The Paper Taoist walked slowly in front of Bai Liu. Unlike the stiff little paper figures, his movements were smooth and free, just like a real person.
The moment the paper Taoist walked in front of Bai Liu, Bai Liu pushed out Mu Sicheng, closed the paper man's footsteps without any difference, and followed closely behind him.
Mu Sicheng looked back at Bai Liu full of question marks, gestured and asked with his lips: What are we doing with us
Bai Liu answered with his mouth: You have seen paper people shooing the corpse before, and you might be able to find your corpse with them.
The paper Taoist strode forward holding the Tao sword, as if he couldn't see Bai Liu and Mu Sicheng who were following him because he had no eyes. After it passed through the tomb passages one after another, Bai Liu heard the sound of water splashing.
After passing through the narrow tomb again, a long river about fifty meters wide appeared in front of Bai Liu.
The water in the long river was flowing rapidly. Under the shining of the incense burner lifted by the paper man in front, Bai Liu could see the water splashing on the rocks by the river. A white short bridge straddled the long river.
The bridge is very low and narrow. The body of the bridge is almost touching the surface of the water. There are no protective fences on both sides. It feels that everyone on the bridge can reach the surface of the water with their hands.
Of course, there was no one on the bridge, only some shadows of Bailiu who could not see the specific appearance were dragging slowly on the bridge.
The closer you get to the long river and the bridge, the more you can smell a peculiar smell of water, but when you look at the short white bridge that looks like a rock from a distance, you walk in and find that it is only made of oily paper. On the paper bridge, there are some dull-faced ghosts walking on tiptoe, and some black translucent remnants.
But these are not the most eye-catching. The most eye-catching thing is that there are women walking gracefully on the bridge with white oiled paper umbrellas, just like walking in the rain.
These women held the oil paper umbrella with their backs to Bai Liu, wearing white shrouds, shaking the white handkerchief in their hands barefoot, swaying from the middle of the bridge to the end of the bridge step by step, turning around with the umbrella, as if they were about to turn their heads.
Mu Sicheng was holding his breath waiting for these women to turn their heads, but these umbrella women suddenly dropped their umbrellas and jumped into the river.
The corpses of these women face down drifted under the paper bridge. The corpses had long hair spreading in the water and floated motionless under the bridge deck. But when these corpses crossed the bridge deck, these corpses turned into again. Face up.
The face-up corpse had a dark and swollen face with a spiteful smile. Two eyeballs stared at the "person" who was still walking on the bridge, turning left and right to look for something on the bridge. After not being able to find the corpse, The bitter smile on his face became more distorted, and then slowly drifted away.
Soon after, a woman walking with a paper umbrella suddenly appeared in the middle of the bridge.
Bai Liu stared at the women walking on the bridge, and soon he discovered that these women seemed to be the same batch, wafting constantly on the bridge and under the river, walking across the bridge and jumping again and again. Bridge, and then float under the bridge.
Every time they float under the bridge, the eyes of these women will stare at the bridge, seeming to be looking for something.
As they couldn't find them again and again, the eyes of these women looking at people passing by on the bridge became more resentful and insidious, as if resenting the "people" on these bridges for blocking their search.
Mu Sicheng was frightened by these strange women, and quickly pulled Bai Liu's sleeves: "...what are they doing?"
Bai Liu glanced at Mu Sicheng: "You walked across this bridge once, don't you remember anything now?"
Mu Sicheng was startled and muttered: "... I don't remember."
Bai Liu retracted his gaze: "According to the "Maoshan Witchcraft" records, these women should be ghosts who died in the bridge."
Mu Sicheng asked: "What is a bridge-martyr ghost?"
Bai Liu looked at these women holding paper umbrellas: “According to legend, in ancient times, when the husband left home, the women in the family would go to the bridge and guard with the umbrella every day. The good news of the husband’s return home is the news of the funeral, and some women will jump over the bridge and die in grief."
Mu Sicheng looked at these women with sympathy at this time: "So are they looking for their husbands to return home?"
"It should be." Bai Liu glanced at Mu Sicheng's sympathetic eyes. "The floating corpse who died under the bridge has a strong resentment. The ghost of the corpse will cycle around the bridge for generations, always guarding the bridge and waiting for himself. Husbands, and if they can’t find their husbands, they will pull all the men across the bridge into the water.”
Mu Sicheng said in surprise: "What are you pulling me into the water for! I am not her husband!"
Bai Liu calmly nodded: "Yes, people know that, so if you find that you are not your husband after pulling down the water, they will drown you alive in grief because of the person who admitted the mistake, then throw you aside and continue to wait for their husband. "
Mu Sicheng: "..."
"Damn!" Mu Sicheng reacted, he grabbed Bai Liu, frowning, "Then there are ghosts who have died on the bridge, isn't it dangerous for you, a living person, to cross this bridge?"
Bai Liu's eyes were dark and dark: "Yes, the ghosts of the Bridge of Death are also one of the most dangerous ghosts in the records of "Maoshan Witchcraft"."
"The grievances of the ghosts on the bridge of death cannot be hedged. They can only be dispatched. If there is no talisman that can pretend to be their husbands, once they find that we are just two strange men, we will definitely be dragged off the bridge and drowned alive. Stuck in this loop on and under the bridge."
Mu Sicheng's back was cold when he heard it: "Then do you have a disguise talisman?"
Bai Liu paused: "No, it is a positive charm, called [pseudo-character], which is not in my witchcraft record."
"Then we don't have a bridge, let's go back and count..." Before Mu Sicheng's words fell, he suddenly convulsed and trembled a few times, his face suddenly became darker, his limbs deformed and fell on the ground, his eyes were red, and his teeth were grinning. Charged to Bai Liu!
