The dead squirrel was as soft as mud on the ground, blood dripping from its throat.
Cao Shuguang stepped forward boldly, picked up the broom beside the bed, and poked the squirrel that looked dead.
Seeing that the squirrel didn't move, Cao Shuguang became bolder and wanted to turn it over and check the situation.
The curse pattern engraved on the skin at the base of the squirrel's tail glowed with a terrifying blue light.
But with the death of the squirrel, the light faded and faded away.
Nan Zhou looked away from the curse pattern on the squirrel's tail and glanced at Cao Shuguang.
He quietly calculated the mistakes of the young couple in his heart.
The young couple came straight to them on the tourist bus, but completely ignored Shao Mingzhe, who was sitting behind them, with a clearly more suspicious look.
They did not have any due reaction to Li Yinhang's leaked self-introduction.
On top of that, after an attempted attack, they were still able to doze off without any hesitation, with no normal nervousness at all.
Nan Zhou had seen such a sloppy attitude.
In the six months that Never Town was forcibly opened and opened to the outside world, he had seen hundreds of such faces.
While enjoying the tension and excitement brought by the game, they also maintained the indifferent attitude of "death or death".
With Xie Xiangyu's reminder, Nan Zhou knew that they had a unified name called "player".
He was seriously considering whether to let Cao Shuguang die last time, and try to see what would happen.
But when Cao Shuguang's fingertips were only half a centimeter away from the squirrel's neck hair, Nan Zhou still said, "Don't do it."
He also represents the 1000 point reward of [All teammates are alive].
Nan Zhou's reminder made Cao Shuguang shrink his fingers subconsciously.
And just between this shrinkage, a pink spiky living creature swooped from the squirrel's neck.
Cao Shuguang's fingers almost felt the light point of the sharp object.
He was startled, hurriedly put his hands back in his arms, looked left and right, and was sure that he was not injured, and then he was relieved.
goo.
The squirrel's mouth squirmed slightly.
Cao Shuguang made a "Mom", holding his fingers and staring, watching the commotion at the throat of the squirrel getting bigger and bigger, and the flesh and blood turning out more and more.
With a squeak, a bloody, living little meatball emerged from the squirrel's throat.
The rust-like bloody smell in the room grew stronger as the roof came out.
At a glance, Li Yinhang almost went numb from head to toe, and San's value dropped 2 points.
- There is a strange bird hidden in the throat of the squirrel.
Nanji Xing went down and broke the squirrel's throat, but did not hurt the little monster hidden deep in the squirrel's mouth.
It wasn't the squirrel that made the gruff protesting cry at the South Pole Star just now, but this bird.
The bird is a chick, its skin is pink, like a newborn mouse, the neck is long and transparent, and it swells and spreads transparently with breathing.
The bird's head is in the shape of a round spindle, and around its large open mouth, as if begging for food, there is a circle of small, eye-like colored beads.
When it came out shaking its head, it looked like an alien worm.
After successfully bluffing a vote of people with its own dignity, it fluttered its bare fleshy wings and let out a strange long cry.
chirp—
It fluttered its wings and flew straight out of the window.
It's going to kill that winged mouse!
Jiang Fang moved his fingertips, and a poker card was cut off.
In an instant, the bird that had reached the window was top-heavy, and its body froze by the window. It fell from the air, and its head was not so lucky, and it fell straight to the garbage pile outside the window.
But before the people in the room could catch their breath, the bird with its head lost and its black blood surging turned around twice, jumped onto the window sill, and dived towards the rotten garbage heap.
chirp—
The bird's corpse actually slid into the window again with the bird's head cut off!
Because the top is scribbled, the bird's head and body are clearly separated, with the body facing forward and the bird's head facing back, becoming a hummingbird flying upside down.
The blood and tears gushing out of the bird's eyes wet the already fine fluff, making the transparent powder-thin bird's head look like a freshly chopped live snake's head.
Its vengeance is outrageous.
It opened its scalp-numbing mouth and bit Jiang Fang's throat fiercely! !
When Jiang Fang's fingertips twisted out two more playing cards, Nan Zhou squatted on the ground and knocked on the edge of the shoebox, making a little noise.
Unexpectedly, with a knock, the bird suddenly looked like a helicopter out of control. It flew twice and slammed into the shoebox.
… directly into the soil, simply and neatly.
This slammed down, only a bare bird's leg was left outside the sand, and after a few futile kicks in the void, it drooped down.
