During the period, Song Jinshi wanted to ask about Yuanwen several times, but he was deterred by the glance of disdain from the man and by his own reassurances that he was fine, just temporarily unable to die.
Eventually, it was Master Yuande who spoke up to inquire about Yuanwen’s situation.
“Mr. Wei, have you seen Mr. Yuan? I remember he seemed to have stayed behind with you.”
Upon hearing this, Yuanwen lifted his injured right hand, a hint of sadness crossing his face as he rubbed his forehead.
“Mr. Yuan was a good person; I will always remember him.”
Song Jinshi immediately rushed in front of Yuanwen, anxiously raising her head to look at him.
“What happened to Yuanwen?”
Song Jinshi’s tone was somewhat hurried.
However, the man did not continue speaking but lowered his gaze to his anxious little wife.
“Xiaoshi, are you very worried about him?”
Song Jinshi’s expression froze as she carefully grasped the man’s distinctively knobby hand. “What worries me most is you. I asked about him just thinking it wouldn’t be good if something happened to him while he was with us.”
“So please tell us, what happened to Yuanwen?”
The man gently held Song Jinshi’s hand in his palm, slowly kneading it.
“Xiaoshi, Yuanwen is dead. He didn’t manage to escape in the end.”
Song Jinshi’s expression clearly panicked.
She felt that Wei Xun in front of her must know everything about her and Yuanwen’s plans; she felt as if nothing was hidden from him.
“Did he say anything to you?”
Song Jinshi clutched the man’s hand tightly, her eyes filled with frantic worry.
“Yes.”
“He said—”
Yuanwen deliberately left Song Jinshi hanging.
Song Jinshi blinked her watery eyes, her face tense yet hopeful as she waited for his next words.
“We must find the murderer and avenge him.”
“So Xiaoshi, you must work hard to uncover the truth.”
Song Jinshi lowered her head, reluctant to meet the man’s gaze, and quietly replied with an “Mm.”
— ‘This Yuanwen is truly wicked for deceiving our wife like this!’
— ‘He’s scaring my wife to death; that dog of a man deserves no mercy!’
— ‘I’ll wait for the funeral; don’t beg for my wife’s forgiveness then.’
— ‘Wife, quick! Look at the comments! Urgent, urgent! Why did the system block my previous comments?’
— ‘There’s nothing we can do, even if you act like King Ji Ji; the system notified us that future messages related to the critical content of the copies will be automatically filtered, so now we can only hint at our wife from the sidelines; we can’t reveal anything important.’
— ‘I’m a bit worried. How will our little fool wife manage without our husband assistance?’
— ‘Don’t worry; even without us, she still has her copy husbands and player husbands.’
Song Jinshi did not see these comments.
At that moment, she was worried that Wei Xun had already discovered her and Yuanwen’s plan.
She remembered that this fake Wei Xun didn’t have such a personality; he wouldn’t speak to her like this.
The former fake Wei Xun was very straightforward, but now his personality had changed, making her suspect that he had been stimulated somehow.
For instance, he was aware of how she and Yuanwen conspired to deal with him.
“Everyone, I need to find an elder from my family to resolve this matter. During my absence, you must not continue exploring; otherwise, more people will die. You have to wait for me to return!”
Quanshang said seriously to them.
Yuande and Ren Huan also expressed the need to seek assistance, advising everyone to stay in the villa and await their return.
Before long, only the players and Zhao Yi remained in the villa.
— ‘Looks like this copy has started to eliminate unrelated NPCs.’
— ‘The real copy is about to begin. I remember it was challenging to complete the show’s task; those ghosts can be very brutal when killing.’
— ‘At first, I wondered why giving so many ghost-catching masters would make the filming easier, but now I understand; they give you hope only to destroy it later, leaving you with the worst half-hearted masters is the most painful.’
— ‘Why is every copy my wife plays so difficult? Isn’t she just a new player? I seriously suspect there’s foul play in this game!’
After the guests left, the atmosphere in the villa dropped.
A male player felt a bit uncomfortable and wanted to step outside to clear his mind.
But the moment he opened the door, he felt a piercing pain.
It was as if thousands of blades were cutting into his body.
Before he could react and return inside the villa, he had already turned into a pile of meat.
The next second, the villa door closed automatically, and the blood splattered at the entrance vanished.
Outside, faint sounds of chewing and swallowing could be heard.
“Players, please work hard to inherit the legacy.”
“Detection indicates that most players are excessively negative about task progress; the copy has entered forced mode. During this period, leaving the villa is prohibited. Other players must inherit the legacy as soon as possible!”
As the system’s voice faded, the players in the villa showed anxious expressions.
The death of the previous player who had stepped out revealed the consequences of leaving the villa to them.
But the problem was that from start to finish, they had no idea what the legacy to be inherited was!
They also didn’t know whose legacy they were supposed to inherit; the copy’s operation felt like a relentless push toward death.
Song Jinshi also heard the system’s announcement. At this moment, she was just relieved that her task was different from theirs. Watching these players being clueless made her think that if she were in their place, she would be utterly in the dark and unable to clear the copy.
Yet she was also very anxious—her task was easy to accomplish, but if none of these players could clear the copy, she wouldn’t be able to leave even if she completed her task!