At the door of the yard, a human-shaped object was slid against the door frame, and through the crack, his eyes were staring straight at Jiang Ye.

Jiang Ye was about to set off, but the figure had disappeared.

In the quiet night, the white ghost giggled, and the eyes were no longer clear.

And the blood book he wrote was only one and a half lines.

With a knife in the sky, Jiang Ye turned the white mist into a ball, opened his mouth and swallowed it.

【Devouring the Low-level Ghost Thought Aggregation】

【Life life + 9 days】

【Attribute + 3 points】

【Esophagus +15%】

...

"Dongdongdongdongdong."

"Donor, have you slept?"

The knocking sounded, and it was the little monk who opened the door for Jiang Ye who knocked on Jiang Ye's guest room door.

The candles in Jiangye's room were lit, and a shadow appeared in the room.

The shadows look quite tall and are erratic and distorted due to candlelight.

The little shaman swallowed, and the hair on her body also stood up.

The shadows swaying in the room seemed to become strange. Huitong quietly took a step back half a step behind her, and now she was in a dilemma.

"Squeak."

As the door opened, Jiang Ye's figure appeared.

Huitong breathed a sigh of relief and let down her suspended heart. For some reason, he was afraid that he hadn't come. It was not until he saw Jiang Ye and Shan's face that he calmed down.

"Amitabha, I've disturbed Donor Fan to rest." The little monk clasped his hands and pronounced the Buddha's name.

"My little master, what happened? I heard a scream just now." Jiang Ye asked with a preemptive call.

Huitong, who was holding the lantern, looked panicked and shook her head and said, "The little monk doesn't know. Because of this, the heads asked us to ask all the guests."

Huitong really didn't know what happened. He was cleaning the Great Buddha Courtyard just now. If his senior brother hadn't called him, it might have been delayed. He was so scared that he rolled out of the Great Buddha Courtyard, and then he heard a scream of "Ah".

I was so scared that I was trembling and creepy that I didn’t say that I used to look very peaceful and quiet, the atmosphere became terrifying because of the screams.

Reminding the reactions of the first and the abbot of the four major courtyards, Huitong always felt that his temple was hiding something.

"I've disturbed the donor's rest, and the monk has to comfort other guests." Huitong proclaimed the Buddha's name.

"It's not a big deal, go, Master." Jiang Ye nodded with a smile, closed the door again, and breathed a sigh of relief.

He rushed back to the wing just now. Jiang Ye knew that since there were things hidden in the temple, the abbot and others would not know nothing and would definitely send someone to check if there were any guests there.

That's why Jiang Ye rushed back quickly and even used his own butcher form.

It is precisely because of this that because of the aura of fear, Huitong was suppressed by the aura for a moment.

...

Huitong went to see the doors of other guests, and Jiang Ye also returned to the guest room from outside and frowned.

The eyes in the crack gave him a little strange, and the most important thing was that the owner of the eye coughed and the white ghost could no longer speak.

Jiang Ye felt that even he had to avoid his strength.

The blood book on the blank page was opened, with only one and a half lines.

【There is a difference in the holy water, the big Buddha in the Gushan Temple...】

It ended abruptly.

"Grandma's!"

Jiang Ye pursed his lips and frowned. He was completely confused. He knew that the Buddha in the Great Buddha Courtyard should be a person or Buddha statue in the Great Buddha Courtyard.

There must be one of the two that has problems, and it is not ruled out that both have problems.

This "holy water is different" really makes Jiang Ye unable to understand.

"In total, there are fourteen words, I gave two tips. It would be great if you wrote it briefly."

Jiang Ye sighed, poured the mineral water beside him into the teacup, and savored these two tips carefully.

Jiang Ye felt that if those four players were braver, they would probably get a lot of information from the White Ghost, but unfortunately they left.

The prompt was also asked Jiang Ye to intercept the bell, and even the white ghost shadow was eaten by Jiang Ye.

...

The four people were still in shock and welcomed the little monk Huitong to visit again.

When the knock on the door rang, the expressions on their faces became stiff.

After hearing the question from the little monk Huitong, he gave a sigh of relief.

I was really scared.

