Tangning felt that Lin Yun's eyes were a little strange. It was very creepy to be stared at by a teammate with such abnormal eyes in a horror dungeon. Could there be something fishy going on behind his back?!
Tang Ning's scalp was numb. He didn't dare to move. He timidly called out, "Come here."
Lin Yun's body immediately responded as if he was fine and ran over. His agile posture was as swift as every time he ran. Except that his expression was a little regretful after he ran over, there was nothing unusual.
"What's wrong with you?" Tang Ning was so nervous that he forgot to type. When he felt uneasy, he would open his eyes wide and look up.
Lin Yun was taller than Tang Ning. He looked at Tang Ning's eyes from an angle and saw that her curled eyelashes were like a black butterfly with its wings spread. There was only his reflection in her clear eyes, as if he was her whole world.
Coupled with Tang Ning's heavenly voice.
Lin Yun couldn't control her expression at all and said with difficulty: "You type—"
Otherwise I really want to kiss you.
He finally understood why Tang Ning was so attractive to people like Mo Yunchu, Qi Yun, Gong Yun, and now Shao Mingxuan. It was not because Tang Ning was only suitable to attract these people, but because only these people had the strength to eliminate dissidents and monopolize Tang Ning.
Every time he wanted to fall in love with Tang Ning, his survival instinct would remind him to calm down.
In the real world, there is the shadow of the monster in the ghost school. In the dungeon, there is also the monster Shao Mingxuan, who is not very common.
"By the way, why did you say before that Shao Mingxuan's cooking tastes the same as Mo Yunchu's?" Lin Yun asked puzzled.
Tangning picked up her phone and typed, "Because they do look alike!"
"Mo Yunchu, this is the first dungeon you have experienced. It has been four or five days now, right? Do you still remember the taste of a dish?" Lin Yun asked.
"It's delicious. The taste is unforgettable!" Tangning replied.
"People's memory also enhances the taste of food. Are you sure you can remember it clearly and without any difference?"
Tang Ning suddenly lost his confidence. He had never had a good memory.
"Next time, don't say these provocative words to Shao Mingxuan." Lin Yun repeatedly warned: "Shao Mingxuan is a typical smiling tiger. He smiled so happily when he stood up. I think he wanted to kill someone at that time."
Tangning hesitated for a moment and typed, "Lin Yun, do you think it's possible for Mo Yunchu to become Shao Mingxuan?"
When the name Mo Yunchu appeared in front of Lin Yun, his heart seemed to tighten. He raised his voice: "Impossible!"
Lin Yun took a deep breath to suppress the fear that the name brought to him, "NPC is not a player, how could he come to the card world?"
Same as the system.
Maybe it's just a coincidence. There are so many people who can make braised pork in red sauce, but how come two of them can make a red velvet cake that tastes so good? Can Shao Mingxuan make a red velvet cake? No, there are probably no tools and materials for making cakes in this ancient town.
Moreover, he had eaten red velvet cake in the ghost school copy, which tasted almost exactly the same.
Qi Yun bought it from a store outside.
Tangning suddenly felt like crying.
The crying came more violently and irresistibly than ever before, because the sadness came from the depths of his soul and easily destroyed him from within.
Lin Yun said that was right, he just missed Mo Yunchu too much, and wanted that person to appear again, so his brain and tongue deceived him. After eating a similar food, he lied to himself that it tasted like Mo Yunchu, and that Mo Yunchu had come with him.
How is this possible
Tang Ning raised his head and covered his eyes, as if the emperor in new clothes heard the truth coming from the crowd.
"What's wrong with you?" Lin Yun's somewhat panicked voice came to my ears.
Tears fell from his snow-white wrists. Tangning moved his hands to cover his eyes. His nose was red, and so were his eyes. "My eyes feel like they are covered with sand." He wiped his face with his back, smiling and crying at the same time. "I'm fine. Let's go."
There was a thick layer of black clouds in the sky, but it started raining first on Tang Ning's side. He wiped away his tears hastily, stopped and waited until the mayor came out of Zhang Yun's room.
After Zhang Yun sent the mayor to the gate, the middle-aged man looked worried, as if he wanted to say something to Zhang Yun, but in the end he just sighed.
Zhang Yun's expression was not very good either. He stood there quietly, watching the mayor leave.
After the mayor left, Tangning and Lin Yun walked over. Zhang Yun saw Tangning's face, which still had traces of tears. He suddenly became nervous, "Why are you crying?"
