The so-called "hide-and-seek" is to require all the taskers to go into the fog at 7:30 and avoid monsters of different shapes without leaving the block called "Zhengxin Street".
Eleven people participated in this "hide and seek" game, including Song Chunyang who broke in halfway.
A man scoffed at the girl's warmheartedness, and said coldly, "Xiaoguan, why are you talking to him so much."
After a brief self-introduction, Song Chunyang learned that "Xiaoguan"'s real name is Guan Qiaoqiao.
She probably felt guilty for not being able to help Song Chunyang escape, and said, "Since we met, it's fate."
Song Chunyang was moved and aggrieved and sniffed: "I'm sorry, I have a boyfriend."
Guan Qiaoqiao: "..." Oh that's really unfortunate.
At this moment, Song Chunyang had a pot of porridge in his mind, and he was at a loss as to Guan Qiaoqiao's explanation. When everyone stood up and stepped into the dense fog-covered block, Song Chunyang also followed the big stream and walked out.
His every move is very similar to the kind of cannon fodder in a horror movie that can't wait to put "fire at me" on his forehead, and it's no wonder that no one is optimistic about him.
The street that entered the parallel time and space has lost its usual prosperity, and the white mist is extremely thick. Taking a light breath, there is a slight discomfort in the lungs.
The street that was still brightly lit just now has fallen into dead silence, and the only living people left standing at the door of the milk tea shop, breathing in the cold white air, frantically looked around.
There are still a few street lamps left, but they can't play a reassuring role at this time. The dim yellow light that was cast was diluted several times by the fog, and it looked like a one-eyed peeping through the cracks in the wall.
After the last person stepped out of the milk tea shop, the lights in the shop automatically turned off.
In the silence, a countdown sound came from the depths of the thick fog.
"One - is it hidden? Two - is it hidden? Three..."
Voices come from all directions, from different vocal cords, different genders, delicate, thick, crisp, hoarse, sad, happy... All voices reverberate in one place in the thick fog, as if they are everywhere.
Some people even felt that one of the voices came from their feet.
He jumped away hastily.
According to Guan Qiaoqiao, after the countdown of 100, the ghost will have the entity and right to move freely.
Also according to Guan Qiaoqiao, in the early stage of the mission, there will be certain restrictions on ghosts, and there are traces of activity patterns. The closer the time limit is, the more freedom the ghosts will have.
And they're going to play hide-and-seek with ghosts in this street for an hour.
No one wants to take this new-looking newcomer away with each other, and in the end, only Guan Qiaoqiao remains by Song Chunyang's side.
Guan Qiaoqiao saw that he was still wiping his eyes, and was quite helpless: "Let's go. If crying is useful, we... "
Song Chunyang wiped off the water mist on his eyelashes and took off the beauty contact lenses in his eyes.
In the dark night, Song Chunyang's eyes washed with tears were extraordinarily clear, like gems of good quality, and the unusual color could still be discerned under the dim light of the street lamps.
Guan Qiaoqiao was surprised: "your eyes..."
Song Chunyang said in a nasal voice, "Don't say that men wear beauty contact lenses."
Guan Qiaoqiao: "...Okay, I won't say it."
Song Chunyang stood on the spot and looked around.
The 3D stereo report of the magic sound has successfully interfered with everyone's hearing, but Song Chunyang did not hesitate, chose a direction, and took Guan Qiaoqiao's hand and ran straight over.
Song Chunyang said: "There are fewer here."
Guan Qiaoqiao: "How do you know..."
Song Chunyang turned around and looked at Guan Qiaoqiao.
Without further explanation, his eyes with abnormal pupil color are already very convincing.
He could see where those things were. This undoubtedly helped the two of them a lot.
Song Chunyang found a clean shop inside and out, secured access to the front and rear doors, and pulled Guan Qiaoqiao to hide behind the counter.
The moment the count was completed, a man's scream came from a jade shop not far from the two.
... Listening to the voice, it happened to be the man who told Guan Qiaoqiao to be nosy in the milk tea shop just now.
I'm afraid that this person is too unlucky, thinking that he has found a place to ward off evil spirits, but when he turned his face, there was a number squatting beside him.
Song Chunyang took his head out from the cabinet and saw a girl whose limbs and head were twisted by 180 degrees. She giggled and laughed, standing upside down on all fours like an arch bridge, chasing the man who kept screaming. .
Song Chunyang: "..." Blind the dog's eyes.
Not long after, the terrifying sound of biting and swallowing came from not far away, the man screamed and screamed, his fingernails scratching the ground frantically, which could be clearly heard in the quiet streets.
He retracted the counter, grabbed Guan Qiaoqiao's hand, whose face was also pale, and shook it comfortably.
… In any case, he must go back.
Yuan Benshan was still waiting for him to watch a movie.
Others can't see it, but Song Chunyang can tell that they are probably distributed according to an ancient evil hexagram based on the distribution of ghosts and monsters he sees in this area.