At the other end, in the tomb.
Kong Xuyang, who has a "pseudo-character" on his head, held the candlestick, and chatted triumphantly with Yang Zhi, who also had a pseudo-character next to him: "Then Bailiu will die in the tomb, right?"
Yang Zhi nodded and said yes, with an unconcealable compliment on his face and gave Kong Xuyang a thumbs up: "Of course, Brother Kong, you are really high, you are really high, you directly led them into the tomb."
Kong Xuyang pretended to be impatient and waved Yang Zhi's hand away: "What a high point, a sign for the corpse to show them a way. The main reason is that Bailiu likes to die, so he dared to go into the grave if there is nothing. Chong, isn't this looking for death by yourself?"
"He is willing to risk death by his own tactical style. Can this count as me tall? Isn't this all set off by the opponent?"
Kong Xuyang sighed and slapped the light falling from his hands, and pretended to sigh: "Of course I still hope that Bai Liu can struggle to live a little longer. Otherwise, just watching us push the monsters and decrypt them all the way, this competition is too easy to win, I didn't watch it. Point, I can’t get my attention, how can I earn popularity?"
Yang Zhilian nodded and sighed with emotion: "I watched the Bailiu match before and thought he was so good. I didn't expect that you never walked back and forth in your hands with Brother Kong."
Kong Xuyang sneered: "Awesome? A real laid-off worker, loser, can you compare with me?"
"However, Bai Liu also won the first place in the new star and the first in the king list by strength." Yang Zhi exemplified Bai Liu's achievements without knowing it, and did not notice that Kong Xuyang's face had sunk, "I didn't expect it to be. I lost so easily..."
"Are you finished?" Kong Xuyang glanced at Yang Zhi gloomily.
Only then did Yang Zhi realize that he seemed to have poked Kong Xuyang's painful foot, and quickly looked for a remedy: "But you still can't compare with Kong Brother!"
But after speaking, Yang Zhi himself had a dilemma, because Kong Xuyang had not taken the first place in the king's list.
Kong Xuyang was crushed by hearts the year before last, and last year by spades. This year he finally saw that he could get it once, but was taken away by the white willow rushing out of thin air.
Kong Xuyang sneered, ignoring Yang Zhi, holding the candlestick and heading deeper into the tomb.
From time to time around them walked by women holding oiled paper umbrellas, ghosts crawling on the ground, and brides with hijabs, but Kong Xuyang and the others went through these ghosts recklessly as if they were in an uninhabited state. On the contrary, it didn't hurt them. The women who wore oil paper umbrellas came over to hold them.
Until they were sent to a new tomb, the woman turned and walked slowly away under the umbrella, leaving footprints covered with water on the floor of the tomb.
Yang Zhi looked at the woman who was walking away, and patted his heart with fear: "This [pseudo-character] is really powerful. The Martyrs in the Bridge directly regarded us as their husbands and gave us an umbrella."
"If it weren't for this [pseudo-character]..." Yang Zhi seemed to think of something terrible and shivered.
Kong Xuyang was also sad, but he cursed in a vicious voice: "These women are too crazy. The last time I went to this book, I almost fell into the hands of this group of martyred ghosts. Damn, once I found out Lao Tzu If it's not their men, Lao Tzu will become their enemy, a bunch of bastards!"
Yang Zhixin has a lingering fear: "Yes, and there is only one weakness recorded in the books of these martyred bridge ghost monsters, and that is their husband! If it wasn't Brother Kong last time, you can find the [pseudo-character] in the Maoshan book in time, and we will They are dead in their hands!"
"Dead." Kong Xuyang cursed evilly, but he didn't know what he thought of, and the expression on his face eased again.
Kong Xuyang sneered: "Isn't I going to kill Lao Tzu last time? This time I will follow my body honestly and give me an umbrella."
Yang Zhi wickedly rubbed his hands and smiled twice: "Kong Brother, you order, maybe these women are okay..."
Kong Xuyang waved disgustingly to interrupt Yang Zhi's words: "Your taste is too strong!"
Yang Zhi changed the subject with interest: "How far do you think Bai Liu and the others can go in the tomb?"
When Kong Xuyang heard this, he became interested again: "We have already walked through this tomb. The most dangerous are the thirty brides in Xitang, the ghosts of the bridge, and the zombies."
"Of course the most terrifying is the Taoist priest in the main tomb." Kong Xuyang said here with a serious expression. "That thing is at least a monster with a panel value of 20,000 to 30,000. Don't let that thing wake up, otherwise we all have to. die."
"After the first seven days, within two days, the zombie will start to wake up after absorbing the yin energy of the last group of villagers in Yinshan Village. After waking up, it will begin to slaughter the village. There is no way to stop." Kong Xuyang looked dark and said, "Last time. As soon as we logged out of the game with our front foot, the Taoist priest killed all the players trapped inside with his back foot."
"Many of those players are quasi-members of the Grand Guild, and there is no resistance at all in front of the Taoist priest."
Yang Zhi remembered that the Taoist priest was also prepared: "It's okay, as long as Bai Liu is dead, the game will be over. They can't survive the death of the bridge ghost."
"I hope that Bai Liu and the others can hold on for a while and let the game last a while. After all, Bai Liu is said to have a lot of spectators who support him. These spectators probably want to watch Bai Liu more for a while." Kong Xuyang shrugged his shoulders with regret, his face With a malicious smile, it became bigger and bigger, "I am, I am always willing to satisfy the wishes of the audience."
"But if Bai Liu really can't even play with a bunch of abandoned women who are holding umbrellas for me, and I don't know the audience who supported him, what would he think of this scene?"
Yang Zhixin appreciatively praised: "How can they still support Bai Liu, naturally they are here to support you, Brother Kong!"