39: Chapter 39: The Mystery of the Old House (Thirteen)

Back in her room, Qian Ye tossed and turned, not feeling the slightest bit sleepy.

"Ahhh, my boyfriend is just too gentle."

"I love him!"

"I love him so much!"

The little green sprout by the window sensed Qian Ye's excitement and stretched. *Used to it, used to it, Master gets these bouts of lovesickness.*

"Alright, everyone can wash up and go to sleep; Master's excitement won't pass anytime soon."

Early the next morning, while Qian Ye was fast asleep, a series of screams suddenly erupted. "Ahhh..."

"Mmm..." Inside the room, all that could be seen was a lump on the bed, but no person was visible.

There was movement on the bed, and a few strands of hair poked out.

Qian Ye resignedly got out of bed. She hadn't expected that even without having to lay bricks, she still couldn't sleep in naturally as a player.

In Wu Yan's room, players and NPCs were all gathered.

Qian Ye arrived late, holding her flower pot.

The first thing she saw was Angelica. She locked eyes with her, her gaze filled with hidden meaning, causing Angelica to instinctively look away.

Angelica's fists were clenched tight beneath her; she knew about their affair, would she...?

By the bed, Desolate Wind was burying his head and weeping bitterly.

Qian Ye curled her lips. *Heh, men.*

She then turned her gaze to Wu Yan.

She was wearing a wedding dress. Qian Ye had dealt with that wedding dress up close last night; it was obvious that this was the very wedding dress that had disappeared.

"Hee hee, this wedding dress looks even more vibrant now~" Qian Ye flashed her signature smile.

A female NPC nearby couldn't take it anymore. "Su Ye, what do you mean by that? Wu Yan is dead, and you're this happy!"

"You are a truly terrifying woman."

"You don't have a shred of conscience."

Qian Ye shrugged, ignoring her.

Hu Tao came up to Qian Ye and asked in a low voice, "Big Boss, do you know what's going on?"

Qian Ye raised an eyebrow at his words, glanced at him, and then smiled, her expression filled with hidden meaning. "The Bride..."

"...is not an easy role to play~"

The volume was just loud enough for Angelica to hear, and her entire body stiffened.

On the players' side, seeing Hu Tao getting close to Qian Ye, the female players urged Shao Yang to go and get information from him.

Now that the Bride was dead, what should they do about the upcoming tasks?

Shao Yang walked over to Hu Tao and questioned him, "What were you talking to her about?"

"Nothing." Hu Tao shook his head.

Shao Yang gave him a warning look. "You're close to her; if you get any information, remember to share it."

After saying this, he returned to the side of the remaining female players to act as their protector.

Hu Tao twisted his neck and sighed. He hadn't intended to argue, but he hadn't expected some people to treat him like a weak, gullible fool.

Qian Ye approached Wu Yan; a thick scent of blood emanated from her body.

There was a scratch on her neck, and there were no signs of a struggle in the room. Qian Ye guessed that the wedding dress had bewitched Wu Yan into committing suicide after putting it on.

She still remembered that this wedding dress had the ability to bewitch people.

The entire room was filled with the heavy scent of blood, and the whole bed was stained red; it was as if all her blood had been drained.

"Ruthless enough, I like it." As Hu Tao approached, he heard her say this, and the corner of his mouth twitched.

Indeed, he, an ordinary person, could not understand the thoughts of a pervert.

"I, I want to go home. Now that Wu Yan is dead, the wedding surely can't go on."

"Wuu wuu, I miss my grandma, I want to go back to school." A female NPC hugged Angelica, trembling all over; she was so scared.

"Is this, is this mansion... is it not clean..."

"Don't talk nonsense." Angelica's voice suddenly turned shrill as she quickly refuted her words.

"Angelica?"

"You're just too tired; rest for a while."

"I, I'm scared."

Angelica pushed her away slightly. Amidst the other's bewildered gaze, she gripped her arms tightly and stared into her pupils. "I said you are tired."

"I..."

The NPC shuddered, feeling a sharp pain in her arm. The next moment, her eyes went blank, and she gazed at Angelica with a hollow look.

"I, I'm tired, I need to rest."

Angelica was satisfied and pulled her hand back, the dense tentacles on her hand quietly retracting.

She was still keeping her alive; after all, she still had other uses.

The players didn't care about the death of an NPC. Having found no clues in Wu Yan's room, they left.

Only Angelica and Desolate Wind remained in the room.

In the corridor outside, Hu Tao caught up with Qian Ye again.

"It's only the second day, and people are already dying. I don't know if we'll be able to survive until the wedding day," Hu Tao couldn't help but sigh.

In the corridor, Qian Ye opened her hong ling umbrella. She had only taken a few steps when she heard him say this, so she turned around and stared at him with a smirk.

"Shouldn't you be thinking about what to do about the wedding now that the Bride-to-be is dead?"

Hu Tao was stunned, then slapped his forehead. "That's right!"

"Then the clue of Wu Yan is broken."

Qian Ye held her umbrella, tolerating the noisy person beside her.

"Yesterday we discovered the affair between Angelica and Desolate Wind, and today the legitimate girlfriend is dead!"

"No matter how you look at it, it seems like they murdered her."

At the entrance of the Ancient Mansion, Qian Ye stared at the red patterns on the door, resting her chin on her hand. The patterns seemed to have faded a little.

"You, come here and see if there's anything different about this door." Qian Ye pointed to Hu Tao, letting him observe the patterns on the door as well.

Hu Tao stared carefully at the red patterns on it and raised his hand to touch them, only to be scratched immediately.

"Hiss, why does it feel like I was bitten?" Was it his imagination?

Hu Tao quickly put his hand in his mouth to suck out the blood; he didn't see anything sharp on it.

Qian Ye came to the spot where he was standing, retracted her hong ling umbrella, and used the tip of the umbrella to press against the place where he had just been injured. "Look!"

Hu Tao looked up and could easily see where he had been injured.

Because a bead of his blood was hanging in that spot, motionless.

"Strange?"

Hu Tao stared at those red patterns, which were constantly flowing. Comparing them to the bead of blood hanging there, his eyes filled with shock.

"Blood!"

"This is blood inside!" the latter part was Qian Ye's addition.

Before, it was just a suspicion; now, it could be confirmed.

Hu Tao's blood bead was extremely similar in color to the red in the patterns.

To verify it, Qian Ye brought her fingertip close to the patterns, and also felt a sharp pain, as if she had been bitten by something.

Qian Ye jerked her hand back, discovering that there was a great suction force on it.

Qian Ye opened her hand; there was still bright red blood on the tip of her middle finger.

Hu Tao looked at the red patterns again; there was not a trace of blood there.

"Hee hee~ Just as I thought."

Qian Ye curled her lips and stared at the door in front of her, the light of excitement that appeared whenever she wanted to stir up trouble appearing in her eyes again.

So, the gate of this Ancient Mansion was a seal.

Heh, these patterns were all the power of the seal. Now that these red traces were fading, it seemed that when the red disappeared, it would be the time for the big boss to emerge.

"Sigh, what a pity~"

Qian Ye stared at the patterns on the door, reluctant to look away.

Who knew how much more female blood was needed to break this seal.

No wonder female players made up the majority in this dungeon.

In an instant, she felt the slow, creeping malice from the game.

"If you want to play, then I will slowly keep you company~" Qian Ye let her thoughts drift and muttered to herself.

The little flower in her arms felt her mood, and the little green sprout nudged her arm in comfort.

"I'm fine." Qian Ye tapped its little head, and the blood from her fingertip dripped into the flower pot, a flash of red light appearing before suddenly vanishing.