Why is the NPC Frightened By Me Again [Infinite Stream]

In the coffin, Lin Huai could not see the poem and the distance. All he could see was darkness.

When vision is lost, other human senses are greatly amplified. He didn't know where he was being transported, and he didn't know the direction he was in at the moment. All he could feel was the turbulence, only the musty smell of the coffin, the fishy smell with a touch of death emanating from the corpses around him, and...

The female ghost shivered.

It seemed to be frightened by Lin Huai, and it kept babbling along the way. When Lin Huai was thinking about pulling out its tongue, the short man outside also heard a terrified voice: "I feel that there has been crying inside..."

The burial mound with locust trees has appeared in front of the two of them. They swallowed, bit their heads, and climbed up.

There are many unowned corpses thrown in the burial mounds. A conscientious corpse thrower made a simple grave. Others were wrapped in straw mats and placed there casually. The tall and short man walked in the wet ground with caution.

The whistling wind was blowing behind the two of them, as if a ghost was crying. The short man stammered, "Where are we going to put her now?"

"There was a shallow pit under the locust tree, just throw the coffin in there." The tall man raised his chin.

"woo woo woo woo……"

As if crying, came from the coffins around.

"In the coffin... there is really a voice!" the short man said with a trembling voice, "I heard..."

"Don't look, don't listen." The tall man whispered, "I heard from my grandma when I was a child that some ghosts who died in vain would cry at the first seven o'clock. After attracting people's attention, once people responded to their voices , will be pulled into the coffin and become a scapegoat..."

"Then...if it gets pulled in..."

"It won't come out again." The tall man said, "My grandma said there is only one way to deal with it..."

"Don't answer, don't answer, don't answer!"

The tall man repeated it three times.

"Oh, this is what the predecessors summed up, the law of the dark forest in the graveyard..."

Lin Huai, who was still feeling the tranquility, was lying in the coffin, thinking like this.

The Luan Grave Mound is a dark forest, and every corpse thrower is a lamb to be slaughtered, sneaking between the coffins like a ghost, gently pushing aside the branches in the way, trying hard not to let the footsteps make a little sound, and even breathing must be careful: He had to be careful, because there were ghosts sneaking everywhere in the coffin, and if he found other life, there was only one thing he could do: run away screaming.

He yawned, and finally, a vibration came from under him.

He was finally put on the ground.

"Just put her here." The short man wiped the sweat from his forehead, "We..."

Lin Huai finally felt a little relaxed when he was down-to-earth.

In order to avoid scaring the two NPCs, he decided to wait for the two to leave before opening the coffin. Presumably, this is also what Zhou Ying has done.

Then, he heard the short man's next sentence: "Otherwise, I'll bury her? Isn't it not good to expose the corpse in the wilderness..."

Lin Huai: ... Brother, you don't need to be a good person at this time.

He subconsciously grabbed the lid of the coffin, although it was not difficult for him to emerge from the ground like a groundhog.

but……

At that moment, he seemed to feel Zhou Ying's despair as the coffin was lifted out.

Is she hiding in the coffin like he did before, not daring to take a breath, feeling the bumps under her, waiting in panic and quietly, to leave the cage?

However……

The despair didn't last long, and the tall man spat quickly: "You find something to do for yourself? Such a big hole, you have to fill it yourself."

The behavior of a tall author who seems to leave holes everywhere but has no shame in filling them, at this moment, has attracted a lot of goodwill from Lin Huai.

Although he can be a groundhog, he doesn't want to be a groundhog after all, which is too inelegant.

At the next moment, the elegant Lin Huai heard a sentence that made his eyes tear.

"But we still have one thing to do," the tall man said. "Take the things, and we will nail the peach wood nails according to the words of the Feng Shui master to prevent the corpse from being cheated."

Lin Huai: ...nmd, why?

The sound of a hammer hitting the coffin sounded above his head, and just as he was about to open the coffin, a dizziness hit his brain.

The quiet wind and darkness engulfed him, accompanied by extreme terror and suffocating pain.

