The shrill screams echoed in the night, becoming more lonely and terrifying.
Run away quickly?
In this situation, Zhang Yuanqing felt his scalp tightening and a chill rising in his heart as he listened to the screams played by Elvis Presley's speakers.
He never expected that the Elvis Presley speaker would give such a prompt.
This is by no means good news.
Zhang Yuanqing waited silently for a moment. When he saw that the Elvis Presley speaker did not "speak" anymore, his heart suddenly sank and he slapped it:
"Hey, you don't want to stay in this hellish place forever. If you have any ideas, please tell me immediately. We can work together to leave together."
But this time, Elvis Presley's speaker never responded, even though he took out the Bloodthirsty Blade to threaten.
So, its only suggestion is to escape?
Seeing that Elvis Speaker could not get reliable information here, Zhang Yuanqing quickly calmed down, used his own advantages, and started analysis.
He first sorted out the known information and found that when the old man mentioned the paper man, he only said that the paper man would appear at the second watch, without any further description.
When talking about the ghost doll, it is said that the ghost doll asks to play games.
"It seems that the paper man is different from the ghost doll. The latter can be avoided by relying on rules, but the paper man cannot, so he can only fight head-on. There is no shortcut."
"The prompt given by Elvis Presley's speaker is to escape. This is already telling the problem. The paper man is probably more dangerous than the ghost doll. This is a copy. If I could escape, I would have escaped. Do you still need to remind me?"
"There is too little information about the paper man. If you want to defeat it, you must first find out the details. Fortunately, I have always been cautious and asked more questions."
He asked the old man where the box of rouge was.
The answer I got was that it was still at Mr. Xu’s home.
Then the next goal is very clear, find Mr. Xu's house and find the box of rouge.
During the introduction, you should be able to get a lot of useful information.
"It's been almost half an hour since the ghost doll left. There are two hours between the first watch and the second watch. I still have an hour and a half. This village is quite small, so it's a bit difficult to find Mr. Xu's house in an hour and a half.
big."
Zhang Yuanqing looked at the deep night, pondered for a few seconds, and came up with an idea.
——Swallow the villagers’ spirits to get the answer.
Wang Xiaoer is an important NPC and cannot eat spirits. Villagers can, right?
He led the Dead No. 1, picked the nearest stone house, and walked straight into it.
"Hoho~"
Hearing the noise, the two Inferi in the room had cruel blood in their pupils, and they rushed towards them with their teeth and claws open.
Dead No. 1 strode forward, swept out his right leg like a whip, and kicked the corpse's head. Then, using the inertia of the whip leg, he rotated his body half a circle, used his right arm, and punched the male corpse's head.
Flesh and blood tissue accompanied by bone fragments spattered like raindrops.
The two headless corpses ran forward a few steps and fell to the ground.
Dark energy emerged from Zhang Yuanqing's eyes, filling his eye sockets and swallowing up the remaining spiritual bodies in the two Yin corpses.
Scenes of broken scenes flashed by, and he quickly found the residence of Mr. Xu from the mixed memory fragments. This teacher lived in a courtyard near the river in the west of the village. He was the most educated person in the village.
After knowing where Mr. Xu lived, Zhang Yuanqing was not in a hurry. He sat cross-legged on the spot and closed his eyes to rest.
With his current physical condition, there was no way he could cope with an unexpected accident. Rather than wandering around outside, it was better to seize the time to heal his injuries and regain his strength.
Unable to feel the passage of time in the silence, Zhang Yuanqing placed his left finger on his pulse to calculate the time.
The power of Taiyin around you is rich, nourishing the injured body, repairing broken bones, and restoring physical strength.
After his pulse beat 1,800 times, Zhang Yuanqing opened his eyes, his eyes bright and his malaise subsided.
The broken bones have been reconnected and fully restored, and his physical strength has returned to 70% of what it was at its peak.
"When I recover about 90% of my physical strength, I can use Xiaoyue again. It's a pity that I don't have food, otherwise I would have returned to my peak state by now."
He no longer hesitated and took the Dead One away from here and headed to the west of the village.
Ten minutes later, Zhang Yuanqing, who was walking on a narrow village road, heard the cheerful sound of a stream. He turned around a rammed earth house and saw a three-meter-wide river passing between the stone houses.
The water flow is fast but not urgent, and the gurgling sound is brisk.
After walking along the river for a few more minutes, we finally arrived outside the small courtyard where Mr. Xu lived.
At this time, there is still more than half an hour before the second watch.
For safety reasons, Zhang Yuanqing planned to let Dead Man 1 go in to explore while he stayed outside. Considering that the Yin Corpse did not have the vision to see through the darkness, he put a Yin-Yang robe on Dead Man 1.
