"You can't borrow Yin Qi here, can you borrow it from the grave? You are also a descendant of the zombie Taoist." Mu Sicheng raised his head and asked.
Bai Liu shook his head: "It's better not. That zombie Taoist is the key time to gather Yin Qi. At this time, I use Yin Qi to make money by casting spells in its tomb. Then it's not borrowing, it's robbing, and you will end up revenge."
"Then are we going to give up this task?" Mu Sicheng couldn't swallow his breath, his face was almost dripping with water.
Speaking, Mu Sicheng raised his head to look at Bai Liu, and then he had a meal.
Although Bai Liu was robbed of the task, his face had a smile that Mu Sicheng couldn't understand. This smile could not reach the corner of his mouth, but it made people feel that Bai Liu was relaxed and dangerous at this moment.
"No." Bai Liu raised his eyes and smiled at Mu Sicheng.
Mu Sicheng reacted for a while, staring at Bai Liu's long-anticipated expression and asked hesitantly: "Could you be... deliberately pressing Kong Xuyang and the others in a hurry, and then induce them to grab your task?"
Bai Liu blinked innocently: "How could it? How could I think that someone would be so bad and still grab someone else's task."
Mu Sicheng: "..."
In short, he couldn't understand every step of Bai Liu's. He couldn't tell whether Bai Liu was deliberate or acting stupid.
"Then do you still have to do this task?" Mu Sicheng frowned, "But this is the end of the matter. According to your statement, this task can't be done."
"No, it can still be done." Bai Liu jumped aside two steps, motioning Mu Sicheng to look at his feet.
Mu Sicheng held the camera to take the picture, the dark green light-emitting screen illuminates his feet, and there are seven rectangular pits neatly lined up.
These pits are uniform in size and specifications. There is a marble tombstone in front of which is engraved with black and white photos. The people in the photos are the seven old people in the temple.
Mu Sicheng was so startled that he almost stepped into the pit with one foot, holding the camera swayingly on tiptoe and backing for a few steps, and asked with lingering fear: "This is... The seven old men have dug it out, but they haven't had time yet. The burial pit?"
Bai Liu nodded: "Kong Xuyang lent the yin spirit of other ancestors I was buried here, but he didn't borrow seven others."
"Because these seven people have not been buried yet!" Mu Sicheng reacted very quickly this time. He happily gave Bai Liu a elbow and raised his eyebrows. Will the yin after the individual's burial come to borrow money?"
Bai Liu escaped Mu Sicheng's elbow without a trace, and replied with a smile: "I did plan that way."
"But it's not that Kong Xuyang didn't take the yin qi of these seven old people into consideration. He didn't leave me too much room to exploit." Bai Liu turned his head and looked at the empty graves of the seven old people, "According to normal, For funeral procedures with a high probability of no accident, the burial must be after the first seven, but the first seven..."
"But when the first seven days arrive, the Taoist zombies will be frenzied!" Mu Sicheng also thought of this, and his face sank, "Damn, what should I do then?"
"Since the normal funeral procedures are not good, then go through the abnormal funeral procedures." Bai Liu looked up at the sky, "When the day breaks, we will return to the village to bring the coffin over and bury it in advance."
When Mu Sicheng thought of going back to the village, he couldn't help but swallowed: "... When we go back to the village at dawn, what shall we do now?"
"The night is dark and the wind is high, and it's good time to dig the grave." Bai Liu smiled lightly. He patted Mu Sicheng on the shoulder and walked forward. "Let's go and see which grave we are going to dig. "
Even if Mu Sicheng is a good individual and a long-time sports player, now hearing Bai Liu's words, his legs are a bit soft. On the one hand, because he has run all night, his physical strength is indeed not enough, on the other hand...
He glanced across the mountains and plains, all kinds of horrible graves, took a deep breath, holding the camera, followed by a tragic expression with no return:
"Bai Liu, you walk slowly, if you step on something..."
The other end.
Kong Xuyang squatted against Yang Zhi's shoulder, frowning and asked, "Can you see so much in the second memory folding of Bai Liu?"
"Yes." Yang Zhi smiled bitterly, "Bai Liu's memory is simply too complicated, especially the folded part, two layers of memory are covered, I see many places are fuzzy and intermittent."
"I only know that Bai Liu's second memory fold simply erased the existence of that spade-like ghost."
"The current Bai Liu doesn't remember that he encountered such a strange existence when he was 18 years old. His memory should be normal studying, college entrance examination, and then going to university."
Kong Xuyang became more puzzled: "That is to say, there is a top player who can modify and fold memories. It took a lot of effort, just to make Bai Liu forget the fantasy in his memory. Your mouth looks exactly like the spades. friend】?"
Yang Zhi nodded.
"This is too weird..." Kong Xuyang twitched his eyebrows, "Which great player has such a leisurely mind, and can only perform this kind of skill on a mentally handicapped person who can only test 300 points in a high school?"
But Kong Xuyang didn't struggle with this issue for too long. He eagerly asked: "What about Bai Liu's third memory folding?!"
"I haven't completely digested Bai Liu's third memory fold. I can only see some outlines."
"This overlap of memories happened when I graduated from Bailiu University and just started working soon." Yang Zhi closed his eyes, clenched his fists and sweated his forehead, thinking back, "...it was almost the year before last."
