When Yan Wei called out for help, Lin Zhen was still drawing his longbow to the cave behind Yan Wei, just in case there would be any sudden danger.
But when Yan Wei cried out for help in panic and fear, Lin Zhen almost broke the bowstring with his unshakable hand in his life.
Yu Feizhou has already stepped forward in three steps and two steps forward, bent over and stretched out his hand, with a gentle tone: "We are here to save you, don't be afraid."
Yu Feizhou really didn't have any other ideas.
A person like Yan Wei is clean and clear with intelligence, the kind of person who can arouse people's emotions as soon as they meet. Either hating like jealousy, or liking like being close.
Yu Feizhou himself is powerful, and has never been compared to others, so he doesn't have any emotions like jealousy and resentment. After seeing Yan Wei in this dungeon, he couldn't help but feel good about Yan Wei. What's more, although Yan Wei didn't seem to contribute much, he didn't hold back. He didn't make trouble like most newcomers at all, and he was far less trash than Jiang Xiu said.
He felt that he could understand Yan Mingguang. If he brought Yan Wei in, he would also want to take Yan Wei out safely.
He stretched out his hand towards Yan Wei, and smiled gently: "Get up."
Yan Wei looked up at him, blinked her eyes, and quickly raised her hand.
Seeing that Yan Wei's hand was about to touch the Yufei boat, there was a rustling sound of a long whip waving, and the tail of the whip suddenly caught Yan Wei's wrist, pulling Yan Wei up directly with neat but not excessive force.
At the moment Yan Wei was pulled up by the whip, the body of the long whip rolled around Yan Wei's waist, and directly dragged him to Yan Mingguang's side. The moment the man landed on the ground, the man raised his hand to support him, and retracted the whip gently at the same time, without causing any physical discomfort to Yan Wei.
Yan Mingguang moved too fast, Yu Feizhou's hand was still in mid-air.
He wasn't angry either, he just withdrew his hand and smiled politely.
Yan Mingguang just left the tail of the long whip tied to Yan Wei's left wrist, his eyes were dim.
Yan Wei knew that he did this so that the two of them could use the long whip to communicate immediately, but Yu Feizhou didn't know the way to do it, so he might feel that Yan Mingguang was deliberately targeting it. This person was not hostile to him, he seemed to be very friendly, Yan Wei didn't want the other party to misunderstand, so he said to Yu Feizhou, "Thank you."
Lin Zhen stared at Yan Wei, with the corner of his mouth slightly hooked: "Didn't you say that there is a skin and bone umbrella chasing you? Where's the umbrella?"
"It's in the back, let's go, it will be tricky when more than a hundred umbrellas come over..." Yan Wei lied without changing his face, pointing to the bone umbrella that had fallen apart on the ground, "These umbrellas are actually flying. Quick, I can barely outrun them, only this one catches up to me just now. I don't know why this one flies the fastest, I thought it was going to kill me when it flew past me, but it just passed me... maybe I sensed you, after all, the lives of three people are definitely worth more than my life alone. Fortunately, even if you showed up."
At the same time, Yan Wei clenched the whip leg that was still wrapped around his hand, and said to Yan Mingguang in his heart: [Mr. Yan, what happened to me just now, go back and tell you. Can you go ahead and dig out the tiniest piece of bone from the crumbling bones of this umbrella? It's a finger bone, you can see it immediately if you go over and take a look, so don't make a fuss and pick it up.]
Yan Mingguang glanced at him calmly, walked up to the shattered skin and bone umbrella, held the whip handle in one hand, and flipped a few times among the bones with the other, and quickly found the little finger bone.
Then his indifferent voice sounded: "I can't see anything special."
It was a response to what Yan Wei said just now, "I don't know why this one flies the fastest", pretending to find out what is different about this umbrella.
As he spoke, he put the little finger bone into the item column of the information panel without saying a word.
The light in the cave was dim, and Lin Zhen and Yu Feizhou didn't think there was anything in the umbrella, so they didn't pay much attention to it. Yan Mingguang's little movement was extremely fast, and neither Lin Zhen nor Yu Feizhou noticed anything wrong.
After finishing this, he immediately pulled Yan Wei with a long whip, turned around and walked towards another road.