The deceased No. 1 pressed the hospital door with both palms, exerting force silently. With the sound of the door axis grinding, the door slowly opened.
The Inferi were not afraid of the crisis in the dark and quickly entered the courtyard.
Whenever this happens, Zhang Yuanqing laments that he has the foresight to start preparing to refine the Inferi after the third level. Otherwise, in a copy full of dangers like this, if the main body is allowed to clear the mines, it will explode and return at some point.
fairy land.
After crossing the yard and pushing open the lattice door of the main house, Dead Man No. 1 stopped outside the threshold and spread his palms.
call!
A ball of fire rises, dispelling darkness and bringing light.
The furnishings in the main room came into view. There was a round table facing the door of the room. There were round stools beside the table and calligraphy and paintings hung on the wall.
On the left side of the door is a large wooden bed with a gauze hanging down, and on the right side are bookshelves and a rectangular desk.
No paper figures, no corpses.
It seems that when the villagers found Mr. Xu dead, they buried his body.
It's good that the paper man is not here. Zhang Yuanqing breathed a sigh of relief and immediately stepped across the stone threshold of the courtyard gate without forgetting to close the courtyard door. He walked through the small courtyard and arrived outside the main house to meet with the Inferi.
The paper man is different from the ghost doll. As long as there is an entity, it is impossible to ignore the physical obstacles and close the courtyard door, not to block the other party, but to act as a warning "bell".
One person and one corpse entered the main room, closed the door, Zhang Yuanqing extinguished the fireball, and looked at the darkness as if there was nothing. He first checked the bed, opened several boxes for quilts and clothes, and did not forget to lean over and take a look under the bed.
After confirming that the paper man was really not here, he walked to the desk and examined the objects on the table.
The first thing he noticed was a small and exquisite rouge box, half the size of a palm and one finger high. It was made of silver and consisted of a bottom and a lid. It was engraved with exquisite auspicious clouds and flower patterns.
Zhang Yuanqing reached out to pick up the rouge box and waited for a few seconds before the item attributes appeared:
[Name: Blood Rouge]
[Type: Cosmetics]
[Function: Spirit possession, bloodthirsty]
[Introduction: It is said that rouge made from the blood of eighty-eight girls will last for thousands of years and will never fade. It is a boudoir product that all women dream of. After the owner dies, it becomes a funerary object and is buried deep underground for many years.
, the resentful spirit in the box is nourished by the yin energy and becomes more fierce. Applying rouge on the cheeks or lips can attract the resentful spirit to possess it. The resentful spirit has a strong desire for blood, and only if enough blood essence is sacrificed
Only then can it be appeased.】
[Note 1: If you don’t kill someone, kill yourself. 】
[Note 2: In the next ten minutes, a certain function of the body will randomly become necrotic. 】
[Note 3: Among the dead girls, there is a bewitching demon, so be careful of its bewitchment. 】
"The rouge box is indeed a prop, and it is of extremely high quality. Even if it has not reached the saint level, it still has extraordinary peak quality. I feel it can be compared with the best equipment such as the Yin Yang Robe."
Zhang Yuanqing had an idea and wanted to put away the rouge box.
[Ding, this item cannot be collected.]
I knew nothing was so cheap. Zhang Yuanqing murmured in his heart.
As far as he knew, all props in the spiritual realm were unique, would not be refreshed, and would be gone if taken away.
According to the decrease or increase of props, the spirit realm will adjust the difficulty level on its own.
If the rouge box could be taken away, the devil would have taken it long ago and would not be able to leave it here.
Without the paper figures, maybe the difficulty level of "Aphasia Village" will drop.
"According to the explanation in Note 3, Mr. Xu should have been bewitched by the rouge box, so he put blush on the paper man, released the evil spirit in the rouge box, and died an unexpected death."
Zhang Yuanqing was thinking while looking at other items on the table.
——Several books related to the Ming Dynasty, and a hand-drawn, simple map.
The content of the book was in classical Chinese. Zhang Yuanqing flipped through it casually, then threw it aside and picked up the map to look at it carefully.
On the map, "houses" and "peaks" are outlined with simple lines, and a note is made at the bottom:
"The location of the ancient tomb is twenty-three miles southwest of the back mountain."
Zhang Yuanqing combined the books at hand and immediately understood that Mr. Xu was analyzing the location of the ancient tomb and the identity of the owner of the ancient tomb.
When he saw Wang Xiaoer getting treasure from the ancient tomb, he became greedy and wanted to enter the ancient tomb to make a fortune?
"But that's not right. Wang Xiaoer and the wandering Taoist priest wandered around the mountains all night before they found the entrance to the tomb. It is impossible for Mr. Xu to sit at home and analyze it out of thin air. He might have bought the rouge box from Wang Xiaoer.
