that Zhou Ran finally reacted, Xiang Jiangming laughed. Only then did Zhou Zesheng realize that he had been fooled. Perhaps they had been fooled too many times. He even showed a tired look when he raised his finger, "You You You You You You You You You".

Xiang Jiangming turned around, strode towards the door at the end of the corridor, and reached out to open the door. The door shaft turned, making a sour sound.

Xiang Jiangming walked in first, and Zhou Ran followed him forward. As soon as he arrived in front of the door, a fishy smell came. The smell was not an ordinary corpse stinking, but a slight sweetness, similar to fermentation.

Zhou Ran touched Zhou Zesheng who was walking behind her: "You said, can't his wine be made here?"

"You, don't say it."

“It tastes a bit like that.”

Zhou Zesheng's face was as pale as paper. He did several vomiting movements in succession, and pinched his throat with both hands: "Let me die."

It is already ten o'clock in the evening. The moon outside is very round, but the light in the room is still dim. The sofa was bitten by mice, and the carpet is covered with dust. However, there are indeed traces of the owner's life. Zhou Ran found that there was an old bow and arrow hanging on the walls of the room. It was speculated that it should be Wang Jue's residence during his lifetime.

She walked forward slowly, and suddenly something soft and slapped under her feet.

Before she could react, Zhou Zesheng, who was standing by, shouted for her: "Ah--!" It turned out that the ground was full of burnt and rotten meat, and the rotten smell probably came from here.

Maybe the thing that attacked her yesterday was the real Prince Miller. His beloved fiancée was burned to ashes by the demon, so she was stimulated and could not hear people say something like "a wonderful equestrian show".

Just in case, Zhou Ran turned around and told Zhou Zesheng not to mention such words.

"Zhou Ran, come and see."

Xiang Jiangming waved and called Zhou Ran to him. He held a yellowed envelope in his hand. After he opened the envelope, there was a handwritten letter from Lao Wangjue.
To be continued...