The Taoist priest walked into Xu Mei's room with his magic weapon, pointed at the bed in the middle and said, "There are indeed traces of resentful spirits, and the yin qi converges here."
Xu Mei didn't dare to go in, so she stood at the door, and there was a hint of lingering fear on her face when she heard: "It was by my bed at the time, covered in blood and pale..."
She remembered the scene at that time and was still terrified.
Although she made that deal with Mr. Ye, she had never seen a ghost in real life. It was different from the ghosts she said. It was the most terrifying picture she had ever seen. Due to the horror and gloom of the soul, Xu Mei desperately wanted to seek a sense of security.
The Taoist priest stretched out his hand to make a tie, and brushed it in the air a few times with a whisk. Then he took out a copper bell from his pocket and knocked it twice. Then someone brought a basin of water behind him, and he took out a copper coin from the basin of water. , chanted a spell plausibly, then threw the copper coin into the air and caught it with the back of his hand.
Xiao Li took a bite of the apple and watched the Taoist priest exorcise the ghosts for a while. After passing by Zhou Ying directly from the other side, he realized that this person had no real strength, so he didn't want to continue watching.
He ate the apple in three bites and was about to go out to find something to eat. At this moment, his phone vibrated, and Shen Mizhi sent a message: "A new game has been released recently, do you want to come and play? "
Xiao Li deducted a "1" in agreement.
Shen Mizhi: "Have you eaten lunch? I haven't eaten yet, together?"
This time Xiao Li readily agreed, made an appointment with Shen Mizhi, threw the apple core in his hand, and went out.
Shen Mirage's place is not a restaurant or hotel, but his home.
This transfer student is mysterious and independent. He lives alone in a high-rise apartment on the top floor. The decoration in the room is mainly black, white and gray.
When Xiao Li came, the door was ajar. He called the other party's name, reached out and opened the door, and found that the dining table was already full of daily meals. The school grass classmate is touching the shell of the soup bowl with his hand, as if he is measuring the temperature, the hair on his forehead falls down to cover his eyes, only the smooth jawline looks very handsome.
When Shen Mizhi heard the sound of the door opening, he raised his head and looked at the young man standing at the door. His eyes lit up almost instantly: "You are here."
Xiao Li looked at the way he was skillfully fiddling with his chopsticks, and his eyes shifted from the food on the table to the person at the same table: "You didn't make this yourself, did you?"
When Xiao Li looked at Shen Mizhi, the young man could almost sense the touch of the other party's gaze falling on him, the cool and numb sense of touch, he turned his head to cover up, the chopsticks in his hand Put it on the bowl: "Well, I usually cook by myself. Are you hungry? Try it and see if it tastes good."
These words refreshed Xiao Li's understanding of Shen Mizhi - he was not familiar with this new transfer student in a strict sense, but judging from the appearance and words and deeds of the other party, he was like a young master who does not touch the sun with his fingers. , I didn't expect to be the kind of person who would cook at home by himself.
Many of the people Xiao Li knows—except those who cook at home—most of them also order takeout, which is simple and convenient and doesn’t waste time. It’s too troublesome to cook on your own.
The friendship between boys is very strange. Sometimes after a fight, they are considered friends if they form a team and play a ball together. Now Xiao Li has a feeling that he has seen the other side of the same table, which brings him and Shen Mizhi closer. the distance. So he just sat down with the flow, picked up his chopsticks, and took a bite of the dish.
Shen Mizhi didn't look like someone who could cook, so Xiao Li was ready to vomit when he took a sip—he was even ready to swallow it directly, but the chopsticks were just placed in the dish. In the mouth, it was unexpectedly delicious.
"How is it?" Shen Mizhi sat opposite him, his black sweater rolled up from his wrist, exposing the upper half of his arm, and looked at him with his chin up.
It was him who clearly said that he hadn't eaten, but he didn't have any intention of tasting it.
Xiao Li praised sincerely: "It's delicious."
