There's definitely something wrong with this murder mystery game

Xu Shuo looked at the hand stretched out before him, then glanced at her with an indiscernible expression, and finally, slowly extended his own hand.

Upon touching her palm, he thought to himself—this was indeed the feel of a wax figure.

The bride's voice was soft and enchanting, but her hand was nothing like that beautiful sound, stiff, icy-cold, even conveying a deathly stillness.

And at the moment Xu Shuo grasped her hand, the scene before his eyes changed instantly, and a strong sense of dizziness overwhelmed him!

Thud!

Xu Shuo's back slammed against the panel.

He immediately concentrated to observe his surroundings, and although he didn't sense any immediate danger, mysterious attacks could still be unpredictable and unavoidable.

The reason Xu Shuo dared to take such a risk was mainly his confidence in the abilities he currently possessed; firstly, Doctor Chen's Character Card was an absolutely life-saving ability!

When in doubt, just activate the card!

But in the current situation...

It certainly left Xu Shuo stunned for a good while.

Before his eyes was an expanse of bright red, and apart from the red, he could see nothing else.

Not until he realized that something was covering his head.

Xu Shuo was about to remove whatever was on his head when he found out that he could not control his body.

His body was struggling, but it wasn't him struggling.

With the time to struggle aimlessly, he would have already undone the ropes binding him.

However, now, no matter how much his brain commanded, his body showed no sign of movement but continued to struggle pointlessly.

Xu Shuo could clearly feel that his hands and feet were tied, a cloth was stuffed into his mouth, and as his body struggled, it kept hitting the wall.

He experienced all of it as if he were there.

If not for the excessively real sensation, Xu Shuo wouldn't have realized right away that he couldn't control his own body.

With this thought, Xu Shuo's brain stopped trying to struggle.

He focused on listening to his surroundings.

It was very lively outside.

Red Sandalwood Clapper, Shaking Bell, drums, and fireworks, as if something celebratory was taking place.

And "he" appeared to be sitting inside a carriage.

Xu Shuo, recalling his recent encounter with the bride and pondering, tentatively opened his Player's Handbook.

There were no restrictions there.

The next moment, his gaze went straight outside.

Looking through the red veil covering his head, Xu Shuo saw that he was indeed in a carriage that was shaking, and outside the carriage, four men dressed in white and wearing white headbands were carrying the carriage.

Although the drumming outside was thunderous, it wasn't lively.

In the pitch-black night, under a sparsely-starred moonlit sky.

The person leading the procession with a white headband hung a basket, and as they led the way, they scattered round white paper, like the white paper thrown during funerals.

The sedan was also white, with big white floral decorations on top.

The drummers wore an expressionless facade, striking drums and musical instruments with rigid faces.

The sound was lively.

But the atmosphere was chilling.

And the person inside the sedan was likely petrified with fear.

This was not a normal marriage procession.

There were no villagers by the side of the village to watch the excitement; every household had their doors and windows tightly shut, as if avoiding some matter, and the only thing following this white bridal procession was a stray cat hanging far behind at the end of the alley.

Before long.

The procession stopped in front of a high-gated mansion, then Xu Shuo felt his body being pushed and shoved.

Two strong men grabbed his shoulders, dragging him into the courtyard with no regard for how violently the body struggled, which had no chance against their force.

The sound of drumming stopped.

The surroundings fell deathly silent.

But Xu Shuo could hear the heartbeat of the body.

Thump! Thump! Thump!

An irregular, pounding heartbeat, from which he read a flavor of fear, and even found it somewhat novel—experiencing the emotion of fear in this manner for the first time.

All the sensations felt damnably real, as if he were the one suffering through it all.

Including the emotions emitting from the body.

"Bow to heaven and earth!"

Suddenly, a loud command resonated from around.

Then the back of the knee of the body was kicked hard and, as it knelt uncontrollably, the back of the head was pressed down in a bow.

Xu Shuo: "..." even stranger.

"Bow to the high hall!"

The chanting rose again.

Xu Shuo was pulled up, then pushed down to kneel and kowtow in another direction.

The person pressing down on the back of his head was definitely not gentle; his body heavily hit the ground, causing a sharp pain in the forehead that touched the floor.

Xu Shuo: "..." silence.

"The couple bows to each other!"

Xu Shuo was dragged up once more, then forced to bend down and lower his head towards a certain position.

Throughout the process, this body continued to struggle violently, then two hands, like iron vices, clamped down on his shoulders, forcing him to perform these actions.

After the final bow, that voice sang emotionlessly, "The ceremony is complete—! Proceed to the bridal chamber!"

Xu Shuo: "???"

The next moment, even without using any skills, his vision suddenly cleared!

Because the red bridal veil was lifted, and in front of him, there was a corpse dressed in a red groom's suit, with gaunt eye sockets, horrifying and bizarre!

Xu Shuo had no expression.

But this body was clearly extremely frightened.

He struggled frantically, even managed to break free from the two burly men who were restraining him, and then turned to run towards the outside courtyard, only to trip and fall to the ground because his feet were tied.

The two burly men rushed forward and pinned him down again.

Muffled cries came from his mouth, but since it was stuffed with a wad of cotton, the sounds he made were not very loud.

Xu Shuo scanned his surroundings.

There was also a coffin in this room.

After bowing with the groom corpse, he was lifted by the two burly men and put back into the coffin.

But judging by the size of the coffin, it clearly wasn't meant for just one person; such a large coffin would be a waste if it only contained a single person.

Xu Shuo had probably understood the whole story by now.

But even though he understood now, it wasn't over; he was still trapped in this body, unable to do anything.

Just then, he felt a sharp pain in the palm of his hand.

Xu Shuo, who was observing the coffin, suddenly shifted his gaze, and saw that this body's right hand was sliced open by a dagger, fresh blood flowing out and dripping into a bowl, mixing with a bowl of black, filthy blood.

Right after, the cotton in his mouth was finally removed.

It was also at the moment the cotton was gone that this body let out an incredibly mournful cry!

"I don't want this!"

"I don't want this! I beg you, let me go!"

"I don't want this!"

This was a girl.

By the sound of it, she seemed to be a teenager.

But no one heeded her tears and pleading, nor did anyone care about her shrieks of resistance; her mouth was pried open, and then they poured the bowl of blood down her throat.

The taste of blood rushed into her throat, not only choking the girl, causing severe coughing, but also directly nauseated Xu Shuo.

He was actually disgusted...

Qiuzi eating a medium-rare steak wasn't nearly as disgusting.

Also at this time, the violin in Xu Shuo's mind became active; the strings vibrated slightly, not very distinctly, but as if they pulled on something, instantaneously ejecting Xu Shuo's consciousness.

Out of that girl's body.

Xu Shuo: "Ptooey!"

Xu Shuo spat to the side several times, trying to spit out the taste of blood lingering in his throat, but this was all an illusion, as in reality, he had not ingested those disgusting things.

He turned his head to look at the girl.

Even though her features were bright and beautiful, her face was now smudged with tears, and in her eyes was a dead silence of fear—an abject despair that perhaps anticipated the horrible things she was about to endure. She kept on screaming and crying for mercy.

But all of this did not move the people around her at all.

They took out needles and thread, cruelly sewed shut her continuously babbling mouth, and then pushed her violently struggling body into the coffin. Then they took out huge peach wood nails and hammered them into her body, one after another, permanently affixing her spirit to this place.

This way she couldn't escape.

"Do you find it entertaining?"

Suddenly, a soft inquiry came from next to him.

Xu Shuo turned to look and saw the bride dressed in her wedding attire.

After thinking for a moment, he shook his head: "It's pretty disgusting."

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