Yan Mingguang did not refute him.
Whatever Yan Wei wanted to do, Yan Mingguang would always silently agree. All the dungeons they have experienced, except this time when they restarted, he and Yan Mingguang chose Yan Mingguang to stand on the bright side. Before that, Yan Mingguang was so low-key that he didn't seem like a "player".
This person is clearly enough to get out of these dangerous and treacherous dungeons by himself, but he just? Whatever Yan Wei says, he does.
Yan Wei knew very well that even if he didn't have the title of "Avenging Private Enmity", if he needed it, Yan Mingguang would agree.
Even though he hasn't tried it, Yan Wei is very sure. Even if it violates morality, even if it violates Yan Mingguang's long-standing principles, Yan Mingguang...wouldn't say "no" to him.
Yan Wei originally wanted to see Yan Mingguang's reaction, but in the end, he felt a little shy and subconsciously squeezed Yan Mingguang's hand tightly.
They walked one after the other, and caught up with Lin Qing? and others who were waiting for them in the small pavilion ahead.
Those few people seemed to have some differences of opinion.
"The Guanyin Jingyun bottle is as important as Jiang Jingyun's ghost body!" Zhong Bufan's tone this time was rather tough, "Even if we go all out to get the Guanyin Jingyun bottle of water now, but if Jiang Jingyun's ghost body is taken away by the people in the Shen residence Controlled, do we still have to fight them to grab Jiang Jingyun in the end. Or do we go all out to catch Jiang Jingyun's ghost body, without a clean bottle of water? In vain. We must do both."
Yu Zhengqing frowned: "Two-pronged approach? That's right, but we have a limitation. They have twice as many people as us. They can split up? Action, we don't have many people. If we split up, we will meet them. Totally at a disadvantage."
Lin Zhen sneered: "That's it? You? You have no skills, you? If you are at a disadvantage, you are at a disadvantage. Don't count me in."
"Who was it yesterday? Who can't catch a player from the enemy camp?"
"Can I catch it? Some people were still sound asleep yesterday."
"Yes? I caught it, but it turned out that someone rescued me," Yu Zhengqing didn't know about Geng Liang's affairs, and felt that he had caught Lin Zhen's painful foot. "This matter? What if? Let me Do it, absolutely impossible? Let them save people!"
"That's me? Because—" Lin Zhen paused and smiled, his dark red pupils reflected the snow light, "You? Are so confident in your strength, so let's fight? My data is ? Without you? This old bastard who has been on the ground for so long, but statistics don’t mean everything.”
As he spoke, he took out a longbow in his hand.
Yu Zhengqing hesitated for a moment, and subconsciously took a step back.
Yu Feizhou sighed, smiled helplessly, pulled Lin Zhen back, and said, "Now is not the time for internal strife. You? If? Really unhappy, ask him to fight after the dungeon is released. But fighting is ultimately ? Not good, you? If? crippled or injured someone, I'll help you? Apologize and make amends."
Lin Zhen curled his lips: "Alright."
Yu Zhengqing: "... ???"
Zhong Bufan was taken aback: "Ah, isn't this? Isn't this the last dungeon for us? Can we make an appointment after the dungeon is released?... No matter how you misled my point. We now want to The decision is, in the end, to go to Guanyin to clean the bottle of water first, or to catch Jiang Jingyun's ghost body."
Lin Qing? Just? Standing straight to the side. When Lin Zhen took out the longbow, he subconsciously glanced this way, but there was no movement, as if he knew that Yu Feizhou would stop him.
Song Chengan, on the other hand, sat on the stone table from the beginning to the end, flipping through the book of formations from Mr. Bai in his hand. He was already good at this, and his skills were also about forming formations, and he looked very seriously, without even raising his head. In dungeons, he often plays the role of coordinating the overall situation. Such a discussion? Impossible? Will let others decide, but this time, Song Chengan didn't seem to take the distribution arrangement seriously at all.
Zhong Bufan felt that something was wrong: "Lao Song, Lao Lin, why don't you speak?"
At this time, Yan Wei and Yan Mingguang stepped into the pavilion one after another.
"We can only use a two-pronged approach," he said. "The Guanyin Jingping Water is in the Shen residence. I have a way to get in, but that way can only get in three or four people at most."
Zhong Bufan was taken aback: "The Guanyin Jing bottle of water is in Shen's house? How do you know?"