The clear and gentle play sang quietly in his mind, and at that moment, he seemed to have entered another person's body.

He "watched" himself hiding in the coffin and being carried out, leaving the city gate and arriving at the burial mound.

When the coffin fell, so did his heart. At this moment, the tall man made a desperate voice.

"Nail the coffin!"

- no - no - I'm in the coffin -

He wanted to shout, but beside him, there was the sound of a large number of people chasing, and the fierce barking of dogs.

"Fuck, I ran away! The stinky actor is shameless!"

He heard the voices of bandits.

"Take that scumbag back!"

"Boss, are you going to die or live?"

"Give it to me! Since the stinky actor has no face, we don't need to give face!"

The peach wood nails penetrated into the coffin little by little. He lay beside the corpse, stretched his legs, and blocked his mouth with his arms.

- Can't make a sound, can't let them find out.

- I've done everything I can.

——I was beaten in the troupe, and I was thrown into a cold pool by Master in the cold winter and twelfth lunar month.

- I was locked in the woodshed, and I crawled out of the wall with my hands. My hands are not as soft as everyone else's, but he said he likes my hands the most. The class leader also said that the expression is expressive, soft and boneless, just rely on these hands.

- I broke my hand, but I want to see him.

——I hid in the coffin, lying beside the dead body, I was worried all the way, I finally came here.

——I have done so much to come here, to go out, to leave with him, I have paid so much, why...

Can't you give me a little happiness?

"Boom, boom, boom."

The peach wood nails were driven into the coffin cover little by little, and the sound of the nails sounded at the same time as the dog's barking.

He "looked" at the coffin lid, "watched" himself sinking into the darkness step by step.

Until all the sound disappeared.

The barking of dogs disappeared, the sound of chasing soldiers disappeared, and the sound of mahogany nails digging into the coffin lid also disappeared.

Lin Huai finally returned to his own body.

He quietly looked at the dark coffin lid and spoke lightly.

"Is this the final outcome of the play "Dong Li"?"

Faintly, he heard a chuckle.

In this laughter, there is a strong hatred and distortion.

The heavily-made-up Hua Dan seemed to have walked in front of him. She didn't speak, but only lightly opened her red lips.

'Do not. ’

This is her mouth shape.

Lin Huai lay quietly in the coffin, breathing evenly, waiting for the final chapter of "Dong Li".

Time seems to have passed for a long time, and it seems to pass quickly.

The scholars were supposed to arrive at the child's hour, as they had agreed in the letter. At that time, Zhou Ying will make a sound in the coffin, and the scholar can open the coffin even if he has no strength to hold the chicken.

Lin Huai waited in the coffin for a long time. Zhou Ying's feelings before his death finally penetrated to him.

He was too tired and wanted to sleep too much. The three days in captivity and the whole thrilling escape had left him exhausted and his eyes filled with lead.

However, now that he is only one step away from flying together, how can he be reconciled?

He didn't know the time in the outside world, but he knew that Zi Shi was afraid that it had already passed.

Didn't the scholar come to see him? Didn't the scholar receive that letter? Did the scholar throw him...here?

In the endless torment and pain of waiting, he didn't know how long he waited.

He didn't know he was already in the coffin, waiting for three days.

Three days is enough to boil everyone to death.

Finally, when he was about to fall asleep, he heard the rustling footsteps outside the coffin.

"Zhou Ying?"

As soon as the tentative voice came out, he immediately woke up.

The throat that had been thirsty for three days was filled with lead and could not make a sound. He could only curl his fingers and tap the coffin board desperately.

"Knock knock, knock knock, knock knock."

In the darkness, every heartbeat and every tapping sound is thrilling. However, people who are wandering around are ignorant of this.

He didn't ask him the reason for being late, and he also forgot the torment of these few days. He made a weak voice to remind the other party that he was still here.

However, the other party stopped shouting.

"There are nails on the coffin?" He heard the voice of the other party from a distance, "Could it be that..."

- No, I didn't, I...

"Zhou Ying..." He heard crying, "Zhou Ying..."