Following his grandmother, Song Chunyang learned a lot of miscellaneous ancient teachings and Taoism, and knew that there was a practice formation method, which was made by grinding and painting the bones of disabled people.
The two were hiding here. They were really scared and bored. Guan Qiaoqiao had nothing to say. He took Song Chunyang's hand and wrote in his palm, "What did you see just now?"
Song Chunyang nodded and wrote, "Bottle girl."
If Song Chunyang had read it right just now, the girl chasing the man and looking at her appearance should be the "bottle girl" recorded in a strange ancient book he had read.
In ancient times, traffickers stole or bought little girls, and they would sell them to some jugglers. They would prepare a vase about half a person's height in order to make a gimmick. He opened his face and fed him a fine diet every day, and made a small hole under the vase to facilitate cleaning up the bowels.
Some girls adapt well, and they can live well before the flowers wither and the guests lose interest in watching and rewarding, but some girls have grown bones and the vase cannot hold them, so they can only forcefully break their hands and feet and grow deformed. .
But sometimes that doesn't help either.
Once the bottle is squeezed and cracked by the deformed bones, the girls who have been raised with both hands and feet are worthless and become a burden, only to be thrown into the wilderness to feed the dogs.
But there are some people who believe in evil and evil ways, and collect such abnormal women at high prices, in order to extract their bones and help them ascend to immortality.
Guan Qiaoqiao also knew some ancient anecdotes, swallowed saliva, and asked Song Chunyang stroke by stroke: "Can you really be promoted to immortals?"
Song Chunyang replied, "Is there any use for eggs?"
Xianjie is not responsible for recycling garbage. This is probably the worst time that Immortal Realm has been hacked.
These miserable girls are just tools for some dignitaries to realize their dreams.
If Song Chunyang's conjecture is correct, the Zhengxin Street block should be the place where this magic formation was drawn.
The formation method is to use the ashes to draw one by one according to the gossip lines, and the so-called gossip symbols, to put it bluntly, are composed of long and short pieces.
These long and short paths are drawn from the ashes of these deeply resentful souls. It can be seen that their activities can only be limited to these straight lines, and the so-called "hide and seek" is also very simple, just detour through these areas. .
Song Chunyang leaned his head on the counter and tried his best to force himself to calm down.
According to Guan Qiaoqiao, over time, the restrictions imposed by the main system on ghosts will be gradually loosened.
What does this "limitation" mean? Nothing more than the ability of the ghost, and the scope of activities.
The circle around Song Chunyang is simple, and he has never come into contact with evil ghosts. The most evil ghost he has ever encountered in his life, his cultivation level can at most make people have a fever, and then squat on the bedside and grind his teeth angrily.
Guan Qiaoqiao also said that the "main system" will not set a mortal situation, so at least it means that the ghosts here will not listen to breathing, nor do they have perverted skills such as clairvoyance and clairvoyance. Collective hiccups caught a cold.
The death of the man in the jade shop reflected one thing from the side: within the range delineated by a line of ashes, the power of ghosts is very strong.
At least looking at the stance of the bottle girl who drives people to run every day, the speed is not far from that of a female leopard.
Under such circumstances, if they relax the ghost ability, they might as well commit suicide now, maybe it will be more straightforward.
Song Chunyang continued to scratch his ears.
In this way, it should be that the scope of the ghost's activities will change. It stands to reason that the formation of the formation will not change, so if the main system wants to increase the difficulty, the hexagram formation is very likely to change from static to moving.
As for whether it is clockwise, counterclockwise, or translation, more observations are needed.
… The reason why they didn't kill them all at once was that the so-called "main system" wanted to absorb more fear energy.
And what is the so-called "fear energy"
Song Chunyang was thinking wildly when he suddenly heard the glass door behind him being pushed open by something.
Guan Qiaoqiao held his hand abruptly.
When the two held their breaths, they both heard the rolling sound of some kind of round hard object.
The object rolled to Song Chunyang's feet, turned around, and turned out to be the head of a little girl.
She smiled sweetly: "I caught you."
Guan Qiaoqiao almost screamed, but Song Chunyang immediately covered her mouth.
However, Song Chunyang, who seemed to be calm, had been unconscious for several seconds, and his mind was full of barrages of "grass mud horses, bowling balls" and "throwing equipment is too much".
After a long delay, the head found nothing and had to roll away angrily.
Song Chunyang shook his hand and wrote in Guan Qiaoqiao's hand, which was also shaking, "It's just a dead head."
This head's eyes were dull, and there was only a very faint ghost in it, which was only enough for her to say a word.
Probably the bottle girl who had eaten their teammates' bodies found something wrong here, took off her head and threw it away, trying to test it.
If they got caught and screamed and rushed out of the store in a panic, they would probably be able to meet the waiting bottle girl on the street.
Sure enough, the next second, the head that rolled in front of the tin cabinet grinned again: "I caught you."
Song Chunyang: "..." It really depends on strength to touch porcelain.
I asked a few places in the store where I could hide people, but seeing no results, my head rolled out again.