[For you, the main task of the next stage is to go to the Guanyin Academy to understand the purpose of Mr. Bai's entrusting you to come to Guanyin Town. ]
Yan Wei stated his mission and confronted Lin Zhen, and the two are still the same.
He and Lin Zhen went to the store again, pretended to buy something, and went back to the place where the coachman was waiting for them.
"It gets dark early in winter, and the two young masters have delayed for a while. I'm afraid it will be dark soon after we arrive," the coachman drove the car, his voice blowing into the car together with the wind, "Young master, if you have nothing to do, you'd better stay indoors It will take a few days for Mr. Bai to start classes, if there is anything to do these few days, you can take your time during the day."
Yan Wei smiled and shouted: "Thank you master, my friend and I won't go out at night."
This NPC should serve as a reminder, and guide the player's exploration direction by the way.
He had just pretended to be the family member of the deceased, and he had already learned from the neighbors of the deceased that there had always been female ghosts haunting Guanyin Town in the past few years, and the sea near Guanyin Town had also become darker and darker with the appearance of female ghosts in recent years. Mr. Bai, an unknown NC, asked them to bring these props to Guanyin Town, and it was probably related to dealing with evil spirits.
"Why are you so obedient?" Lin Zhen said.
"I promised the coachman, but it doesn't mean I won't go out."
Lin Zhen: "... yes."
"His words serve as a guide. He said that where there is unrest and when not to act rashly, it means that there is a problem at that time or place. Let's talk about it after we arrive at the Guanyin Academy. Yan Mingguang and the others don't know where they have gone or what their identities are."
The horse's hooves sounded "slap" and "slap", and the wheels rolled over the ground, leaving a shallow water stain. After a while, the snow that finally became smaller grew heavier again, and the thin snow flakes rolled bigger and bigger in the air, covering the whole world with a large white curtain.
Yan Wei and Lin Zhen were obviously the last of their group to arrive at the Guanyin Academy.
Yan Wei lifted the big curtain in front of him, stepped off the carriage, stepped on the soft snow that had just been laid on the ground, and saw clearly the gate of Guanyin Academy.
Much simpler than he imagined. Standing by the gate of the school were two schoolboys in overcoats, rubbing their hands in the snow, freezing cold. Looking inside, there seemed to be many fake rocks inside, and there was a small Guanyin stone statue in the center. There were no people on the roads on both sides. It was so cold that there would be no students running around.
Very ordinary but very regular.
Yan Wei folded his hands and said to Lin Zhen who jumped out of the car, "This Mr. Bai must be very famous."
Before Lin Zhen could ask, he explained: "Didn't that old lady tell you? Guanyin Town has been haunted by ghosts for a few years, and the people dare not speak out. They are all talking about monsters haunting the sea, which is why the sea has turned black. Although it is not haunted , but it’s not a good thing to have monsters in the sea. It’s like this and there are students like ‘us’ who come to take risks to study, which shows that the reputation of Guanyin School must be very good. At first, I thought it would be a big school, magnificent, but now Look, the door is so simple, and the book boy is so cold and still guarding the door, which shows that the rules are strict."
Yan Wei could only think of one word—high integrity.
Mr. Bai is the key NC. After he goes in, he has to find an opportunity to talk to Mr. Bai.
"Did we really go to the wrong door?" Lin Zhen yawned and kicked the snow beside his feet, "The one behind looks very rich."
Yan Wei followed the sound, turned around, and looked at the magnificent building opposite the Guanyin Academy.
It was a triangular building with about three floors, and the third floor was very high. From a distance, you could see the roof made of red bricks and green tiles. At the corner of each eaves, there are different small stone statues of Guanyin.
"Those are thirty-three Avalokitesvara statues. Didn't you hear many people talking about going to the Avalokitesvara Temple on the way here?"
Here Yan Wei saw it when he used his senses to observe the terrain. It was the most central building in Guanyin Town—the Guanyin Temple.
It's just that the Guanyin Temple...
