Horror game NPC scares players to tears again

Chapter 6 Happy Event in the Mountain Village (5) Repair
As the head of a village, Village Chief Tian's family conditions are no more than that, and he doesn't even have a decent weapon.

Su Nian was extremely disappointed, and used a kitchen knife to mend the backs of the two of them twice.

At Village Chief Tian's house, Su Nian didn't find a handy weapon, so Su Nian kidnapped her and went to Grandma Wang's house.

The quality of Grandma Wang's crutches looks good, and she should be able to headshot with one crutch.

After half an hour, the lost half of her face and eyeballs recovered. Although she still looked terrifying, at least her face would not bleed downwards, and two eyeballs had a wider field of vision than one eyeball.

Grandma Wang lived near the village head's house, and when she passed by the widow Liu Fang's house, Su Nian faintly smelled the aroma of food coming from inside.

The door wasn't closed, so she looked inside.

She is not the only one in Liu Fang's family. Another widow, Yang Fen, is busy in front of the earthen stove.

She was wearing the plainest gray cloth shirt, and her unruly hair was wrapped behind her head with a red cloth scarf. There was a fire in the earth stove, and a layer of sweat soaked on her lacquered forehead, so she raised her hand and wiped it with her cuff.

"Ah Fang, I don't have much pepper at home, so save some."

Looking back and smiling, there is delicateness hidden in the corners of the brows and eyes, and the voice and smile are gentle.

Liu Fang smiled and said "Hey": "I know you can't eat spicy food, so I washed one."

From the corner of her eye, she casually glanced at Su Nian who was watching the excitement at the door, and she beckoned: "Xiao Nian, come and eat together?"

Su Nian was not too polite, and went straight in to look curiously at the rare clay stove.

"Sister, what shall we eat?"

Yang Fen brought a pair of bowls and chopsticks, and said softly, "Potatoes stewed in the pot, taro burnt in the fire."

Burnt taro, she hasn't eaten for a long time.

She and Jiang Yuhuai did not live well, especially after Jiang Yuhuai fell ill, every penny had to be spent wisely.

Yang Fen couldn't help laughing at her eager eyes. She found a fire hook, bent down and fished out a piece of dusty taro.

She dragged the taro with clean leaves and handed it to Su Nian: "It's hot, be careful, go there and eat it, if it's not enough, ask me for it."

"Ok."

The taro on the leaves was also very hot, the scorching heat passed through the leaves to the fingertips, making Su Nian's hands twitch non-stop.

She quickly sat down on the stool, threw the taro on the table and blew on her fingers.

Liu Fang teased her with a smile, she didn't talk much, most likely Yang Fen was looking for something to talk about, Su Nian was eating quietly, and occasionally looked up to watch them cook, and unexpectedly experienced the quietness of time in the horror game.

Su Nian put the leftover half piece of taro on the leaves and saw them boil potatoes in a bowl of water: "Don't you guys eat taro?"

Yang Fen said softly: "You have the last piece in your hand."

Su Nian's breathing stagnated imperceptibly, and he smiled: "Thank you, sister."

Liu Fang and Yang Fen have a very good relationship. Since the man in the family joined the army, they have supported each other, and life is not too difficult.

With a kind nature, he usually takes care of the elderly and children in the village.

Before Su Nian left, taking advantage of the time when the two of them were talking and laughing while washing the dishes, Su Nian "inadvertently" walked along the ax by the wall.

As for Grandma Wang's walking stick...

It doesn't matter whether she has a cane or not, the main thing is that she is a person of quality, and the old man is already pitiful enough not to make her difficult life worse.

Su Nian held half a piece of taro in one hand, and dragged a rusty ax in the other, wandering around the village humming an out-of-tune tune.

Wherever he passed, a not deep and not shallow scratch was left on the uneven ground.

Yang Zhihui came to deliver peppers to Liu Fang according to Grandma Wang's request, and when he walked halfway, he saw a woman walking towards him.

She has a smile on her face, but she holds an ax in her hand, like a Buddha who kills life, who can take away people's lives with a frown and a smile.

【Ding!Horror value +20]

Yeah!

There are small leeks delivered to your door.

Su Nian tilted his head slowly, the smile on the corner of his mouth widened, and he followed Yang Zhihui's fleeing figure step by step.

Her movements were leisurely and loose, but she followed Yang Zhihui not too far or too close, like a cat teasing a mouse, which gave him a sense of oppression.

Yang Zhihui's heart beat in his throat. Even though he knew that the NPC would not kill him unless the death condition was triggered, he couldn't turn a blind eye to the situation of being chased by the NPC with an ax!

The footsteps behind him were getting closer, and the ax made a sound of "stabbing" on the ground.

He was in a trance for a moment, and the steps behind him suddenly became chaotic. The sound of footsteps was close at hand, and the wind blew across his neck, as if his head would be cut off in the next second.

Yang Zhihui swallowed, his throat dry as if swallowing a needle, he turned his stiff neck and turned his head.

Suddenly the pupils shrank, and the woman reflected in the pupils was only a step away from him, and the gaping ax blade swung down from the side, straight at his chest!

Under the threat of death, he unconsciously closed his eyes.

puff-

The blunt instrument cut through the flesh and blood, and the blood sprayed out like a burst faucet, and the pattering rain of blood fell, staining a large area of ​​land red.

Yang Zhihui closed his eyes, his eyelids were light red under the sunlight, and he felt warm touch intermittently on his face.

The basket in his hand suddenly dropped, and something heavy fell into the basket.

The expected pain did not come, he opened his trembling eyelids, and saw the dead head in the basket at a glance.

The woman who was chasing him was standing not far away, the ax in her hand was dyed a bright pink, but her smile was even harder to ignore.

She threw the ax to the ground, raised the hand holding half a piece of taro high up, and lifted the headless body with the other hand.

She is not tall, and her slender arms and legs seem to be broken with a little force, but she can lift the fat Liu Matchmaker without much effort.

Matchmaker Liu dragged her legs to the ground, and drops of blood fell to the ground along the empty neck, and the woman walked towards him slowly.

--Snapped!

--Snapped!

For a moment, Yang Zhihui couldn't tell whether it was the sound of the beating heart, the sound of blood dripping, or the sound of her footsteps landing on the ground.

She clutched Matchmaker Liu's collar, grinned abruptly, and lightly tossed her fat body into Yang Zhihui's arms.

Yang Zhihui's scalp went numb in an instant, and he hurriedly caught Liu Matchmaker's body. He was hit violently by Liu Matchmaker, and he wobbled a few steps before barely standing still.

The basket fell to the ground, and the head inside rolled a few times to Su Nian's feet. She lifted her foot gently, and kicked it into the surrounding haystack like a football.

Yang Zhihui's throat was tight, as long as he lowered his head, he could see the hollows and blue veins buried under the blood.

The sticky smell of blood almost suffocated him, and he even felt his brain was smothered by the smell of blood, so he didn't push it away immediately but caught it!

Yang Zhihui reacted and pushed away the matchmaker Liu who was pressing on him, then knelt down and bent over to stroke his stomach: "Ugh—"

(End of this chapter)