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All eyes in the ancestral hall were focused on the couple causing a rift, and everyone couldn’t help but gasp in shock for Jiang Yan. At this moment, Jiang Yan was still in his husband’s arms, and his husband was an “undead” system NPC. It was unclear whether this NPC had any aggressive tendencies, but Jiang Yan had openly provoked him. If he was an aggressive NPC, he could easily tear Jiang Yan apart, who was playing the role of his wife! [What the hell? Why has Jiang Yan suddenly become so bold?] [Wow, Jiang Yan has become more daring! He’s creating drama for himself!] [Why does he always add drama at the most dangerous moments? Is he doing it on purpose, or does he not understand the risks?] [No matter whether it was intentional or not, right now, he was definitely the center of attention.] [Wait… did someone just say Jiang Yan could leave the instance for five minutes? Could that really be true?] [The upstairs people are crazy, right? Yu Jia said this is absolutely impossib

"Where did he come from?" Under the dim candlelight, the three of them suddenly started performing a "Qiong Yao drama." Jian Hou, with a constipated expression, asked, "Really... no matter how many times I watch it, having two Yu Xiu beside Yan Yan still feels very strange. Could this main system be doing this on purpose?" [Short note - A "Qiong Yao drama" is a melodramatic Taiwanese romance, known for emotional conflicts] At this moment, the sounds of the wandering ghosts outside disappeared. Fang Rui was still being pressed to the ground by a paper figure who had entered with Yu Xiu. The ancestral hall was silent, and the players had varied expressions. Tao Shi quickly shot a glance at Yu Jia in the corner. "What's going on?! Is Yu Jia trying to kill Jiang Yan? No! The Puppet Workshop is trying to kill Jiang Yan?! Why? Because of the 'Best Actor's' orders? That shouldn't be the case... Why would Sang Luan kill J

"It’s... It’s here?!" Jian Hou clutched Tao Shi’s sleeve nervously, stammering. With no response from those inside, the pounding sound grew louder, and the entire basement shook. Above them, the wails of resentful spirits were deafening, as if a grand funeral was taking place above ground. "No! No!" The mayor’s wife sobbed, collapsing to her knees before the altar of the mountain god, her voice shaking as she pleaded for divine protection. The mayor's face was ashen, though he appeared slightly more composed than his terrified wife. Still, despite his efforts, his hand holding an old flashlight trembled uncontrollably. "Ugh—!" The entire chapel quivered again. "Dear god!" Jian Hou cried out. “Ding! [Item: Medical Bandage]” “Ding! [Item: Staff of Divinity]” “Ding! [Item...]” The older players quickly drew out their items, ready to battle the NPCs breaking in. “Yan Yan.” Yu Xiu reached out and pulled Jiang Yan, who stood frozen in place

Jiang Yan stood in the center of the shrine, looking at the players and NPCs with different expressions, his own face calm. He seemed so composed, as if what he just said wasn't "kill me," but "I forgot to have dinner tonight." This caused even the players who had been shouting to kill him, like Fang Rui, to freeze in place, unable to process what was happening. What... is this guy doing? It wasn’t just the players standing in front of Jiang Yan that were confused, even his personal system, 663, didn’t understand his actions. 663: “Jiang Yan! What are you doing?!” “Of course I’m role-playing,” Jiang Yan answered. “This is how you role-play? Did I not tell you that players can legally execute NPCs by reporting or passing judgment?” 663 was starting to lose it. “My ancestor! You’re like a block of wood when you should be acting, but now when you should be acting like a block of wood, you’re jumping around! I’m exhausted!” 663 grumbled. Earlier, Jiang Yan w

Dungeon: "Qingshi Town" (Progress: 35%) Total Players: 6, Current Alive Players: 6 Real NPCs: 3, Currently Polluted: 3 Main Task: Attend the wedding and leave the town alive Side Task: Find the Mountain God Well and break the curse The main system’s voice echoed in the ancient, dimly-lit underground shrine. The players, their candle flames flickering unsteadily, all turned toward the "bride" dressed in red and white flowers. The candle wicks began to burn shorter, and the air in the shrine grew thinner, making everyone’s breaths more hurried. The young man in the dark green robe with golden threads leaned against his decaying husband, his face calm as he looked at the others, saying, “I never drink dirty water from the streets.” “We’ve never drunk water from unknown sources!” Fang Rui shouted in agitation. “It’s you! You must be the one who did it! Besides, only Cang Rou knows that drinking from the Fushou Well can lead to the curse! You must know, it’s you!