Li Yinhang had lingering fears and was about to step forward when he noticed Shao Mingzhe who had slipped by his side at some point.
Shao Mingzhe was so close to her that he almost caught her sleeves with both hands.
Because he was too surprised, Li Yinhang made a suspicious voice: "Huh?"
Shao Mingzhe lowered his head and obediently hid behind her.
Aware that Li Yinhang was looking at him, he said softly, "...There are mice."
Li Yinhang: "..."
She was stunned for a moment, and felt that this scene was quite inconsistent with the image of Shaoku brother he had just established.
But when she thought about it, it was reasonable.
People are always afraid of things.
Maybe he's afraid of stuffed animals.
Li Yinhang, who knew that the South Pole Star was on the roof, was a rare mother's love: "It's okay, there are no mice."
After listening to Li Yinhang's consolation, Shao Mingzhe pursed his lips slightly, and when his sharp Sanbai eyes drooped, he didn't look so fierce.
Li Yinhang didn't expect that there is such a way to pry open the chatterbox. He was thinking about whether to take the opportunity to spy on something further, when he saw him put his hand back into his pocket again, and returned to the small corner where he was just now, and continued his oily and salty nonsense. into silence.
Li Yinhang thought, what a weird person.
So, except for the eccentric Shao Mingzhe, a group of people gathered around, as if admiring the specimens in the zoo, admiring the dead bird buried in the ground.
The dead bird is very undignified, with one paw sticking out of the soil layer, convulsing humiliatingly, it can be said that there is no card at all.
Cao Shuguang had just eaten the shock, and he didn't dare to rashly touch it.
He noticed that a spell was drawn on the sand.
The position where the bird was buried was in the middle of the bullseye of the curse pattern.
He asked with interest: "How did this happen?"
Nan Zhou pointed at the dead squirrel.
The original blue light on the root of the squirrel's tail had completely dimmed, but it was still vaguely recognizable. The shape was exactly the same as the pattern Nan Zhou had drawn on the sand.
"This strange bird can stay in the squirrel's throat obediently because there is a spell on the squirrel's tail to control it." Nan Zhou explained briefly, "So I want to draw a new amulet and try it out."
Obviously, this works.
Not only that, Nan Zhou's conjecture has also been verified.
… Not all head descents require the aid of mantras.
Nan Zhou fiddled with the sand table in front of him, feeling that he had learned something new.
He closed the shoebox with the lid as it was and pushed it to the bottom of the bed.
The young couple was almost awake after waking up. They felt that they could go out on an adventure with Nan Zhou again.
They already knew that the man behind the scenes was somewhere in Suchara, tens of kilometers away, and the next action target could be said to be very clear.
Although these discoveries had nothing to do with them, it did not prevent them from wanting to follow Nanzhou to meet the world.
Nan Zhou sat on the bed and said eloquently, "Sleep."
Ma Xiaopei: "..."
Cao Shuguang: "..."
Cao Shuguang was a little anxious: "Don't we take the initiative to attack? They know where we are! Are we going to stay where we are and wait for them to deal with us?"
Nan Zhou yawned and didn't seem keen on Cao Shuguang's worries.
Jiang Fang smiled slightly and suggested: "You can also take the initiative to attack."
Hearing this, the young couple looked at each other and started to retreat.
Forget it, go to sleep.
The two of them haven't figured out what's going on right now, and they took the initiative to deliver food to others.
Seeing that the young couple was leaving, Shao Mingzhe also took the initiative to get up and walked out quietly.
After sending off the two teammates, Nan Zhou lay on his back on the bed, it seemed that he really planned to take a nap.
Li Yinhang, who was lying back on the bed, was still a little uneasy: "Mr. Nan, is there really no problem with this?"
Nan Zhou said, "Well. There are 11 days left."
Li Yinhang couldn't grasp the spirit for a while: "Huh?"
Nan Zhou: "The boss needs to be well protected. If he dies, he won't have to learn."
Li Yinhang: "..."
... how to say this.
It's really a big flood in front of the door, and the waves are coming home.
Jiang Fang, who was beside him, understood Nan Zhou's eagerness to learn very well, so he covered the quilt for him, and at the same time dropped a kiss on Nan Zhou's cheek.
Nan Zhou in the dark blinked slightly, thinking, he finally kissed me.
Then it's worth it that he doesn't scribble on his face.
With that in mind, he fell asleep in a rather happy mood, looking forward to the fresh knowledge being packaged and delivered to his door.