Song Chengan finally looked up: "Then the rest of the people just happened to go to Jiang Jingyun's ghost body. I will also study this formation. If there is any progress, I will contact you through the black ring?"
In the past few days, he has become familiar with Yan Wei's way of handling things. Since Yan Wei opened his mouth, the matter has already been settled. Yan Wei at the Guanyin Jingping Water should have his own plan. He should do what he is best at? Just do it.
He went on to say: "I do have some ideas about Jiang Jingyun's ghost body."
Yan Wei sat down in front of Song Chengan, and said with a smile, "Great Temple of Guanyin?"
Zhong Bufan was already good at deduction. Although he didn't know about Geng Liang and Yan Mingguang's affairs, he also subtly sensed the direction of the wind in their camp by watching the reactions of Song Chengan, Lin Zhen and others. Although Yan Wei didn't say anything, he said that the things are in the Shen's house, and the things are in the Shen's house.
He kicked the snow under his feet: "Yan Wei you? How did you know?"
"I have my own way."
Zhong Bufan glanced at the others, and even Yu Zhengqing, who had been unable to get along with Xuanniao and the others before, was only hesitant to speak at this moment, and finally chose not to express his opinion.
These people, he had always thought before, was led by Song Chengan, and the others cooperated with the director according to their own skills. But looking at it right now, Song Chengan seems to be "seeing Yan Wei"? Action, this seemingly newest player among the super high-level players? is actually faintly the center of their camp.
Zhong Bufan had never seen Yan Wei make a move, and secondly, he felt that Yan Wei was just that? Like him, he was quite outstanding in deducing and breaking the game. Some people didn't understand why other people's attitude towards Yan Wei had subtly changed into what he is now.
—Even he subconsciously felt that there would be no problem with Yan Wei's decision.
After all, there were no mistakes in the things Yan Wei pointed out and the methods he thought of several times before.
Zhong Bufan knew clearly, but still? Somewhat dissatisfied. He also studied every dungeon that V has recorded, constantly accumulating dungeon experience, combined with his own style of doing things, in order to be slightly better than other players in deduction and breaking the game. Yan Wei is also the same? Imitating V's game-breaking style, but it seems to be more comfortable than him, completely natural.
He is used to running rampant in the world inside the building, and there are even super high-level players who specially invite him to enter the dungeon before entering, just to rely on his resourcefulness. Zhong Bufan always felt that if someone could compare him to him, then that person must be the V who only existed in legends.
But? Now, he was compared to an unfamiliar face.
Novel but unconvincing.
He said: "Okay, you? You have your way. Everyone has some cards. I don't ask. If you? If you ensure that the Guanyin Jing bottle of water is in Shen's house, then I will act together with you. I know ?Dao Lao Song mentioned the problem of the Guanyin Temple. Although the Guanyin Temple enshrines thirty-three Avalokitesvara figures and a golden statue of Avalokitesvara, the whole temple is filled with an ominous atmosphere. Feeling, it’s possible? It’s also related to formation, I’m not good at this, it’s really suitable for Lao Song to go.”
Is he meddling in Yan Wei's arrangement, but Yan Wei didn't show any displeasure.
Song Chengan just looked at Yan Wei, waiting for Yan Wei to nod his head.
Yan Wei just said: "I originally wanted Zhong Bufan to act with us. Since we can only act separately, then we should balance the statistics of the two teams. On my side, there are at most four? people, me and Yan Mingguang... "
He glanced at it, "Zhong Bufan and Lin Zhen."
Zhong Bufan felt that there was nothing wrong with this assignment at first glance.
But think about it...
Yanwei's perception is high, and he is powerful in breaking the game, and can basically coordinate the actions of the few of them. Needless to say, Yan Mingguang and Lin Zhen, with their full strength, it is not difficult to take away a few people.
Yan Wei said to balance the strength of the two teams...
Then how does he feel that he has become a supercharger!
Zhong Bufan: "..."
Yan Wei seemed to see the meaning of his expression, his eyebrows were frowned, the corners of his mouth slightly raised, and he said calmly: "You? Still...useful. We are going to enter Shen's house, which is almost equivalent to acting in a small closed place. There are a lot of details and the routes in the house that need to be paid attention to, your skills? Is it? A photographic memory, just right."
Zhong Bufan, who has always been the core of the team from the past: "?"
I don't know why, but I feel like I've become a tool man.
Song Chengan said: "Then we will keep in touch at any time."
"it is good."
Yan Wei stood up and patted Lin Zhen on the shoulder behind him: "Let's go, let's go to Wanhualou."
