Chapter 1 Although It Looks Like a Stick Figure

Although it looked like a stick figure, Mingmei still felt the weight when she picked it up. The stickiness of the blood dripping on her hands and the fragmented sensation of flesh and bone sticking together all told Mingmei that this corpse had suffered a terrible death.

[Which is more gruesome, this corpse or the tyrant's corpse in *The Assassin Emperor*? Spooky!]

At this moment, the only thing Mingmei could think of that could compare to this corpse was the tyrant's corpse in the *The Assassin Emperor* instance.

[To be honest, it should be this one. I didn't even put a mosaic on that one for you~]

[That was because I told you I wanted to observe it and didn't let you put a mosaic on it, okay?]

Spooky: [Even so, this corpse wins hands down! I advise you to *haozi weizhi*. Young people shouldn't be too curious. Just look at the stick figure!]

Spooky was really afraid that Mingmei would turn off the mosaic out of curiosity. If Mingmei got scared, it, as the AI, would be guilty.

Mingmei: =。=

How did it get so anxious all of a sudden?

Perhaps because it hadn't been dead for long, Mingmei actually felt a bit of warmth when she picked up the corpse, somewhere between human warmth and the coldness of a corpse. It felt a little warm at first, but after a while, she felt a slight chill.

However, it was still a gentle chill.

Meanwhile, the others standing outside the door, who had been watching Mingmei's movements, were already in awe of her.

Holy crap!

The mysterious merchant is fierce!

Whether it was Mingmei standing in the room, looking up, down, left, and right, and then staring straight at that pile of… whatever it was… without changing her expression; or the calm look on her face when she princess-carried the corpse, they were all filled with admiration!

Too awesome!

Of course, there were also two "insiders" watching the show.

Zhen Po and Yuan Fang stood behind the crowd, their faces showing a "the crowd is amazed, I'm eating melon seeds" expression that was simply wonderful!

Their expressions were also absolutely amazing! That feeling of suppressing the urge to share felt like being constipated for half a month because they had won the lottery!

They couldn't say anything about winning the lottery or constipation!

Because what they admired wasn't just Mingmei, but also the big shot who had gone in with her!

Was the big shot really willing to lose face for a beauty?

Watching Mu Chen, in his undead state, directly lie into the corpse in Mingmei's arms, Zhen Po and Yuan Fang's brains briefly crashed.

The corpse was being princess-carried, and Mu Chen was attached to the corpse. Didn't that mean Mu Chen was being princess-carried by the merchant miss?

Earlier, the two of them had praised Mingmei along with the others for being strong, brave, and daring enough to carry a corpse.

But now, witnessing Mu Chen's actions, they were even more amazed by his shameless tactics to get close to the merchant miss!

A talent!

A role model for us!

But Mingmei didn't know any of this. She was just doubting her life a little.

In just a few steps, she, carrying a corpse that had lost a lot of blood, actually felt a little unsteady!

It wasn't that she wasn't strong enough, but!

She was actually touched by the "stick figure"!

She didn't know if it was because she took too big of a step, causing her body to rise and fall, but the "stick figure's" hand accidentally landed on the half of its palm that was sticking out from where she was holding its legs!

Damn it!

The feeling of a hand with warm blood resting on her palm!

Help! My scalp is tingling!

The feeling of seeing a line, but feeling the warm, bloody finger bones clasping between her fingers, it's impossible not to be afraid!

[Spooky.]

[Huh?]

[How… how am I suspecting that this corpse is going to reanimate?]

Spooky: […?! Host, don't scare me!]

[Who's scaring you? This corpse touched my hand!]

Spooky: [!!]

Spooky immediately checked the corpse Mingmei was holding again.

Before her was still the corpse that was almost unrecognizable, and looking at the hand where the vaguely remaining bones were, she could really see that it was in a gripping position on Mingmei's palm.

It looked a bit like an accident.

[Even if it wanted to reanimate, judging by the state of this corpse, it would probably just explode if it did.]