I got information from the waiter.”
Zhang Yuanqing immediately put this question aside. How Mr. Xu knew the location of the ancient tomb was not important.
He turned his attention back to the item information of "Blood Rouge".
"According to the old man's description, Mr. Xu was sucked to death. This is consistent with the information introduced by Blood Rouge. Mr. Xu died, but the villagers next door did not die. That night, the paper man only killed Mr. Xu."
Suddenly, a subtle "squeak" sound came from the yard, interrupting Zhang Yuanqing's thinking.
The sound was very slight, but in the quiet night, any movement would be amplified.
Zhang Yuanqing suddenly raised his head and looked out the door, his body tensing up like a conditioned reflex.
Fuck, it’s already the second update
After becoming the Night Wandering God, Zhang Yuanqing had not had this thrilling feeling of scalp numbness for a long time. The last time he had this feeling was in the mountain temple. As an ordinary person at that time, he relied on his desire to survive to hold his breath.
Otherwise, I would have been frightened to death by the weirdness and horror in the mountain temple.
But now, he has regained his original feeling after a long absence.
Zhang Yuanqing did not rush out to find the paper man to fight to the death. Instead, he took the Dead Man No. 1 and quickly ran towards the bed and hid under the bed quietly.
He held the shoulders of Dead One and entered the night tour.
Night Travel can shield his breath and hide his figure, so the paper man should not be able to detect him. Zhang Yuanqing planned to observe it first, and then consider whether to retreat or make a sneak attack.
As soon as one person and one body were hidden under the bed, the door of the main room was pushed open a crack.
Then, a foot wearing a red embroidered shoe crossed the threshold.
Then there is the other foot wearing an embroidered shoe.
During this process, Zhang Yuanqing heard a subtle, slightly crisp "rustling" sound, which was the sound caused by the friction of paper.
It’s a paper man!
After the pair of feet wearing embroidered shoes crossed the threshold, they stopped at the round table and stood there, motionless for a while, like a real person stuck in paper.
Zhang Yuanqing observed the paper figure and sensed a rich and deep Yin Qi from it, which was far better than the Yin Qi of the ghost doll.
He moved a few centimeters away to widen his field of vision so that he could observe the entire paper figure.
The darkness could not affect the Night Walker's vision. He stared intently and saw clearly the appearance of the paper man. It was a paper-cut man wearing bright red clothes, looking like a blood shadow in the darkness.
Its face is made of white paper, so white that it oozes through, but its cheeks are smeared as bright red as blood, and its lips are rouged. The most oozing thing is that the paper pricks the eye sockets, and there are two wisps of scarlet.
Pale white and bright red appear at the same time on a dull and stiff face. Anyone who sees this face will feel panicked.
Zhang Yuanqing silently retracted his head.
At this time, Zhizharen, who had been standing there for a long time, walked towards the desk with strange steps.
Its walking posture is very weird, its knee joints don't seem to bend, and it walks in a stiff goose step. The distance of each step is the same, and the intervals between steps are also the same.
There is absolutely no way humans can follow such an accurate and regular pace.
It walked from the round table to the desk, a distance of four or five meters, for more than ten seconds, and finally stopped at the desk, its head hanging stiffly, as if looking at something on the table.
What desk is it looking at?! Zhang Yuanqing was shocked. He quickly recalled it and made sure that he had reset the things, and then he breathed a sigh of relief.
The paper man stayed at the desk for a moment, turned around with stiff knees, and walked towards the bed.
Zhang Yuanqing's relaxed spirit tightened again.
"Shasha." The paper man was very light, and his footsteps were also very light.
Zhang Yuanqing's eyes were fixed on the pair of embroidered shoes, watching them take a stiff goose step, approach step by step, and finally stop by the bed.
Although he was traveling at night, Zhang Yuanqing still held his breath.
After the paper-tied man came to the bedside, he began to stand for a long time again.
At this time, Zhang Yuanqing only had half a minute left for his night tour.
At this time, the pair of embroidered shoes was less than fifteen centimeters away from his face.
After the suffocating silence, the paper man turned around stiffly and walked out with light steps.
Finally gone, Zhang Yuanqing wanted to breathe a sigh of relief.
Suddenly, the paper-tied man suddenly stopped, with his back facing the direction of the bed, motionless.
Zhang Yuanqing's field of vision was blocked by the edge of the bed, and he could only see the area where the paper pricked the person's calf, but not the area above.
Why doesn't it move?
Zhang Yuanqing was puzzled in his heart, always paying attention to him who was stuck in the paper, and then saw a terrifying scene.
The man with his back turned to him slowly bent down, lowered his head, and looked under the bed from between his legs.
Zhang Yuanqing saw that pale face without the breath of life.
