The torrential rain continued, and the sky was completely covered with a curtain of darkness. The dark clouds even covered the supposedly bright stars, only the distant thunder light brought faint brightness.
Candles were lit on the main hall of the mountain temple.
Holding an umbrella, Yan Wei whistled, took out a flashlight from his pocket and turned it on, shining it on Jiang Xiu's face without hesitation.
Jiang Xiu's extremely gloomy face was suddenly shaken by the strong light, he subconsciously raised his hand to cover his face, and scolded angrily: "Even you, a waste, dare to put your nose on your face?"
"Of course," Yan Wei got his wish and saw the man's angry and regretful expression, "You dare not kill me."
Jiang Xiu gritted his teeth.
Of course Jiang Xiu knew what Yan Wei meant. It's already dark, and according to the situation in the copy, nightfall is the time for ghosts to move. It is a fact that he has the lowest score, and Yan Mingguang and Yan Wei are not the most important things to him now.
As a player who descended from the tenth floor to the seventh floor, Jiang Xiu never imagined that he would face the threat of death after the dungeon had only started for more than a day.
He gave Yan Wei a hard look: "After tonight, I won't let you live until the next day!"
Yan Wei raised his eyebrows: "Then you have to stay until after tonight. By the way, the skin bone umbrella may appear again, be careful... bones."
Jiang Xiu turned around and walked into the mountain temple. As soon as he turned around, Yan Mingguang stood there with an umbrella in front of the steps of the main hall of the mountain temple, looking down at him.
Jiang Xiu walked up quickly and hurriedly bypassed Yan Mingguang - he has no time to care about these things now.
"Brother Jiang!" Zheng Mao was taken aback for a moment, then heeled up.
Yan Wei suddenly turned sideways, blocked the road ahead, and bumped into Zheng Mao who was in a hurry.
At the moment of the collision, Yan Wei took out the things he had prepared long ago from the black ring, and stuffed them silently into Zheng Mao's pocket.
Zheng Mao glanced at him inexplicably, and said angrily, "Get out of the way!"
Yan Wei spread his hands and refused to let go.
Seeing that Jiang Xiu had entered the mountain temple, Zheng Mao had no choice but to bypass Yan Wei and walk up the steps, followed Jiang Xiu, and quickly disappeared at the gate of the mountain temple.
"Boom—"
Yan Wei stood at the bottom of the steps, looking up at Yan Mingguang who was standing at the top of the steps at the entrance of the main hall.
The sorceress has been tied up by them. Most of the candles in the hall were lit by the players, and they are much brighter than last night. The candlelight behind the man was flickering, slightly depicting the tough outline of this man, in this dark rainy night, indifferent and reliable.
The temperature here drops as soon as night falls, Yan Wei feels the coolness, but doesn't feel too cold.
Why
He thought about it.
It seemed that Yan Mingguang was looking at him.
Thinking of this, Yan Wei held an umbrella, sneered, walked up the steps step by step, and walked to Yan Mingguang's side.
"What are you thinking?" The other party asked him, paused, and added, "I turned off the projector when I first came out."
"I think it's amazing." Yan Wei copied his pocket with one hand, clenched the Yanzi coin in his pocket, and blinked quickly, "I've never been worried about handing over my plans to others, but today I... When waiting for Jiang Xiu to appear at the entrance of the temple, it seems that he has never thought about other possibilities."
He was sure that Yan Mingguang would not miss.
Yan Wei knows his sexual orientation, but he is also very clear that his heart is full of indifference by nature, and he will not have strong emotions.
But in the backtracking illusion, in such a scene that required reason and concentration, the moment Yan Mingguang lightly brushed the corner of his lips, his heart was basically in a mess.
The man gave him a look.
"It's getting dark, it's time to go in and rest."
"It's time to go in, but I'm not in a hurry to rest." Yan Wei walked under the eaves and put away the umbrella. "There's still a good show tonight."
