Everything can be built with data, from delicious cakes to lifelike dough figurine shells... The program can push each link to follow the designed process, but it cannot reverse life and death.
The man's leg had undergone surgery due to an accident, and there were traces of steel plates embedded in the bones of his leg.
Wen Shi finally tried it unwillingly.
"Should we use the advanced "Drunkenness and Dreaming Death"-"Cheating Corpse"?
"yes."
"The current skill failed to be used, and the points have been returned to the original account."
The game can fabricate resurrected enemies in mirages based on the player's memories, but it cannot make real corpses speak.
This corpse is the only reality in the virtual game and has nothing to do with data.
Wen Shi knelt quietly on the ground for a long time. The air seemed to be still. Even the host did not dare to interrupt. Suddenly, a voice came over: "What a touching father-son love."
Wen Shi was stunned for a moment, then turned around and looked at the face with only the skin left.
"!"
No matter how deep the sorrow is, it cannot withstand the shock of being turned around and killed. With A Sang and Big Eyes around, Wen Shi was completely defenseless against his surroundings. Suddenly, he was faced with a ghost face. Who could bear it?
The owner of the ghost face is the old man ghost.
Wen Shigang was startled by him and almost bumped into the corpse. He glared at him fiercely: "Why did you run out?"
The old ghost asked resentfully, "Did you take me back after you were done with me?"
Wen Shi opened his mouth and swallowed his words.
The old ghost asked again: "Do you know how hard it is for me to chase the car?"
A trace of guilt flashed across Wen Shi's eyes. He remembered that after he let the old ghost out to shoot down the drone, he had completely forgotten about this matter.
The old ghost was also unlucky. When he shot down the drone, he was thrown out and injured the bones in his arm. Then he saw the paired guest and wanted to catch him to absorb some Yin energy, so he went to catch the guest. Who could have imagined that not long after, the whole world would turn upside down. When he rushed back, Wen Shi had already gotten into the hearse and left. He struggled to squeeze in before the door closed.
When he saw Wen calling him "Dad" and kneeling in front of the corpse, his eyes almost popped out of his head with emotion.
"Your father will surely rest in peace having a filial son like you. Unlike me...who gave birth to a wicked creature and actually gave his father away."
The old ghost was filled with grief, and for a moment he seemed even more sorrowful than Wen Shi.
Wen Shi was speechless. Your 'son' was right behind you, staring at you.
The memories of many employees in the factory have been changed by Jian Qingrong. After the old ghost was sent as a gift, he has basically stayed in the ghost box, and Jian Qingrong's true identity is still unclear.
Wen Shi really didn't have the energy to explain to him now. Considering the old ghost's psychological endurance, it was better for him not to know.
Seeing someone break the deadlock, the host chuckled and came over with a cheeky face to ask, "Happy birthday, haha. I just want to ask, when will the information be available? And regarding the change of dean, where did the previous dean go?"
Wen Shi suddenly felt that he and the old ghost could have a lot of common topics.
He sighed and said, "We'll discuss the details when we get back to Fengguan Village."
A Sang held the bowl and handed it over: "Happy birthday, Dad."
He couldn't even get enough to eat, he didn't have a penny on him, and he only had a bowl.
"No need for gifts," Wen Shi stroked the child's soft hair with amusement, "The most important thing about a birthday is the company of your family. Your presence is the best gift."
A Sang said "Oh" as if he understood.
Wen Shi opened his eyes but didn't see the scarecrow. His ears quickly picked up a rustling sound. He followed the sound to the seat where the cake was placed. Behind him, the scarecrow was drawing straws to spell "Happy Birthday." Halfway through, he heard footsteps and looked up at him with his big eyes.
"Uh... I understand your difficulties." Sorrow without a mouth.
The big-eyed man exuded resentment, and once again realized the importance of the mouth.
"Actually, my birthday is in a few days." Wen Shi always got to the point instantly. "Isn't there a tea party?"
The tea party can only be held every seven days, and it just so happens that his birthday falls on his birthday when he goes out to rest for a few days.
The big eyeballs came alive again.
Wen Shi returned to the driver's seat, put his hands together and bowed to the skeleton. The little scarecrow then closed his hands, which were covered with prickly grass, and bowed seriously with Wen Shi.
A Sang followed suit.
Old Ghost: "Look, even a scarecrow knows how to respect the elderly. My disappointing son!"