"Hey, why are you leaving? Don't we stay and wait for the more than one hundred skin and bone umbrellas?" Lin Zhen shouted, "I can't beat it alone, maybe the three of us can."
Yan Ming bald and didn't look back: "You do what you want."
Yu Feizhou patted Lin Zhen: "Let's go quickly. We can't waste time on this kind of danger. It will be dark outside in a while, and we will be in danger if we are still in the well."
Lin Zhen naturally understood this truth.
They went down the well mainly for the secret behind the witch and the skin bone umbrella. Now they don't have any points to answer, but the time is still passing, and no one knows what will happen at night. He just had a mouthful, and he didn't really intend to stay where he was and do useless work.
He put the longbow back on his back and sneered: "OK, let's go."
"It's time like this, you should take care of watching the excitement."
"You should take care of your Virgin Mary's heart first," Lin Zhen raised his eyebrows, staring at Yan Wei who was led away by Yan Mingguang with a whip, as if talking to himself, "Pity should also look at the object Who… "
The light source in front has been very dim, and one can barely see a road, and occasionally there will be one or two forks, which should be mixed with the roads to other entrances—after all, there are five random entrances at the bottom of the well, and they also Been to two, and there must be three other places with bone umbrellas.
Walking aimlessly will only waste time, and with what Yan Wei said "many bone umbrellas are chasing behind", Lin Zhen has no choice but to take up the responsibility of exploring the way.
The black arrow feathers flew forward one step ahead. In the narrow aisle, there was the sound of distant arrow feathers inserting into the wall hole or never returning. They judged the direction according to the echoes from different forks, and moved forward together calmly for the time being. .
The four of them reached a short-term cooperation without words.
Yan Wei and Yan Mingguang told each other what happened during the time they were apart through the whip.
[You also got a girl's fingerbone? How did you find that umbrella?] Yan Wei asked.
[I have skills,] Yan Mingguang paused, and added, [The value doubles when life and death are in crisis.]
Yan Wei's pace subconsciously slowed down a bit.
He has always been very clear that Yan Mingguang's style of not minding being on the bright side at all obviously has some purpose. Maybe, like him, he needs such an ability. But he didn't expect that this person would say it directly, just like Yan Mingguang would give up racing against time to collect clues and come to find him first. step.
Yan Mingguang, sometimes he can see through the other party's thoughts at once, but sometimes he feels that he can't figure it out.
He followed behind this person, looked at his back, paused for a while before saying: [I also used skills to find the girl's finger bones. In addition, I also found the most important thing on the remaining skin bone umbrellas-the core of each umbrella is a phalanx of the little finger. Now it is basically certain that these umbrellas should be made by some evil method and people. The phalanx of the deceased is the core of the power of the skin bone umbrella, and the girls we saw last night were skinned and boned to make umbrellas and turned into ghosts.]
[There are two types of skin bone umbrellas. One is made of the skin bones of these girls. They are very powerful. As long as death is triggered, they can even kill an ordinary seven-layer player without any effort. There is also the dead who were killed by these girls, men, women and children. The umbrellas made of their skin and bones are of ordinary power, and I can tear them apart as long as I put my mind to it.]
[My current guess is: the girl's skin bone umbrella is directly related to the witch, either killed by the witch, or... all the townspeople of this ancient town were involved. It may be made by some kind of evil method, and it may even have something to do with the mountain gods believed in in this ancient town. I don't believe that the townspeople are innocent. So many skin and bone umbrellas mean that hundreds of people died. This town is impossible. Know nothing. And those ordinary dead were killed by the ghosts turned into by these murdered girls, because their relationship was weakened, so their strength was ordinary.]
[—Witches or townspeople kill girls, girls kill other ordinary people, and there are more and more bone umbrellas. And if these skin-bone umbrellas appear next to a living person, at night, the person will be skinned and boned to death, and the skin bones will be made into new skin-bone umbrellas. During the day, the skin bone umbrellas and ghosts will go back to the bottom of the well to hide. If the witch wants to use the skin bone umbrellas—whether it is harmful to people or has other effects—he must go down the well again to drag some skin bone umbrellas out and put them at night. To our door or hide in the room.]
[Their phalanx must have some function. Now we have two phalanxes of girls and one hundred and twenty-six phalanxes of ordinary dead people. Anyway, they must be leading.]
