Chapter 17 (1/2)

Translator: Atlas Studios

Editor: Atlas Studios

When Li Ang opened his eyes again, he found himself sitting cross-legged on the ground of a farming hall and holding onto a box of poker cards while he sat in front of three villagers who were dressed plainly.

At the moment, his mind was filled with information related to the quest.

Based on the system description, the scripted quest would place the players in an independent dimension. The players had to play a certain role and complete the quest issued by the system.

During this process, players could wear equipment, use items, and release extraordinary powers. Most odd behavior would not confuse aboriginal people. Of course, they would invite trouble if they overdid it.

For this quest, Li Ang played the role of a young villager of the Hidden Mountain Village called Feng Tiechui.

The Hidden Mountain Village was located deep within the mountain. It was remote, poor, abandoned, and uneducated, which had always been the description of this small village.

Despite the rapid development and changes in science and technology in the outside world, the remote Hidden Mountain Village maintained its peaceful tranquility. When the road that led outside the mountain had been paved, a flood of information from the outside world had finally broken through all obstacles and brought vitality to the Hidden Mountain Village.

The quest briefing ended there. Li Ang unhurriedly examined the assembly hall of the village before him.

The inside of the building was quite large. The triangular roof was made of logs, the building was two floors high, and the ground was covered in bumpy concrete tiles.

In addition, the gray walls were covered with cracks, and handmade wooden chairs sprayed with black mottled paint were stacked on both sides of the hall.

It could be inferred that this hall had existed for at least 40 to 50 years. A black-grayish wooden coffin was on a platform that was as tall as a human.

It was night time right now. The door of the assembly hall was wide open, and a vast sky full of stars could be seen.

The chilling night breeze blew in through the door, igniting the incandescent lamp hanging down from the dome of the assembly hall. Light and shadow circulated, making the gray coffin shine brightly on the platform.

Four villagers, including Li Ang, sat cross-legged near the door of the assembly hall with a few old newspapers under their butts. There was a pile of poker cards stacked on the newspapers between them.

“Two 10!”

“Two J!”

“Two K!”

The game was conducted in a heavy atmosphere. The four of them were not playing for entertainment but to survive the difficult night with the solitary coffin.

Feng Tiejia, a villager sitting across Li Ang, said casually, “That b*stard Feng Tiegen! I’m here, yet he asked us to keep watch while he took his wife to the county.”

Feng Tieyi, who was sitting at the top left side of Li Ang, said, “Don’t say that. Didn’t he go to the county for the Certificate of Death and Funeral of Residents?”