Before he howled again, Wen Shi stuffed the old man ghost back into the ghost box. Once the box was closed, the world became quiet.
He removed the splinter from the hand bone.
When I touched the sharp corners of the shiny chip, the system's cold prompt sounded in my ears:
[World Fragments: Parts that fell out after the ghost world ruptured, one of the materials used to seal the coffin.]
After moving the skeleton, Wen Shi called out to the host who was eagerly watching: "Drive."
There is no driver now.
The host has been running around to record programs over the years, so driving a hearse is not a problem for him at all.
After cleaning the flour crust off the driver's seat, he started the car with a smile, but a dark light flashed in his eyes.
It is not easy for anyone to enter the Ghost Gate. First of all, they have to avoid the hundreds of ghosts that roam at night. After that person, in addition to the accident that happened during the recording of this program, other people have entered the Ghost Gate in the middle, and the outside world didn't even get a hint of it.
"Aaron..." The host pronounced the name thoughtfully. It was intriguing that the other party called the skeleton that had entered the ghost gate "dad."
"Can you drive?" Wen Shi asked when he saw that he was reluctant to step on the accelerator.
"Of course." The host was still waiting to go back to the village to get the inside story, but he immediately got ready and set off.
The gates of hell are wide open, monsters are constantly entering and exiting, and many ghosts roam the Haunted Highway. Most of them are driven only by the desire to hunt, and pay no attention to the unprecedented spectacle of thousands of lights floating above the highway.
Ah Sang ran to the top of the carriage, and there was a ghost in each bowl. Usually, the monsters would die before they had a chance to cause trouble after approaching.
Without being disturbed by these dirty things, Wen Shi ate the cake and quietly enjoyed the scenery along the way.
Only he can enjoy the cream cake, Scarecrow can't eat it. The host has to drive, and A Sang's menu is all outside.
"Hospital..." The silky cream made his mumbling unclear. Wen Shi's eyes were slightly sharp: "So I'm a second-generation."
In the letter, Dad said that he had made a breakthrough in the ghost world, so it goes without saying who built Frank Hospital.
However, the principles set by the other party mentioned entrepreneurship rather than inheritance, so was such a large hospital confiscated by the game?
You old thief, return the hard-earned money of this father and son!
The host's car was driving very fast, much less steadily than the driver of the restaurant. The cold wind blew in and gave people a headache. Wen Shi called A Sang back and temporarily closed the side window.
The darkness gradually faded, and halfway through, the sky lanterns disappeared, the sun peeked out from behind the horizon, and everything returned to the way it had been when they first arrived. The red gate representing life finally appeared ahead, and the hearse plunged through it.
The light grew dim, the hearse sped up, and Wen Shi felt dizzy.
"Drive, drive slower." A Sang's face turned pale when he saw Wen, and he threatened the host with a bowl.
The latter was still stepping on the accelerator: "Little ancestor, take a look at the back before you say such sarcastic words."
Ah Sang looked back, but saw nothing. He walked all the way to the back row, where he finally noticed something unusual. Looking out the rear window, he saw a bottomless darkness. His vision and perception far surpassed human limits, and he immediately realized the road sloped vertically upwards at a 90-degree angle.
The hearse, which could freely shuttle through the mirage, was firmly attached to the road and sped away. The red light on the front of the car flashed again and the speed gradually slowed down.
The host unbuckled his seatbelt.
"get off."
Wen Shi was carrying a skeleton on his back. The moment the car door opened, the red threads he saw when he jumped out of the coffin floated over from above, and the skeleton on Wen Shi's back was tied up and lifted away.
He was about to reach out to grab the corpse, but the next moment his own body joints were also entangled. The red silk acted as an elevator, pulling them up with all its strength.
During the journey, Wen Shi realized how easy it was to go but difficult to return. Being pulled upward was much more painful than the precipitous fall of jumping directly. The most painful part was that Wen Shi hadn't eaten much in Fengguan Village and had just finished an entire cake by himself.
The combination of motion sickness and the pulling made my stomach churn.
The scarecrow stayed on Wen Shi's shoulder, wanting to ask a question out of concern, but he couldn't make a sound.
I immediately made up my mind that I would get the mouth open no matter what method I used.
…
Fengguan Village, cemetery.
The dim glow of the ever-burning lamp enveloped the players, and their faces looked dark and heavy. Liu Yun held the lamp and looked into the coffin from time to time: "Why haven't you come out yet?"
