"Is this okay?" Lin Xi twitched the corner of his mouth and kept up with the simple pace, "Master, when did your skill package expand so widely..."
It's not surprising that the wind keeps coming. After all, the simple and amazing expressions in the previous script are still vivid in my mind. Compared with these, using cosmetics to make torches... is extremely normal.
"Did you hear Xiao Linzi?" Zhao Zichao glanced at Lin Xi with an air of dignity, and then walked over. He deliberately slowed down his speech: "Watch it well, study hard -"
"Childish." Lin Xi looked at him and then angrily changed the subject, "Are we going up the mountain now?"
"That's right, if you stand high, you can see far..."
A few minutes later, Jian Jian stopped. In front of him was an upward mountain road and a stone gate with a strong sense of age. There was a shabby plaque hanging above it with the words "Qianluo Village" crookedly written on it.
Two tall stone beasts were sitting on the left and right sides of the gate. One was missing its eyes and the other was missing its tail, which looked quite strange.
"It looks a bit like the gate of the shrine in Itomori Town," Zhao Zichao looked up at the plaque above and sighed, "It feels so shocking."
"Indeed, the shrine has a strong sense of déjà vu," Lin Xi touched the cold stone beast. The surface was smooth and the texture was like polished jade. "It feels quite good, but this kind of guardian beast...
These villagers didn’t believe in cults before, right?”
"It looks very weird," Feng Bubu didn't dare to step forward. She looked at the stone door and then joined the discussion, "But after so many years, this stone beast is still so clean, without any strange power or confusion.
I don’t believe it…”
Compared with the subjective assumptions here, the style of painting on the other side is completely different.
"Hmm... Visually, the stone gate is 9 meters high and 5 meters wide. It is just a symbolic village entrance gate, and it may also have certain religious meanings." Jian Yan said to himself while carefully observing the surrounding situation.
He leaned down and touched the bumpy steps in front of him, "It has been at least thirty years. It seems that this is the Qianluo Village mentioned in the cg... but it is both a strange beast and a ghost house. This is a feudal and superstitious place.
The smell is a bit strong.”
"There is no useful information," Jian Yan looked at the stone beast, made a conclusion and continued walking up the mountain, "This place looks quite like the underworld, so it's best not to stay too long."
"It turns out that there are still things in the world, Master, do you think there are things from the underworld?" Zhao Zichao complained, and a picture of when he was learning sketching from Jian Yi in high school suddenly appeared in his mind, "What happened when you used the real skeleton for us to draw?
I don’t feel like the underworld!”
"The pursuit of art is also called the underworld?" Lin Xi seized the opportunity and mocked, "I think some people are timid, tsk tsk tsk."
"What kind of studio is this? You are worthy of being a student of Master Jian..." Feng Bubuxi even felt that he was a little used to it. After all, could the person who stayed with Jian Yi be a normal person?
…
five minutes later.
"Master Jian, this mountain seems to be more underworld..." Even though it was summer, Feng Bu stopped still felt a bone-chilling chill. The building in front of him was not said to be a sinister wind, but at least it was worthy of the term "evil spirit".
Words.
Facing the group of four people is a wooden gate, with the door-god duo Yuchi Jingde and Qin Qiong on the left and right sides. Entering through this gate means they have entered the village.
The few houses at the entrance of the village are obviously tile-roofed houses from the last century. They are very dilapidated. There are also some unknown pictures painted with red paint on the walls. They are nothing more than ghosts and ghosts, but they are particularly scary because they are hidden in the darkness.
terror.
But what is truly terrifying is the whining sound that the wind makes when it passes through the gaps in the tile-roofed house. It is like the groan of an old man, hoarse and scary.
Jian Yi and Lin Xi were okay, but Zhao Zichao and Feng Jiabao were really frightened and gave them goosebumps.
"Um... do we want to go in?" Zhao Zichao shook the flashlight in his hand and shined twice on the graffiti on the wall. It was obvious that he didn't want to do a mission in this scary village because it was too scary.
After listening to Zhao Zichao's coward's speech, he took a brief look at the surrounding environment and got a basic idea of Qianluo Mountain: Qianluo Mountain is a flat-top mountain. As the name suggests, the top of the mountain is flat land, so the villagers will choose to live here.
"You guys wait where you are," he thought for a moment and handed the torch to Lin Xi, who he felt was the most reliable, "I'll be back as soon as I can."
Relying on the blessing of the divine mask, he is not very afraid of things like gods and ghosts. Although being alone is taboo in horror movies, strong people are not afraid of being alone.
For example, in Lin Zhengying's various movies, even if he is alone, they are always about Taoist priests killing zombies.
"Eh?" Lin Xi turned her head in surprise, "Are you going alone?"
"I played one more copy than you guys, and I have weapons on me." Jian Jian responded, then walked around the woods to explore.
This script is not a limited script, which is a good thing for him. It not only greatly improves his combat effectiveness, but also allows him to explore the specific use of the Godhead Mask.
But again, this kind of open type copy is much more difficult than limited type copy.
Because in limited-type dungeons, the biggest problems are often puzzle solving and reasoning; in open-type dungeons, combat effectiveness is also an important factor in determining victory or defeat.
In such a dungeon where ghosts and gods exist, fighting is certainly not a good choice.
Jian Yi continued to walk forward. There were no strange sounds in the dark woods. Compared to the village just now, it was obviously quieter here.
A minute later, the scene in front of him became familiar again.
That's right, he's back where he was.
"Hmm... Is it really a ghost hitting the wall..." Jian Yi's voice sounded faintly, which seemed particularly scary in the dark environment, "It's coming back again?"
"Who's talking!" Zhao Zichao, who had his back turned to Jian Yi, was too frightened to look back and hurriedly hid behind Lin Xi, "Over there, there's a ghost over there!"
"You fool, take your hand away, and you're almost in my arms..." Lin Xi glanced at Zhao Zichao, then shook his hand away, "It's the master who's back."
Jian Yi smiled and teased: "Seeing that you are so scared, how about I add some collectibles to your room in the future?"
"No, no, no, I'm not afraid..." Zhao Zichao felt a little weak and quickly changed the subject, "So what is the situation now?"
"We probably won't be able to get out," Jian Jian briefly stated the situation at the edge of the woods. "As expected, ghosts and gods do exist in this script."
"Hmm... It takes less than a minute to walk around the edge of such a large mountain top," Lin Xi pondered for a moment, "A ghost wall?"
"It's very possible," Jian Yi took the torch from her hand and returned the flashlight to Zhao Zichao, "If that's true, I'm afraid the way down the mountain will be the same. In other words, we are trapped on the mountain now."
He moved his gaze behind Zhao Zichao, but there was no one there.
Jian Yi suddenly realized a serious question: "Where did Feng Bu stop just go?"