Yan Mingguang naturally understood that Yan Wei was talking about Jiang Xiu and Zheng Mao. He didn't say much, he also agreed on the umbrella, and returned to the room they were in with Yan Wei.
Yan Mingguang lit the candles around the room, Yan Wei wiped down the table and chairs, and then sat down in front of the old desk and said, "I have listened carefully to all the prompts about the three-point answer just now. Think exactly the same."
This copy of Ankang Ancient Town comes from a custom in a remote area.
The ancestors of the townspeople settled in this place surrounded by mountains and rivers, and found a stone on the mountain wall. The shape of the stone is like a man holding an umbrella, so the ancestors of the townspeople directly surrounded the mountain wall halfway up the mountain and enshrined this human-shaped stone as a mountain god.
They began to believe that it was the mountain gods who brought them good weather. They regarded umbrellas as totems, worshiped rainy days, and gradually developed bloody and ugly customs.
——If a girl in the town encounters a heavy rain on the day she gets married at the age of eighteen, it means that the girl is chosen by the mountain god. Her skin will be peeled off alive to make the canopy, and her bones will be pulled out alive to make the handle and ribs of the umbrella.
In the past few decades, when the current sorceress was in charge of the temple, a total of five eligible girls appeared.
They were sent to the altar by the townspeople one after another, and were skinned and boned by the sorceress at the bottom of the well.
After the sacrifice, the girl's skinless body will be thrown into the well by the sorceress, and the sorceress will also take the girl's skin and bones, and make the girl's skin and bones into a skin bone umbrella at the bottom of the well, which is similar to a holy place. .
Over time, in the past ten years, Ankang Town, which was originally normal, has undergone changes.
"I felt something was wrong in the morning," Yan Wei raised his eyebrows, "the sorceress said that their ten-year mountain god festival is here, and the town will start to worship the mountain god, and the cook also said that the townspeople will be at the gate during this time The white umbrella expresses reverence for the mountain god. But we... from here to now, have we seen any believers besides the children who regularly come to the mountain temple to study every day?"
For normal fanatical beliefs, mountain temples should be full of incense.
But there is no one here.
"They are no longer in awe of the mountain temple, but they are far more afraid than respectful. Combined with the fact that the witch wants to put an umbrella at our door to attract skinless female ghosts, I boldly guess—after these girls turned into ghosts , and began to kill people in the town. Combining with the pictures we saw at the bottom of the well, the girls killed people with the method of offering sacrifices, and put the bones of the dead at the bottom of the well. The sorceress naturally discovered all this, and she did not dare To defy these ghosts, they had to continue to make umbrellas from the skin and bones of the dead.
"Later, she discovered that if she put these skin bone umbrellas at the door, the girl would kill those people first. So the terrified sorceress kept attracting travelers from other places, put the umbrellas at the door, hid them in the room, and used travelers to kill them. instead of the townspeople's lives."
"This is the secret of Ankang Ancient Town, so we can get this point without going down the mountain at all."
After that is what they do.
He guessed from the very beginning that the sorceress had three points for answering questions. So Yan Wei held back those clues along the way, holding back all the quick answer points.
When the sorceress was caught, Yan Wei forced Lin Zhen and Yu Feizhou to cooperate, and with the help of Yan Mingguang, he waited for Jiang Xiu at the door, while Yan Mingguang and the other three were optimistic about the sorceress, and at the same time, the others except the Yuemang organization players are found.
If you follow the clues, you can get three points for no reason, and you don't need to be the lowest score. Except for Lin Zhen, who is crazy, who would refuse
And Lin Zhen's insanity had already been dealt with by Yan Wei.
The sorceress is not a powerful boss in the first place, but an important npc in a dungeon, so naturally she said everything under threat.
When Yan Wei saw Jiang Xiu, the players gathered in the main hall of the mountain temple had already heard the witch tell about the customs and secrets of Ankang Ancient Town, and also knew why the witch used the skin bone umbrella to kill people.