It seems that Wanhualou's business has not been very good in the past two days.
The virtues of Guanyin Town in the past few years, the people have not had much leisure time. In the past two days, a lot of people have died. The streets are full of paper money and funeral processions. There were far fewer pedestrians on the road. Yan Wei and the others walked along the way, and occasionally saw the coffin shaking constantly. The people who carried the coffin looked nervous but did not dare to let go.
The deep winter is coming, and the whole Guanyin Town seems to be frozen in the cold.
Seeing that there were few people in front of Wanhualou, Yan Wei thought about it, or? He decided to sneak in. There are too few customers now, it is too obvious for the four of them to go in together.
Moreover, they want to use Wanhualou to infiltrate Shen's house to find a bottle of water for watching movies, and they also need to know something about the current situation. When will Yuanwai Shen come to pick you up? How many people will you pick up? Who are ordinary girls? How did they get into Shen's house
These have to be figured out first.
Yan Wei thought of a name. How can a girl who is familiar with Wanhualou get to Shen's house without being too biased like those girls? People from Wanhualou.
Yan Mingguang went in first to explore the road and found the person. Yan Wei and Lin Zhenzhong Bufan followed and climbed in from the back door of Wanhua Building.
Today's business is not good, there are not many people in the front hall, and most of the servants have nothing to do. After Yan Wei and the others climbed over the wall, they didn't need to bother looking for anyone at all, and found Ayu directly in a remote corner of the backyard of Wanhualou.
Ayu sat on the steps under the eaves, with his feet slightly resting on the snow, his hands stretched out flat, catching the snow without being afraid of the cold at all.
Maybe? It was rare to have nothing to do, she sat there with a relaxed posture, humming softly.
Yan Wei was far away and couldn't hear clearly.
Lin Zhen wanted to go up and tie him up to ask, but Yan Wei raised his hand to stop him, and said in a low voice, "No need."
He went straight out.
Snow sucked, Ayu was singing again, Yan Wei and others walked in front of her, she just froze for a moment, then stood up in surprise: "...is it you?"
She was obviously talking about Yan Wei and Yan Mingguang.
She also glanced at Lin Zhen and Zhong Bufan behind her, her expression even more puzzled: "Why are you here? Did you go the wrong way after you came in? I'll take you back to the front —”
"No need," Yan Wei called to stop her, "we are just here to find you."
Ayu opened his mouth: "Me?"
Yan Wei made an excuse, saying that my friend had a girl he liked a few days ago, the house was run down and he couldn't find her, and these few people heard that she was in Shen's house. They are ordinary people, and they will only be beaten back when they go to Shen's house, so they want to ask Ayu for a favor, let them sneak in pretending to be girls, so that they can find their friend's "sweetheart".
The sweetheart is just an unfounded excuse, what Yan Wei wants is to sneak into Shen's house quietly without attracting the attention of the players in Shen's house.
A Yu, an ordinary servant, seems to be unable to figure out the twists and turns. All she knew was that Yan Wei and the others wanted to use the name of Wanhualou to pretend to be girls and get in, so she said worriedly: "You? Finally, another girl ran away from the building yesterday, and I don’t know? I don’t know how? I can’t find her today. The remaining girl found out that the other two girls had these things, and she refused to live or die. I went. Yuanwai Shen will come to pick up the person later, and the manager is in a state of desperation. I don’t know how to explain it.”
"I can help you guys bribe some people, cover it up, and fool you. But what will you do after you go in? Yuanwai Shen... I heard that Yuanwai Shen is not a good person. If he finds out, you Aren’t we?…”
Zhong Bufan bowed and said: "Let's thank you first. As for how we can get out of the way, we have our own way, girl, don't worry."
A Yu's face showed embarrassment.
Yan Wei urged a few more words on the side, but Ayu still? He let them wait here, and she went to try.
She let go, Wanhualou is basically considered? No problem.
This sounds absurd, but? For the people of Wanhualou, there is nothing like a pie falling from the sky, helping them solve such a dilemma. As long as Yan Wei and the others pretend to be girls and follow Wanhualou's carriage into Shen's house, they don't need to find three girls and say nothing. If something happened to Shen's house, Wanhualou can also say that they don't know? Affection?. After all, it's a long way from Wanhualou to Shen's house. If something happened to the girls, they were swapped, or the carriage was robbed and replaced. What does it have to do with Wanhualou
Yan Wei knew this when he came, so he dared to ask Ayu to do this.
