The Bride of the River Immortal - Chapter 3

Chapter 3

The village chief who had come to receive the players made his entrance.

A rasping “heh-heh-heh” came from his throat, sounding exactly like a broken bellows leaking air.

Wearing a face that would give children nightmares, he spread his lips into an eerie smile and began counting the players.

“One, two, three, four…”

The sixteen players’ expressions turned grave. One after another, they furrowed their brows and dealt with the village chief with extreme caution.

I also glanced over the village chief’s stats.

His race was Guiyi. He had quite a few skills, including control over fire and smoke.

But he was absurdly weak. Not even as strong as my family’s pet.

Then I glanced over the players’ stats.

Wow. So they were even weaker than the village chief.

Right. I had forgotten. Humans were an even weaker race.

“Fifteen, sixteen…”

At last, the village chief’s gaze landed on me.

I smiled at it, silently encouraging it to keep counting.

Village chief: “…”

It stiffly turned its neck back around and said in a hoarse, unpleasant voice, “Sixteen outsiders who have wandered here, our village has prepared lodging and food for you. Please come with me.”

I blinked.

Humans really were an interesting race.

Before deciding to enter this instance and play the role of a player, I had studied human civilization.

The players I had known before all came from the same country.

Everyone in that country worked very hard-using their own words, they called it “grinding.”

That was why, on the horror game’s leaderboards, players from that country occupied almost ninety percent of the rankings.

That country had one very fine virtue.

Respect the old and care for the young.

Sometimes, they would unconsciously feel sympathy for the “young and small.”

Of course, people varied from person to person, and there actually weren’t that many players who possessed this fine virtue.

For example, right now, several level-seventy players looked indifferent. Some even wanted to shove me, a level-one player, in front of the village chief to test the waters for them.

But another tall, upright girl stepped in front of me.

She swept a cool, condescending glance over those players. Their expressions shifted slightly, and they no longer dared to speak.

Beside this girl, whose ID was Liang Jianchen, stood a boy.

The boy gave me a look and raised one index finger to his lips.

He was telling me not to speak.

After all, in a horror game, staying quiet was one of the key rules for staying alive.