Hearts is not like Qi Yifang. She didn't seem to be offended. Instead, she smiled and introduced herself calmly: "I am Hearts, your opponent in the last game, why don't you always remember me? ?"
The spades stared at the hearts calmly: "Because this is not your real face."
"I don't remember the false disguise presented to seduce or satisfy a certain desire, because every time is different, there is no need to remember."
After speaking, the spades walked past the suddenly silent hearts and said in a low voice: "Borrow it, I'm going in to watch the game."
At the moment when the spades walked past the hearts and disappeared into the barrier of the viewing pond, Hearts spoke abruptly. This time her voice was not soft or light, but rather solemn: "There is someone like you, and the spades. The people associated with the black whip are important to me."
Hearts turned around, her face seemed to be changing, and it didn't seem to be. The burgundy eyes carried a girlish innocence, looking straight at the spades: "Your name, and the black root on your body The whip, do you remember where it came from?"
Spades paused: "I don't remember." After speaking, he walked into the viewing pond.
Qi Yifang glanced carefully at the rare and silent Queen of Hearts, and then at the spades who walked into the viewing pond: "Queen, are we going back?"
"No." Heart lifted her eyes, and she showed the kind of soft and full smile again, her eyes dazzlingly looked towards the viewing pool where Bai Liu was located, "The man who can use the whip in this game is not only the spade. "
"There is always one related to the person I'm looking for."
View inside the pool.
Wang Shun was anxious like an ant on a hot pot: "The growth rate of the gambling pool has really dropped to zero! The growth rate of the fanatic lamb has doubled six times!"
"Eh, don't worry, don't worry." Nishen pushed Wang Shun down without a hassle, with a smile on his face, "The fanatical lamb has a blood capital and is still smashing money in the gambling pool, turning five or six. Times are normal."
"But if you turn it up, the popularity will be hard to fill!" Wang Shun was sweating anxiously.
"No." Nishen raised his eyes and looked at the big screen. Just as he was about to speak, he sat down with a spade and answered his words with a calm expression: "Believe Bai Liu, these people will vote for him. of."
Inverse God looked helplessly at the sudden emergence of spades: "Where did you just go?"
"I met a woman I don't know." Spades spoke succinctly, but his eyes kept falling on the big screen, "Bai Liu, he will definitely win many believers."
Spades were so sure that even Wang Shun, who had been irritated, calmed down.
"Our gambling pool has grown faster." Mu Ke suddenly raised his head to look at Nishen, "Someone has taken a huge position in our gambling pool player Bai Liu, tens of millions of points, is that you?"
Rebelliously raised his hands innocently: "No, I haven't had time yet."
Mu Ke looked at the spades again: "It's you?"
Spades didn't care about his Mu Ke at all. He was lowering his head to open the panel, clearing the points, and then there was no emotion on his face. He chose Bai Liu, the tactician of the Wandering Circus, and then he made a fortune.
"Well, it's me now." Spades replied faintly, looking sideways at Mu Ke.
Mu Ke: "..."
Reluctant to help the amount of God: "Muke is asking you whether you invested in the tens of millions of points in the heavy warehouse. You can't pretend to be someone else if you vote now..."
"It's not spades, nor rebellious gods, who has such financial resources..." Wang Shun suddenly turned his head to look at the hearts sitting in a small corner of the viewing pool in the distance, and cried out, "Queen!"
Hongtao smiled and waved to Wang Shun, and she pointed at her panel lazily.
The panel is separated by a lot of seats, which looks vague, but from the general structure, it is a pool betting panel.
"It's the queen who has taken Bai Liu into a heavy warehouse!"
The successive large bets made Wang Shun dizzy, and he asked in a daze, "Why does the queen want to take over Bailiu!?"
"Maybe you fell in love with the white willow?" Bai Yi assumed boldly. He glanced at the spades. "After all, it's time to say goodbye to the first spring and look for the second spring. Bai Liu feels that it is the type that hearts like. It's strong and can make a whip."
Spades turned his head to look at Bai Yi blankly: "She can't look at Bai Liu, Bai Liu and I are already..."
Rebellious eyes quickly covered Spades's mouth, smiled politely and raised his hand to signal: "I think the focus now is that the fanatic lamb is chasing the position, and they are still placing bets."
Two consecutive Shigekura directly smashed the Wandering Circus into the fourth position, and the gap with the third-ranked fanatical lamb was narrowed.
The faces of the people on the fanatic lamb’s face have begun to turn blue, but they are already smashed like this. It is impossible to stop. Once they fall, they will definitely be backlashed. If they increase their speed, they will be beaten back to their original shape. Stop chasing positions.
Rebellious squinted his eyes and smiled friendly and friendly: "What we have to do now is to continuously raise thin lines into the gambling pool, and keep the gap with the fanatic lambs narrowing, but not surpass them."
"Why can't you surpass them?" Bai Yi asked curiously.
Liu Jiayi glanced at rebelliously: "In order to hang the fanatic lamb, forcing them to keep adding to the warehouse, squeeze the entire fanatic lamb guild to dryness. If the fanatic lamb surpasses the fanatic lamb, then we will not continue to go inside in order to keep the momentum that is overwhelming us. Increased inventory."
He gave a rebellious voice and smiled: "It's not squeezed dry, but I hope they won't play this kind of heavy-duty game again next time. It's not friendly to ordinary audiences."
Next time you don’t have the ability to play this kind of heavy-duty game again, there will be no points in the guild. Isn’t this just a squeeze...
Liu Jiayi looked away.
She felt that this Nishen looked kind-hearted, but he was very ruthless to start, leaving no way out.
"Next, let's see Bai Liu's performance." I leaned comfortably on the back of the seat and raised his head to look at the big screen. "As long as Bai Liu can come back, there won't be more fanaticism."
