Salted Fish Zombie

Ch. 89.1.2.3

(Part 1)

"Are you a player?"

Ning Su looked at the ghost in a black robe in front of him. "Ah, should I say, were you once a player?"

The ghost stood quietly facing the window, seemingly recalling something with great effort, as if it were challenging to remember.

After a long time, he still couldn't answer Ning Su.

Ning Su thought of the old man and the young man wearing a backpack.

They both didn't know they were dead.

If the one in front of him was also a player and could remember, he would realize his own death.

Ning Su didn't let him dwell on this question anymore. He said to the other, "I don't know how you ended up wearing that black robe, but you or someone on this ship seems able to communicate with him."

"If you have the chance, please tell him that it wasn't me who killed him. It was Lin Liang, the one he trusted, the villagers, and the system."

"I took that step forward, not out of guilt, but out of regret."

After hearing this, the ghost left.

Ning Su looked at the struggles of several people on the beds in the dark night, thinking that not only corpses were walking this gloomy path, players were walking it too.

The dead became aware of their death.

Players coming to terms with a specific death in their hearts.

He just didn't know how many people could truly find reconciliation.

Ning Su got into bed, rubbing the Gui Sheng's stiff hair. "Did you pull me back?"

Gui Sheng nodded, "Hmm!"

Ning Su said, "Don't worry, I'm fine."

Gui Sheng responded with a sound, "Hmm."

Ning Su told the two children, "Go to sleep."

The three of them fell asleep immediately.

When Ning Su woke up the next day, Pang Yang immediately told him, "Four players died last night!"

He and Fang Qi had serious expressions. The number of players who died this night was only slightly less than the first night.

The most despairing thing was that just when they thought they had overcome the most difficult time and saw hope, they were dragged back to the darkest moment.

It's too disheartening.

Both of them appeared serious with a hint of fatigue, like eggplants that had been beaten to a pulp but were putting on a show of strength.

Pang Yang: "How is this possible? At this point, how could four players die overnight? What exactly happened?"

While Ning Su was thinking about how to explain last night's events, Xue Wei gathered a few more players on her side, and someone called them over.

Xue Wei's face looked quite unpleasant.

Originally, they had a total of sixteen players gathered here, but four died last night, leaving only twelve now.

Apart from Ning Su and the other three, there were Xue Wei and Gu Xinghua, Wan Bo and Yun Xiangning, and four other players distributed in two different locations.

"I heard him call the ghost's name before he died. He knew that ghost," one of the players said.

Gu Xinghua: "Could it be another dead player turned into one of them?"