Yan Mingguang quietly listened to Yan Wei's analysis, and asked him: [Don't rush to answer points?]
You can only get points for answering if you say it. Because of the more than one hundred finger bones of ordinary dead people, Yan Wei's information volume is now significantly higher than that of other players, and these clues will at least get one point for quick answers.
[Of course,] Yan Wei chuckled, [But not now. We just unraveled the things floating on the top layer. We don’t know why the leather bone umbrellas exist, we don’t know their relationship with the mountain gods, and there is this mysterious witch...]
Yan Mingguang nodded slightly, and continued to lead Yan Wei forward with a whip.
The further he went in, the temperature in the cave became colder and colder, and the cool wind blew across Yan Wei's cheeks, as if something deep and cold was touching him.
The environment became extremely eerie.
The footsteps of the four people echoed in the cave, Lin Zhen seemed to have no sense of the goosebumps, and chattered aside. While analyzing the dungeon with Yan Mingguang, Yan Wei devoted himself to communicating with Yu Feizhou, and by the way, asked a lot of information about the world inside the building from this talkative seed player.
"...So besides Yuemang, there are organizations like Broken Scythe and Black Bird, all of which are managed by high-level players in the 80s and 90s. Other players are attached to the organization, and the players in the organization often go upstairs together?" Yan Wei blinked, pure curiosity flashed in his clear eyes.
Yu Feizhou knew everything: "Yes. In this way, higher-level players can lead lower-level players. It is beneficial to go down or up. Some players will be fixed at certain floors and keep going up and down, although they can't get points. , but can be refreshed to props, and some props that allow changing owners will circulate in the organization. Messages and contacts are intertwined, and the organizations check and balance each other, forming a very stable ecological environment in the world inside the building."
"Is the building encouraged to lift the building?"
"Yes." Surprise flashed in Yu Feizhou's eyes, "You are very smart. No matter from any point of view, the feedback you get from lifting the building is the greatest. If you and Yan Mingguang can successfully pass the level, you will gain a lot. There are more players than going up to the seventh floor one by one. But even so, there will always be a small number of people who choose to go up the stairs—because the death rate is too high."
Yan Wei nodded.
The light ahead suddenly became brighter.
It was a strong light that was completely impossible to appear in the ground, and it shone directly into Yan Wei's eyes pale and pale, so that his eyesight after the dungeon was strengthened could not bear it. He grasped the whip tied around his wrist with one hand, and subconsciously raised the other hand to cover his eyes.
After a while, the strong light gradually returned to calm, and Yan Wei's eyes got used to the daytime light.
He put down his hand, and the scene in front of him has completely changed.
Both Yu Feizhou and Lin Zhen disappeared, and I don't know if it's because Yan Wei and Yan Mingguang have been connected with a whip, but the two of them are still standing tandem at this moment.
In the front, rows of brick and tile buildings are connected together, with drizzle and cool breeze. Although the sky is covered with a thin layer of dark clouds, the sun behind the clouds can still be seen faintly.
—It is not at all the cave at the bottom of the well that I saw just now.
Yan Wei looked around at the seemingly peaceful surroundings, and muttered, "Why did we come here suddenly?"
"Yu Feizhou and Lin Zhen know something about the bottom of the well," Yan Mingguang said slowly, "I didn't mention this situation."
Yu Feizhou and Lin Zhen saw the clues to the bottom of the well in the main hall of the mountain temple, and those clues to the bottom of the well came from the records of the sorceress.
If they don't know that there will be a sudden change of place, it means that this is a situation that the witch has not recorded and will not encounter, and it is only for them "intruders".
Under unknown emergencies, accidents may happen at any time. Yan Wei thought about it quickly, and immediately said to Yan Mingguang through the whip: [Turn off the projection.]
[Um.]
Yan Mingguang quickly turned off the projector and said to him, "It's not teleportation, it's an illusion."
"You also noticed..." Under the thin rain, Yan Wei raised his head, his light brown eyes reflected the faintly bright sky. He raised his finger and pointed to the top of his head: "The sun is directly above, at noon. But it was almost noon when we came in. After so long, it is approaching evening no matter what. We should still be in the well, maybe because of the gradual Touching the depths of the well triggered this illusion. The location of the illusion... "
Yan Wei curled his fingers and pointed to the building in front of him, "The architectural style is very similar to the Temple of the Mountain. If there is nothing we don't know, this should be the ancient town of Ankang."
