In the dungeon game, I influence all monsters with my strength

Chapter 2 2. So you are dead
After half an hour.

A few hundred meters outside Furong Town, the road less than seven meters wide twists and turns into the distance.

It was early spring, and besides the green rice on both sides of the road, it was still green rice.

There is a relatively narrow fork road next to it, which twists and turns and leads to nowhere.

Jiang Yingbai stood on the road with a puzzled face.

Wei Ze handed a brand new 100 yuan note to the motorcycle driver who sent them.

After finding the change, the motorcycle driver got into the car and muttered in a low voice: "Why are you coming to a deserted place when you are full and have nothing to do?"

"Is your family not short of money?"

Wei Ze thought of the magnificent hall of his home, and subconsciously responded, "No."

Jiang Yingbai always asked without knowing, "So why did you get off halfway?"

"I don't know," Wei Ze shook his head. He just subconsciously didn't want others to take this path.

Jiang Yingbai looked at Wei Ze's ignorant expression and gave up on the topic. She changed the question, "Why does your home live in such a remote place?"

The living environment in the village is far inferior to that in the city, with few recreational facilities and not many opportunities for development.

Jiang Yingbai couldn't figure out why Wei Ze, a young man in his 20s, lived in a ravine.

Wei Ze didn't think much this time, and answered quickly, "I like to be with my family. My family doesn't like crowded places. They like to live in a quieter place."

Wei Ze walked in front to lead the way, Jiang Yingbai looked around from left to right, since she was born in a big city, this is her first time in the countryside, everything is very new to her.

After walking for a few minutes, Wei Ze stopped at a bluestone path, "Look, my home is over there. You can get there in 5 minutes along this path."

Jiang Yingbai looked towards where he pointed.

There was a white mist over there, and there was a thick fog around the house. Only two faint red lights could be seen vaguely, which should be two big lanterns, but nothing else could be seen clearly.

Both sides of the bluestone road were lined with three-meter-long red satin, and large white lantern-shaped hydrogen balloons with a diameter of half a meter were tied to the top. In order to prevent the hydrogen balloons from floating away, they were pressed down with stones.

The sky is covered with dark clouds, as if raindrops will fall in the next moment, and the sound of babbling opera can be vaguely heard, and the whole scene is serious and depressing.

Although he had never seen this scene, any fool knew what was being held inside. Jiang Yingbai walked behind Wei Ze and asked, "Is there a funeral at your home?"

Wei Ze bit his lip unconsciously, his face turned pale. He looked to one side without focus, and turned around after hearing Jiang Yingbai's words.

I don't know whether his tone was due to fear or sadness, but he was trembling and shaking.

"When I...left, there was no funeral at home."

When Jiang Yingbai was about to say something, a cat meow instantly attracted their attention. There was a black cat standing on the red brick and black tile wall.

"Meow~"

Wei Ze's body trembled and his pupils shrank instantly, "It's that cat! It's that cat! I saw it at my grandfather's funeral!!"

As he yelled, the surrounding environment began to change. The buildings in front of him were in ruins, and the walls were as black as if they had been burned by fire. Weeds on the roadside were growing rapidly and were about to submerge Jiang Yingbai.

The lantern in front of the gate was shaky and had several holes, and at a glance, a short piece of candle could be seen inside, still burning.

The next second the environment returned to normal. Just when Jiang Yingbai suspected that he had seen it wrong, the environment became dilapidated again.

Jiang Yingbai looked at the crazy Wei Ze beside her, thinking whether it was something wrong with her eyes or this guy did it.

His mental state was obviously extremely poor. He would say that there was no dead person, and that he had seen a black cat at his grandfather's funeral, but how could a living person hold a funeral.

The black cat glanced at Jiang Yingbai and jumped into the yard.

Wei Ze stared at the place where the cat disappeared with red eyes. He grabbed his hair and gritted his teeth and said, "It's it! It must be because it caused grandpa to become neither human nor ghost now! It's it! It's it!"

Wei Ze chased after him like crazy, and Jiang Yingbai followed with his mind full of question marks.

There were two white lanterns with the word "mourning" hanging on the door. Wei Ze pushed them open and rushed in.

Jiang Yingbai stepped on his heels, seeing the scene inside, she paused.

The ground is full of circular paper money, and there are several burning paper money piles beside it.

There were more than a dozen people kneeling in the yard, all looking at Jiang Yingbai, who had just entered.

They wore white damasks on their heads, their expressions were indifferent, and their faces were as pale as paper-wrapped people.

Jiang Yingbai looked around the yard, but did not find Wei Ze.

Jiang Yingbai felt something bad and her scalp was numb. She swallowed and subconsciously looked at the black and white photos placed in the mourning hall.

A big boy with regular facial features smiled brightly in front of the camera. The man looked exactly like Wei Ze.

Jiang Yingbai's eyes almost popped out of his head. How many hours had she been following a ghost stupidly? !

Jiang Yingbai calmly took a step back, and a harmless smile appeared on his face subconsciously, "Are you still missing someone? Let me join in. I am strong enough to lift coffins and other things."

There was a "pop" sound, and the door was closed despite the fact that there was no wind and no one was behind him. Jiang Yingbai was so frightened that he almost screamed.

Kneeling at the front, a middle-aged man who looked to be in his 50s withdrew his gaze. He yelled at the only person next to him who lowered his head and did not look at Jiang Yingbai.

"Wei Ze! Is this how I usually teach you?!"

Jiang Yingbai was stunned. Either she didn't notice it or the person's presence was too low. In her impression, there was no one there a few seconds ago.

Does it matter? It doesn't matter. The important thing is that he is actually calling a dead person's name.

The man slowly raised his head. His face looked exactly like the black and white photo in the mourning hall. Wei Ze glanced at Jiang Yingbai expressionlessly.

"I'm sorry, Father, it's all my fault. I didn't tell my friends clearly not to come to me during this period."

Jiang Yingbai quickly realized something was wrong.

No, no, that person called Wei Ze's name, how could anyone attend his funeral.

Jiang Yingbai carefully compared the kneeling Wei Ze with the black and white portrait in the mourning hall.

Soon she discovered that the person in the photo at the funeral hall had an extra mole on his ear than Wei Ze. Could they be twins?
Wei Ze's father, Wei Qin, couldn't bear it. Such an absurd thing happened in such a serious scene. He yelled angrily: "Now that you know, let her go!!"

Wei Ze's face was filled with fear, and his voice was trembling slightly, "Father, she was my brother's best friend during his lifetime. I think he should..."

Before finishing speaking, Wei Qin forcibly interrupted.

Maybe he realized that the deceased was a kind-hearted person in life, "Next time something like this happens, I will break your legs!"

"Thank you, Father." After saying this, Wei Ze lowered his head, and dozens of other people also lowered their heads.

Jiang Yingbai hesitated at that moment whether to join them, but she moved to the side knowingly to ensure that they could not see her.

no Zuo no Die.

She turned into the yard next to her, which was filled with flowers, roses, roses, lilies, peonies, and camellias. They all bloomed at different times, but they were all blooming.

There is a small, crystal clear pool next to it, with small ink-colored fish swimming around.

The breeze blew gently, Jiang Yingbai frowned, and there was a faint smell of smoke in the air.

Looking for the smell, Jiang Yingbai saw a half-covered door at the end of the yard, and the sound of burning paper "squeaky" kept coming from there.

(End of this chapter)