Don’t talk about Xie Yi, the other two players were also shocked.

Gang Xie Yi whispered to Zhu Yang that his third grandfather passed away when he was not in junior high school, and they must have heard it clearly with their ears.

When the old man passed away, Xie Yi was still a primary school student. Now he saw him who had grown up, but he was completely surprised. Naturally, this is of course a strange place.

However, they have all agreed that the old man has strange things and that everything cannot be expected to be logical for ghosts.

Unexpectedly, Zhu Yang asked directly, not because they didn’t know there was a problem here, but because they thought that this obviously strange person, the strange setting, was it necessary to ask?

When the old man in front heard this, he turned around and said, "How old? Didn't you hold a drink a few days ago? He said he had been admitted to No. 1 Middle School in the city, and Yiwazi would have a great future."

The old man's answer surprised the players, and then he heard Zhu Yang ask: "Then do you think he looks like a child who just took the exam to the city?"

I don’t know if it’s just a joke or a conspiracy, but it makes people feel uncomfortable and said, “A child of eleven or 2 years old, do you say he has a partner?”

A moment of confusion flashed across Grandpa's face: "Oh, yes! I've grown up, it's time for Yiwazi to get married."

After saying that, he glanced at Zhu Yang, saying that he was quite incapable of marrying such a woman.

Zhu Yang refused to give in: "Hmm? Didn't he just put on a drink a few days ago? He just graduated from elementary school."

"Elementary school—" Grandpa San's expression was a little confused, and then he said confidently: "Yes, how could I remember the wrong day? I drank a few more cups that day, and when I came back, I vomited. I was muttered by her third wife."

"My third grandma is still here." Xie Yi told Zhu Yang.

Zhu Yang asked directly: "Where is that third grandma? Why didn't she call her for dinner? Or was she already helping her there?"

Grandpa San thought for a while, then his face changed in horror: "Where is my wife? My wife is not here, where is my wife not with me?"

As he said that, he ran away wildly and ran away madly.

Xie Yi was a little reluctant, but Zhu Yang grabbed an inconspicuous thread and pulled it, revealing the strangeness of the setting of this copy.

This made Xie Yi and two other players unable to help but improve the evaluation of this game, and even look at Zhu Yang with a different eye.

A horror copy is obviously a ghost. Even if it is not a ghost, there are strange NPCs, and they can't justify their memories and settings.

This is impossible even if it is a low-level field, but this happens in a high-level field.

Everyone will not think that this flaw will make this dungeon stupid and relaxed, and the special situation will only be accompanied by greater danger.

Wu Jianjun and Zhou Long couldn't help but sigh: "I haven't experienced a ghost copy for a long time, and I've really been neglected."

Even though they know that the unreasonable things are just taken as a setting part, and if they don’t dig and verify, if it is just them, they will inevitably lose this clue.

The importance of clues is that every mature high-level player will not ignore them.

Zhu Yang didn't say anything, and he didn't know what he was thinking.

When the third grandfather ran away, they had already come out for a while. Even if he didn't lead the way, they could hear the lively movement ahead.

I think this is where they are going to eat.

There are several tables in the spacious dam, and blind dates around have come. It should be a happy event when looking at the letters at the door and the platform outside.

The food was served. When Xie Yi and the others came over, a man who looked like a groom came up in a fat suit.

"Sit down quickly, wait for you." He said to Zhu Yang and the other two: "It's okay, don't be polite."

Zhu Yang and the other two were naturally polite, and the man did not stay here for a long time. He then took the table to greet other guests, his face full of strangeness, which shows that he was looking forward to tomorrow's happy day.

After sitting down, Xie Yi frowned: "This house-"

"What's wrong?" Zhu Yang looked at the guests around him. He looked at the villagers here, but it was strange.

Most of them are elderly people over 60 years old, accounting for as much as 80% of the guests. If a young person in a village holds wedding events, no matter how many times he will be.

The remaining 20% ​​of the young and strong men were also small, only a few, and most of them looked poor. Apart from the groom, there were two stronger middle-aged men.

In the end, they were all children and women.

The child's age is also a bit extreme, either a preschool child who has learned to walk for a short time, or a teenager who is about thirteen or fourteen years old.

There are also women, either withered or with a big belly, and there are also normal ones, but not many anyway.

Moreover, these people are dressed strangely. Logically speaking, no matter how you attend a wedding, you have to wear body clothes?

And according to Xie Yi, their hometown is not a poor rural area. Like Zhu Yang and others, they are only a few hours away from the city. When he was young, every household in the village had no worries about food and clothing.

But now I look at it, there are quite a few ragged clothes, and some have a strong sense of the times, which are the styles decades ago.

It’s fine if the elderly wear that style. They are from that generation, but several young people also dress up like that.

The village chairs usually sit eight to ten people at a table, and rural people don’t care about it. They just put in a few positions.

However, Zhu Yang and the other four dressed extraordinary, especially Zhu Yang and Xie Yi, the handsome man and the pretty woman, the fashionable dress and the temperament were extraordinary. Zhou Long, who was suspected to be a player in the money, also had his own aura. Even looking at the ordinary Wu Jianjun, on the table full of old men and village women, he also stood out.