"I'm fine. I just accidentally got some sand in my eyes." Tangning forced a smile. Her voice was a little hoarse and had a soft nasal sound. "How about you? What's the matter with the mayor?"
When this question was raised, Zhang Yun's eyes, which had been looking at Tangning with concern, dimmed slightly.
"There is something."
Tangning asked seriously, "Can you tell me about it? Maybe I can help."
Zhang Yun was silent for a moment, then said softly, "Everyone hopes that I can be the bait."
"What?" Tangning was a little confused.
After listening to Zhang Yun's explanation, Tang Ning finally understood what it meant to be a bait.
Taoist Priest Zhu proposed to build a temple to suppress the two little ghosts. The two corpses needed to be placed in the temple. However, the corpses of the two boys and girls were missing. Without the corpses, even if the temple was built, they would not be able to find them and suppress them.
Taoist Master Zhu came up with a method to catch the turtle in the jar by using a living person as bait.
You need to find a coffin and place it by the river, let a living person lie in the coffin, and keep knocking on the coffin wall to lure the little ghost into the coffin. When the little ghost appears, Taoist Zhu will perform a ritual to trap the little ghost, and then find its corpse based on the little ghost.
After this method was proposed, all the props were ready, except for a living person to serve as bait. However, no one in the town dared to be the bait, and in the end Zhang Yun was pushed out.
Although no one said it explicitly, many people believed that if the ceremony had been held, the little ghosts would have been well behaved long ago, and there would have been no need to invite Taoist Master Zhu to go to the trouble of building a temple.
If Zhang Yun refused, it would be difficult to suppress the anger that people had just calmed down.
When talking about these things, Zhang Yun remained calm, as if he had long been accustomed to this kind of treatment. His expression was filled with worry and pity for Tangning, and he whispered, "Master Zhu will protect me."
"This, this is too risky!" Tangning said hurriedly, "What if Master Zhu comes out a little too late?! What if he can't trap that guy?!"
In fact, he wanted to say more, what if that Taoist Master Zhu was a liar with no ability
Zhang Yun smiled and said, "Master Zhu is very powerful. I believe in him."
If they really believed it, they wouldn't have looked so depressed just now, and the mayor wouldn't have kept sighing. Tang Ning knew that Zhang Yun was comforting him, but he didn't know what to do. If he really had to step forward and serve as bait for Zhang Yun, Tang Ning wouldn't be able to sacrifice himself to such an extent. He was essentially a coward.
The old boatman shouted from the yard: "Ayun! Come here!"
Zhang Yun walked into the yard, and the old boatman held Zhang Yun's shoulder and said, "Tell me, did you agree to be the bait?"
Zhang Yun lowered his head in silence for a long time, then he nodded.
The boatman said angrily, "How can I tell you?! Why did you agree to go?! Why should I let you go?! Why should I choose someone else? Why can't it be Zhang Zhong who goes?!"
“Grandpa, I’m lighter than Uncle Zhong, so I’m more suitable.”
Taoist Master Zhu said that the best bait is young people, because young people are much more attractive than middle-aged and elderly people. If older people are allowed to lie down, the ghosts will most likely not take the bait.
This method works best once, the effect will not be as good the second time, so it is best to choose young and strong bait.
The old boatman grabbed Zhang Yun's shoulders and said, "I know. How could I not know that? Yun, if grandpa were not too old, I would really like to go in your place." As he spoke, the old boatman suddenly burst into tears.
Tangning couldn't bear to watch this scene any longer, so he looked away and saw the old woman standing at the kitchen door. Smoke was floating out from behind her, and her face, which was covered with wrinkles like dead wood, showed no emotion.
Compared to the old boatman who was crying while holding his grandson, the old woman was calm like an outsider. She turned around and closed the kitchen door. The rich and tempting aroma of fish soup wafted out from the chimney and spread to the surrounding houses.
Tang Ning heard some faint voices coming from a nearby house: "Who is making fish soup?" "It smells so good."
In the yard, Zhang Yun had already comforted the old boatman. He walked up to Tang Ning and was about to say something to comfort Tang Ning, but unexpectedly Tang Ning suddenly grabbed him.
Even though it wasn't the first time that Tangning held her hand, when that shocking skin was exposed in front of her eyes, Zhang Yun still subconsciously wanted to pull it back.
"Zhang Yun, this is for you." Tang Ning placed a piece of coral jade that still retained body temperature in front of Zhang Yun.
