Rebirth: I can easily control the end-of-the-world game

Feng Lan took a step back to avoid the zombie's attack, and threw a handful of glutinous rice at the zombie.

"Actually, I've always had a question..." She smiled, a Tang sword appearing in her hand, "Can zombies still hop around without legs?"

As it turned out, without legs, the zombie couldn't jump, and even if its two outstretched claws wanted to grab Feng Lan, they couldn't do anything to her.

This is a white-haired zombie. According to the book "Zi Bu Yu", it is the lowest-ranking zombie. It is timid and afraid of chickens, dogs, light, fire, water, and even living people.

However, judging from the fact that this zombie attacked Feng Lan, she felt that it should not be from the same system. Feng Lan took out a flashlight and shone it on the zombie.

"Hah..." The white-haired/zombie frantically raised his hand to shield himself; the light felt more like sulfuric acid to him.

"Okay, looks like it's easy to deal with." Feng Lan put away the flashlight and then took out a handful of glutinous rice and sprinkled it directly on the creature.

"Sizzle..." The glutinous rice fell onto the zombie, and it struggled even more fiercely. The places its body touched made a corrosive sound, and it was on its last breath.

It's clear that glutinous rice is very harmful to it.

Fenglan tried water again, and it didn't cause much damage, but this zombie really disliked water.

She then tried other methods such as firelight and peach wood. Since she had no black dog or chicken blood around her, she finally chopped off the head, ending the dying zombie's life.

After dealing with the zombies, she followed the player team along the path. Nothing unexpected happened along the way, so it seemed that the players would only encounter one bad thing on the first night.

Feng Lan had already left a coordinate point at the graveyard. She overtook the group, crossed the woods, and quickly found the small village in the night.

The village was lifeless, with very few signs of life. Not a single house was lit. She walked around and saw that every house had some paper money and incense at its door, suggesting that the village was not clean.

She also noticed that there wasn't a single grave in the village.

“Looks like all the grave mounds are outside,” Feng Lan said. Bi Ke, who didn’t smell anything delicious, was a little bored. “There’s nothing good to eat here.”

The same thing happened in the last dungeon. The zombies in this dungeon look disgusting and taste awful. I don't even want to look at them more than a few times.

Feng Lan shook her head. "This village has probably experienced a zombie apocalypse and is haunted, so they dare not leave grave mounds in the village."

She noticed that the location of the village was somewhat eerie; graves left here could easily accumulate evil energy and cause corpses to turn into zombies, which wouldn't be very friendly to the living.

"Then why don't they move?" Bi Ke asked, puzzled, after hearing Feng Lan's explanation.

Feng Lan patted his head, "Because it's just as dangerous outside if you leave here."

In this era, war is raging everywhere. There are no zombies, no ghosts, but there are mountain spirits and monsters, as well as equally dangerous humans.

"But the dangers here are something they've been used to for generations. Compared to the unfamiliar dangers outside, the dangers here are nothing."

Bi Ke blinked and looked around. He could now distinguish between weaker levels. "But the danger here is almost too great. In another hundred years, there won't be anyone left here."

Feng Lan smiled, patted Bi Ke, and said nothing more.

She found an empty house at the entrance of the village, opened the door and went in, lit a coal lamp, and water magic swept through the entire house, carrying away all the dust and insects. Only then did Feng Lan lie down on the bed to rest.

Whether the players will rest in this lit-up room after they come in is not something Feng Lan needs to worry about.

When she woke up the next day, there was indeed a group of players in the house. Feng Lan counted them and found that none of them were missing. It seemed that the female ghost was quite sensible in her dealings, taking the incense without eating anyone.

"Who are you?"

When daylight came and the sun was shining brightly, the villagers came out to work and naturally noticed the extra person in the house. The village chief and a group of people stood guard outside the house with wary expressions.

Sister Cai went out on her own initiative. The village chief glanced at her shadow and then at her face. Her exposed skin and gait were normal, not like she was possessed. She stepped on the glutinous rice at the door without any problems, so it shouldn't be a case of a zombie. He was relieved a little.

“We were passing by last night when we saw this house was empty but the lights were on, so we came in without permission.” Sister Cai said with a cruel expression, taking out a gold coin and handing it to the village chief. “We were in a hurry to get here, and some of us are injured. We would like to stay in the village for a few days to rest. Is that alright?”

When the village chief heard Sister Cai say that the room was lit, his expression changed. But upon seeing the gold ingot, he couldn't resist the temptation and accepted it. This one gold ingot was more than their entire village could earn in ten years of hard work. After receiving the gold, his expression improved, and he readily agreed, "It's convenient, but our village is small. We have plenty of vegetables and seasonings, but if the adults need meat, I'm afraid..."

After all, people who have been given gold are probably not short of money. The village chief, being the most knowledgeable person in the village, would go out once or twice a year when the crops were sold, so he knew what the outside world was like. However, their village was poor and they really didn't have any decent food to provide for others.

Feng Lan pushed open the door at this moment. Even though her presence was faint, she was still noticed by Sister Cai. Her eyes darted around, but she didn't look at her immediately. After seeing the village chief off, she turned to look at Feng Lan and said, "I remember you."

He is also one of the players.

She looked at the closed door, wondering why she had arrived in the village before everyone else, but in the end, Sister Cai only asked, "Did you leave the light on for us? Thank you."

Feng Lan nodded. "Thank you for the incense last night."

Sister Cai was taken aback. She remembered the incense stick she had distributed to everyone yesterday, and a warm feeling welled up in her heart. She realized that Feng Lan was a lone player, so she asked her name. After learning that her surname was Feng, she didn't bother her any further. Instead, she discussed with the other players how to gather information in the village.

“This village is not simple,” Sister Cai said with a serious expression. Although they returned last night without any problems, there was one extra person in the group. Today, after counting the number of people, including Feng Lan, there was still one extra person.

However, after all the players checked with each other, they couldn't see or remember who the extra person was.

The players immediately realized that they were being haunted by a ghost, and that a ghost had entered their party.

"Every household in this village has incense and candles at their door. Everyone should split up and explore in groups of at least three, for safety reasons."

Feng Lan didn't need to be as careful as the other players, so she went out first. Some players glanced at her and, seeing that Sister Cai didn't pay attention to her, muttered to themselves.

By the time the players had dispersed throughout the village to gather information, Feng Lan had already arrived at the ancestral hall in the middle of the village.

There were few people in the ancestral hall, with only two old men guarding the entrance. Last night, it was as quiet as any other place. But during the day, however, there are people on guard, and wisps of incense smoke rise from inside.

The gate was wide open, and Feng Lan could see that inside, instead of a memorial tablet, there was an animal statue and a large cauldron in the main hall, filled with incense sticks. Many villagers were respectfully queuing up, taking turns to offer incense to the statue. Those who hadn't yet offered incense were visibly nervous and uneasy, while those who had finished seemed to have completed a check-in and came out of the ancestral hall with relaxed expressions, ready to begin their day's work.

(A hodgepodge of worlds, zombies, ghosts, monsters, and war—strangely sensitive words)