— no, I —

He heard the man seem to sigh and sit down beside the tree.

This scene is a bit funny, he is obviously alive, but the other party doesn't know it. He was still crying when he was dead.

He bit his lip with the last of his strength, intending to make a final struggle.

However, he heard the voice of the scholar.

"...That's fine. You should also know...I can't last long with you!"

He froze.

"You're a low-ranking actor, and you're still... and I... I'm going to be named in the gold medal list in the future. You run away, that's it. But if I run away... my career in this life will be over!"

"Last month was your birthday, I was in the market to choose a ring for you... I didn't expect it, but I fell in love with the same thing as the prefect's youngest daughter, we... I can't go with you, you understand What? I can't go with you, a great future is right in front of me, but you are kind to me after all... You are bound by kindness, me! These days, I have been afraid to come to face you, and now you have... ...then that's fine..."

Well then.

He insisted on the will to survive for three days, but at this moment, he was completely exhausted.

He closed his eyes and fell asleep completely in the darkness, sinking slowly in the dark pool.

Dark and thick emotions surged up, he closed his eyes, his face expressionless.

The scholar left, and on the empty mass grave, there was only the sound of ghost crying.

In this dead air, he could hear his dry voice, and he could sing softly again.

The body suddenly became lighter.

"It is as white as snow on a mountain, and as bright as the moon among the clouds.

Wen Jun has two intentions, so he came to decide against each other.

Today's drinking party, tomorrow's ditch water head.

On the imperial ditch, the ditch water flows from east to west.

Desolately desolate again desolately, there is no need to cry in marriage.

Would like to have as one people, old age is not way off.

Why are the bamboo poles curled, and the fishtails curled! "

In the deep pit, the originally tightly closed coffin oozes blood.

The crimson liquid spreads all around, and all the souls that died in vain and all the dead bodies were swept in by this overwhelming vortex of blood.

The original deep pit turned into a deep red and nearly black blood pool in an instant!

The white-haired, red-clothed figure emerged from the blood pool.

It raised its head, looked at the night sky, and murmured singing.

"Death and life are bound together, talk to Zicheng."

"Hold your hand and grow old with your son."

Singing and singing, a tear of blood fell down the corner of its eye.

——This is "Dong Li", the final ending.

All the sounds and pictures disappeared at this moment, and Lin Huai opened his eyes in the dark coffin.

There was no superfluous expression on his face, and it was impossible to tell whether it was happiness or sadness.

"The fourth play - "Dong Li", has been completed." The system's cold prompt sounded in Lin Huai's head, "Please try to leave the coffin and follow the prompts to complete the fifth play - "Hand in Hand" ."

There was no response in the coffin for a long time.

After a long time, a burst of laughter came from the darkness.

"Hehe...hehe..."

The laughter was extremely distorted, as if it contained endless madness.

"You care, call the drama finished?"

The man in the dark said softly.

"Scholar Bo Xing, Specter is now in the world... At this level, is it the end? Haha, haha..." The man in the dark said softly.

"This is indeed the final ending of "Dong Li"."

A cold male voice resounded in the sky.

"Really?" There was laughter again in the darkness, "If the original author said this, it's up to you to decide how it ends, but today I..."

"I'm going to be a high owl and write a fanboy." The man in the dark opened his eyes, "Even if I die and be nailed in a coffin, I will still be in the tomb and shout out with this rotten vocal cord— "

"Between the fourth act and the fifth act, you have one scene missing." He sat up from the coffin, "Now, I'll help you make up for it. As for the missing scene, it's called..."

"The four great joys in life are the long drought and the nectar, the old knowing when you meet in a foreign land, the bridal chamber at night, when the golden list is inscribed." He put his palm on the coffin lid, "Then my scene is called—"

"All joys and sorrows." He smiled, "A qualified actor should learn to add drama to himself. An arrogant and domineering clown..."

"It should be more exciting for the participants after the play, such as... pick up the gun and shoot the theater!"

The author has something to say: Brother Lin: I will add drama to myself