On the big screen, Bai Liuzheng pressed against Mu Sicheng's neck, who was rushing towards him, and stretched out his hand coldly to let Mu Sicheng suck his anger.
The abnormal blue and white air on Mu Sicheng's face gradually faded, and his struggling and roaring movements stopped.
Bai Liu's face turned paler, and his blood vessels could almost appear blue through the skin under the flickering candlelight.
After recovering, Mu Sicheng panted loudly, knelt on the ground and vomited several mouthfuls of black water with a strong smell, wiped his mouth and clenched his fists.
"... I have become a ghost, will I attack you who was angry with me first?" Mu Sicheng asked in a dumb voice, "Then you might as well put me..."
"Yeah." Bai Liu helped Mu Sicheng up, and faintly blocked Mu Sicheng's follow-up words, "So before then we have to find your body."
"... My corpse is mostly on the other side of the bridge." Mu Sicheng looked at the paper bridge that was getting closer and closer, with a solemn expression, "but there are so many bridge ghosts on the bridge..."
Holding a white umbrella on the bridge, the women in white clothes were getting closer and closer to Bai Liu and the others. Mu Sicheng felt a heavy coolness drenched from these women.
These women were tall and slender, with their backs facing Bai Liu. They walked regularly on the bridge. At first they were slow, but the closer Bai Liu and the others walked, the faster these women walked.
Several times Mu Sicheng even felt that a few women looked through the umbrella before jumping down, looked at them with bitterness and expectation, staring at them, with a weird smile on their faces, jumping under the bridge for life. .
There was a fishy smell in Mu Sicheng's throat, and he felt an instinctive fear: "Didn't you say that there is no way to deal with the martyred bridge ghost? How do we get there?"
Bai Liu glanced at Mu Sicheng: "This shouldn't ask me, I should ask you."
Mu Sicheng was dumbfounded: "Ask me?"
"Yes, because you have already crossed the bridge once." Bai Liu said.
Mu Sicheng replied subconsciously: "That's you who instructed me and showed me how to cross the ghost bridge! You let me pass the ghost bridge with holding my breath!"
Bai Liu shook his head slightly: "I did guess that there is a paper ghost bridge in the tomb for burial. I told you how to cross the ghost bridge with holding your breath, but that is based on the premise that there are no bridge ghosts on the bridge. If there is a bridge Ghost, even if you hold your breath, you will be followed."
Mu Sicheng asked: "What is the body?"
Bai Liu explained: "When you walk on the bridge, the ghost of the martyr will think you are her husband. He will come to support you with an umbrella and follow you to escort you home. This is called chasing."
Mu Sicheng started to feel cold on his back: "... What if she later finds out that I am not her husband?"
Bai Liu's tone is calm: "If you are her real husband, she will go down the bridge with you and go home with you under the umbrella, but if you are not, she will drag you down with resentment and hatred when you go down the bridge. Bridge, die on the bridge with her."
"... Is it possible that the bridge martyr stayed on this bridge for too long, forgetting his husband's appearance, and couldn't tell if I was her husband, so that I was confused to cross the bridge and cross the bridge?" Mu Sicheng was lucky.
Bai Liu vetoed it: "It's impossible. Ghosts recognize people because they rely on Yang Qi instead of their appearance. Except for the [pseudo talisman] that can change the Yang Qi, nothing can deceive them."
"Then how did I cross the bridge?" Mu Sicheng was also confused, "I can't remember."
"Don't think about it." Bai Liu picked up Mu Sicheng and walked towards the paper bridge with a light expression. "Go to the bridge first and talk about it. You can cross the bridge last time, so you can this time."
Mu Sicheng was taken aback: "Why! Wouldn't the ghost of the bridge die with us?"
"Don't worry about them." Bai Liu smiled, "They won't be with us."
Mu Sicheng was full of doubts: "Why wouldn't you follow our body? Didn't you say that as long as a man with a yang energy on his body is followed, he will be followed?"
"Because we don't deserve to be followed." Bai Liu looked at the paper scholar walking in front, "Their husband is back."
"The real husband..." Mu Sicheng suddenly turned his head to look at the bridge, "You mean..."
Before Mu Sicheng's words fell, the first zombie who was driven by the paper man jumped onto the bridge. The paper bridge was slightly shaken by the force of the zombie, and the women who had walked forward under the umbrellas had their footsteps. , Turned around and walked towards the bridge.
Umbrellas cover women’s faces and can’t see their looks. You can only see their clothes hanging on the ground being kicked away by the fast-walking feet, revealing a pair of wrapped and deformed little feet with their bones crumpled and crumpled, or It is called "Three-inch Golden Lotus."
They walked quickly to the front of the zombie, slightly raised the umbrella, and supported the zombie. Following the zombie's jump, their feet moved, the ghost steps moved deeply, and the upper body holding the umbrella did not move at all.
Bai Liu watched the treacherous scene of women on the bridge coming over to hold umbrellas for zombies: "You said before that you vaguely remembered seeing paper men carrying incense burners on the bridge. I was guessing that you were following these paper men across the bridge, and you To successfully cross the bridge, these ghosts who died on the bridge did not follow you, that can only explain one thing."
"They followed someone else's body." Bai Liu looked at Mu Sicheng, "These zombies are their real husbands."
Suddenly, Mu Sicheng said angrily again: "You already knew if it was right! That's why you followed the paper Taoist directly!"
"I know it and don't say it! It's fun to scare me, isn't it?" Mu Sicheng angrily condemned.
Bai Liu answered honestly: "Yes, I have scared people before, and I haven't scared ghosts. It's pretty fun."
Sicheng, ghost, animal husbandry: "..."