Yan Wei looked at the small stone carvings of Avalokitesvara on the roof, not only did not feel peaceful, but felt uncomfortable. When he looked away a little, the feeling of oppression and suffocation became lighter.
The coachman urged the two of them to go in quickly, Yan Wei was about to lift his foot, when he stopped suddenly.
On the other side of the street, three people came on foot. The purpose of these people seemed to be the Guanyin Temple on the other side of the wide street. The moment Yan Wei looked at them, these people also looked over.
Yu Zhengqing sneered: "Are you going to enter this school?"
Yan Wei was blunt: "Are you blind?"
"What is your mission?"
Yan Wei didn't answer him, but looked at another young man wearing a blue-gray Taoist robe and holding a Tai Chi compass. Like them, this person has changed into a dress that blends into the background of the dungeon, with wooden hairpins, sword eyebrows and star eyes.
He looked at Yan Wei, his eyes were full of shock, he opened his mouth, but was speechless for a while.
In the snowstorm, Yan Wei smiled at him.
Song Chengan never expected that he would see Yan Wei in this dungeon.
When everyone thought that V died on the top floor, he just firmly believed that V might have accomplished the goal that everyone thought was impossible, and he might have exchanged it to Pandora's Box long ago, leaving this place full of evil.
But Yan Wei stood in front of him alive.
Did v go down the stairs before? He wanted to ask, but felt it was impossible, V would not fail. They once went through a dungeon together at a high level, and Song Chengan could only be in awe when he heard this code name from then on. Although he didn't know the reason, he suddenly had a vague understanding of why the top-level dungeon was opened in such an emergency after a few years' absence.
When he came to Guanyin Temple with Yu Zhengqing and Lin Qiao just now, he kept a straight face, kept few words, and was very lonely. But seeing Yan Wei at this moment, his arrogance suddenly subsided.
Song Chengan said slowly: "I am a Taoist priest from a foreign Taoist temple. Recently, several small temple statues in the Guanyin Temple have been damaged. The people in the temple are afraid that they will not be able to suppress the evil spirit, so they asked us to borrow some magic tools. Our first phase of the task It is to understand the strangeness of Guanyin Town, and the task of the second stage is to live in the Guanyin Temple first."
He knew everything, and seemed to welcome Yan Wei's inquiry.
Yu Zhengqing's complexion immediately darkened.
Those who entered this dungeon were all super high-level players, and everyone could see the weirdness of the mission. He and Song Chengan had confronted the mission, and their missions were the same, but Yan Wei had not confronted them. Who can guarantee whether it is an enemy or a friend? He also wanted to find out about Yan Wei's situation first, but Song Chengan took the initiative to explain clearly.
Song Chengan is famous among high-level players for his eyes above his words
His face was ashen, but he was not easy to attack.
Yan Wei smiled and said, "Our tasks are similar, except that you are going to the Guanyin Temple, and we are going to the Guanyin School opposite you. Our goals seem to be positive, not necessarily opposite."
"If you want to come to the Guanyin Temple, I can help."
Song Chengan didn't say much, turned around and stepped on the steps in front of the Guanyin Temple.
Yu Zhengqing and Lin Qiao, another super high-level player of Yuemang, followed and said to Song Chengan: "This rookie may not be in the same camp, his perception is not weak, if he is in the opposite camp with us, he knows something now." Our information, we are now behind."
Song Chengan, who was very friendly with Yan Wei just now, just glanced at him, said nothing, and walked forward quickly.
Yu Zhengqing can be regarded as a super high-level player in the world inside the building, but after talking for a long time in this dungeon, he was rewarded with Song Chengan's back. temple.
On the other side, Yan Wei and Lin Zhen, led by the book boy, chose two rooms next to each other to live in.
Yan Wei called to Shutong: "Where does Mr. Bai live?"
The book boy said: "Mr. Bai lives in the inner courtyard, and he has to go a little further. You are looking for it now, but there is no one there. Mr. Bai has gone to another place, and he will come back to start classes in a few days. You can make preparations in the next few days."
