Survival: King Picking Game

Li Pingan moved his body.

Muscles all over the body are sore, and the joints of the bones are like a machine without lubricating oil, making a "click, click, click" sound.

...tossing for a while.

He sighed, twisted his neck, and slowly stood up.

Li Pingan looked around and found that he was alone.

Neither Geng Xizi nor Ying Xizi seemed to be there.

——And in front of him was the entrance of a small village.

Although judging from the natural scenery, it seems to be a "nice place".However, if things are as he expected, in the village where Geng Xizi lived 60 years ago...

At this moment, this place should be a place that has been infected by the plague, and people are already in panic.

……

When he stepped into the village, this conjecture became a reality.

"Ten households and nine empties" are the best words used to describe the current situation of this small village.

Li Pingan passed several houses in a row, but no one lived in them.Even if he kicked open the door and walked in, no one came to stop him.

The house was empty, and all the furniture was left with only a pile of ashes that seemed to be left after being burned.

……

There are few pedestrians on the main road of the village.

Even if a villager passed by occasionally, he was in a hurry and looked gloomy, and he didn't even notice that a stranger had come to the village.

"……Oh."

After Li Pingan realized the situation, a smile appeared on his face.

"Judging from the original story, when these villagers were helpless in the face of the plague, they even did the stupid things of using living people to sacrifice to the gods and pray for forgiveness... It should be quite easy to fool around."

"It seems... we still need to role-play."

"Sister...Sister..."

There was a sound, coming from far away.Nothingness and ethereal, as if separated by a thick wall.

But the sound was getting closer and clearer.

Geng Xizi's will was still hazy.

She thought a little confused: Who is that?

The owner of the voice, the tension of anxiety and worry, can be heard even in her deep sleep.

...Moreover, there is a very familiar and nostalgic feeling.

It seems that it was a long, long time ago, but no matter what, it will not fade away with time.

"elder sister……"

"...Sister... are you okay?"

……

Warm sunlight poured into the room.

The furnishings in the room are pitiful and can only be described as "shabby".

And in the center of the room, a young girl lying on the tatami mat with her arms crossed and with a serene expression suddenly trembled her eyelashes.

Under the surprised gaze of a girl with long black curly hair, Geng Xizi slowly opened her beautiful black pupils.

"here is……?"

She still looked a little confused, but the girl with long curly hair next to her had already rushed forward with all her might.

"elder sister……!"

Just halfway through her words, she already started to cry.

Chapter 732

The frail body of the girl with long curly hair bumped into Geng Xizi's body in one breath, causing her who had just woken up from a coma to be almost pushed to the floor. ∮Miscellaneous ∝ Journal ∝ Bug∮

At this time, Geng Xizi had also noticed that the other party's hands hugged her waist tightly, and put his face on her shoulders... Soon, his clothes were torn to pieces.

——It was the tears of a girl.

Unstoppable tears.

And with a crying voice, she continued and repeated the same title.

"... sister... woo... sister..."

Geng Xizi was silent for a while, stretched out his hand, and in turn embraced the girl in his arms.

There was a gentle smile of relief on her pretty face.

"Don't be afraid, Zizi."