There's definitely something wrong with this murder mystery game-Chapter 658

Chapter 658: Chapter 565 The Traveling Poet Has Something to Say…

Chapter 658: Chapter 565 The Traveling Poet Has Something to Say…

The dark tide surged beneath the night sky.

White blossoms fluttered through the air.

The pair walked toward the foot of the mountain to the south, their stroll casual in appearance.

As they passed by the houses, the bride would occasionally glance at the houses as if sizing up those hiding inside or observing the osmanthus trees in the yards.

But these things didn’t affect their leisurely pace; they chatted idly about the goings-on in Osmanthus Village, appearing quite content.

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The bride’s thoughts were wickedly simple: it’s either you die, I die, or we all die together—the joy was infectious.

Xu Shuo, on the other hand, was thinking he needed to find an opportunity to cremate the bride before her coffin could be completely eroded by the Abyss.

…

The situation here was calm and collected.

By comparison,

on the other side, it was as if they were facing a formidable enemy.

Without his walking stick, the Old Village Chief could only stand in the courtyard with his hands clasped behind his back, sighing deeply.

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“Given the situation, Old Wang must be gone by now.

Alas, why didn’t he give me that Compass before he left?” muttered the Village Chief endlessly.

The ever-dangerous and unpredictable Mutant Script is like this, sometimes, the person scheming against you the night before is all ready to feast the next day.

Just then,

the female scholar who had been busily scribbling on the stone table suddenly had her eyes light up and, overcome with excitement, leapt to her feet with a sense of relief.

Seeing her like this, the Village Chief figured she must have completed the task.

He sauntered over and asked, “Can I take a look?”

The courtyard was littered with documents scavenged from the ancestral hall, the ground strewn with the Wang Family genealogy and various papers chronicling the grudges and grievances of Osmanthus Village over the decades.

The scholar handed him the messy stack of Handwritten Notes, and Miss Wang, seeing this, curiously joined to take a look.

The scholar said with a smile, “I should really thank you, Old Village Chief, for being willing to tell me all that.

Otherwise, I wouldn’t have been able to piece it together.”

The Village Chief harrumphed with aged indignation.

Of course, providing her with the information had come at a cost; after all, that was what a trade was all about!

Among all the players, the Village Chief, who had managed to survive the longest even with infirm legs and an inconvenient body, also knew more.

The tasks were fair in the game: players looking to dig up clues and quickly complete their own main missions typically couldn’t avoid cooperating with the Village Chief.

This was also the medium through which the Village Chief managed to complete his own main mission with the help of other players.

Some scripts had players competing against each other, but others required the players to support one another.

After finishing the Handwritten Notes, Miss Wang had a sudden realization and nodded, “So that’s how it is!

Zhu Chunxiao never harbored any significant resentment; after all, in that era, no matter how educated she was, she remained but a delicate, ordinary girl.”

But the villagers of Osmanthus Village really courted death; after three intense shifts between extreme joy and sorrow, anyone would have been overwhelmed!

Zhu Chunxiao had just graduated from high school when the movement to send youth to the countryside began, and she, along with several schoolmates, got sent here.

On the way, they managed to get lost in the mountains, and upon finally encountering a village, they thought they were saved—only to be met with a nightmare for everyone.

That sickly youth from the Wang Family had taken a fancy to Zhu Chunxiao before dying, and the villagers declared they wouldn’t show them the way to Xiaogang Village unless they left the girl behind.

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All being people who had left their homes behind, they inevitably felt some pity for their fellow townsmen and schoolmates.

So, they thought they might as well go out and look for the path themselves; if worse came to worst, they could simply retrace their steps back the way they came.

However, no sooner had the scholars left the village than they fell into a trap; the villagers who had lurked in wait by the road captured them all.

Struck by this turn of events, Zhu Chunxiao was stunned.

Amid the chaos, she somehow managed to escape the villagers’ grasp and ran back into Osmanthus Village without thinking.

This was the first calamity.

Later, the orphan Tiezhu was the first to discover Zhu Chunxiao cowering in a corner and, upon hearing of the girl’s plight, daringly hid her inside the ancestral hall.

Zhu Chunxiao hid in the ancestral hall for several days.

Unable to find her, the people of Osmanthus Village thought she must have sought death in the mountains.

It was then,

that the diary of a Zhang Family child was accidentally seen by their parents.

And so Zhu Chunxiao, who had been hidden in the ancestral hall for a long time, was captured on the very night she planned to escape the village.

By this point, her classmates were all gone.

The only person in the entire village willing to help her was an eight or nine-year-old child.

Now, she truly faced a hopeless situation.

This was the second calamity.

The third attempt to flee was also that night.

But looking at the bride’s current state, one could guess the outcome.

After reading through the Handwritten Notes, Miss Wang disdainfully looked at the Village Chief, “Who writes a diary like a proper person would?

You must have had too much time on your hands, having nothing better to do than jot down such things!

A real team-wrecker!”

With veins bulging at his temple, the Village Chief retorted defensively, “Back then I was just a kid.

How was I supposed to know!”

“Live and learn.”

Miss Wang continued to mock, “In the future, you can keep silent about promised matters, but you can put them down in a notebook.”

Village Chief: “I’ve already said, I was just a child fond of writing diaries!”

Miss Wang: “Yeah, you wrote a diary and you got your little buddy killed.

How didn’t the bride decide to kill you first back then?”

Village Chief: “I was just a kid!!”

Miss Wang: “Yeah, a devilish child who managed to wreak blood and havoc in Osmanthus Village all by himself.”

Village Chief: “You…

you…”