"Hold on to the whip."
"Don't worry, Mr. Yan, you won't really treat me as a waste snack, will you? This illusion is quite real—"
He paused.
The pure and clear singing came from not far away, and the voices of children overlapped together.
"The stars are up, the moon is up..."
"This is a mountain and river bestowed by God, this is a fertile field, this is a blessing from heaven..."
"Let it rain, let it rain, the crops will grow..."
"We put up our umbrellas..."
In front of the small road in the town, townspeople wearing ethnic costumes appeared one after another on the empty street. They held exquisitely made umbrellas and strolled in the drizzle. The children carried schoolbags, sang songs, and went home with umbrellas.
They seem to like the rain very much, and they always subconsciously stretch out their hands from the umbrella, catch a few drops of rainwater with their palms and daub them on their faces casually.
The clothes of Yan Wei and Wei are particularly conspicuous in this ancient town, but the others don't seem to care about them, still smiling and walking in front of them.
There was only a young girl walking from a distance, her eyes fell on them, and she walked towards them slowly.
Her face is very young, you can tell just by looking at it, her age is no more than twenty or so. The girl's body has a very clean temperament, her facial features are exquisite and beautiful, her skin is fair, and looking down from her face, her whole body is full of beautiful bones.
If such a beauty is approaching normally, no matter who it is, they will not feel too nervous.
But Yan Wei and Yan Mingguang's expressions both changed.
— On the body of this clean and beautiful girl lies a skinless, boneless, bloody ghost! And under her feet, under the faintly bright sky, there was no trace of a shadow.
She walked in front of Yan Wei and Yan Mingguang, with a gentle smile on her pretty face: "Follow me."
On her back, the lying ghost also showed a sinister smile at the two of them. The bloody faces squeezed together, and the stinky blood dripped to the ground along with the smile, merging with the pattering rain.
Not only did Yan Wei not show a frightened expression, but he raised his chin and showed a standard smile at the ghost on the girl's back. The ghost didn't scare Yan Wei and Yan Mingguang, but the girl was already holding an umbrella, turned around, and walked towards the town.
Yan Mingguang glanced at Yan Wei.
"Let's follow." Yan Wei's eyes narrowed, "I think... she is one of the girls who made the skin bone umbrella."
In the illusion, Yan Wei and Yan Mingguang followed the girl with a ghost on her back and an umbrella in the ancient town of Ankang in the illusion.
Outside the illusion, in the real ancient town of Ankang, Jiang Xiu and Zheng Mao have gradually approached the real information.
After they came to the ancient town, what they encountered was exactly as the cook Hu Ayu said—the residents in the town had a particularly bad temper.
Rather than saying that the residents have a bad temper, it is better to say that they are a little neurotic and not like normal people. In front of the houses in the town, there are all kinds of open umbrellas, but there are basically no people on the road.
This town that believes in rainy days seems to welcome the arrival of the Mountain God Festival with an umbrella, and at the same time, it is very afraid and panic about rainy days. Facing Jiang Xiu and Zheng Mao's inquiries, the townspeople walked away quickly, impatient with these "outsiders" like them.
They sneaked around the town for a while, and found that apart from the innocent children who knew nothing, these townspeople did not look forward to the coming of the Mountain God Festival at all, but rather feared and terrified. There was a townsman who, just because he was knocked by the threshold when he went out, was muttering something like "offending the mountain god".
Not long after, Jiang Xiu and Zheng Mao saw the cook Hu Ayu who was going down the mountain after cooking.
Beautiful women are always more attractive no matter where they are, but Hu Ayu has no such treatment. Not only was there nothing, but the people in the town seemed to hate Hu Ayu very much, and they avoided her when they saw her.
Under the drizzle, someone hurriedly ran past with an umbrella, just in time to bump into Hu Ayu who had just descended the mountain. Hu Ayu was caught off guard and knocked down to the ground, his clothes were soaked by the muddy rain on the ground, but the man took a step back and said disgustedly: "I heard that you went to the mountain temple to cook? How dare the sorceress let you Go, don't be afraid of the mountain god's wrath...you don't hold an umbrella yet, bah, bad luck."
