Yan Ming followed behind Ding Yi, his palms sweating, and he did not have time to pay attention to the mocking gazes around him.

Just now, Ding Yi asked him how he identified whether an NPC was lying in the last instance. The cruel and painful memories made him choke up instantly, and he answered in a trembling voice that it cost him his life.

Ding Yi asked again: “Can NPCs kill people at will? If you make him angry, will he kill you directly?”

“No,” Yan Ming said firmly. “There are Supervisors watching; they cannot kill the Wishers who have not violated the conditions for death until the critical time.”

“Are the conditions for death useful to NPCs?”

“What?”

“If an NPC violates the conditions for death, will they also die?”

It was the first time Yan Ming had thought about this question, and he really could not answer it for a moment. Jiang Xianqing took a deep look at Ding Yi, swallowed, and said in a tight voice: “They will die; I saw it in the last instance. The rules also killed NPCs who violated the same conditions for death like us.”

Ding Yi stared at the guide who had just walked in with a smile for a moment, and suddenly said that she was going to get a lotus flower stamp on the guide.

Yan Ming’s first reaction was that she was crazy, but then he thought, why not? When he came back to his senses, he was already following behind Ding Yi, step by step, walking towards the guide.

Compared to Ding Yi’s relaxation, Yan Ming was too stiff. He did not know what Ding Yi was going to do; he could only stare at her every move, concentrating all his energy in order to be able to react correctly in an instant.

The guide looked at Ding Yi, who was standing in front of him, and showed a standard eight-tooth smile: “Of course.”

Her thin, bony hand, with prominent blood vessels, looked eye-catching and small. While the guide was taking a new seal and dipping it in the inkpad, Ding Yi raised her eyes and observed his face without concealment. His face was long and narrow, and his forehead was wide. In terms of height, he was slightly shorter than Ding Yi.

The guide said, “Put your hand out.”

Ding Yi smiled and slowly raised her hand. Then, with a speed that was too fast to see, her left hand grabbed the guide’s wrist and twisted it, and her right hand directly pried off the seal and pinched it between her fingers. Her upper arm and forearm tightened and exerted force, and the seal covered in inkpad accurately and nimbly hit the guide’s wide forehead.

Qin Yuan looked at Ding Yi’s movements, and the corners of his pursed lips slightly raised in an inconspicuous arc.

The whole process happened too suddenly and quickly. Yan Ming, who was standing behind Ding Yi and highly focused, was startled and subconsciously reached out to help, his hand reaching halfway and flailing around. When he came back to his senses, he found that an inverted lotus flower stamp had already landed on the pale forehead.

Ding Yi pulled Yan Ming back a big step. In the moment of retreating, the guide recovered from his stunned state, and with a sharp scream, the guide waved his arms wildly, his eyeballs bulging: “What did you do!”

“What did you do!”

“What did you do to me!”

The guide screamed sharply, his pale face turning green and mutating again, and his sharp nails kept scratching his forehead. However, the lotus flower stamp that had just been applied seemed to have grown into his flesh, and no matter how he rubbed it, it did not fade or deform in the slightest.

Everyone was frightened by the scene in front of them.

However, this was just the beginning. The guide screamed and scratched his forehead but did not stop. He rushed out, picked up a stone, and his arm suddenly lengthened, bent, and smashed his head with force. He seemed to have no pain, or his hands had broken free of his control, independently and ruthlessly smashing his entire head into a bloody mess.

The sound of the stone hitting flesh and bone was much louder than everyone imagined. Every sound heavily hit their hearts.

The whole process was short, but it felt long. Until the facial bones were completely sunken, crushed, and the upper half of his face, not just the upper half of his face, but the upper half of his head was completely unrecognizable, leaving only a pile of bone and flesh tissue that could not be identified, connected and piled on top of each other, the hands finally stopped.

The guide, whose upper body was soaked in blood, leaving only a terrifying mouth, twitched twice, slowly got up from the ground, and walked back into the shop step by step, opening his mouth and stuttering slowly: “Dear tourists, today’s itinerary is over, and the next is free time.”

The guide kept spitting out blood foam when he spoke, but now not many people could hear him.

Because the old man, who had been moving slowly and with difficulty, suddenly burst out and rushed towards Qin Yuan at the same time as he was smashing his head. Seeing that the seal in his hand was about to touch Qin Yuan’s skin, Qin Yuan raised his foot and kicked the old man, sending him flying and crashing into the wall.

The old man got up and wanted to continue attacking but found that the seal that had fallen on the ground had a corner broken off. He wanted to grab another intact seal but saw that the woman who had been hindering him from the beginning was lifting a stone and smashing the other seal in front of him.

The old man was so angry that his eyes turned red. At this time, the guide was still saying in a strange and light tone: “I wish you all a pleasant time in Qingping Town.”

After speaking, the guide turned around and left. Because he had no eyes, he staggered and bumped into the door frame when he went out.

The old man glared at the guide with disgust and ruthlessness: “Waste, you have dirtied my floor.”

After speaking, the old man hunched his back again and waved his hand with a tired expression: “The shop is closed, hurry up and leave.”

“What about me!” A middle-aged man with a lotus flower stamp on his arm, wearing glasses and a bald head, suddenly screamed, grabbing his skin in terror: “I cannot die! I cannot die!”

The old man did not answer, only grimly tugged at the wrinkles on his face, and slowly walked towards the back room. However, he had not taken two steps when someone rudely grabbed the back of his collar, like picking up a chicken. The old man flapped twice, turned his head, and looked angrily at the culprit.

Having watched a good show, Qin Yuan, who had perked up a bit, finally became active, grabbed the old man’s collar and asked, “What is the most precious thing in town?”

Before the old man could open his mouth, Qin Yuan lightly reminded him: “Say less nonsense and suffer less.”

At the same time as the old man was picked up, Ding Yi grabbed Yan Ming and Jiang Xianqing and searched the shop with nimble hands and feet. Hearing Qin Yuan’s words, Ding Yi looked up and happened to see the old man almost biting his back molars to pieces, and squeezing out three words with difficulty: “Oiled paper umbrella.”

“Is it here with you?”

The old man just snorted when he saw Qin Yuan raise his fist and immediately shouted: “No, no! It is all the truth; it is not here with me!”

“Do you know where it is?”

“I do not know; that was so long ago, how would I know? The town chief knows, but the town chief has been dead for a long time.”

Ding Yi quickly asked: “When did the town chief die, and where is he buried?”

The old man gasped for breath. If eyes could kill, Ding Yi would probably have died several times already.

“The town chief was already dead when I was your age; he died and was buried in the cemetery mountain.”

“What is the town chief’s name?”

“…Chen Jinsheng.”

For some reason, Qin Yuan and Ding Yi exchanged a look. Qin Yuan let go of the old man, letting him fall to the ground, and Ding Yi also ended her search.

Seeing that the old man was about to leave, the person who still had the lotus flower stamp on his body broke down: “Why did you let him go!”

The young man who did not dare to approach the old man wanted to pounce on Qin Yuan but fell to the ground after being dodged.

“What are you doing! Are you trying to kill me!”

“You quickly ask him, I—”

The young man in the plaid shirt, who was still sitting on the ground hysterically, choked on his breath when he met Qin Yuan’s gaze, and trembled like a stranded fish.

“Are you,” Qin Yuan’s face turned cold, and although his tone was normal, it carried an extremely strong sense of oppression, “teaching me what to do?”