I Have Yet to Become a Doll Today

The answer wasn’t, of course, “tomorrow,” so the old woman didn’t say anything, just watched them with a baffling stare.

“Miaoxue!” Du Lai pulled Fu Miaoxue back, concern for her safety evident.

“You’re so annoying~” Fu Miaoxue frowned and pulled her hand back, before bouncing back to the old woman and said, “Hey, your three daughters will be back the day after tomorrow~”

The old woman: “…”

Bai Youwei already knew what Fu Miaoxue was up to, and she struggled to hold back laughter.

Fu Miaoxue noticed her and shot her an annoyed glance: “What are you laughing at? If a method works, that’s all that matters, right? Who knows how much time would be wasted finding clues for the Mid-Autumn Festival!”

Bai Youwei, smiling, agreed: “Yes, you’re absolutely right~”

Fu Miaoxue turned back to continue: “Hey, your three daughters will be back in three days~

Your daughters will be back in four days~

Your daughters will be back in five days~

…”

The old woman: “…”

Her weathered face stiffened slightly.

In the quiet, morose farmhouse, only Fu Miaoxue’s clear and crisp answers could be heard.

Bai Youwei was holding back laughter the whole time, thoroughly amused.

Shen Mo and Du Lai both couldn’t suppress their amusement — they hadn’t expected Fu Miaoxue to discover such a bug in the game. Since the amount of answers were unlimited, it would only take a couple of hours to express sixty days — or even six hundred days.

Before they knew it, Fu Miaoxue had counted up to the forty-first day.

“…Your daughters will be back in forty-one days~

Your daughters will be back in forty-two days~

Your daughters will be back in forty-three days~

Your daughters…”

Finally, the old woman reacted. She tapped the pipe in her hand against the doorframe and scowled at Fu Miaoxue: “Old man, did you hear? These outsiders say our daughters won’t be back for another forty-three days.”

Ms. Fu put her hands on her waist victoriously and shot a glance back at Du Lai.

“Oh, thank you… Cough, cough!” The old man inside the house coughed, then said, “What do the outsiders want in our house?”

“They want to ask about the Li family next door,” the old woman replied expressionlessly.

The old man inside murmured, “I’m not well. My spirit is low. If you don’t have more than three questions, I should be able to answer a couple.”

Fu Miaoxue immediately demanded, “How can we clear the game? Why does the corpse carrier keep carrying corpses? What should we do to stop the corpse carrier?”

She asked all three questions at once, not leaving any chance for others to inquire.

Bai Youwei was speechless and stared at her wide-eyed.

A moment ago, she thought Fu Miaoxue’s cleverness was like a firecracker. It could give the game an unexpected jolt! But now she realized that this firecracker could also explode on them! She was too unpredictable!

The old man in the house was silent for a long time.

Finally, he answered slowly, “I’m too old to understand what the guests mean … What do the guests want to ask?”

The wife outside the house coldly said, “My husband only knows things related to the neighbours. For other things, you might want to try asking someone else.”

“Oh,” Fu Miaoxue replied casually, “then I want to ask…”

Before she could finish, Du Lai grabbed her arm, “Wait before asking.”

He reminded her, “We have three questions. Think carefully before asking.”

But Fu Miaoxue frowned, “But what you want to ask, is not necessarily what I want to ask.”

“Then let each side ask one.” Bai Youwei suggested, “Shen Mo and I will ask one, you two ask another, and the last question is decided by all of us together. Is that okay?”

Fu Miaoxue thought about it, figuring she wouldn’t be at a disadvantage, she nodded, “Okay.”

So, the first question was posed by Shen Mo:

“How did Li Qianggui die?”