There was a discrepancy between the flow of time inside and outside the world, but as long as one didn't enter the ghost world, the time difference wasn't significant. Several hours had passed since the players left the mirage. As promised, they remained at the entrance of the white jade coffin, waiting to pick up Wen Shi.
After waiting anxiously, a rustling sound finally came from below.
Liu Yun leaned over to take a look, and her chin hit a skull that suddenly appeared. She was so startled that she took a step back. When she almost fell, she hurriedly protected the eternal lamp in her arms.
Sun Geng supported her from behind in time, staring at the skull: "Another ghost came out of the ghost gate?"
When they were guarding here, only a few monsters returned to the ghost world, and almost no one came out.
Most of the ghosts who want to travel have already come out before two o'clock.
"Help me." A familiar voice came from below: "Get my dad out first."
"Dad?" Everyone was startled. They walked forward and saw the skeleton wrapped in various spider silks. They quickly confirmed that it was indeed a skeleton and had no attack power. It was not a trick of the monster, so they hurriedly started to fish it out.
Not long after, two pale hands grabbed the edge of the coffin one after another, pushed hard, and Wen Shi crawled out, gasping for breath.
When there was only a short distance left, the red line stopped pulling him up, and he could only climb up by himself. In order to save points, he did not change his body.
The host came out next. Compared to Wen Shi's awkward appearance, he looked much more dignified. Not to mention A Sang and Scarecrow. Climbing was as easy as writing a letter to them.
In the cemetery, lit only by the eternal lamp, nothing could be heard for a moment except breathing. After a long moment, Sun Geng's throat rolled over. "You just said this is your father, were you kidding?"
Wen Shi: "My adoptive father."
He did not shy away from mentioning this point, saying that making it clear could actually alleviate a lot of unnecessary speculation from the outside world.
Sun Geng's mind went blank for two seconds: "He's also a player?"
It was such a coincidence that father and son were matched into the same instance at the same time. Thinking about it, the game was using their closest relatives to set up a trap, and everyone met their closest relatives. It didn't seem strange for Pei Wenwei to see his adoptive father here.
Tian Wanling asked cautiously, "Are you sure?"
In the mirage, she tried to find her deceased mother, worried that she had suffered the same fate.
Wen Shi nodded: "My father came to this instance and caused trouble. The son has to pay for the father's debt."
The host couldn't hear the most crucial sentence about the game discussion, otherwise he would definitely sort out everything and get to know this shocking news before anyone else.
Cause an accident?
Zhou Lulu and Liu Yun looked at each other. It sounded like their uncle was a very awesome person, but when they looked at Pei Wenwei again, they instantly understood that the father and son were alike.
Tian Wanling swallowed her saliva and said, "So you are a second-generation person."
At this moment, they finally understood why a newcomer could be so powerful.
This is exactly the effect Wen Shi wanted. Instead of letting the speculations in the virtual world become more and more outrageous, as a second-generation gamer, everything can go smoothly.
No matter how powerful the heir is, others will more or less associate him with his parents. This will reduce his own mystery, and when he does something extraordinary in the future... Yes, that's right, my family told me all this, and this excuse couldn't be more perfect.
Lowering other people's guard is the way to survive.
Gazing at the players' expressions with satisfaction, Wen Shi was certain his goal had been achieved, until he caught sight of the out-of-place Ji Yuanzhi. Instead of being surprised by the skeleton, Ji Yuanzhi shook his head slightly, looking at him with a slightly complicated expression.
Their eyes met, and Ji Yuanzhi said softly, "My condolences."
While researching the case, he puzzled over how a living person could be completely lost. How would issues like identity and household registration be resolved? If the person who saved Pei Wenwei was a player, everything would make sense. Any veteran player, even if they were truly powerful, would be able to handle this situation without a problem.
Fortunately, Pei Wenwei was really saved that year, both his body and soul. Unfortunately, the person who saved him is gone, and even his body had to be retrieved personally.
Think about how sad it is.
"..." Wen Shi now finally understood what it meant to be most afraid of a friend's sudden concern.
Obviously the age difference is not that big, but this sponsor actually looks at me as if I were a lonely child.
"Hiss—" He touched his arm uncomfortably, trying to rub off the goose bumps.
Sun Geng broke the silence for the second time tonight and changed the subject to the dungeon itself: "Today is the last day of recording for the show. The production crew is gone, so there shouldn't be any game sessions."