The four of them felt that they were not easy to get close to, so they didn't even have eight people sitting at the table.

Except for the four players, there were only three people who came over.

A child of thirteen or fourteen years old, a woman with a big belly, and a strong man. The three of them looked the least abnormal.

"Yiwa, are you back? I haven't seen you for a long time." The strong man and woman said, "The two seemed to be husband and wife."

Xie Yizun nodded with a smile: "Yeah, um! Yes, I haven't seen you for a long time."

After saying that, he lowered his head and leaned into Zhu Yang's ears: "I haven't seen each other for eight years. My uncle and aunt in the village drove her to the hospital when they had a child at night. When they had a car accident, the family of three disappeared."

Another junior high school boy who looks like a junior high school student also said, "Xie Yi, how many days are you here to play this time? I will take you to fish. I have been asking you several times and you won't come. How boring is it."

"I was a child. In the summer of the second year of junior high school, I went to the reservoir to take a bath and drowned." Xie Yi said to Zhu Yang again.

Xie Yi, a child born in the same year, has grown up now, but the other time is forever in the summer of the thirteenth year.

But the people in front of him turned a blind eye to Xie Yi's age. On the one hand, they recognized his setting of taking his friends back to his hometown to relax, and on the other hand, they understood him at the moment of his lifetime.

The other party knew nothing about this logical loophole that could be seen. If it was forced to sort it out, it would probably cause the people here to fall into chaos like the third grandfather just now?

Zhu Yang and the others also understood that the people here were all people who died in their village in recent decades, so it is not difficult to find out.

The village is endless, and most of them die in their old age. Decades ago, medical treatment was underdeveloped. They gave birth to children at home, and they were difficult to deal with mothers, children who died prematurely, and teenagers who were most likely to drown in summer.

People who die of illness are haggard, but not many people die unexpectedly, so young and strong people account for the least.

Knowing that this is the ghost village of that world, the chicken, duck, fish and meat on the table are unattractive.

What supplies can ghosts have? It is true that the groom's home office was held at the beginning. How much time has passed?

But the others ate very well, and no one cared about them. They ate them one by one, as if they hadn't eaten meat for eight hundred years.

Zhu Yang elbowed Xie Yi: "What's going on with the office? How did the groom die?"

Xie Yi said: "I almost forgot about this. The house was later sold to an uncle's house in the same village. I didn't have much impression of the original owner."

When Xie Yi was halfway through elementary school, his family bought a house in the city and moved there. Although his parents were not as prosperous as Zhu Yang’s parents, they could live a good life by doing some small business.

However, when I was a child, I basically went back to my hometown for winter and summer vacations. One year I encountered this family to hold a wedding.

At that time, he was still young, so he ran around with the children in the village, and when the meal started, he would join in for a fun meal.

Then I heard that the wedding banquet was a little unhappy. In two days, several people, including the bride and groom, died.

He was young at that time and the adults didn't tell him, so naturally he could not have a deep impression. So now he almost forgot that the owner here was someone else before.

"The key may be this wedding." Zhu Yang said.

As soon as he finished speaking, he heard a mission notification from the game.

Survive in the dungeon for seven days.

It's another seven days, but this number is quite consistent with the ghost.

As soon as I received the task, there was something more in the bowl in front of Zhu Yang.

Zhu Yang lowered his head and saw that it was a piece of human fingers. He saw that the knuckles and shapes were women, but they were not very delicate. The finger was broken at the same root, and fresh blood was poured on it.

Zhu Yang looked up at the table and saw that the originally rich mattresses, the chicken, duck and fish cooked in a large pot, had turned into the body of a woman slumped on it.

The head of the female corpse was facing Zhu Yang and Xie Yi, with her eyes staring at them tightly.

Xie Yi was so scared that he burped, and he turned into a stone man.

At this moment, I heard the faint voice of the woman coming from beside me: "Why don't you eat it? It's delicious, try it quickly."

“Try it, it’s delicious.”

The woman seemed to have eaten and drunk enough, her mouth was covered with blood, and there were ferocious raw meat in the gap between her teeth. Her eyes looked at Zhu Yang with weird enthusiasm.

The continuous exhortations made people feel cold after hearing this.

Zhu Yang suddenly smiled and showed a picky face: "How do you eat coarse rice? The meat is so old, and it is full of cocoons."

After copying chopsticks, he flipped through his fingers and signaled to the woman to see: "I haven't washed it clean, there is mud in my fingernails. Who hasn't been a slut in her hospitality level in eight lifetimes?"

As he said that, he glanced at the woman and said, "Oh, sorry, you thought about how much you just ate. After all, you can't measure the poor by my own standards."

As soon as the word "poor ghost" came out, all the people on the table stopped and turned around and looked at Zhu Yang at the same time.

Some even had inconvenient seating positions, and they turned 180 degrees on the other end, saying that this place is fine, and even ghosts don’t believe it.

Zhu Yang continued to pick and choose without any concern, and a pair of chopsticks stirred up the "face" on the dining table, poking and poking—

"Look at this place, the hair is not shaved, and there are still ear wax behind the ears. The eyes are so big that they are still aiming at the guest. Do you want to scare someone to death?"
To be continued...