In the other room, the young couple spent more than half an hour awake, but now they can only stare at the ceiling in a daze.
At this moment, Shao Mingzhe climbed to the roof from the semi-open balcony of his room.
The roof is empty.
The Antarctic star has had enough of the moon, and has long since quietly slipped back to the room.
He could no longer find the little tail that had flashed by the window.
Shao Mingzhe sat alone in the darkness before dawn, with his hands on his knees in a daze.
His self-talk was stuffed behind the mask, making him seem a little lonely.
"… isn't it."
…
Suchala, in a bungalow.
The apprentice, who spent a lot of hard work and training, died in a joke like this.
What's more, this intense feeling of being tricked by the other party...
Songpa looked at the messy corpse on the bed, and his expression became extremely terrifying.
He was by the bed, staring at the rotten corpse for a long time, then turned around and came to a row of dark yellow clay pots placed along the wall, and put his rough fingers on the dark red paper seal.
His fingertips rubbed the paper to make a squeaking sound.
"Kill him," he murmured. "Kill them."
As early as when Master's head exploded, the emcee, who was already terrified, had completely collapsed and rushed out of the house.
As he fled, he stumbled heavily on the threshold and fell to the ground.
But he got up immediately and continued to run for his life.
He probably doesn't want to be involved with this kind of sorcery again in his life.
There was a fire at the city gate, and there was no better way for his pond fish to save his life than to escape quickly.
In the night market in the early morning, there is nothing but fruit leaves, coconut shells, and banana leaves.
The sauce of the volcanic pork ribs was mixed with the expired juice that was poured out in the gutter, and at night of nearly 24 degrees, it gave off a stinky smell.
On the map, Suchara is a standard inverted triangle as a whole, but the roads inside are intertwined. He has only been here two or three times, and the road is not familiar at all.
The emcee rammed through the empty street like a headless fly.
…until he saw a squatting figure on the side of the street.
The figure holds a bowl in his hand.
In the right hand is a chopstick.
He tapped the bowl lightly with his chopsticks, ding ding, dang dang.
The master of ceremonies felt that Yin Qi was flowing up his ankles, hurriedly lowered his head, restrained his heavy voice, and walked forward with small steps.
He lowered his head, forcing himself not to look, not to look, to leave here quickly.
In his heart, he guessed what it was, but he didn't dare to think about it.
He walked faster and faster, so much so that he ran all the way and turned a street, but once again saw the figure knocking the bowl on the side of the street.
ding ding.
Dangdang.
The frequency of the sound obviously did not change, but it fell in the ears of the master of ceremonies, but it became more and more intense, like a life-threatening drum.
The master of ceremonies was so frightened that he grunted in his throat, stopped looking closely, and ran wildly.
Yet, turning street after street, no matter how he went forward or backward, no matter how the street scene changed, the man was still there.
He tapped the bowl slowly, as if he knew that the emcee would know that he had nowhere to go, and that he would come to see him when he was desperate.
After seeing the man knocking the bowl for the thirteenth time, the emcee, who had already run out of a bloody mouth, was already in a state of semi-paralysis.
He stood for a while, and finally gave up the needless escape, dragged his steps, and walked straight to the source of the jingle.
Walking behind the squatting man, he whispered, "Hello."
The man turned his head slowly.
It was his own face.
And when his eyes fell on his face, his face began to melt like a candle.
The master of ceremonies screamed and took a step back, as if he had tripped over something and fell to the ground.
But when he turned around, everything around him had already changed.
He saw that it was the door frame of Sompa's house that tripped him.
There were two corpses in the door, one was bloodied on the bed, and the other was separated from the ground.
And Songpa was sitting on his knees in front of a pile of yellow clay jars, stroking the seal paper eloquently, and didn't even bother to look at him.
The emcee sat on the ground in a trance and slump, thinking, this is the first time.
... Ah, it's the thirteenth time.
He rushed out the door for the thirteenth time, repeatedly saw himself knocking the bowl for the thirteenth time, and was sent back here for the thirteenth time.
And every time he rushed out of the small courtyard and rushed into the street, he would forget that he had tried to escape this incident, and then fell into endless reincarnation.
Now, he doesn't want to run away.
The emcee stood up staggeringly and walked slowly in the direction of the yellow clay jar.
And Songpa did not turn around, but faced the wall with a hideous smile.
He touched an empty jar and smiled faintly at the master of ceremonies who had lost his soul and soul in reincarnation and became a member of the Ghost Descendants: "I'm back."