After Mu Sicheng was incompetent and furious for a while, he melancholy compromised with Bai Liu's evil taste.
How can it be? If Bai Liu didn't tell him, he wouldn't know that he was being played, so let's do it.
Mu Sicheng dragged Bai Liu to follow closely behind the Paper Taoist. Not far from them, seven women holding umbrellas and seven zombies were walking side by side, moving in front of them step by step.
Although there is a paper man, this strange scene still makes Mu Sicheng's scalp numb, for fear that these people in front will suddenly turn around.
Halfway across the bridge, Mu Sicheng didn't want to watch the horrible scene anymore. He took two deep breaths and turned to look at Bai Liu next to him.
Bai Liu held his breath without vomiting, and walked forward without squinting. Mu Sicheng breathed a sigh of relief when he saw that Bai Liu was so calm.
Mu Sicheng was about to regain his gaze, and suddenly found that a pale dripping hand was slowly stretched out from the water on the bridge behind them, and he was climbing up on the bridge.
This hand brought the body up in a short while. The woman in white clothes was crawling on the ground, her hair dripping dripping, her shoulders twisted up and down, her posture was very unnatural, as if bones were spinning in her shoulder joints. He just propped up the whole body.
The woman stood up slowly, holding the umbrella forward, covering the upper half of her face.
She moved forward with her toes upturned in small steps, moving very fast, and she was close to the backs of Bai Liu and Mu Sicheng in the blink of an eye. A chill that made her spine stiff came out of this woman, which made her almost impossible. move.
The woman took two steps forward, and she touched Bai Liu's shoulder.
When Mu Sicheng saw the woman putting on the white willow, a weird smile appeared on the bottom half of her face. The woman's slightly opened mouth was full of black mud, sand, water and weeds, which turned into sewage and overflowed from her lips.
Mu Sicheng squeezed Bai Liu's wrist with shock. He felt a sense of danger from the woman behind him, making him dare not even speak.
Bai Liu stopped and didn't move forward anymore. The woman pressed against Bai Liu's shoulder and neck, leaning forward, lowering her head, and stopped moving.
Drops of water dripped from the woman's wet hair, followed by the end of the hair and fell on Bai Liu's neck. The coolness spreading from her became heavier and heavier, causing Bai Liu's breath to bring a cold white air.
Mu Sicheng paused stiffly. He watched the paper Taoist man in front of him ring the bell and walked farther and farther, but he did not dare to move at all.
His sixth sense told him that if he ran off the bridge with Bai Liu frantically now, Bai Liu would be caught and drowned by the martyred bridge ghost.
Obviously there are only seven bridge martyred ghosts, as long as they follow the paper Taoist, seven zombies can just let them cross the bridge, and Mu Sicheng himself has indeed crossed the bridge safely by this rule.
How come Bai Liu's turn to cross the bridge, and a bridge-martyr ghost temporarily crawled out from under the bridge? !
Mu Sicheng quietly rolled his eyes, and he carefully scanned the woman next to Bai Liu with his left light. Just as Mu Sicheng moved his gaze to look over, the woman who was resting on Bai Liu's shoulder also slowly and softly lifted herself up. The umbrella, tipped in the direction of Bai Liu.
The lower half of the woman’s face is well-shaped, her complexion is pale, her mouth is smiling, her mouth and nose are always filled with black sand, and the nails between her hands holding umbrellas are filled with sand. Before he died, struggling at the bottom of the river, scratching and swallowing what was left.
And the upper half of the face that is showing...
Mu Sicheng gasped at the sight.
The woman did not have the upper half of her face. Her head was squashed and crooked. There was not much left. Only half of the whole head was left. Only the cross section could be seen above the bridge of the nose. Bai Sensen’s sieve-shaped bones were filled with sand. Silt leaked from her mouth and nose like a funnel, dyeing Bai Liu's white shirt black.
Bai Liu came into contact with the half-headed martyred bridge ghost at close range, still unmoved, calmly carrying the woman leaning on his shoulders, and started walking towards the bridge.
Mu Sicheng watched Bai Liu move towards the bridge head in amazement. He was anxious and collapsed. Mu Sicheng was afraid to make a sound to alarm the martyred bridge ghosts and zombies in front and behind, and kept gesturing and lip-synching to Bai Liu.
"You will be dragged off the bridge when you get to the end of the bridge!" Mu Sicheng was so anxious, he couldn't help shivering when he saw the shape of the female ghost's upper half face. Hit your head on the bridge pier, and you will die like her!"
Mu Sicheng himself is not a living person, without a body, even if he is dragged off the bridge, it will be fine, but Bai Liu is a living person! If you drag on and die, you are really dead!
Seeing Mu Sicheng bit his teeth and stretched out his hand to reach the woman next to him, Bai Liu quickly grasped Mu Sicheng's wrist, then raised the umbrella the woman was holding him, and his eyes motioned to Mu Sicheng to look inside the umbrella.
A brand new yellow talisman is stuck on the inner surface of the umbrella, and the letter is written [Bodily Talisman].
Mu Sicheng was shocked: "Who posted this?"
The other end.
"Brother Kong, you are really thorough in your work." Yang Zhi pushed the flashlight on his head, and exclaimed, "Actually, I think, Bai Liu and Na Mu Sicheng, once they enter this tomb, it doesn't matter how likely they will be. Die, you also drew such old charms, and dug holes for them at every key node in this tomb..."
