My identity has also been unlocked, whether it is the poster's sister or a technician who uses a mirror as a tracker. Moreover, anyone who knows "me" assumes that I like to cause trouble. If a person with limited mobility can leave this impression on them, this body must have done a lot of trouble.

The poster knew that I couldn't walk, so he called two people from the hall to carry me back to the house with chairs. She said that someone would take care of me in the future and I would hold on for another two days.

I didn't understand what she meant, so I asked the person who was on duty, what should I do if I took a shower?

The one who ran the hall also asked me to hold on for two days. He said, "My aunt, you have a bad temper. If you keep that girl for two more days, there will be no need to worry now."

I chatted with him, and a few words of thoughts revealed the evil deeds of "myself". It turned out that the role I played was usually served by a maid, but it was often changed. Because I had a little discomfort, I would eat the maid around me.

It is not a metaphor for being with the king and being with the tiger in "I". It is really a cannibalism. For me who just caught a cannibal, the irony should not be too obvious.

The theater probably didn't know about this, it should be a coincidence. Since I ate the maid and was about to become a demon queen, there were a lot of people serving me, so the host didn't plan to find a new maid for me.

This is what they meant by perseverance for two days, and she said that I was worried that I had no one to take care of me, so she asked the pawn to stare at me. Mingwei took care of me, but it was actually surveillance. And I felt that what she was really worried about was that I was looking for opportunities to approach Chen Qinghan... that character.

Before I was carried away, Chen Qinghan secretly handed me a note. When I returned to the room, I was tired and crawled onto the bed to rest.

The person who was running away was guarding outside the house, mainly watching me and not letting me go out. I rolled into the bed, faced the wall, and secretly took out a small note to unfold it.

There are only four words on the note: plot marriage.

So his plot goes to the marriage stage?

No, it seems that too, I have to get married as a demon queen, but I don’t want to be a demon queen. If I refuse, I don’t know if it’s considered a destruction plot.

I swallowed the sticks into balls, turned around and heard the guests from the hall calling me. The one who came was still the same man. He looked in a bad mood, no, it was very bad, and he seemed to be trying to hit someone.

He stepped into the room angrily, and I had no doubt that if my clothes had a collar, he would have pulled me up.

Unfortunately, I don’t have a collar for my clothes, and I have a big V collar. This is rare in ancient costumes, so I’m about to reveal my career.

He stretched out his hand, pinched my neck, and stopped halfway, and grabbed my arm and dragged me to the bronze mirror.

"Who hurt her? Check it out for me."

"Don't grab me, oh, I can't be frightened. If I scare you, I won't be able to cast spells."

"Don't play tricks, don't want the position of the demon queen?"

Yes! I was excited and surprised, and quietly thought about how to fail to cast spells, angered this master and let him destroy my "dream".

"My mind went blank when I was nervous, really." I learned Bai Suzhen's spell casting action, frowned, and pretended that I was trying hard to succeed.

Actually, I was thinking about how much does a pound of radish in the wholesale market cost? Recently, the price of eggs has increased. Should I adjust the price of vegetables in fast food restaurants?

At least raise the price of tea eggs...

This kind of thinking was divergent, and the bronze mirror did not respond. I performed hard, and finally sighed and pointed at the bronze mirror and shook his head: "No, look..."

OK, maybe I was acting too hard, and Tongjing felt sorry for me, so she turned on the search function by herself and searched out the person this master was looking for.

Moreover, the background behind the person in the mirror is not like in this virtual world where the person in the mirror is visiting the grave, surrounded by modern tombs, and there are lighters falling from others under the tombstone!

Could this mirror not only finds people in the virtual world, but also serves as eyeliner in the real world?

The blood coffin has been dead for many years, but the person in the mirror is very young, only in his twenties. The prince wants to find the murderer of the dead in the blood coffin. That is definitely not a modern person.

"I'm wrong, I said that it fails when I'm nervous. This is a person from another world."

"That's right, it's his descendants, with the same blood flowing." The prince said coldly.

Ah? This is to pay for the ancestors’ debts. The question is, how can they bring real people in the virtual world?

"How is the prince going to take revenge?" I asked curiously.

"Of course... bring him in." The master sneered, turned around and left, and I couldn't even scream.

I understand what he said is that they cannot go out, but if there is a way to bring people outside in, isn’t that just like us?

I wanted to find someone to follow him and see how to guide him, but there was a guard at the hall outside the door, so I didn't have the chance to go out to find my own people.

Actually, if you think about it carefully, Dalun said that there are meat in the kitchen. If even the owner and the guest in this building are not human, then where did the human flesh be made?

Is it virtual?

If it is, it's okay, but if it is not, it means they do have a way to capture people from the outside world.

The most terrifying thing is that the theater is stored in the warehouse, but no one knows that no one can find that it can catch people from outside and eat.

I was so anxious at the window that I scratched my head, and several flowers on my hairpin were pulled off. After a while, the plot was back again. I didn't go out in the house, so it was definitely not the plot I made wrong.

When I returned to the process of the prince rushing over to order me to find the murderer, I covered the mirror this time and told the prince that the mirror was used too frequently and would be overworked and would never be used continuously in a short period of time.