"This piece of jade can ward off evil spirits. Last night, I was tricked out by that ghost. At that time, this piece of jade emitted heat to remind me. I don't know exactly how to use it, but if you wear it, it should be able to help a little bit." Tang Ning kept on telling Zhang Yun. He said a lot, saying that a person lying in a coffin might feel a little uncomfortable, and if it was convenient, he could ask Taoist Zhu if he could put a blanket in the coffin. He also said that when a person is very scared, he can eat some candy to relieve tension.
Zhang Yun's fingers moved slightly. He held the jade tightly in his hand, so tightly that it seemed as if the jade was embedded in his flesh. "Thank you."
"Why are you saying thank you to me again?" Tangning patted Zhang Yun on the shoulder. "I can't repay you for saving my life, so how can a piece of jade be worth it?"
Zhang Yun lowered his head.
The time soon came to 1:50 in the evening. Taoist Zhu believed that the time period from 1:00 a.m. to 1:00 a.m. was the heaviest in yin energy and the most suitable for attracting ghosts. Zhang Yun followed Taoist Zhu's instructions and climbed into the coffin placed by the river.
The temperature was very low at this time, and the air was so humid that it seemed as if water would fall at any time. The chill was biting. Perhaps the coffin had been placed by the river for too long, so it absorbed a lot of cold air. As soon as Zhang Yun lay down on it, his feet were icy cold.
Zhang Yun tried his best not to think about anything else. He reached out and knocked on the inner wall of the coffin as Taoist Master Zhu had instructed. "Bang."
The crisp knocking sounds rang out in the silent night. Except for Zhang Yun, there was only Taoist Zhu hiding in the dark by the river. Everyone else had returned to their respective rooms.
"Boom. Boom."
It was extremely quiet all around. Apart from the monotonous knocking sound, Zhang Yun seemed to hear the sound of flowing water, which was the subtle sound of undercurrents in the river. His breathing became a little rapid, and the sound of his heartbeats and the knocking sounds overlapped together.
"Boom. Boom. Boom."
It's so cold.
A chill spread along the inner wall of the coffin to Zhang Yun's fingertips, and then climbed up his limbs. He felt the chill coming from all directions, as if invisible water was flooding up and was about to drown him in this narrow coffin.
“Boom.”
The heat from Zhang Yun's body was rapidly dissipating. He was shivering slightly due to the cold. The world was quiet and dark. He seemed to be forgotten here, forgotten in the past. Zhang Yun suddenly remembered his childhood. At that time, he used chopsticks to knock on the edge of the bowl, making a crisp sound of "dong dong dong". Grandma told him not to knock like that, otherwise he would become a beggar in the future.
He asked grandma, can we knock like this outside
Grandma said that it was even more unacceptable, knocking like that outside would attract hungry ghosts!
"Boom. Boom."
Grandma. Grandma. Grandpa. He kept repeating the names of important people in his mind, like a person trying to feel the warmth of a candle in the cold winter, even if it was just an illusory candlelight.
It’s so cold. It’s really cold.
Zhang Yun closed his eyes and whispered the name very softly.
Tang Ning.
At this moment, there seemed to be a warm current flowing through my chest.
"Boom. Boom. Boom."
The camera's focal length was pulled to the maximum. With the help of the bleak moonlight, the coffin by the river was vaguely captured on the dark screen. The image magnified by the camera was much clearer than what Tang Ning could see with his naked eyes. He held the camera nervously and stood by the window in the house facing the river.
This room has a great view of the river.
Tang Ning was worried about Zhang Yun being used as bait. He always felt that Taoist Zhu was a little unreliable. Although Shao Mingxuan had told him before that Taoist Zhu might be after money, if Taoist Zhu was just after money, wouldn't he just build a temple and make money? Why did he come up with a living person as bait
But maybe Taoist Zhu is really capable. He wants to make money and also do something, so he really wants to use the method of catching turtles in a jar to get rid of the pair of little ghosts.
Tang Ning could not hear Zhang Yun's tapping. He watched the time on the plane jump from 1:5 to 2:00, but the plan to catch the turtle in the jar had not progressed at all. Tang Ning was almost annoyed.
The wind was very cold at night, and an indescribable chill surged in from the window. Tang Ning couldn't help but shiver. His finger accidentally touched the lens switch, and the camera instantly switched to selfie mode.
When he arrived at the camera, a pale face appeared in the lower left corner of the screen. It was impossible to capture his face in the darkness.
Tangning took a closer look and found that it was indeed true.
Because this is not his face.
It turned out that the ghost had been standing behind him.