Chapter 41: The first thing to do in return is to brush the store
Gu Mo walked down from the top floor of an unfinished building in a dim environment. As he approached the bottom floor, he vaguely heard the sound of someone coming.
He couldn't help but frown slightly. It was already close to two o'clock in the morning in the real world. Who would come to such a ghost place? Although there was a small gang activity here before, they were scared away by him.
It's here, and it's not like it's still active at this time.
Subconsciously, he stepped lightly.
If it were Gu Mo in the past, he would be alone in such a group of unfinished buildings in the suburbs in the middle of the night, listening to the sound of the night wind whistling outside, and suddenly aware of strange noises coming from the empty building, pointing out.
You may be frightened.
But now, he has no idea about this at all - it's not that he has concluded that it can't be a ghost or anything at the first time, it's just because he doesn't feel scared at all... After all, he just learned from the previous one
When the world withdraws, I don’t know how many of these things will be beaten to death.
"...The story I'm going to tell you next is called The Schoolhouse of Wrongful Souls..."
Deliberately suppressed voices came from the floors below, as if they were pretending to be mysterious. Although such whispers did not reach the level of whispering into the ear, they were not far off. If it were not only one floor away,
Then Gu Mo's current hearing may really not be able to catch it.
He stood at the top of the stairs on the upper floor, looking at the swaying firelight below, listening to the young man's mysterious voice telling ghost stories, and occasionally some suppressed exclamations and surprises from other people.
As soon as he agreed, his whole expression became quite subtle.
After listening patiently for a while, he roughly understood the specific situation amid the mixed conversations of those people.
It seems that I have to start from before I entered the dungeon. In order to clear the place, I scared away the small group that was operating near this unfinished building. However, some mythical rumors spread because of this. Now it seems that they are a group of hormones.
A surplus of young men and women come here in the middle of the night looking for excitement.
"I'm so busy..."
Gu Mo sighed softly, feeling a little nostalgic for his previous days. However, although he was quite leisurely before, he would not do such a thing and would rather stay at home and play games.
Open your eyes wide and look around, using your own spiritual vision to confirm that there is indeed no strange smell in the surrounding environment. The real world seems to be an ordinary, unremarkable world... especially...
For Gu Mo, who has begun to master special energy, he can feel the lack of "spiritual energy" in the real world.
It’s as if the eyes are born to see and the ears are born to hear. After transforming into the first energy form that is unique to him, he seems to have a mysterious sensory perception, and the whole world is different. He can
I can roughly feel that there is some strange energy floating between heaven and earth.
And although it had only just transformed into extraordinary power not long ago, Gu Mo could probably feel that perhaps special energy should be like this - it could be obtained through the transformation of life force, or it could be replenished by absorbing external energy.
The external energy mentioned here refers to something similar to the vitality of the world. It is difficult for Gu Mo to describe the specifics. He can only say that it is roughly the nature of such a feeling.
During the Warring States Period, he did not have special energy, so he did not know what the situation was like in that world. In the previous copy of the Modern God Story, he felt this feeling for the first time.
It’s a clear comparison, but it’s hard to understand what level it is.
It was only now that he returned to the real world that Gu Mo suddenly realized that he, who had just adapted to the spiritual environment, was now like a fish flapping on the shore.
If the previous hospital could only allow him to make a preliminary judgment, now it has basically confirmed the general situation of the entire real world. There is almost no aura at all, which is very consistent with the positioning of reality without any miracles and magic. p>
He no longer stopped, but walked straight downstairs. The sound of brisk footsteps echoed in the empty and silent building, which seemed abrupt and ethereal.
After all, it is an unfinished building. It just built a framework and has been abandoned to this day. It has no decoration and is as empty as a pigeon cage. Moreover, it is located in the suburbs. There is not much popularity around it. It is quiet in the dead of night and everything is silent.
The sound will be amplified and appear weird for no reason.
It's just that Gu Mo didn't cover up his steps at all, and on the floor downstairs, the seven or eight young people gathered around a bonfire in the empty hall seemed to be completely unaware, and they were still talking vividly alone.
While telling his own ghost story, several other people hugged their knees and listened quietly with bated breath.