As long as you can survive and don't step on the death rules in the copy, you can leave smoothly.
Wen Shi nodded: "That's right, just stay here and it'll be fine."
Out of the corner of his eye, he caught sight of Ah Sang, holding a bowl and gazing at the countless ghosts in the village below, his eyes glowing green. He coughed softly and said, "Come on, repeat after me. The Night Parade of One Hundred Ghosts is very dangerous. We need to hide for now."
After having a few appetizers on the Haunted Highway, Ah Sang was frightened by Wen Shi's "death" and tried to save him in a panic.
Because Wen Shi passed away too quickly, he didn't have time to explain anything. In addition, he really had no heartbeat at the time, so A Sang didn't even have time to take a bite. He took a few drops of blood from his heart, but Wen Shi still couldn't absorb it.
Bleeding is harmful to the body, and he really needs to replenish his body now. "Bai, Bai's food is delicious."
Wen Shi said earnestly: "You have to hide."
"Hungry, hungry, food, no picky!"
In fact, besides eating, Ah Sang had other goals to achieve. After seeing the bones, his previous persistence was gone. "Yes, is it because during the mourning period, we can't eat meat?"
Or we cannot kill?
If this is the case, you can only grit your teeth and persevere.
Wen Shi's mouth twitched: "...Our family doesn't have that tradition, but I'm worried about your safety."
After confirming that there really wasn't any, A Sang became extremely confident: "No one can catch me."
It is definitely impossible to show off all the buffet items. He will withdraw in time after making a profit.
After his repeated assurances, Wen Shi finally gave in: "Go ahead."
The world below the mountain was shrouded in blood-red fog.
Fengguan Village, a village steeped in feudalism, has been the site of numerous tragedies. In previous years, after the gates of the underworld opened wide, a gloomy wind swept through, and within this abundant yin energy, many monsters bred. Villagers sought to attract outsiders to the village, and every July, they offered human sacrifices to appease the evil spirits.
Something went wrong this year. The monsters roaming around the village were unable to enjoy the flesh and blood of the living, so they began to borrow the villagers' lifespans.
Now the whole village is in chaos.
The villagers who were still half alive fled for their lives. Someone saw a child in the distance and quickly pointed at him and said, "This is the sacrifice you want!"
As he wished, the monsters changed their target.
Ah Sang was very happy. All the food he encountered today was rushing towards him. Before he took action, he saw the big eyeball in the blood mist and knew why it came.
He took out a small half-hollowed bone from his arms. The bone was soaked with dark blood. This was the blood he had taken out to give to Wen Shi after he failed to use it. Later, he killed a monster and temporarily used the monster's bones for storage.
There was no use keeping this bloody child. Jian Qingrong originally intended to exchange it with him, just like exchanging blood for blood at a tea party, but unexpectedly, A Sang stuffed the bone directly into the scarecrow's arms.
"Take it." Ah Sang looked at the large number of monsters rushing towards him with a smile, "I'll smash out some more brain cores and use them as food for Dad's zombies."
The zombies he was referring to were wandering corpses, who were currently dormant and hadn't yet fully absorbed their last feeding. Having finally encountered the Night Parade of One Hundred Demons, Ah Sang decided to stock up on some supplies for him.
The fact that Wen Shi almost died under the Earl's scepter left a shadow on him, and he decided to increase the power of the entire family.
The monsters were getting closer and closer. Some of the ghosts in the fog noticed something was slightly wrong after seeing the child lying motionless. They seemed to be moving forward, but in fact they were retreating at a constant speed in the team, preparing to wait and see what was going on.
Not every monster is so smart. A's patience has been exhausted, and in just a moment he disappeared from the spot.
A new set of small footprints appeared on the wall. The monsters in the front subconsciously followed the trail and looked all the way. On the nearby eaves, A Sang jumped down from the sky. With a whoosh of wind, the real ghost-eating child rushed into the team of ghosts wandering around at night.
The monster with its head raised the highest was hit first, and the foul-smelling black blood and colorful brain matter were splattered all over the ground, like a chaotic oil painting.
After a quick victory and harvesting three heads, before more monsters came to form an encirclement, A Sang retreated first and ran to other places to fight in the wild.
…
When A Sang was killing people in the village, the host asked the staff for paper and pen, and asked Wen Shi to fulfill his promise to interview him.
This time, Wen Shi did not shirk responsibility.