Sure enough, about tens of minutes later, Ayu came back and led them to an empty boudoir.
She said nervously: "The manager agreed, but he said... If something happens to you, you must bear it yourself, otherwise even if Yuanwai Shen let you go, Wanhualou will not let you go ?our."
How could Yan Wei care about such an insignificant threat in the dungeon, let alone their fight, which had nothing to do with this little Wanhualou. He just said: "Don't worry, I won't implicate you."
Ayu relaxed a bit: "Shen Yuanwai will come to pick up people in the evening, and he bought three girls this time. There are four of you, and there is one person who can pretend to be a delivery girl. We usually arrange a handyman to send the girls over. Someone went to Shen's house. When the time comes, you will take our token and say that Wanhualou sent the girl, and the gatekeepers of Shen's house will let her go."
She pointed to the girls' belongings in the room and said, "There are clothes and rouge in this room, you..."
She said, a little embarrassed? In the eyes of people who grew up in her era, Yan Wei's idea is really an unprecedented and grotesque behavior.
"Let me help you dress up."
Zhong Bufan quickly raised his hand: "No need!! We will do it ourselves!!"
Ayu didn't force her, she just told them the departure time and left the room.
Yan Mingguang didn't say anything from the beginning to the end—he had already promised Yan Wei, and he would not go back on his word. He was the first to turn around and come to the closet, flipping through it calmly.
Lin Zhen always had a playful heart, afraid of being that boring handyman, he quickly searched through the things used by the girl in this room, and felt that the clothes were not good-looking enough, so he wanted to find something else. Yan Wei let him do this, and told him to go to an empty room to find clothes, let him come back on time, and let Lin Zhen play by himself.
Zhong Bufan actually wanted to compete with Yan Wei for the identity of the pretended servant.
"You? You don't look like a rough worker at all," Zhong Bufan had to tell the truth, "You? You look so good, wearing the same clothes as the young master, but wearing burlap? There is something wrong with the capital letters!"
Yan Wei blocked all of Zhong Bufan's reasons with one sentence: "You? You are a familiar face. As long as the doorkeeper is an experienced super high-level player? If we don't enter the door, we will be exposed."
Zhong Bufan: "..."
Among the four of them, only Yan Wei is the most unfamiliar to these super high-level players.
Even if he had opened the casino perspective, there were only three or four of them, and they were all dungeons below the 50th floor. Compared to him who doesn't know these things? I don't know how many times I've been to the dungeon, and the images have already been watched over and over again, so I can be called a stranger. Although Lin Zhen and Yan Mingguang looked relatively unfamiliar, some time ago, Yan Mingguang led Lin Zhen and Yu Feizhou all the way to the super high-level, which still attracted the attention of many high-level players.
There are only a few people in the super high-level, everyone? We have met each other more or less.
Only Yan Wei can walk into Shen's house boldly. A familiar face like Zhong Bufan would definitely not work.
Zhong Bufan resigned to his fate, picked out a skirt, and went to the side to change it in despondency.
Yan Mingguang just chose the clothes.
Yan Wei took a look at the clothes in his hands, and said with a smile, "It's so plain, did Member Shen see it? I'm afraid it doesn't? I think you? Yes? Go to his funeral."
Yan Mingguang said: "It's fine." He couldn't understand what Shen Yuanwai did.
This person didn't have the burden of Zhong Bufan. After choosing the clothes, he began to take off his coat and prepare to change. He is tall, even if it is the largest size dress, it is still a bit stretched on him. Fortunately, the clothes of this era are full of long swings. If you adjust the position of the skirt and belt a little, you can barely wear it.
Although Yan Mingguang is tall, he can't see much size in his usual clothes. At first glance, he looks a little thin, but it's not a feeling of thinness, but the effect of a well-proportioned muscle and frame. Putting on a plain dress suddenly at this moment will not be abrupt. Yan Mingguang was very serious about his work, even though Zhong Bufan was cursing and cursing over there, he chose his clothes very well. The color of the dress and the loose fabric just covered his tall figure.
In addition, Yan Mingguang's facial features are extremely cold, and his temperament is as snowy as fog. He is not the kind of thick-looking man. The woman's dress did not bring too much disobedience, but it made him more pale and colder.
When Yan Mingguang simply finished his hair and hair, Yan Wei felt that this appearance was heroic and cold at first glance, and he didn't tease the other party's sense of accomplishment at all.
