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Chapter 101

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The night was dark.

In the thick darkness, the players could only see two white lanterns hanging on the tree branches, swaying gently with the wind. There were two tables of guests sitting below. Their faces looked like dead people under the candlelight.

The doctor said, "I applied for anthropology."

The game was very patient with this player who played by the rules. [You don't have the skill of anthropology. The chances of failure are very high.]

The doctor said, "Yes."

Ding!

The die fell. In a place where the players couldn't see, the die spun and slowly stopped.

[Unfortunately,] the game said, [You failed.]

Shen Dongqing asked, "What is anthropology?"

The doctor said, "You can check the NPCs in front of you to see if they are humans or other creatures."

Shen Dongqing said firmly, "They are not ghosts."

The doctor was doubtful. "Why are you so sure?"

It looked like this group of natives wasn't normal, okay?

Shen Dongqing said, "Ghosts don't need to eat."

The doctor was confused.

Was it that easy to check?

The game's voice suddenly sounded. [Because both parties are too close, a luck check will be conducted every three minutes.]

[If you fail, you will be discovered by this group of natives. If you succeed, you can sneak into the mourning hall.]

[Detective, check successful.]

[Photographer, check successful.]

[Doctor, check … failed.]

The group of natives who had been sitting at the round table with their heads lowered raised their heads. Their necks twisted as they turned to look at the doctor. Their eyes were empty, reflecting a white light, but their lips were unexpectedly bright red. The corners of their lips curled up stiffly. There was no smile, as if they were wearing a mask.

The doctor was a newbie after all. He had never seen such a situation. He couldn't help but scream and retreat.

At the same time, the other people's checks were successful.

[Zhou Wenyan, check successful.]

[Shen Dongqing, check … failed!]

A failure was even more unlucky than the doctor.

The game gloated. [You saw the old lady in the middle of the mourning hall sit up. The white paper covering her face fell due to the gravity of the terrain, revealing a rotting face. She has become a pile of rotten flesh. Half a maggot hung from her eye sockets. Even so, she still extended her arm towards you. The gold jewelry hanging on her wrist jingled. At the same time, there was a gurgling sound from her mouth.]

[Rationality check successful. Deducting …]

Shen Dongqing strode over, picked up the white paper, and slapped it on the old lady's face. The old lady twitched for a moment before lying back down peacefully.

The game felt that the rationality check couldn't be deducted anymore.

The group of locals also noticed Shen Dongqing. Faced with such a huge failure, they ignored the doctor and chose to keep their eyes on him.

Shen Dongqing raised her hand in greeting. "Hi."

The old lady in the crowd felt a chill.

The natives began to talk in low voices.

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