Kong Xuyang glanced at Yang Zhi: "What do you know? Winning without a fight has no effect on the program. If they die in the tomb organ, would I win them?"
"That's because the game killed them by itself. It has nothing to do with me. Then how can I absorb Bai Liu's popularity and make those who support him switch to me?"
"Bai Liu must die." Kong Xuyang looked gloomy, "I must also die in my hands. This game can make me rush into the top 100 in popularity and get the death-free gold medal."
"Don't fight Russell Cemetery..."
Mentioning this name, Kong Xuyang's face twitched twice, and his expression became even more serious: "This guild is very evil. You may be able to find players who can restrain our two skills. Don't die, it's hard to beat the gold medal."
Yang Zhi chuckled twice: "So it's Confucius that you think about things thoroughly. If you want me, I can't think of giving one of the martyred bridge ghost stickers [Bind Talisman] when crossing the ghost bridge, so that she can't follow We got off the bridge and we have been stuck on the bridge."
"You are blocking Bai Liu's only way out."
Kong Xuyang glanced at Yang Zhi slightly proudly:
"In addition to pasting the [pseudo-character] like us, there is another way to follow the paper Taoist, and that thing will drive the seven zombie husbands of the bridge ghost to cross the bridge. There are seven poles in this tomb. On the bridge There are at most seven bridge martyred ghosts. After these seven bridge martyred ghosts find their husbands, they won't follow with them, and people can cross the bridge safely."
"So when I was crossing the bridge, I trapped a martyr on the bridge under the bridge with the [Bound Talisman], that is, the eighth martyr on the bridge."
"The eighth bridge martyr will find her husband on the seven bridge martyr ghosts on the bridge, and climb up the bridge when preparing to get off the bridge, so no matter what method Bai Liu uses, he will meet this I specially prepared for him. Bridge ghost."
Kong Xuyangzhi smiled triumphantly, with a vicious expression: "Bai Liu will definitely be dragged off the bridge by this woman, hitting only half of his head."
Bai Liu didn't walk fast or slow, and the woman on his right who was holding the umbrella for him didn't follow either fast or slow.
It's just that the closer the bridge is, the expression on the lower half of the woman's face has changed from her lips with a smile at the beginning, to her lips being silent at the back, and now the corners of her mouth are obviously lowered. With the white willow.
She seemed to realize that Bai Liu was not her husband, and her expression became more and more spiteful and gloomy.
From the very beginning, the umbrella that was propped up was just caged with Bai Liu's head, and then slowly sank, as if he wanted to cage Bai Liu into the umbrella.
After almost all the white willows were caged in the umbrella, dense blood-colored spots were smudged on the surface of the umbrella, like blood stains splashed on the surface of the umbrella after someone jumped off a bridge with an umbrella.
The strong smell of corpse, the smell of water, and the smell of blood emanated.
Bai Liu slightly poked his head out of the umbrella to look at Xiang Mu Sicheng, lip-synching: wait and listen to my arrangements.
Before he could finish his sentence, the woman's face appeared from behind Bai Liu. Her lips pressed against Bai Liu's ear and opened and closed quickly, as if she was talking, but she could only make a rattling joint turning sound. .
She talked faster and faster, faster and faster, the rattling joints turning together, it made people get goosebumps, even if only half of her face, she could see how resentful this woman's expression was. Hate.
Sewage, mud, and blood flowed out of her mouth.
Bai Liu stretched his head back into the umbrella, and the joint turned and clicked to a halt.
Then Mu Sicheng, across the umbrella, saw the shadow of the woman's half head gently pressed against Bai Liu's ear, and her jaw slowly widened to an unbelievable angle. The next second, a clattering sound rang frantically.
Mu Sicheng saw a ghost in a cold sweat.
Already being followed by the ghost of the Martyr Bridge, Bai Liu is a mortal, what can be done to solve it!
The Paper Taoist drove the zombies and the martyred bridge ghosts off the ghost bridge one by one, and Mu Sicheng found that the bridge head was already in front of them!
The shadow projected by the woman on the umbrella surface was only half a head at first. As he approached the bridge, Mu Sicheng watched the shadow on the umbrella surface move and grow with horror.
The blood stains on the umbrella surface continued to fade, leaving the umbrella surface to fly to the shadow, and the head absorbed the blood stains, actually squirming, and the upper half of the face grew!
Mu Sicheng saw that he was about to undergo a cardiopulmonary arrest. Of course, if he was from Bai Liu's perspective, he might have suffered a cardiopulmonary arrest.
What's on the umbrella surface is not blood at all, but meat, broken bones, brains, it is the upper half of the woman's face that splashed on the umbrella when she jumped from the bridge.
These things were stuck inside the umbrella, and as they gradually approached the bridge, they flew from the umbrella to the woman's face as if the scene was upside down, twisting and merging, shaping her upper half of the face.
The bridge ghost repeats a cycle before death on the bridge.
From under the bridge to the bridge is the process after death, so they look like after death, and the moment they walk from the bridge to the top of the bridge and jump under the bridge is the process before their death, and in this process , They will become the same as before.
The woman in front of her finally returned to the way she was before her death.