"The current director of Frank Hospital is called Ao. He has an iron hook installed in one of his arms. He enjoys abusing his patients and even deliberately falsifies their mental records." Wen Shi said slowly, "The main hospital is built on the other side of the ocean in the Middle Ages. If you can really find it, your last resort is to pretend to be a patient and sneak in. Remember to hide your strength and don't let yourself be confined to the second floor. The higher you go, the more dangerous it is..."
He paused and raised an eyebrow: "Why don't you remember?"
"...Oh, oh..." The host quickly scrawled a few words. When the mirage collapsed, he hadn't fully believed what the other person said. This special guest was overly divinely illuminated, but it was only for humans. The host knew this, and was willing to compromise for the sake of his job.
He knows that the new job might lead to his own death, but he is willing to pay the price if it means he can produce a world-famous report.
Now that he saw Wen Shi not only mentioned the dirty things inside the hospital, but also gave a feasible plan, he was a little at a loss.
The players are also at a loss. With so much explosive news, will they listen to it or not?
But Wen Shi had no intention of hiding anything. He sat leaning against the coffin, his face still pale, his collar stained with cream from somewhere, and his slow tone sounded as if he was telling an ordinary story.
Apart from the host, the person closest to Wen Shi is Zhou Lulu. It was the first time she realized that the term "personal charm" really exists.
The young man's dark circles made him look a little haggard. Sometimes he would look down at the white bones that were also leaning against the coffin. When he was tired of talking, he would look at the full blood moon in the night sky.
"If you encounter a patient, you must take him in..." He mentioned how this rule had led to a fight between Dean Ao and the Earl, and said to the host, "There are many other hospital rules. If you use them properly, they can maximize your safety."
Zhou Lulu couldn't help but ask, "Do all employees have to abide by hospital rules? Including the director?"
Wen Shi nodded.
The dean wouldn't make things difficult for himself; the rules must have been drawn up by someone else long ago. Zhou Lulu couldn't help but sigh, "The person who first drew up the rules must have quite a lot of prestige."
In the ancient castle copy, Wen Shi had once made a similar sigh. Thinking about it now, he suddenly felt a sense of fate.
He looked at the host and said, "I've pretty much given you all the information you can use."
There is also a part that the other party can neither use nor tell.
In the second half of the night, many monsters fled into the coffins one after another.
The host had a sympathetic look on his face. These evil spirits had been harmed so badly by a child. They didn't even stay for half a day on the rare Mid-Autumn Festival and hurried back to their nests.
Wen Shi said calmly, "It has nothing to do with my child."
The fragments of the world have been obtained, and the Ghost Gate is about to be resealed. These monsters seem to be driven back to the place where they are kept by an invisible force.
The chaotic night came to an end with the appearance of the morning star.
At daybreak, Ah Sang, carrying a small bag, crawled back to the Beishan Cemetery, "I, I'm back."
He handed the heavy bag to Wen Shi, which contained colorful crystals, each of which had been carefully cleaned.
"It's rations." Against the backdrop of the morning glow, Asang's eyes sparkled.
Wen Shi reacted briefly, then immediately realized it was for the wandering corpse. He smiled and patted his head: "Thank you for your hard work."
Probably because many ghosts returned early, today is finally no longer cloudy, and the blood moon is replaced by the morning sun.
The bright sunlight reminded the scarecrow of the day when Wen Shi left the factory. It was also a bright day, and Wen Shi turned around and walked towards the bus without hesitation under the sunshine.
Ji Yuanzhi suddenly asked the host: "What time was the original plan for the third day's program to end?"
Host: "12 noon."
The ghost gate is most dangerous at night, and there is not much activity on the last day.
The players who had been up all night were no longer sleepy after hearing this. As long as they could hold on for a few more hours, they would be able to leave this damn love copy.
A weak voice said, "Well, at midnight, I have a mission."
"…"
Wen Shi: "I promise, there will be no danger this time, just nail the coffin."
Seeing that he spoke so confidently, the players felt relieved.
The coffin was sealed at midnight. During the day, Wen Shi and Ji Yuanzhi returned to the village and asked the other party to take him to find the best man.
After returning from the mirage, the best man spent the entire night praying to the gods, hoping to avoid any further encounters with these outsiders. Unexpectedly, just a few hours later, he encountered these plague gods again, and his face turned pale.
Wen Shi held the sword and said briefly, "Will there be a funeral?"
Best Man: "...I am the master of ceremonies."