The place where they were sitting was some distance away from the stairs, but not too far. Gu Mo came down from the top and saw them at a glance, but of course he had no interest in joining in the fun, so he didn't say hello or anything, but
I stopped and looked at it for a while, then turned around and continued walking downstairs.
And just after his footsteps faded away, another six or seven minutes passed, and the young man telling the story finally stopped and looked around with satisfaction, waiting for the reaction of his companions.
"What..."
"That's right, I thought there would be some twist in the end."
"Can you do it? I thought you were joking!"
After a short silence, his companions had subtle expressions on their faces and began to discuss it in a whirlwind manner. They all denounced that his horror story was a joke. They were unanimous in their opinions. This made the young man's expression a little unbearable, and he became very angry.
Shout.
"What are you shouting for? What are you shouting for? Isn't that what you said before? A murder caused by a steamed bun, isn't it also funny?"
"Nonsense! That's a horror story I carefully prepared for several days, okay! Weren't you all scared just now?" A fat boy opposite had an unacceptable look on his face, and was angry that his friend wanted to escape.
Accusing, even opening your eyes and telling lies is dragging yourself down.
"..."
"..."
"Hey! Why didn't you say anything? Did you just applaud me just to be polite?" Sensing that the atmosphere suddenly became subtle, the fat boy seemed to have thought of something and pointed at the group of plastic friends with a shocked look on his face.
We cannot accept this fact.
"Well...it's okay for everyone to know some things, so why bother saying them..."
Some people smiled awkwardly and tried to fool them by saying haha.
"Okay, okay, are you all just having fun? There's no need to be so serious...I just took a photo of Ah Quan. Do you want to take a look, or who's turn it is, and start right away?"
The cute girl in the soft hat with rabbit ears took the initiative to smooth things over and waved the mobile phone in her hand.
From the beginning, she was filming everyone's performance, and naturally the boy just now was also filmed.
"Let's take a look first, let's see if Brother Quan is photogenic..."
"That's right, let's learn. If mine is too ugly, I will take another one..."
"Me too..."
A group of people swarmed around the girls, watching the shooting effects like before. They were not video broadcasters, but they were also not people who often stayed up in the middle of the night and went to abandoned properties in the suburbs to tell ghost stories.
It is also a ridiculous experience worth remembering.
Even though it was just noisy and I came here as soon as I slapped my forehead, I finally found no evidence that there was any haunting here, and I was so bored that I didn’t know what to do, so it developed into a situation where I spent long nights telling ghost stories... But
It was also a very interesting experience, and of course I had to record it.
"...The story I'm going to tell you next is called The Schoolhouse of Wrongful Souls..."
The video started to play, and a clear voice came from the mobile phone, and a group of people couldn't help laughing.
Only the young man named A Quan was not too comfortable, but he didn't care too much. After all, he had just seen others and knew that everyone was the same. They were not professionals. They were just taking pictures and having fun. Everyone was just having fun.
, don’t take it too seriously.
However, not long after the video was played, strange noises came from the video.
"What's the sound?" someone asked with a frown.
"It sounds like... footsteps?" Others listened carefully and found that besides the sound of storytelling, a footsteps slowly appeared.
Neither light nor heavy, from far to near.
It seemed that there was a sound of footsteps coming from upstairs first, slowly walking down, then passing this floor, and then walking down again... It was a normal thing at first, but everyone couldn't help but look at each other, and just felt
At the same time, my heart felt tingling.
After all, except for them, who else could come from this empty unfinished building? They had already checked it thoroughly before it got dark. This was true for every room on every floor. There was nothing missing.
...How could someone else come down from upstairs?
And at that time just now, everyone was sitting here, and the stairs were over there... It's impossible to say that you couldn't hear it, you could just see it at a glance.
"Wait, wait... did you capture something here...?"
There was a girl with a trembling voice, and she stretched out her trembling fingers and pointed at a corner of the phone screen.
Everyone looked closely and saw that the corner of the shooting angle was facing a part of the stairs. Due to the angle and hand shake, they were not able to capture everything, and it was not particularly clear. However, they could definitely see a pair of feet moving from
I walked up and down, then paused there for a long time, then turned around and disappeared from the edge of the screen.
Listening to the rhythm of footsteps, it seems that they are going downstairs.