After the man finished speaking, he hurriedly held up his umbrella, walked around Hu Ayu and left.
The cook fell to the ground, extremely embarrassed in the rain.
The two stood aside, completely seeing this scene in their eyes. Jiang Xiu sneered: "No wonder she is arranged to cook on the mountain temple. It turns out that she is also an information point. Zheng Mao, help her up and ask about the situation."
Zheng Mao smiled awkwardly: "Here, Brother Jiang..."
The whole town is full of nervousness. They don't know what the words "mountain god" and "wrath" in these people's mouths represent. Who knows if going to help Hu Ayu will be labeled by some townspeople? The debuff
Jiang Xiu saw Zheng Mao's hesitation at a glance, raised his hand and patted Zheng Mao hard, pushed Zheng Mao a step forward, and said, "If you don't go, should I go? You are debuffed, I will return Can save you, I was posted what if I say something, with your strength, how can I rely on you?"
"Brother Jiang, no, I—" Zheng Mao was glared at by Jiang Xiu, he swallowed his saliva, paused for words, and really didn't dare to provoke Jiang Xiu, "I'll go, I'll go."
He walked up to Hu Ayu, stretched out his hand, and smiled hypocritically: "Girl, we met again in the town, what a coincidence."
Hu Ayu glanced at him and whispered: "Thank you." Then he stood up holding Zheng Mao's hand.
The scattered townspeople on the street all looked this way, and as expected, just as Zheng Mao helped Hu Ayu up, a debuff of "disgust from the townspeople" hung on Zheng Mao's body.
Zheng Mao gritted his teeth, but he was debuffed at the moment, and he had to rely on Jiang Xiu, so he had to swallow his breath and not speak.
Jiang Xiu walked up to Hu Ayu quite comfortably, smiled politely at the beautiful cook, and said gently: "Just now I saw that other people in the town didn't seem to have a very good attitude towards you. We passed by here on a trip, thanks to you and the witch's hospitality, and I would like to thank you. Can you let me know what happened? Maybe I can help you."
Perhaps it was because of Zheng Mao's help just now that the cook who had no attitude towards Jiang Xiu had a good impression. She rolled her eyeballs, a bit of timidity slipped through her clear eyes, and her expression was rather hesitant.
After a while, she still nodded: "Okay, you go home with me first, and I will tell you."
In the fantasy world at the bottom of the well.
Yan Wei and Yan Mingguang followed the girl carrying the skinless ghost into the town.
It was as if they were brought into a fantasy world by this girl. Gradually, these townspeople seemed to be able to see them, but they couldn't see the girl with the umbrella and the skinless ghost on her back.
The two of them had just walked in front of an ordinary house with many red gowns hanging on it, when the girl suddenly disappeared, but a lot of people rushed out of the house, crowded and shouting, pushing the two of them into the house. They kept saying things like "happy event" and "starting soon", and sent them to two rooms respectively.
Yan Wei, on the other hand, was holding on to the whip in Yan Mingguang's hand—they were just playing by ear, rather than separating according to the arrangement of the illusion.
But these men, women and children didn't seem to force it, they just laughed and said: "These young couples just can't be separated, let them stay together and wait!"
Afterwards, the two were shoved into a beamingly decorated room.
"Why do I feel like we are going through a plot?" Yan Wei confirmed that there is no danger in the room for the time being, and sat down directly beside the bed covered with red quilts, "This illusion seems to be..."
Yan Mingguang rarely said a long series of words: "There is a kind of aura of ghosts, called backtracking. It is the scene before death formed by the condensation of resentment after the death of a person who died tragically. The illusion of backtracking will continue to repeat the last scene of the ghost before it was alive. Those who enter carefully will be forced to enter and experience this segment—including the last moment of this ghost's life, which is the scene of death. If it cannot be cracked... "
"Will you really die when you experience the scene of death?" Yan Wei raised an eyebrow, pointing to the bright red silk hanging on the bed frame, "Then I know why two people entered, this one that was made into an umbrella The last scene that the girl experienced before she was alive is probably just getting married, and the two of us... "
His expression was rather unnatural: "Well, it should be the bridegroom and the bride."