Yan Wei got stuck with a bug in the quick-answer system—all players heard the clues given by the sorceress at the same time, and got three quick-answer points at the same time, plus Yan Wei's original three points and Ning Yi's two points, Jiang Xiu and Zheng Mao should be tied for the lowest score.
Although some people may wonder where the two-point answer points about the skin-bone umbrella theme and the water well went at the beginning, everyone has the possibility. Yan Wei has never been paid attention to, and he is not afraid of others guessing him.
Yan Wei took out the Yanzi coin in his pocket, and tossed it casually in his hand.
"It's night," he smiled, "how do you think the ghost will attack the lowest score?"
Yan Mingguang: "What did you put in Zheng Mao's pocket? Finger bones?"
"Do you remember the rule? These ghosts will only attack the lowest score if 'no player triggers the death condition.'"
"There is no player who triggers death."
"There will be. But Jiang Xiu... will die too."
It was still raining outside, and the sound of crackling rain touched people's nerves bit by bit.
Jiang Xiu looked at the bunch of clues sorted out in front of him, and felt more and more irritable.
Ning Yi was the same as last night, just leaning there with her eyes closed, her head slightly lowered, her brows covering her eyebrows. She was unusually quiet and didn't respond to the two players from the same organization.
When Jiang Xiu first came in, he tried to seek Ning Yi's help, but Ning Yi ignored him at all, and he didn't dare to offend Ning Yi to cause himself more trouble, so he could only sort out the clues here and think if he could find a new answer immediately point.
"Brother Jiang," Zheng Mao wandered around the room, "We have the lowest score now, and we need at least three points to catch up. What should we do?"
Even if it reached two points, it was tied with Ning Yi for the last place, and only those with three points would not be targeted by ghosts tonight.
On the first night, Jiang Xiu abolished the most useful ghost-expelling props in his hands. He was not the player who lifted the building three times in a row. He didn't have the skills rewarded by the building, and there were not many life-saving props left in his hand.
Who knows what the extent of the so-called ghost attack will be
Moreover, Zheng Mao is an ordinary player climbing stairs, and he is a player descending stairs. The ghosts will definitely attack him first and then attack Zheng Mao. He is the first preferred target of ghosts.
"What else can we do? If there is no one who triggers the death condition, we can only grab answer points—"
Jiang Xiu's voice suddenly paused.
He turned off his gambling projection, and said, "No, I thought of a clue, but we have to go to the main hall for a while... I may need to use secret props later, you turn off the projection."
Zheng Mao nodded quickly, turned off the gaming projection, and said, "Okay! Okay, I'll go with you."
It was dark and weird outside, but both of them had a life-and-death crisis hanging over their heads, and they could no longer care about the possible dangers.
Jiang Xiu quickly took Zheng Mao to the main hall.
The main hall was still lit with weak candles, and the torrential rain outside brought strong winds, which flickered the candles. The stone statue of the mountain god stands there quietly, dragging a treacherous shadow under the candlelight.
In front of the stone statue of the mountain god, there are also some food such as cured meat, plus some ornaments that are obviously used as sacrifices—they are things dedicated to the mountain god during the mountain god festival.
Jiang Xiu's eyes sank, but his expression didn't reveal anything. He just pulled Zheng Mao and said, "There are clues to the items for offering sacrifices to the mountain gods. Let's go up and have a look."
Zheng Mao nodded hastily again, followed Jiang Xiu and walked quickly to the sacrificial objects. Unconsciously, Jiang Xiu slowed down when approaching the sacrificial offering, and Zheng Mao reached in front of the sacrificial offering one step ahead.
As soon as Zheng Mao approached, at an angle he couldn't see, Jiang Xiu behind him suddenly raised his hand slowly.
"Brother Jiang—" Zheng Mao paused.
Jiang Xiu suddenly pushed Zheng Mao hard! !
Zheng Mao, who was eager to find clues to get quick answer points, was completely unprepared. He was caught off guard by Jiang Xiu and pushed him staggeringly, hitting the altar directly.
The sacrificial offerings placed on the ground were subconsciously pushed to the ground by him, and the bacon rolled a few times on the stolen goods.