Yan Wei understood—no wonder the prompt said that this dungeon will take a long time, they need to live here for a while, and it will take a few days just to wait for Mr. Bai to come back, the real danger of the dungeon may only be uncovered now.
"If Mr. Bai comes back, can you let me know?" he said.
The book boy naturally answered.
Lin Zhen originally planned to come to Yan Wei's room to take care of him, but Yan Wei thought about it, and still felt that it was assigned according to the distribution. Since there is one room for each person, it is better not to break the rules first. Naturally, Lin Zhen didn't care, he sorted out his thoughts a little bit on Yan Wei's side, and went to rest in his own room next door before dark.
When the sun sets completely, the originally gloomy sky completely turns into thick black, just like the pitch-black sea water, so thick that people can't see anything clearly, and it's gloomy.
There was a candle in the room, but Yan Wei didn't light it, and went to bed after dark.
The heavy snow outside the window kept falling, and the charcoal fire was burning inside the house. It was not cold, but it made people drowsy. Yan Wei just closed his eyes and fell asleep not long after, but this sleep was not peaceful, with messy dreams coming one after another.
At the end of the dream is the vague Yan Mingguang.
He dreamed of the scene with Yan Mingguang underwater in the hot spring again. White ghosts were rampant on the shore, and under the water, Ding Xiao opened his eyes wide and looked at the hazy water. He and Yan Mingguang held hands tightly together, and their lips and teeth touched.
I don't know if it's the hot spring water or his own temperature, but he is very hot.
It was hot and hot, the picture was fragmented, and it suddenly turned into the sleeper room of the seemingly endless train. The dark night was surrounded by the mechanical sound of the train, Yan Mingguang pressed his shoulder and looked at him condescendingly.
Yan Wei became hotter.
…but isn’t it winter in Guanyin Town
His consciousness seemed to tremble, and he was suddenly pulled out of the dream!
There is a faint fragrance of flowers in the house.
The chill around him immediately enveloped him, he opened his eyes suddenly, and saw a figure standing beside his bed. The pitch-black night shrouded the sky, and the moonlight shone slightly from the paper window, shining on the figure, slightly illuminating the bright red dress and waist-length hair.
The figure crawled down slightly, with a few strands of long hanging hair brushing against his wrists coolly, like snake letters slowly protruding from the dirty swamp, chilling to the bones.
A pair of pale hands were slowly approaching his sleeves.
Yan Wei held his breath, and was about to turn over and get out of bed to take out the props, when there was a sudden "咻" sound from outside the window, and the pitch-black arrow feathers pierced the window paper, heading straight towards the figure in red.
The next moment, Yan Wei's eyes flashed bright red, and the arrow feathers were nailed into the wall, trembling unceasingly, the cool wind suddenly passed by, and the front of Yan Wei's bed was already empty.
The fragrance of the flowers disappeared suddenly.
Lin Zhen came in through the window: "Where's that ghost thing?"
"Ran."
"Is this ghost so cowardly?"
Yan Wei got up from the bed, recalled the situation just now, remembered those middle-aged men who died suddenly, and said in a low voice: "It's not cowardly, it's just not necessary. How do you know it's here with me?"
"It also made a move on me. After I fell asleep, this thing stood in front of me, and then I smelled the fragrance of flowers and started dreaming—it seemed that dirty things were introduced into my dream, my dream... In the night, Lin Zhen's expression was unclear, but he seemed to be very distressed, "My dream was impossible at first glance, and then I woke up, and it left. I still want to come back tomorrow and tell you, As a result, I smelled the fragrance of flowers just now, so I knew that you were also enlightened."
Floral
Yan Wei looked rather embarrassed.
Just now he dreamed that he was doing that with Yan Mingguang... It should be this female ghost who lured him into a dream.
In this regard, his thinking was much more complicated than that of Lin Zhen, but it was easier to understand. Fortunately, finally woke up. But why did this female ghost stare at him and Lin Zhen? Was that red figure just now the one who turned Guanyin Town into such an evil creature
Those people who died inexplicably before were also drawn into her dream of dreams by day and night in this way, and then lost their lives unknowingly? Then why did she focus on him and Lin Zhen? There are so many players, so many NC students, and so many people in Guanyin Town, what is so special about them
Yan Wei's eyes narrowed: "props."