Thanks to Xiao Li's motherly poor cooking skills in the early years, he was not picky about food, as long as he could eat enough. After returning to Xiao's house, he felt that Xiao's chef's cooking was delicious, but Shen Mizhi's dish was better than anything else he had ever eaten.
"That's good," Shen Mizhi's voice contained a hint of a smile, "Eat more."
Xiao Li finished the meal, stood up and took the initiative to clean up the tableware. Before he moved a few times, the other party held his hand - and let it go like an electric shock, Shen Mizhi put away the bowl in front of him: "I'm coming, the game is in the game room, you go to see it first. Bar."
"I'll accompany you, otherwise I'll win you, what do you think I'm cheating?" Xiao Li grabbed it, but didn't grab it, Shen Mi couldn't tell from the outside, but in fact he was very strong, and easily took the rest of the bowl The chopsticks were placed in the sink.
Shen Mizhi glanced at him.
Xiao Li simply leaned against the pool, playing with the button on his sleeve with one hand, watching Shen Mizhi clean up.
Seen from the side, the young man's outline is deep. When he is not smiling, the whole person's aura is like a sharp ice blade, and there is an imperceptible sinister in his eyes.
—I can't tell that it's the type that can cook.
Shen Mizhi, surnamed Shen, is there a family named Shen here
Xiao Li's thoughts drifted away boundlessly, which was painful for Shen Mizhi opposite him. He seemed to be concentrating on washing the dishes, but his muscles were secretly tensed. idea.
"You rarely go to school recently," Shen Mizhi couldn't bear his gaze and asked actively, "What happened?"
Xiao Li retracted his thoughts and came back to his senses. He thought for a while and asked tentatively, "Do you believe there are ghosts in this world?"
"I believe," Shen Mizhi said lightly, "I have seen it."
Xiao Li stood up straight: "Oh?"
The young man put the last pair of tableware and chopsticks away, wiped the water droplets on his hands, turned around, and did not continue to explain, but took the initiative to avoid the topic: "Game room?"
Xiao Li stared at him for two seconds, then looked away and nodded.
—
On the other side, in the same city, in Mr. Ye's independent villa.
Mr. Ye is always cautious and suspicious of everyone, so no one knows where he lives.
His body has been sitting on the side of the chair since that day, and his expression remains in the panic before death.
In the boundless stagnation, a black figure stretched out his hand from under the door, pulled the door lock from the room, and a man walked in.
He covered his mouth and nose, opened the curtain, and frowned at the corpse on the ground.
The shadow behind the door swam towards the corpse, folded his arms in the opposite direction, his whole body was like a fishing net, and got into Mr. Ye's body, absorbing the few little ghosts that were deposited in the other's heart.
"It's still too late, I didn't run out." The man breathed a sigh of relief, picked up his mobile phone and dialed a number, moving towards Humane on the opposite side.
After the shadow absorbed the corpse, the kid swam back behind the man.
He stretched out his hand to cover Mr. Ye's eyes, closed his eyes and chanted a rebirth mantra, and suddenly withdrew his hand: "A connection was forcibly severed, and there is one missing."
The person on the other end of the phone said, "We don't care about the life and death of people outside the door, but the lost ghost must be found, otherwise it will stay in the world, and I don't know what the consequences will be."
The man nodded and hung up the phone.
—
When Xiao Li came back from Shen Mizhi's side, it was almost night-although the other party said it was okay to stay overnight, but Xiao Li still didn't like living in someone else's house, so he walked back briskly.
When he came back, Xu Mei had already sent the Taoist away and changed rooms.
Although the Taoist priest gave Xu Mei a lot of warding off evil spirits, and there was a Buddha statue in the master bedroom, she still had a heart, and decided to sleep in another second bedroom until the Master Xiao returned.
Ordinary people have a kind of instinctive fear when they encounter ghosts, and Xu Mei is no exception. She was still a little scared lying on the bed alone, so she dragged her young son to strengthen her courage.
Xu Mei didn't tell Xiao Ming that she hit the ghost, so Xiao Ming didn't know anything, he complained about sitting on the chair in the second bedroom, opened the homework book and said dissatisfiedly: "How old is I and still need you to watch? homework?"
