Erotic Survival Game - Chapter 312
Chapter 312: Living Coffin (1)
It was clearly daytime, yet the village wore a bleak and dreary face.
The misty blue sky hung oppressively low. Gusts of cold wind swept through from time to time, threading through the mud-brick houses with broken windows and decrepit doors, producing low, mournful whines.
"Ever since we put out the recruitment notice, you're the first group to come with so many people at once." The young NPC leading the way was called A'guang. He was the only young person left in this village now. He spoke with a heavy local accent and wore a faded blue cotton shirt. His body pitched forward as he walked, as if he had no bones in him. "The old houses in the village have been empty too long. They're too rundown and shabby to live in. Follow me to ask the village head how he wants to arrange things."
The twelve players walked quietly behind A'guang. Their placid expressions masked vigilance and investigation.
It had been a short while since they entered the instance. The excessively antiquated setting and the type of instance made it completely impossible to treat this with an ordinary mindset.
Ji Ning pulled up the system to check the instance hints again and stared at the clearance condition.
【Welcome to the "Erotic Survival Game." This instance is "Living Coffin." Instance difficulty: four stars.】
【Select instances exceeding four-star difficulty will cancel the character roleplay and setting system. It is canceled for this instance.】
【Instances exceeding four-star difficulty lift moral restrictions and permit players to harm their own kind.】
【Game Rules: Act according to the Clearance Condition. Those who fail to clear will be completely eliminated.】
【Game Taboos: None.】
【Clue Hint: Start from the beginning.】
【Clearance Condition: Live until the sky clears and leave the village. Clearance reward: 450 points.】
In previous survival instances, clearance conditions were written quite concretely when the goal was to live—such as surviving for a set number of days or living until a specific moment—always giving an approximate time frame.
This time, however, it was to live until "the sky clears." When would the sky clear? No one knew.
Looking at the deathly, lifeless state of the village and this instance's name, there was no doubt it was a horror-themed instance.
But having been steeled by Shen Yu, Ji Ning was far calmer in the face of paranormal horror than before. So, at the moment, she still had the leisure to flirt with the men.
Yan Qiao walked in front of her, and Sheng Churan walked behind her. After walking for ages, only Sheng Churan had any interaction with Ji Ning. Yan Qiao walked ahead as if he didn't know she was behind him.
Unwilling to be ignored, Ji Ning reached out and tugged lightly at the hem of Yan Qiao's clothes. The pull was light, but it made his clothes shift noticeably. There was no way he didn't feel it.
Yet Yan Qiao remained composed, not even glancing back, acting as though he was unaware of Ji Ning's little move, or as though he simply didn't care.
However, his back straightened even more, and his walking pace slowed, which gave him away completely.
No longer paying attention to the tsundere Yan Qiao, Ji Ning refocused on the game itself.
She looked at the houses in the village and everyone's clothing. It felt like the instance's background timeline was even earlier than that of the Deadly Travel Group instance and the Ghost Marriage Tales instance.
The "tourists" A'guang referred to meant people who came to visit the village's mortuary.
In a remote and backward mountain village, residents gradually drifted away. Only a few elderly people remained, guarding the place. The only thing that could attract interest from outsiders and draw tourist spending was the old mortuary still preserved in the village.
It was early spring at this time, originally a fine season for outdoor excursions. However, the approaching March 3rd was the Ghost Festival, when the courts of the underworld release the souls of the dead to wander the mortal realm.
Visiting a mortuary during the Ghost Festival—one could say that only someone without a single functioning brain cell in ten years could come up with such a yin-energy-saturated idea.
While pondering, the path A'guang was leading them on came to its end. The group followed him into the village head's house.
Inside a dim earthen house, a middle-aged man with a face so furrowed with wrinkles it was impossible to read his expression sat by a floor hearth, rolling dry tobacco.
The pot on the hearth bubbled and gurgled, the rising white steam carrying an indescribably strange, unpleasant odor.
A'guang said, "Village head, these twelve people are here to visit our village mortuary. It'll be dark soon. How do you plan to arrange for the guests?"
The village head didn't even raise his head. His aged voice sounded like his throat had a hole in it, leaking air: "Too many people. No place to host them. Take them straight to the mortuary. It's spacious over there."
Hearing that even their temporary lodging would be in the mortuary, Ji Ning couldn't help but complain inwardly. The damned system... it never let her down.
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