"what?"
"Our props, my agarwood, your knife, she came here for these. We may use these things against her, she wants to preemptively steal the props."
"Then how does she know we have it?"
"Maybe the ghost can sense it, or maybe she has other ways. This is just one problem, and now I think there is a bigger problem..."
"I started to use my brain again, I'm a little sleepy..." Lin Zhen yawned, walked to the window, and woke up with the wind.
"Do you think this female ghost is easy to deal with?"
"It's okay? She didn't confront us head-on. But it feels like it's not the kind of dangerous level that kills with one blow."
Yan Wei sat by the bed, with a solemn tone: "Your brother and the others haven't come yet, this dungeon will take so long just to get to the point, but this female ghost is not as strong as I imagined..."
"Go to bed first. We can only know about some things if that NC Mr. Bai comes. Tomorrow, we will take advantage of the daytime to see the situation of some of the deceased, and we will find Yan Mingguang and the others by the way."
Under the endless monument.
"How vigilant! Almost, this female ghost is going to suck him dry..."
"Didn't Lin Zhen find out over there too?"
"But Lin Zhen didn't get the trick at all. Yan Wei got the trick. He was already immersed in a dream, and he suddenly woke up."
"The players from other roads are coming soon, are the top-level dungeons so long?"
"What are you guys doing all the time paying attention to a rookie who is going to be on the dungeon above the 90th floor for the first time? Isn't Song Chengan's perspective good? Meng Lin sneaked into the mansion of the deceased and opened the coffin."
"It's because he hasn't even entered a dungeon above the 90th floor before. He and Lin Zhen are not super high-level players like the old foxes. The dungeon has just started, and the others are too stable. Looking at him, I always look forward to it." When will he die?" The man said, looking at the girl beside him with a cold face, "Ning Yi, I remember you broke through the dungeon with him a long time ago?"
Ning Yi just said: "At that time I was still on the ninth floor."
"That's too early—" The man's words suddenly stopped, "Ninth floor!? You met on the ninth floor, you are now in the thirtieth floor, and he has already gone to the ninety-ninth floor!?"
Ning Yi said indifferently: "So, instead of wondering when he will die, you should look forward to whether he will bring surprises."
For the next two days, the female ghost never came again.
During the day, Yan Wei's perception often bumped into some unfamiliar players, and the number of super high-level players who came to the Guanyin Town dungeon gradually increased, reaching a number of more than a dozen. Each of them has a corresponding identity, some are locals, and some are foreigners who came with a purpose.
Everyone is watching the changes, there is not much communication - no one knows whether the other unfamiliar players are human or ghost, and whether they are enemies or friends.
Yan Wei and Lin Zhen waited for Yu Feizhou, who was also a student, to come the next day. The three of them sneaked into the homes of the deceased or the neighbors of the deceased in different ways, and inquired about some of the deeds of these people before their lives, and roughly figured out what happened to them. Know the time.
It was more than four years ago that the sea water started to turn black, and it was also more than four years ago that the female ghost appeared.
In the beginning, the man killed by the female ghost was not so exaggerated. The dead man seemed to have been drained of energy, and his whole body was emaciated, and the sea water was only faintly black. Later, the corpse of the dead man became more and more terrifying. Within a day, it was covered with corpse spots, and his whole body was stiff. Everyone who lives there will perish.
The sea water is getting darker and darker, until now, it is so black that you can't see the bottom, and the people in Guanyin town are panicking.
Other things, those ordinary people don't seem to know.
On the third day, Yan Wei finally contacted Yan Mingguang with his perceptual ability through his skills in a faint anxiety.
[Yan Mingguang? where are you?]
Yan Mingguang seemed to pause for a moment, and then calmly said to him: [I am outside the school.]
[Aren't you going to come in?]
[The assigned identity is not very convenient.]
