My game even includes ancient times

After seeing the guests off, He Yu glanced at the wall clock and saw that fifteen minutes had passed. She quickly walked to the recliner, sat down, and picked up her phone to start a game.

The game takes place at dusk, and He Yu goes to the woodshed to check on He Shi.

He remained seated on the woodpile, eyes closed and motionless.

The beggars remained lying on the ground, without even changing their positions.

He Yu exited the game, and after ten minutes, she opened it again.

It was already dark in the game at this point.

In the dark woodshed, He Shi shifted his position, looking listless, his once bright and lustrous eyes now dim.

He Yu felt sorry for him, gently patted his head, and whispered, "Wait, I'll avenge you right away!"

She then went to check on Young Master Li and Butler Zhang to confirm that they hadn't started their operation yet. She then opened the map and, seeing that there were almost no pedestrians on the nearby streets, selected a location on the map and clicked on it.

The scene shifts, and He Yu looks at the scene on the screen, his eyes slightly narrowed, and reaches out to start operating it.

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There is no curfew in Yuanshan County, but the winter nights are cold and there are not many entertainment venues in the county town, so as soon as it gets dark, people go home and almost no one wanders around the streets.

But tonight was different. At the end of the deserted street, a series of stiff, dragging footsteps suddenly rang out, approaching slowly and stopping in front of the Li family mansion gate.

Under the hazy moonlight, the two stone lions suddenly began to spin in place.

With a teeth-grinding creak, the stone lions turned from facing forward to facing to the sides, back to back, as if they dared not look directly at the dark figure standing between them.

The figure was very tall and stood stiffly. The surroundings were cold and silent. In the darkness, one could vaguely see that he was wearing a dark gray cloak soaked in mud.

The dark figure lifted a leg and stepped onto the stairs, swaying from side to side like a roly-poly toy, but quickly regained its balance. Then it lifted the other leg and continued walking uphill, swaying from side to side until it reached the front door.

The latch rattled and silently flew off, landing on the ground. The vermilion gate slowly opened to both sides, the creaking of the hinges sounding unusually loud in the cold night.

In the gatehouse closest to the main gate, the gatekeeper, Old Zhao, was awakened by the commotion.

He groggily put on his clothes, lit the lantern on the table, picked it up, and yawned as he pushed open the door to go out and check.

Startled by the cold wind, Old Zhao shivered violently. He quickly closed the door to prevent the cold air from getting into the room, then took two steps toward the gate, holding a lantern.

His raised foot suddenly froze, and then his body began to tremble even more violently than before, and he could barely hold the lantern in his hand.

In his line of sight, a dark figure leaped over the threshold, its posture stiff and eerie, and slowly walked into the courtyard.

The once wide-open door slowly closed behind it, the latch flying up from the ground and accurately locking the door shut.

The dark figure, covered in mud and with disheveled hair, staggered towards the central courtyard.

Its walking posture is very awkward, its legs seem to be unable to bend, and it moves forward alternately like two chopsticks, carrying its upper body forward.

Despite feeling dizzy, Old Zhao shouted in a trembling voice, "Who goes there!"

The dark figure stopped walking and turned its head toward Old Zhao, twisting it into a position that a living person couldn't reach, so that they stared at each other.

Old Zhao regretted shouting as soon as he finished, and then, startled by the dark figure, he let out a scream and fainted.

The lantern fell to the ground, rolled, and went out.

Old Zhao's voice woke up the servants in the front yard, and even the people living in the middle yard could vaguely hear something.

Some people put on their clothes and went out to check, while others sat up in confusion, wondering what had happened.

But then, a series of screams from the courtyard made everyone tense, and they all hid in their houses, afraid to make a sound.

Steward Zhang looked grimly at the two servants who scrambled in, one of whom had even lost his shoes in the process.

"What on earth is going on in the front yard?! So many people are making such a racket, what if they offend the master, mistress, young master, and young lady in the back yard? Who can bear the consequences?!"

"Butler Zhang... Butler Zhang, there's a ghost! There's a ghost ahead, no, not a ghost, it's... it's a zombie, Butler Zhang! Help! Help, help me!"

The two servants were so frightened that tears and snot streamed down their faces. They scurried behind Steward Zhang and, ignoring his shouts, plunged into the backyard while wailing.

Watching the two men's disheveled figures, Butler Zhang laughed in fury, then abruptly flicked his sleeve: "Well... well, you've really grown bold, daring to disobey my orders..."

Just as he was about to chase after it to the backyard, he suddenly caught a glimpse of a dark figure appearing in front of the door that connected to the front yard.

Another one? These servants have absolutely no manners!

Butler Zhang rushed angrily to the dark figure, ready to kick him hard to teach him a lesson and show him what rules and manners are!

About ten feet away from the shadowy figure, the previously aggressive Steward Zhang suddenly stopped in his tracks.

wrong.

Although the light was dim, he could still see the strangeness of the shadowy figure. Not only were its movements stiff and lifeless, but its shape also seemed vaguely familiar to him.

Steward Zhang froze on the spot, hesitant, while the dark figure continued to approach him step by step.

As they drew closer, Butler Zhang could vaguely recognize the face of the dead man, smeared with mud.

He took a step back in disbelief, staring at the dark figure, speechless for a long time.

The dark figure seemed to recognize him as well, and suddenly sped up, arriving within three feet of Butler Zhang in the blink of an eye.

Smelling the stench of the earth mixed with the stench of a corpse so close at hand, Butler Zhang faced the shocking face. Extreme terror made his eyes roll back, his throat tighten, and he made a "gurgling" sound. He almost fainted in the next second.

But the shadowy figure prevented him from fainting.

It raised its right arm straight up and swung it in a wide arc, slamming it hard into Butler Zhang's face. Butler Zhang screamed and spun around, crashing to the ground where he groaned twice, spitting out a few broken teeth. He stared blankly at the night sky, whimpering softly in pain, his whole body trembling involuntarily.

Suddenly, the night sky in front of him began to move. Zhang, the housekeeper, whose head was ringing from being hit, was stunned for a long time before he slowly realized that he was being dragged along the ground by his ankles.

He struggled to get up, but the man gripping his ankle had a hand as strong as an iron clamp, his fingers not loosening at all, and he walked forward slowly and steadily.

The commotion in the central courtyard was so great that, along with the two servants who broke into the backyard, the Li family patriarch, madam, several concubines, and young masters and ladies were all awakened from their sleep. They quickly dressed and went out with their maids and servants to investigate.

In the quiet of the night, the lights in the Li residence were lit one by one, and it began to come alive.