Xu Meiqiang smiled happily: "I see that your writing is more efficient. Have you completed the teacher's task tomorrow? Are you sure you can get to the top three in the grade in the midterm exam?"
"...One more English." Xiao Ming lay on the table, spread out his homework book and started writing.
Xu Mei sat behind him, and because of her son's existence, she felt a little more comfort. She went to the dressing table and applied a mask to herself, and carefully pressed the edge of the mask with her fingertips. Before she could stand up, she caught a glimpse of a dark shadow around the corner of her eye—the doll! Dolls that move and get bigger! He was lying on the edge of the window where Xiao Ming was, sitting in front of the potted flower!
"Ah!" Xu Mei couldn't get up in one breath, she almost choked to death, and dragged Xiao Ming, who didn't know it, and broke through the door.
When she screamed, the second young master of the Xiao family had returned to his room, looking at Xiao Huangben in front of him.
Xiao Huangben was spread out: [You seem to like your roommate very much, you never looked at me with that kind of eyes.]
Xiao Li: "...What kind of eyes?"
[The kind of… focused, curious, observing, admiring gaze.]Xiao Huang Ben said confidently.
Xiao Li: "...Am I not focused enough to appreciate you when I look at you? You are the strangest existence I have ever seen."
Xiao Huangben: [At the beginning, it changed, do you like Shen Mizhi?]
Xiao Li: "Whenever you can stop driving, I will return to that look."
Xiao Huangben asked again: [Do you like Shen Mizhi?]
Xiao Li said weakly: "Besides the relationship between men and men, there is something called friendship. Not everyone is as perverted as you are."
Xiao Huangben snorted: [How do you know that he is not like me? How do you know he doesn't secretly want to kiss you like a beast?]
Xiao Li: "..."
- He was simply powerless to complain, whether it was the adjective, the verb, or the subject of the sentence.
Xiao Huangben's Chinese was taught by a physical education teacher, right
Xiao Huang Ben chased after the victory: [Just because I want to kiss you, I am honest, I described my wishes, and tell you to listen, you don't like me anymore?]
Xiao Li: "Wait a minute, I have to correct a little—"
What is "don't like it", it means that I have never "liked it", okay
Xiao Huangben: [I don't think there is anything that needs to be corrected.]
[reject.]
It clearly refused to accept the reality and lived in its own world - Xiao Li closed it, raised his head, and happened to meet the eyes of the Tanli puppet.
Those pure black pupils that looked very terrifying to outsiders, looked a little innocent in Xiao Li's eyes.
It's like a child who knows what he's doing is a bit over the top and is afraid of being punished by his parents.
It actually really just wanted to see the flowers this time.
The second young master of the Xiao family was quiet for a few seconds, when he heard Xu Mei's screams coming from the outside world, and when he contacted the Taoist priest before, he roughly guessed what Tan Li had done. Inside, touched its head: "Wherever you are here, you can go."
The puppet moved, its face was always blank, but it just rubbed the fingertips of the young man with its cheek, as if grateful.
Xiao Li smiled slightly and retracted his hand.
After this day, Xiao Li spent a few days to have a happy birthday.
Since that day, Xu Mei has been impatient to move out, and together with Xiao Ming disappeared temporarily in Xiao's house, Xiao Li was very happy, went to class every day, and secretly played games with the same table, gradually became familiar .
Zheng Yi went to the dungeon world again in the past few days. After returning, he complained to Xiao Li with snot and tears, and sprayed his mentally handicapped teammates wildly, and then expressed his nostalgia for Xiao Li.
He really wanted to form a team with Xiao Li, but Zheng Yi felt that Xiao Li was not the type who liked to form a team. He always seemed to be alone. Although he was good at talking at first, he was cold in his heart.
In order to avoid destroying the friendship between them, Zheng Yi also did not reveal the team invitation.
After Xiao Li once again taught Zhou Ying to get out of the shadow of Happy Landlord, he once again received the omen paper before the start of the dungeon world.
This piece of paper is very strange, there is no writing on it, only some dirt sticks to the paper, and there is no word on it.