"Bai Liu seems to have encountered... very unpleasant things, memory is chaotic... He seems to have been spinning around in the hospital." Yang Zhi closed his eyes tightly, he seemed to be immersed in Bai Liu's memory world, his chest was violently ups and downs, and sweat dripped on his jaw. fall.
"There is a strong smell of disinfectant everywhere, and Bai Liu seems to be sitting on the bench outside the ward with bloody hands and head down, very emotional..."
Yang Zhi's breathing was a lot of rapid, his hands trembled uncontrollably, his face was white and red, and he described it in a retching tone: "...strong."
Kong Xuyang grinned and stroked his chin: "The year before last? I happened to be playing the preseason at that time and I won the challenge all the way."
"Speaking of which, Bai Liu had a good time when his life was the worst."
"Maybe this is the difference between successful people and losers." Kong Xuyang sighed hypocritically and said.
Yang Zhi was completely immersed in Bai Liu's memory and did not respond to Kong Xuyang.
It was as if he had fallen into a frozen lake on the surface, and he could only vaguely hear Kong Xuyang's smug voices, but he couldn't think about the meaning of these sounds at all.
In my memory, Bai Liu's cold emotions, like ice water, continued to rush towards Yang Zhi's limbs and corpses. The shock was so strong that Yang Zhi could not move, as if he was sinking in the water with his eyes open, almost suffocating.
Yang Zhi slowly landed on the corridor of the hospital. The gloomy corridor was crowded and bustling with people. Bai Liu sat motionless on a bench at the end of the corridor, holding his hands against his lowered head, Orange juice dripped from the tail, and a bag of tumbled oranges was placed at his feet.
Bai Liu's white shirt and shoes were splattered with blood, and a blood-stained baseball bat was leaning on the back of the chair next to Bai Liu.
The noisy human voice seemed to be separated by some invisible noise reduction barrier, and Yang Zhi could only hear some faint conversations.
"... It was so miserable, I was hit by a motorcycle and flew."
"It seems to be a kindergarten teacher..."
"Kindergarten teacher? Is it that a group of speeding cars crashed into the kindergarten today?!"
"Have you remembered wrong? How can there be such a thing? It was a kindergarten teacher who found a group of speeders besieging a person on his way off work. He was daring to save a person and was hit and flew. …"
"People were sent to the emergency room in the afternoon, and they haven't come out yet..."
Yang Zhi saw that Bai Liu sitting on the bench slowly tightened his hands against his head, until the knuckles were white.
The disgusting emotion conveyed by Bai Liu made Yang Zhi confused again, and the continuous conversation of the few people next to him made him feel familiar in a daze.
Speed, kindergarten, crime facts that seemed to have happened but were erased...
Yang Zhi remembered.
He felt as if a folded block in his memory was forcibly opened under Bai Liu's strong emotional impact.
There seems to be such a thing.
… Which team is it against? Yang Zhi still can't remember.
They have targeted too many people, and after every crime, the traces of reality are erased. In the end, remembering the victim's face is an impatient thing.
But they will also use photos to record the victim's tragic situation, so that it is convenient to check the merits and send to the enemy team to achieve the purpose of disturbing emotions.
But it's weird that the kindergarten teacher who was clearly attacked by them didn't even leave a record of the photo.
Yang Zhi finally remembered, and his memory has also been revised.
But he didn't remember who did it, and now these modified memories have finally fully unfolded under the resonance of Bai Liu's memory.
Yang Zhi slowly looked at Bai Liu.
They once attacked Bai Liu, and together with this kindergarten teacher, they attacked as an important figure who was closely connected with the tactician of a certain team.
Kong Xuyang likes to prepare for a sneak attack, so he only posted a picture of the kindergarten teacher to the opponent's tactician, saying that he would attack this woman, but in fact even the opponent's friend, Bai Liu, who is only 22 years old, is also attacking. On the list.
It was a rather unsuccessful attack.
That woman was too ridiculous. Mingmian was a kindergarten teacher, but she was quite strong in combat and physical ability, so she jumped down from the second floor with one hand on the window.
Like an action scene, the woman snatched a baseball bat from the wall, and steadily and ruthlessly completed the feat of beating a group of speeders alone.
They came back in despair and had to pay points to eliminate the attack on the kindergarten.
At that time, Kong Xuyang was already on the field, but fortunately, he prepared Plan B for them in advance—that is, attacking Bailiu.
They turned their heads around Bai Liu who was off work, but this woman was too keen.
She noticed that they were about to turn around and attack someone, so she drove an electric bicycle and followed them, racing to stop people.
The electric car made her feel like she was rushed out of a racing motorcycle, mainly because she held a baseball bat and stopped in front of her by herself, and no one dared to run in front of her desperately.
But they ambushed people directly on Bai Liu's side earlier, so no matter how fast this side ran, they still succeeded.
When Bai Liu got off work carrying a bag of oranges and walked to the corner of a dark little alley, the people they had already ambushed directly rushed past Bai Liu.
More than a dozen cars, each weighing several hundred kilograms, can drive the white willow into a pool of flesh.
When the car rushed over there, they were still more than ten meters away from the white willow with the woman. This distance was too late for reminders, rescue or reinforcements, and the matter was already a foregone conclusion.
But the woman was sturdy to death.
In order to protect Bai Liu, she didn't stop at all. She drove the battery car at full speed and rushed over, blocking the front of Bai Liu, colliding with the motorcycle behind Bai Liu, and being knocked out.