The sword tip moved forward half an inch, and Wen Shi raised an eyebrow and asked, "Great joy and great sorrow, turning a wedding into a funeral isn't something your village is good at?"
During the ghost marriage, the best man had personally witnessed the power of this sword and said with a sad face: "Then I will try it."
Ji Yuanzhi turned his head and looked at Wen Shi in slight surprise: "You want to..."
Wen Shi nodded.
Ghost Gate is the starting point of everything and also the end point of my father. Perhaps it is most appropriate to bury him here.
The best man told Wen Shi what he needed. He didn't need to buy it himself. He called the old housekeeper Li and said, "Get everything ready before midnight."
Hearing that this unlucky star would leave today, Manager Li regarded it as the darkness before dawn and said he would definitely see to it.
The tailor who made Wen Shi's wedding gown took his measurements again, but this time it was to make mourning clothes.
When he heard that he was going to attend the funeral of a close relative, the tailor reminded him, "Relatives usually wear white, but in our village, we only wear black and red for important events."
Wen Shi: "Black."
He asked the tailor to measure A Sang's size as well.
The tailor wrote down the data. Fortunately, it was still early, and if he worked hard, he could finish two sets of work that night. As he stepped over the threshold, he looked up and saw a strange scarecrow face. He was so scared that he almost threw his pen away: "What the hell?!"
The little scarecrow flew in front of her and quietly opened his arms.
The tailor was stunned for a moment, and it took him a long time to understand what the little thing meant: "You want to make it too?"
The Scarecrow nodded and urged her with his only remaining eye.
Adhering to the principle of less trouble is worse than more, the tailor gave in. After all, it was only a few centimeters, so it wouldn't take too long. He took out his measuring tape again and finished the measurement in three seconds.
"Okay, I'll send them to you in the evening."
After saying that, he hurried back to the workshop to finish his work.
The sun rises in the east and sets in the west. As the players wait anxiously for the night, it feels like a year has passed.
"Where did Pei Wenwei go?" Sun Geng yawned in the cemetery. "We've been waiting here all day."
Just as he was asking, a figure came from the distance at the foot of the mountain. The figure in mourning clothes made Sun Geng hide the frivolous look in his expression.
The tailor has high requirements for his work, and rushing the work does not affect the quality.
The mourning clothes in Fengguan Village are different from those in other places. They have wide sleeves and a cinched waist, with the upper and lower garments connected together. Apart from a longevity character sewn on the belt, there are no other embellishments.
Ten minutes before midnight, fog returned to the mountains. Under the gaze of the crowd, the two coffins, representing the gates of life and death, began to move as if alive. The coffins simultaneously tilted inward, and the moment they collided and connected, the jade plates on the sides vanished, and the two coffins slowly merged into one.
The material of the white jade coffin is similar to Wen Shi's peace locket, exuding two contradictory auras of nobility and ominousness.
When it turned into a coffin, the two auras lingered at both ends of the coffin, and a gloomy wind blew across the entire mountain.
The player felt the bone-chilling cold and couldn't help but turn up his collar and blow air into his palms to keep warm.
Wen Shi released the hand he was holding on A'sang, put the fragments of the world back into his hand bones, closed it, picked up the corpse and put it into the coffin.
Sun Geng: "He wants to bury the person in..."
Ji Yuanzhi interrupted and said, "Give me a hand."
Everyone realized it later and worked together to lift the cold and heavy coffin lid next to it, and lowered it down to fit the coffin perfectly.
At about the same time, the best man came hurriedly with a bunch of things in his arms, placed the wreaths and elegiac couplets, and lit three circles of white candles around the coffin according to the custom of Fengguan Village.
He took care of everything by himself and began to throw handfuls of paper money into the air, chanting "May the living be remembered forever, and may the dead rest in peace."
Wen Shi stood quietly aside, calculating the time and taking out the long nails and small hammer distributed by the game from his backpack. The crystal nails, which should have been fragile, automatically sank downwards the moment they came into contact with the jade surface. He wedges it all the way to the bottom without using much force.
One, two... Wen Shi didn't pause or hesitate at all. At the moment of midnight, the last nail sank into the coffin lid.
For some reason, the best man suddenly spoke uncontrollably, shouting at the top of his voice: "Seal the coffin—"
The last two words echoed for a long time in the mountains filled with graves.
At the back, A'sang put down his bowl and bowed his head respectfully along with the scarecrow.