Mingmei: ??

What kind of description is that?

[There's no way this corpse could support a reanimation. It would shatter with the slightest touch… This should just be an accident.]

As soon as Spooky finished speaking, Mingmei took a step out of the room, and as a result, the corpse, which was already quite long, had its feet right in front of the door frame. Then, *splat*, Mingmei saw the lower half of the stick figure fall to the ground.

Mingmei: "…"

Everyone: "…"

Mingmei felt that as long as she wasn't afraid, it was others who would be afraid.

So, Mingmei calmly placed the two sections of "stick figure" on the dining table in the kitchen, turned around, and even asked, "Do you need a needle and thread to sew it back together?"

For a moment, a group of people shook their heads like rattles.

Sew what?

Just dig it out from the inside!

After bringing the corpse out, Mingmei's body was obviously a mess, especially since Mingmei had absentmindedly touched her face, and was covered in blood. Perhaps noticing that others were looking at her, Mingmei also gave everyone a fake "smile."

Everyone: …

It's… it's just terrifying!

"What are you going to do next?" Mingmei saw that everyone had suddenly stopped talking, and wondered if these people had something seriously wrong with them, while also suspecting that her workload had increased again.

How did her good business of selling boxed lunches really become selling her labor and cueing the game process as an NPC?

Is there any NPC like her who serves three roles at once?!

"Cough, well… since this player was a spiritual medium and died during a seance, why not have another spiritual medium check out the problem first? And then everyone else can use their family's special skills?"

Brought back to the matter at hand by Mingmei, the others realized that they seemed to have been doing nothing all along.

So Wang Wenfei was dragged out again, and seeing everyone's expectant gazes, he had no choice but to bite the bullet. The unexpected death earlier had really happened too suddenly.

They really needed to study it carefully now.

"I… I want to go to that… the room where he summoned the spirit. Does… anyone want to come with me?"

Although the corpse had been carried out, Wang Wenfei still didn't have the courage to go into that room alone.

Hearing him say that, Zhen Hu, who was playing the role of a Nanyang monk, stepped forward first, holding a little golden boy in one hand and a string of prayer beads in the other, volunteering to go in together.

Although the others didn't say they would go together, they still reminded the two of them not to close the door.

In response, Zhen Hu, who had a trick up his sleeve, directly placed one of the pair of little golden boys he was holding at the door, leaving the door open so that everyone outside could see the situation inside at a glance.

The others began by studying the corpse for a while, and then began to inspect the other places in the house.

After all, this place was where the couple who had died first had lived.

Previously, Wang Wenfei seemed to have been communicating with the spirit of the abusive husband, but he had run away halfway through. The question of what it would take for them to leave had never been answered.

Perhaps they could find something useful and learn more about it.

Staring at the faded wedding photo hanging on the wall in the living room, Yuan Fang could vaguely see the appearance of the couple in the photo. It was a combination of handsome man and beautiful woman, and he couldn't help but sigh, "Just looking at them, who could tell that this man would become abusive in the future?"

"Huh?"

Gossip is human nature, and the others in the outer room all gathered around to take a look at the man and woman in the photo.

"Huh?" Looking at the photo, "Lu Xiaoyao" let out a surprised sound. "Looking at this man's face, he doesn't seem like a great villain. Rather, he has an indecisive, gentle, but lacking in魄力 face."

"You know about this?" The exorcists present had different roles and systems, and their skills were different.

Hearing that she could also read faces, even Mingmei took another look at her.

"You're not mistaken, are you?"

As a policeman, Zhen Po was the one who knew the most about the past. The information in his hands could prove that Na'er was not a good person at all.

"Well, this is knowledge that comes with my role, who knows?"

"Lu Xiaoyao" glanced at the suspicious Zhen Po, and then continued to look at the Clayton couple's wedding photo. Then, as if she was also doubting her life, she muttered, "How do I see this woman's face… as somewhat unkind?"