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

Chapter 3 3. So You Didn't Die

Out of curiosity, Jiang Yingbai sneaked over.

I saw an 80-year-old grandmother squatting outside the yard, burning gold ingots made of paper, and mumbling something.

"Xiao'er, my Xiao'er, you must be well..."

There were some paper furniture at her feet. Jiang Yingbai came closer, and the old woman suddenly raised her head and looked in Jiang Yingbai's direction.

Without any hesitation, she grabbed everything made of paper, threw it towards the fire, and ran away so fast that Jiang Yingbai didn't even react.

Jiang Yingbai sighed, "This old lady runs so fast."

This was much faster than Jiang Yingbai, a homebody. Looking at the direction in which the old lady was running away, she hesitated whether to chase after her.

A sinister voice suddenly came from behind.

"Why are you here?"

Jiang Yingbai didn't turn his head, he felt a hand on his shoulder, and the cold touch spread through the thin clothes, like ice cubes in the cold winter.

Immediately, the corners of countless domestic ghost movies were listed, and the scene of being quacked by ghosts came to my mind.

The mmp in his heart smiled and turned around, "You still talk about me, I still want to know where you went just now."

Behind him, Wei Ze had two dark circles under his eyes, a sluggish expression, and a little hunchback. He looked listless as if he had been robbed.

Seeing that there was no scary scene behind him, Jiang Yingbai breathed a sigh of relief.

Wei Ze didn't seem to hear what Jiang Yingbai said. He reached out and grabbed Jiang Yingbai's arm and pulled him back, "Let's go."

"Where?"

Wei Ze turned his head, his eyes were calm and terrifying.

Jiang Yingbai broke free from Wei Ze's restraint, curious and frightened, "What the hell is a black cat?"

Wei Ze still looked at her coldly, and it took a long time before he made a sound.

"I don't know, my memory and eyes are very confused. I always feel that my grandfather is dead now. Sometimes I see myself standing in front of my grandfather's coffin, and sometimes I feel that my grandfather's death should be a few days later."

Jiang Yingbai thought carefully about what Wei Ze had said, and met him with a pair of clear eyes.

"It must be the black cat's problem. Every time you lose control, it's because you see the black cat. It's only after you see the black cat that you say your grandfather is dead."

Wei Ze nodded in agreement, feeling vaguely uneasy in his heart, as if something big was about to happen.

"Isn't there that on both sides of the path? I think your grandfather might..." Jiang Yingbai didn't finish his sentence, but his meaning was very clear.

Wei Ze nodded, Jiang Yingbai didn't notice anything unusual about him, or Wei Ze has been very abnormal since just now.

The sound of babbling opera sounded at some point.

"Let's go to the yard and have a look? By the way, what's going on with this opera sound?" Jiang Yingbai has always been curious about whether such a loud sound will affect his life.

Wei Ze nodded again. He walked in front and explained slowly: "Everyone in the family is a little superstitious. They pay great attention to Feng Shui and folk customs. Only I am a materialist."

"My family is reluctant to leave my grandfather because of superstition. The family attaches great importance to the process before my grandfather is buried."

"I don't know if you've heard of it?"

"Elegies are played to keep cats and dogs away from the coffin, and to prevent the cries of cats and dogs from being heard by the people in the coffin. It is said that the people in the coffin will come back to life when they hear the cries of cats and dogs."

Jiang Yingbai nodded, it turns out there is such a saying.

There was nothing in the middle of the courtyard except piles of burned paper money. There was a covered coffin in the middle of the mourning hall on the left, with a person kneeling on each side.

On the front table was a black-and-white photo of a wrinkled old grandfather.

The babbling opera sound came from the mourning hall.

Jiang Yingbai glanced at Wei Ze silently, but he still had no expression at all.

This place was changing like his mental state. Jiang Yingbai didn't know if it was his own problem or this place's problem. Was what he saw before all hallucinations?

The man kneeling in the mourning hall seemed to realize that there was someone behind him. He stood up, turned his head and walked towards Wei Ze step by step.

"Oze, you're back," Wei Qin's vicissitudes of face forced a stiff smile.

Wei Ze also smiled, but it was much more normal than Wei Qin, "Yes, father, I'm back, grandpa..."

Jiang Yingbai took a breath and it seemed that he was back to normal.

Wei Qin sighed and looked at the coffin in the mourning hall, with unstoppable sadness in his eyes, the old man had always been kind to him when he was alive, "This is the best, he is dying of old age."

Wei Ze nodded, his face also showing sadness.

Wei Qin looked at Jiang Yingbai, "What is this?"

"This is my very good friend, she has something to do with me," Wei Ze casually made an excuse.

Every time he left home, his grandfather would prepare plenty of food for him, and told him word by word to be careful on the road, to put on more clothes when it got cold, and to tell his grandfather if he was bullied, and not to endure it alone.

Memories kept coming to my mind, and Wei Ze couldn't help feeling sad when he thought that such a good grandpa would never come back again.

Wei Qin didn't care about Wei Ze's nonsense reasons, he knew that Wei Ze was very sad now and needed to give him some personal time, Wei Qin nodded and returned to the mourning hall.

"It's getting late, take your friends to rest, you will also come to the mourning hall tonight."

Wei Ze nodded and took Jiang Yingbai out of the small courtyard. Only now did Jiang Yingbai have time to observe his surroundings.

The courtyard is surrounded by pink walls and surrounded by green willow trees. It is dotted with rocks on one side and has several white stone paths leading to different buildings.

In the middle is a pavilion with a height of more than ten meters, surrounded by lake water. The lake water is full of duckweeds, green and clear. The entire courtyard is magnificent, graceful and luxurious.

Jiang Yingbai sighed inwardly that this family was really rich, but her family was even richer.

Jiang Yingbai was an abandoned baby picked up by an orphanage. He stayed in the orphanage for five years and was adopted by a local rich man who had no wife or children.

The rich man died of illness when Jiang Yingbai was 15 years old. He sold the company before his death.

A small part of the money was donated, and most of the money was left to Jiang Yingbai. Jiang Yingbai didn't know how much money he had.

She only knew that even in her next life, the next life, the next life would not be spent if she didn't work.

Jiang Yingbai has read many novels, the most common of which are about the protagonist relying on the system to get rich and promoted, marrying Bai Fumei and reaching the pinnacle of life.

I have never seen a protagonist like her who starts out at 17 years old and has a fortune worth hundreds of millions.

Thinking of this, Jiang Yingbai didn't need the system at all, she had already reached the pinnacle of her life.

Jiang Yingbai shook his head, staring squarely at the road ahead.

It's useless to think too much, she can't leave until the task is completed, Jiang Yingbai accepted the cruel reality with a sigh.

Wei Ze took Jiang Yingbai to an empty room on the second floor. After arranging everything, he hurriedly left and returned to the mourning hall.

Jiang Yingbai looked at the second floor with a wide view and nodded in satisfaction. She moved the wooden chair in the room and sat on the balcony, and then she carefully observed the mourning hall.

Jiang Yingbai was very curious about what would happen over there. She wanted to confirm what her mission was and how to complete it.

(End of this chapter)