Before they could come out of the shadow of the densely dense ghosts like woods in the backyard of the Buddhist temple, they ran into knocking on the door again.

After sending Huitong, Yi Shenghong breathed a sigh of relief, with the face of the survivor of the disaster: "Huh, fortunately we came back in time. If we were blocked, it would be troublesome."

The little monks knocked on the door one by one. Although they came back some time in advance, they didn't have much time to prepare, so they seemed a little hasty. Fortunately, they had already dealt with it, and now they gathered to discuss it again.

The tall and thin fingers leaning against the beam held the cigarette butt and took a deep breath without dusting the ash. The trembling fingers were enough to make the ash fall off automatically because of fear.

"The plot mission is nowhere to be found. Since it is a survival mission, there must be a way out." Feng Xing, who looked very resolute, frowned. They are level 6 or 7 players themselves, and the system will not arrange mortal tasks for them.

Therefore, there must be a way to live.

"Maybe that white ghost and that large black ghost are the way to live." The Immortal Flower Blossom flashed.

She kept thinking about why the white ghost didn't attack them, and the other party seemed to want to say something.

If setting up white ghosts is not dangerous, then the other party must want to remind them of something.

“Does it…?”

The tall and thin man was stunned for a moment, stuffed the cigarette butt in his hand into a mineral water bottle and threw it into his backpack, then looked at the other three players who were sitting or standing, or leaning against him.

"Can you say that the white ghost is actually a task prompt, not a danger!" Xiaoqin looked at the Immortal Flower Blossom, and then he said in surprise after realizing it.

Feng Xing hesitated a little and sighed, "This is not ruled out."

If this is true, their losses will be significant. Not only will the monks be alarmed in vain, but they will also gain nothing at night.

"Or why should we go back and have a look?" The tall and thin light and shadow passed by, suggested with some enthusiasm.

At that time, they had to quickly evacuate the backyard because of the howling of the passing light.

It was only then that they suddenly realized that maybe they were not out of danger, but they had lost the opportunity, even though no one wanted to blame the passing of light and shadow.

After all, everyone ran away, and none of them thought that it was actually not a danger.

In fact, even now, players are not sure whether it is a danger or an opportunity, but they all feel that there are more opportunities.

Now is not the time to share the blame. It is only the first day. If the matter is disbanded due to this, the next six days will definitely be even more difficult, and in the end it will be not far from the group destruction.

"Why don't you wait a little longer and go back?" Feng Xing looked at the two people beside him.

The short one's lifelong Hongchen exchanged a wink with Feng Xing.

The Immortal Flowers sitting at the table frowned slightly and nodded. Although she felt that the opportunity would not be left there again, it was always a breakthrough.

If you go and see, you have half the chance, half the chance, and half the chance. As for whether you can get useful information, no one can tell, but if you don’t go and see, even the remaining half will become nothing.

However, if they want to find the white ghost shadow, they will be destined to be useless.

late at night.

"Squeak."

The crack in the door opened quietly, and the sound was not loud or harsh, just like the usual breeze.

A blood-filled eye was observed through the crack of the door and everything in the room.

The eyes turned, and the boundary between the whites of the eyes and the pupils was so turbid that it could not be distinguished. The bloodshots meandered and looked straight towards the direction of the horizontal couch. More than a dozen young monks were sleeping in the horizontal couch, lined up in a row.

“Cruff.”

The door slowly opened, and a hunched object tentatively stretched out a dry foot as bark as a tree, like an animal, tentatively stepped in.

His eyes never left the faces of those little monks from beginning to end.

After stepping in and retracting, he tried for a few moments, but seeing that there was no reaction, the hunched thing quietly walked in and closed the door casually.

"Bada, sb..."

The slight footsteps seemed so weird in the room.

The hunched creature walked to the edge of the bed, and the little monk's face was sleeping at the head of the bed. He glanced at the eyeball, but he didn't stay for a long time and started walking towards the next one.

Huiming woke up from his dream, rubbed his eyes in a daze, and saw a hunched black shadow. Standing not far from him, the other party stretched out a scarlet tongue and slowly stretched towards the head of a little novice monk.
Chapter completed!