Each player has an assigned identity in this dungeon, which is convenient for carrying out tasks and integrating into Guanyin Town. Yan Mingguang must also have an identity, and the specific party will naturally explain it to him in detail. He didn't ask too much, but just said: [Then I'll go out. A few days ago, I felt that the Guanyin Temple was not very comfortable. I just want to go to the opposite Guanyin Temple today. Are you waiting for me at the gate of the temple?]
[it is good.]
Without further ado, Yan Wei changed into a new dress that had just been issued by the school, and greeted Lin Zhen and Yu Feizhou, asking them to pay attention to when Mr. Bai would come back, but not to act rashly, and then he quickly Step out of the school.
There was no snow today, it was a bright sunny day, and the sun was hanging in the sky in the east, but Guanyin Town was covered with unmelted snow. The past two days have been getting colder and colder, and the house is covered with a thick layer of white.
There is no heavy snow today, and the mourners are piled up again today.
As soon as Yan Wei walked out of the school gate, paper money fell down in front of him one after another. The atmosphere in the funeral procession was tense. The coffin was being carried by six big men, and it was shaking non-stop. Through the thick wood came the muffled sound of collisions, and the sharp sound of fingernails scraping against the wood chips, as if something inside Trying my best to figure it out.
The people around scattered and walked away, avoiding it.
Yan Wei stared at the group of people passing by, with his hands in his hands, his eyes darkened.
In the first two days, there were occasional corpses. But the deceased in this coffin seems to be...already completely "alive". Is the sea getting darker? That female ghost these two days...could it be more powerful
"Yan Wei."
When the cold voice passed through the icy air and reached Yan Wei's ears, it was enveloped in warmth, diluting the treachery of carrying the coffin just now.
Yan Wei followed the prestige and saw Yan Mingguang standing on the steps of the Guanyin Temple, looking down at him slightly. The man was wearing a plain white robe with a piece of green round jade pinned to his waist. His silver-rimmed glasses were gone, and his hair color was turned into pure black to match the background of the dungeon, and he was tied up high.
Holding a bundle of incense candles in his hand, he said to Yan Wei: "Come on, let's go in and worship Guanyin."
Yan Wei was slightly taken aback.
No need to think about it, Yan Mingguang's identity is probably the son of a good family.
This person has taken off those appearances that are incompatible with the real world. Even though the white clothes make him colder and colder, he is more like a normal person in the world. That black hair seemed to pull the gods down to the world, and for a moment, many images of Yan Mingguang living in the ordinary world after he and he went out of the building appeared in his mind.
There is a difference in flow speed between the world inside and outside the building. After breaking out of this dungeon, plus the time since he first climbed the building, it may have only been three or four years outside, and there is still a lot of time left.
He suddenly understood why the female ghost's tricks couldn't trap Lin Zhen, but instead made him addicted.
If the female ghost was replaced by Yan Mingguang, he might never be able to wake up again.
He can give up saving himself for Yan Mingguang, or he can give up saving himself for saving everyone, so will he give up saving everyone for Yan Mingguang? This kind of comparison set a balance in front of him, Yan Wei didn't know why he thought about this question, but felt a little suffocated.
He dismissed the question at once evasively—for no reason at all.
He walked up to Yan Mingguang, and the man glanced at him who had just come out in a panic, his untidy hair, holding the incense candle in one hand, raised the other hand, touched the top of Yan Wei's furry head, helped him straighten out a little The broken hair that got up.
Yan Wei was thinking about the fact that there might be different camps, and thinking that Song Chengan had already verified more than one mission with him, he was worried that maliciousness would play tricks on him, so he hurriedly asked, "What is your mission?"
Yan Mingguang paused insignificantly when he withdrew his hands, his face remained unchanged, Yan Wei's figure was reflected in his pair of black pupils, his mood was clear. He said indifferently: "The first main task is to find out the strangeness of Guanyin Town, and the second main task is to find out what Mr. Bai from Guanyin Academy is going to do."
Yan Wei breathed a sigh of relief.