Now it's even more creepy - just now, they were sitting here talking about ghost stories, but they didn't know that there were inaudible footsteps in this empty floor, and then there was something they didn't see.
Slowly walked down the stairs and stood there watching them for a while...
This association is almost instinctive, with pictures and sounds appearing in their minds.
Ever since I realized something was wrong, the atmosphere had become terrifying and silent. At this moment, the squeezing fear finally broke through the brain's rational suppression and completely transformed into high decibels——
"Ahhh——!!"
…………
"Eh..."
Outside the unfinished buildings, Gu Mo, who had walked a long distance, turned around and looked at the buildings behind him in surprise, which were like pigeon cages with only empty frames. Did he hear something just now?
Is there a loud screaming voice?
Did something really happen? Or was the ghost story so touching that a group of young people were frightened?
After squinting his eyes and looking at the real estate behind him for a while, he felt that it should be the latter. He shook his head helplessly, shrugged and continued to walk back along the road. There is still a distance from here to his residence, and here
It is also relatively remote and it is difficult to get a car.
Gu Mo didn't want to leave any obvious traces, so he decided to go back at night.
Speaking of which, he was indeed going to move. He had been thinking about this before. However, although the funds on hand had suddenly increased a lot, he was still unable to afford a house, so he decided to move temporarily.
Shelved it.
And after this dungeon, before he knew it, his funds had exceeded seven figures... Sure enough, "game currency" is the least valuable thing, especially when killing monsters, it will be lost.
The faster and more you swipe, the more money you will accumulate.
It just so happens that you can withdraw money for use... which is quite interesting.
It didn't take long for Gu Mo to return to his residence. At the gate of the community, he saw that the security guard at the gate had been replaced by Uncle Zhang. They chatted for a while and heard that Old Man Ding was too old to do this job.
Yes, I quit this job a few days ago.
This is fine, you are already so old, it would be great to just stay at home and enjoy the happiness...
Gu Mo didn't dwell on anything and just dealt with it casually. The main reason was that although Uncle Zhang was a rare person in this community who didn't like to talk too much, he was also a little curious about why he hadn't seen anyone for so long. It seemed like the first time in half a month.
When I saw him for the first time, I couldn't help but ask what kind of night shift job he was looking for.
This gave Gu Mo a sense of crisis, and he became more determined to move out as soon as possible. He really couldn't stay in this community.
After returning home, he checked whether the enchantment charms and other things he had set before going out had been triggered. After confirming that there was no problem, Gu Mo felt relieved and stood in front of the mirror in his bedroom again.
Opening the store page that can only be used in the real world with ease, he checked the daily refresh information. After all, he now holds the largest sum of money since entering the trap, three golden keys, and naturally feels rich.
.
The first is the sign-in reward. Today, as always, I gave 2,000 game coins. For Gu Mo now, this sign-in reward is no different from "Thank you for your patronage".
However, he did not expect this at first, but decisively checked the refresh of daily specials.
There are still three brand-new items displayed in sequence. The first one is a huge sword that looks very big and heavy. The sword body has a faint red light in the deep black. The words displayed below are "Dark Iron Heavy."
"Sword", the price is one million of the system's common currency, and you don't even need to use a key to buy it.
——Could it be the one that Dugu Qiu defeated?
Gu Mo was thoughtful and pondered a little, but finally passed it. If Dugu Qiubai's "Dugu Nine Swords" was here, he would make up his mind to buy it, but if he only had this dark iron heavy sword
...It doesn’t have much effect on him.
If the amount needed was less, he wouldn't mind buying it for collection or as a spare material, but it would be unrealistic to directly price it at one million and take away all his current net worth at once. This Xuan Tie
It was not a particularly magical and good material, so he naturally chose to give up rationally.
Gu Mo's eyes suddenly lit up, and the image of a swordsman with fluttering white clothes and an unworldly appearance was instantly sketched in his mind. That face was his own... Strength is a matter of one version, handsomeness is a lifetime matter, and
Isn’t the Sword Immortal both handsome and strong?!
But he didn't rush to make a choice, and looked at the third product next to him.
It was a small piece of crystal fragment, the whole body showed a clear and light pink color, but it also glowed with a faint blue and purple light, which seemed to contain strong spiritual power.