Wordless bible
Xiao Li was holding the piece of paper, and he was able to take out Xiao Huang's original without changing his face:
[In the mountains far away from the urban area, there are many hidden villages, one of which is the gathering soul village. The village is very old and remote. Each villager keeps his own secrets. They are isolated from the world, self-sufficient, and never communicate with the outside world. You are a group of reporters who came to take pictures of the beautiful scenery in the mountains. They temporarily settled in Juhun Village, but for no reason encountered one unimaginable thing after another... I would also like to give you some advice, but I don't know much about this village. , if you must, then well, please respect local customs - it might save your life.]
After writing these words, the dizziness that was teleported passed, and Xiao Li found himself in a big mountain.
In the distance, the mountains and waters are beautiful, with layers of terraced fields, and the air is filled with the fragrance of soil. He stood on the mountainside and looked down, and there was a village below.
The small yellow book shows this task:
[Remaining safe time: three minutes.]
[This task: 1. Survive for a week in Soul Gathering Village; 2. Decipher the truth of Soul Gathering Village. The above tasks can be completed at any time, and they will be randomly sent back to the real world after completion.]
[Hidden tasks: 1. Look at me with focused eyes; 2. Tell me you like me; 3. Kiss me, all the above tasks must be completed.]
Xiao Li turned a blind eye to the hidden mission. He closed the small yellow book and looked at the other reincarnators.
This time, there are about a dozen people in the dungeon world, men and women, young and old, all observing each other, and it seems that there are no newbies.
Among them was a middle-aged man, who was wearing a Chinese vest and took the initiative to gather everyone together: "My name is Shi Ye, and I have passed through three worlds. What do you think about this world? Why don't you exchange it first?"
"I don't know what I can think of it now, just take one step at a time," said a young man who dyed his hair red.
"I don't think so. The quest prompt emphasizes customs. I think this is an entry point. After we get in, we can ask the villagers about this." Another person said while holding his quest book.
Xiao Li hid in the crowd and listened to their analysis silently without speaking.
He heard that in the analysis of those people, three people were whispering behind them, talking about completely irrelevant topics, and one of the young people said, "Come in again, I haven't slept enough!"
Another eagle-nosed man gave him an elbow: "I know sleep, I think you should stop calling Zhu Yiting, you should call Zhu Zhu Zhu."
The young man known as Zhu Yiting said dissatisfiedly: "Be respectful, the riddles of the previous world were deduced by me."
"Fuck you, it's pure luck, what is your reasoning? I sprinkle rice on the keyboard, and chickens can reason better than you!" The third person sneered.
The hook-nosed man said, "You insult the chicken. What did the chicken do wrong to compare it to this pig?"
Zhu Yiting didn't know what to do, and a painful cry came from the third person.
It was obvious that the three of them came in a team—this was the first time Xiao Li had encountered a team using a team symbol.
After the three-minute safety time was reset to zero, the opening CG appeared in front of everyone, and a scene was played in the mid-air light curtain.
In a dilapidated thatched hut, there was a man in tattered clothes sitting on the kang.
He just sat there in a daze, looking at a black box beside him.
There was nothing special about the box, it was all black and tightly covered with the lid.
The man's eyes became more and more blurred, cold sweat dripped from his cheeks, and finally he reached out to the black box and opened it as if he had made a big decision.
The title screen ends here.
From the gathering soul village, a figure ran up from the bottom of the mountain, looking happy, shaking hands at them one by one: "You are the reporters from the city, right? You have been waiting for a long time, I am Wu Shan, the village chief of the gathering soul village, there are already people You have greeted me, and you are welcome to come to the village as guests."
Wu Shan was wearing simple blue clothes with a few patches on them, looking very simple.
"Hello, Village Chief Wu, we have just come here." Shi Ye greeted him and held Wu Shan's hand.
Wu Shan led the way in front of the reincarnators to the village at the bottom of the mountain.
The dark clouds in the distance gathered together, rendering a gray color on the horizon, and the accumulation became heavier and heavier, and it looked like a storm was about to come.