He sighed: "The girl is too pretty, be careful that Yuanwai Shen really likes it."
Yan Mingguang smiled imperceptibly.
Yan Wei was not very satisfied. He originally wanted to make fun of Yan Mingguang by making fun of it, but it turned out that this man didn't feel embarrassed at all after he dressed up. On the contrary, he looked at him so relaxedly that he almost blushed.
He picked up Shi Dai and the fine knife pen on the dressing table beside him, and said, "That's it? You? The eyebrows are a bit wide, which affects your beauty. Why don't I help you fix it."
As he spoke, he leaned forward and tiptoed slightly, pretending to do something on Yan Mingguang's face. But just as he leaned forward, the man in front of him raised his hand and pulled him close to him, tightly holding his restless hand.
Yan Mingguang finally sighed: "Stop making trouble."
Yan Wei looked up at him.
"I don't know if Yuanwai Shen will take a fancy to me," Yan Wei said in a low voice, "I am? I have a crush on it."
Yan Mingguang kissed him lightly on the forehead.
Yan Wei had never liked anyone before entering the building, but he also knew what an ordinary couple was like. Pretty much the same as it is now.
Yan Wei put down Shi Dai in his hand, and muttered to himself: "You? How will we get along with each other after we go out? The world outside the building is different from here. There is no life and death, no blood, and many trivial things here? It's all "big things" outside."
A trace of bewilderment flashed in Yan Mingguang's eyes.
Yan Wei deliberately quoted this sentence: "We seem to have basically never talked about the world outside the building. Before you entered the building, how did your parents get along?"
Yan Mingguang lowered his eyes, his lips were tightly closed, and he didn't say anything for a moment.
Yan Wei's expression was as usual, and he didn't ask any more questions, just chuckled: "I almost forgot the sense of order in the world outside the building."
He heard Zhong Bufan's voice coming out from behind the screen, he broke out of Yan Mingguang's arms, and turned his head to take a look at Zhong Bufan.
Yan Wei: "..."
He retracted his earlier thought that Zhong Bufan was not as serious as Yan Mingguang.
What Zhong Bufan chose was the bright-colored dress most often worn by women in Hualou. Her hair was also arranged in a complicated and straight bun, and she even wore a silk flower on her head. The dress he wore was much weirder than Yan Mingguang's, but he couldn't help that he was well prepared, and he even put some makeup on his face, making him appear gaudy.
Yan Wei looked down slightly, and saw the protrusion on Zhong Bufan's chest.
"...you? Kind of dedicated."
Zhong Bufan looked at Yan Mingguang, his complexion turned blue: "Why are some people so flat, but still prettier than me?"
Yan Wei: "." He had already forgotten who was the person who resisted the most.
Zhong Bufan straightened his sleeves, dragged his gorgeous skirt, looked around and said, "Where is Lin Zhen's kid? He hasn't come back yet? It's been a long time changing clothes, can't it be? Touched? Which boudoir has a girl? Let's go..."
As he said, he planned to go out to find Lin Zhen, walked a few steps to the door and opened it.
As soon as it was opened, two sections of bright red silk satin slowly fell down from the beam of the house, and the bright red skirt swayed slightly on top of Zhong Bufan's head.
Zhong Bufan was also attacked by a female ghost before. He was chilled for a while? He took a step back suddenly, and took out a legendary item in his hand.
The next moment, the person hanging from the beam hung his head upside down, his combed bun swaying with his movements, and behind him was a scattered red sash.
"You? What are you doing?" Lin Zhen said, "You want to fight with me? Are you fighting in women's clothes? Your fetish is so strange, but? I like it."
Zhong Bufan: "..."
Yan Mingguang: "..."
Yan Wei: "..."
Yan Wei glanced at the big red dress on Lin Zhen, and asked him, "You? Which room did you get the clothes from?"
"No? You? Tell me to go to an empty room? I dare not go if there are people living in it. I'm not a pervert. I went to a room that seemed to have been unoccupied for a long time. A lot of wooden signs with nothing engraved on them..."
Lin Zhen shook, jumped down from the beam, and patted the dust in his hands, "The clothes in that room are as plain as Yan Mingguang's, or are they? This kind, I really want to try this kind of clothes." I just changed to a red one, and it's quite elegant. What's wrong?"
Yan Wei said quietly: "That is? Jiang Jingyun's room."
The room fell silent for a moment.
Yan Mingguang: "..."
Zhong Bufan: "."
Lin Zhen: "."