There's definitely something wrong with this murder mystery game Chapter 656

Chapter 656: Chapter 563 Madness Chapter 656: Chapter 563 Madness Those people stood on the opposite bank.

They stood on the very bank he had intended to cross to.

Torches burned in the dark night, moonlight spilled over the rippling river surface.

The flickering torchlight illuminated the expressions of those around them, mockery, sarcasm, and indifference, they stood leisurely on the bank, looking at the river water as if watching a clown show perford by ants with all their might.

They easily stood on the opposite bank of the river they had tried so hard to reach, blocking all their paths forward.

Thus, that bank symbolizing freedom and life also beca an irony.

The girl no longer knew whether she should continue forward, laughably and tragically swim into the net on the opposite side, or turn around and head back into the Abyss from whence she ca.

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Whether forward or backward, she had no way out.

In despair, the girl gave up struggling and let the river water engulf her head.

But her arm was tightly grasped by the person next to her, sobody was trying to save her; the girl turned her head and saw the boy next to her holding his breath, using his ager strength to pull at her.

But he was just a boy of eight or nine years old, he didn’t have the strength to pull the girl out of the water.

And because he was a young boy, perhaps he didn’t quite understand what retaliation they would face for their escape later on.

But the girl suddenly realized.

She surfaced, and before she could say anything, her disheveled hair was yanked fiercely by a large hand!

“Ah!”

The rciless grip caused her scalp to sting, and she had just enough ti to exclaim in surprise.

Two n from the riverbank grabbed her, one yanking her hair and choking her neck to force her to tilt her head back, while the other shackled her wildly scratching hands, dragging her towards the opposite bank.

The girl struggled with all her might, but her movents were like stones sinking to the bottom of the water, utterly powerless.

She still resisted, glancing at the water surface out of the corner of her eye.

Under the moonlight, she saw only two hands slapping aimlessly in the middle of the river, a small head sotis popping out of the water and sotis sinking, water splashing everywhere, the ripples from the whirlpools gently bumped against her body.

“Save…!”

“Quick…

save…”

The girl, with her neck tightly choked, tried to say sothing.

But the two n did nothing, and the people on the bank still watched with indifference, the color of fire reflecting on their faces, casting only a dark and gloomy scene.

She was dragged ashore and thrown onto the ground like a dead dog.

Finally free of shackles, the girl coughed a few tis holding her throat, but when she turned her head and saw the rippling river gradually becoming calm, she quickly flung herself towards the water.

Then she was pulled back by the two people beside her.

“Save soone!”

“You guys, save soone quickly!”

“Tiezhu is still in the river…

he’s just a child, he doesn’t understand any of this!”

“You guys must save him!”

“Please, I beg you…”

After being pulled back twice, the girl knelt on the ground in a panic, clutching at their clothes and pleading desperately.

“Get lost!”

The man kicked her away with a voice full of malice, spat out a mouthful of saliva, and said while wringing the dampness from his clothes: “It’s because of your restless behavior that everyone is disturbed; you even dared to burn down the ancestral hall.

You deserved it!”

The girl lay on the ground, her eyes vacant, watching as the surface of the river gradually cald down.

She suddenly felt a surge of anger rising from her heart.

This rage suppressed the fear and despair, like a wildfire engulfing her emotions!

“Ah ah—!”

The girl furiously lunged at the man, her sharp nails viciously scratching his face, using all her lifeti’s strength to leave bloody marks on his face!

The sudden frenzy of the girl caught everyone around off guard, but as she prepared to gouge his eyes out, several people next to her reacted and pinned her down.

“Rebel!”

“Mob!”

“You are all Evil Ghosts!”

“You won’t die a good death!”

The girl scread with all her might, struggling frantically, attacking everyone around her instinctively, until soone picked up a stone from the ground and smashed it hard against her head.

The girl’s voice stalled, then she fell to the ground, silent and motionless.

The person with the stone suddenly beca anxious: “No…

she’s not dead, is she?”

Soone imdiately checked for breath, and then sighed with relief, “She’s not dead!

Not dead!

Honestly, how can you be so rough?

What if you had caused so serious damage?”

As the girl was unhard, she could continue to be handed over to the Wang Family.

A group of people picked up the girl from the ground and turned to walk back, the torches burning in the night forming a long dragon, also resembling an endless bridal procession.

The riverside beca quiet.

That night, for so reason, there were no sounds of insects or birds, the silence so hollow it left one feeling empty and lost, even the moonlight seed pale.

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The rest of the events had already been witnessed.

Both of her attempts to escape ended in failure, despair piled layer upon layer on her heart, choking her breath away.

The girl was dressed in red again and forced into the wedding hall adorned with the White Silk Bed Canopy, compelled to marry the corpse that had been dead for over half a month.

In the end, she and her ridiculous groom were sealed into a coffin and carried to the cetery on North Mountain for burial.

She died in pain and darkness, asphyxiated.

All who treated her well were dead, while those many demons who did evil still frolicked joyously in this world.

Her heart was filled with hatred and Resentnt Energy in the darkness.

She truly hated!

As she died, she continued to scream and curse with all her might.

The one who shoveled the last handful of dirt onto the grave hurried away from the cetery, covering their ears, leaving the wraith-like, Evil Ghost screams behind them.

Only a few days later.

The villagers of Osmanthus Village had forgotten about the incident.

They carried on with their lives as usual, working from sunrise to sunset, in the sunny and harmonious Osmanthus Village, which seed like a peaceful haven.

But the next year.

In the middle of the seventh lunar month.

At night, when the ghost gate is wide open and the Yin energy is at its strongest, an unseen red Resentnt Energy pressed down from the sky, shrouding the entire Osmanthus Village in a blood-red fog that made one’s heart tremble with fear.

That night, soone heard screams from sowhere.

The next day, the head of the Wang Family and his wife were found brutally dead in their house, a horror to behold!

The villagers didn’t know who was responsible.

Until the following days…

When only mbers of the Wang Family were dying, soone finally rembered the past events and speculated that it was the revenge of a fierce ghost.

On the third day.

The villagers ca to the cetery on North Mountain with axes and spades, intent on unearthing that grave, but suddenly, a fierce wind arose, carrying sand and stones, and those who led the way bled from their orifices and died.

After that, no one dared to approach the grave again.

The Wang Family sought the help of several monks and Taoist priests, but all returned fruitlessly, leaving behind the words “deep grudges.”

Praying to the gods, begging for rcy, making offerings! The Wang Family tried everything.

In the third year.

The thick fog persisted.

So villagers of Osmanthus Village began to pack their belongings, planning to leave the place, but like the Wang Family mbers who couldn’t leave, no villager from Osmanthus Village could leave either.

They were thus unable to break free from their holand, suffering bone-deep retribution every year!

That year, in the courtyard of every household, an Osmanthus Tree sapling suddenly sprouted.

But no one paid it any attention.

And no one thought it was odd that every family had one growing.

It was as if by so subconscious avoidance, they eluded the issue.

In the fourth year, the saplings grew taller.

Year after year, the Osmanthus Trees gradually grew into towering giants, and in the sumr, white flowers floated in the wind throughout the entire Osmanthus Village, the fragrance overwhelming, dreamy, and surreal.

As days turned to months, the spirit and Qi of the villagers of Osmanthus Village wilted over ti,

Leaving no one with a smile on their face, all becoming rigid and stiff, like lifeless zombies walking without purpose.

It was as if a huge mountain weighed down on their backs.

They couldn’t catch their breath.

Nor could they muster the strength to take a single breath.

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