The prince was furious for the beauty and pulled off the cloth that covered me in the mirror, almost holding my head and clambering it against the mirror.

How firm his attitude was, I couldn't fool him, so I had to continue performing. This time I thought about buying some autumn vegetables in the autumn, pickling a jar of sauerkraut, and making sauerkraut in winter for Chen Qinghan to eat.

Thinking of pork belly, the mirror finally failed and did not reflect the face of the graveswalker. The prince was furious and the light immediately became dark. After that, it was back.

So I have to find the grave sweeper for him?

That would kill a human life, but if we don’t find the grave sweeper, we will die.

Three plot errors, and we lost another colleague. The role of the co-worker was a groom feeding horses in the backyard. Because the plot error three times, he was kicked to death by the horse.

If I insist on not finding the gravewalker, there will be people here who will die one after another until the death, and there will be no chance to find the secret of this virtual world.

"Prince, if you want to take revenge on this person, it's better to... give him to me, hehe, you know, I love eating people the most." In desperation, I chose to save people in a curve.

This master didn't say anything, but he probably agreed with his expression. He might not look down on me, but in some things, he also thinks that I am a useful person.

Whether it is looking for people or eating people, I am doing it.

Not long after, the man who was visiting the grave was thrown into my room. What's interesting is that he was wearing a royal robe.

He was carried into my room by a group of fierce and fierce iron armored guards, his eyes were filled with horror, but when he saw "me", he still showed a stunning look. It's a man, the original intention of a man.

When the guard left, he pinched his arm and said oh, it seemed to hurt.

"I, am I dreaming, what's going on, what..." He muttered himself, rubbing and pinching his painful arm.

"Are you dreaming?" I sat cross-legged on the chair, with one elbow on my knee, and looked at him seriously. Toad Jinjin sat on my knee on the other side of me.

"I'm asleep, I'm dreaming, right?" He looked at me with anticipation.

"From a certain perspective, yes, but if you die in a dream, you won't live long in reality."

The graveswalker's expression was like a roller coaster ride. I flashed a little, and was discouraged, angry and afraid. He asked me where this place was and why I could feel the pain in my dream.

I don’t know who to ask, but I just said that this is a murderous dream, and it’s hard to come in and want to go out again, and we caught people as food.

The tomb-sweeping man was even more afraid and wanted to escape, but was stopped by the waiter at the door and pushed him back.

The guy closed the door from outside, and the man wanted to jump out of the window again. I told him not to waste his energy, and he jumped down and fell and injured him. The guy would drag him back.

"What have your ancestors done and who have offended?" I was waiting for NPC to give the next prompt. I was idle and just chatting with this person who had a grudge against the Blood Coffin.

Using hair as a rope and blood as paint, the blood coffin is split and reorganized by one person. The deceased himself cannot dismantle himself in such a fragmentary way. It is probably impossible for relatives and friends to do it. Therefore, the person who made the blood coffin either has a grudge against her or has a particularly evil purpose.

The gravewatcher thought about it and shook his head and said no. Their family has been workers for three generations and has never done anything that is harmful to the world.

"Three generations are not enough. Going forward, I will recall all the ancestors in the eighteen generations."

"This... this happened too early, I don't know." The gravesweeper was so anxious that he cried.

"Think about it carefully, think about it, you have a reasonable and well-founded death, but you can't think about it, you have a dying unclear understanding."

"Beauty, are you telling me a joke? I must die!"

"You'd better think of it. Maybe I can help you talk to you. It's not me who wants you to die, but I'll do it for him and I'll complete what he told me." I took out the knife in the drawer. This is what I just discovered. Hong Gu, which is the role I played. The drawer of her dressing table is full of knives, big and small, and extremely sharp.

The gravewalker was so scared that he sat on the ground. He was so cowardly that he dreamed of becoming the emperor. He probably only thought about how beautiful the Three Palaces and Six Courtyards were, but he did not consider the assassination issue.

Thinking of this, I suddenly paused. We were all assigned roles when we came in. Maybe this imperial robe was the role he gave after he came in?

"What's wrong with your outfit? Are you the emperor?"

"No, I dreamed that I ascended the throne."

"Oh, have ambition."

"Sister...ah no, beauty, do you care about this murder dream?"

"No, think about it quickly. If I can't think of it, I'll slice you."

The graveswalker hugged himself, shrank into the corner, rolled his eyes and tried to recall.

"Oh oh oh, I've heard something!" Within two minutes, he suddenly started to roar and almost stood up excitedly.

"Speak quickly."

"I heard from my third aunt that someone from our ancestors had been a high-ranking official, maybe when he was an official, he had plundered the people's wealth and ointment?"

"That's it?"

The graveswalker collapsed and looked like he was about to cry, "I really can't remember it."

"I'll give you a reminder, coffin, and things related to coffin, think about it carefully."

"Coffin? It's been so many years since no one has used it. Now it's all urns, coffins...ah? You talk about coffins?"

"right."

"The coffin is an official and wealthy person, and my grandmother seems to have said that the ancestors have beaten a coffin to protect our family from nine generations of officials and nine generations of wealth, which adds up to eighteen generations!"
To be continued...