"Boom—"
The surroundings were filled with the sound of thunder and rain, but Zheng Mao felt that the silence was terrifying. The moment he pushed down the sacrifice, he suddenly felt that something was watching him from the dark, sending chills down his spine.
Jiang Xiu, who just pushed Zheng Mao, stood aside, smiled ferociously, and finally heaved a sigh of relief.
When they came on the first day, they asked the sorceress if they could walk around, and the sorceress' answer was that it would not affect the sacrifice.
Like the guiding NPCs of all dungeons, the words spoken when assigning rooms at the beginning are the most basic rules in the dungeon. In other words, if it affects the priest, then the death condition is triggered, and it will definitely become the first target of the ghost.
When no one triggers the death condition, the ghost will attack the lowest score. Jiang Xiu had no way to get three points in one go before the ghost appeared, but that didn't mean he had no way to go.
— Zheng Mao bumped into the sacrificial offering, triggering the death condition.
He'll be fine tonight. Anyway, if he doesn't do this, Zheng Mao will die tonight, so it's better to let him live. Before they came out, their gambling projections were also turned off, and the other players and members of the Yuemang organization would not know that he was trading his own life.
He just needs to hurry up and close the gap tomorrow during the day.
After the goal was achieved, Jiang Xiu raised his foot and was about to turn around and go back to the room.
The moment Zheng Mao fell to the ground, he knew he was being used.
His eyes were tearing apart, he hurriedly stood up and grabbed Jiang Xiu, screaming, "Jiang Xiu, you—you use me!? Do you still have a conscience!!"
Jiang Xiu shook him off: "Anyway, you're going to die tonight, so you might as well give me a chance to live. I'll let Yan Mingguang and Yan Wei die to avenge you."
As an ordinary player, Zheng Mao's body index was not comparable to that of Jiang Xiu, so he was pushed away by Jiang Xiu in an instant.
He hit the corner of the table while rolling, and suddenly something rolled out of his pocket.
Zheng Mao saw the appearance of this thing clearly under the faint candlelight—it was an ordinary finger bone.
In his panic, fear and remorse, the words Yan Wei said at the entrance of the mountain temple suddenly appeared in his mind...
— "Be careful... bones."
Zheng Mao's expression changed, and panic was instantly replaced by despair and cruelty.
He hurriedly grabbed the phalanx without any trace, saw Jiang Xiu who had already walked back, immediately got up and quickly ran forward and hugged Jiang Xiu: "Brother Jiang! Brother Jiang, you can't treat me like this, I will enter this dungeon When you agreed, you would definitely bring me out alive... Jiang—”
Jiang Xiu pushed him away forcefully again.
The moment he was pushed away, Zheng Mao stuffed his finger bones into Jiang Xiu's pocket.
Since Jiang Xiu wants to let him take the blame, then he... will not let Jiang Xiu live a good life! !
in the guest room.
After sorting out all the clues, Yan Wei slowly got up and chuckled.
"I'll go back as soon as I go."
A man is smoking a cigarette by the window. The gust of wind brought by the torrential rain instantly blows the smoke away, and Yan Mingguang's dull gaze is even colder under the lens.
The man looked up at him and asked, "Where are you going?"
"Go and take back the phalanx of the ordinary dead that I got from dismantling the umbrella. I have always wanted to confirm whether the phalanx of the 'unknown' ordinary dead has the same effect as I guessed—attracting ghosts."
Yan Mingguang seemed to be stunned for a moment: "I thought you gave the girl's finger bones."
The girl's phalanx is a prop that can resist the attack of ghosts.
Yan Wei sneered: "Do you think I want to save Zheng Mao? Not everyone is as kind as you, Mr. Ice Cube. Zheng Mao and Jiang Xiu chose the wrong side, but he also wanted to kill us— He is also damned. But, if my prediction is correct, the phalanx should be on Jiang Xiu's body now."
"I'm leaving. Confirm the function of the finger bones of ordinary dead people, and by the way... appreciate death."