The innocent resident ran quickly and disappeared at the entrance of the stairs.
Shen Dongqing touched the tip of his nose, pushed open the door and walked in.
As soon as I walked in, I ran into a murder scene.
Maybe the resident hadn't had time to clean up after eating the takeaway. The floor was covered in blood, and half of his arms were hanging on the sofa, which looked quite fresh.
Shen Dongqing carefully stepped over the blood on the ground and walked up the stairs.
The wooden stairs were inlaid on the wall, and he turned his head to see that there were messy bloody handprints all over it, as if they had been left while fleeing in a hurry.
Add in the heavy, taut curtains and low-voltage lights, and it's a standard haunted house.
Shen Dongqing stretched and made a decision: "I will live here today!"
Wu Jia was apprehensive: "Will it be bad?"
There is also an original resident, who does not know where to hide, for fear of waking up the next day with less parts on his body.
Shen Dongqing listened to Wu Jia's concerns and nodded: "Yes."
Wu Jia also thought that Shen Dongqing was going to give up the idea of living in a haunted house, but he didn't expect him to change the subject and say, "It's time to say hello to the owner of the house."
Then he went upstairs.
Wu Jia turned his head to seek Zhou Wenyan's thoughts.
Yes, these two are a couple, Zhou Wenyan looks like a bear parent who is very used to bear children, it doesn't matter how he messes up.
But they also have the capital to fool around.
Wu Jia twitched the corners of his mouth and thought to himself: Few players can get so angry with the game that they vomit blood
Ding Ding Ding —
Shen Dongqing stepped on the stairs briskly and went upstairs.
The lights on the second floor were not turned on, and all the windows were blocked by heavy curtains. The corridor was pitch-black, and the doors on both sides were open there. It was so silent that only my breathing and heartbeat could be heard.
In this closed and dark environment, people's fears are magnified infinitely, and they are afraid that a Sadako or something will suddenly appear in the corner.
But this terrifying atmosphere didn't last long before it was broken by a burst of shouts.
"Hello? Are you there?" Shen Dongqing shouted from the corridor on the second floor, for fear that the ghosts wouldn't know he was here.
There was no movement in the corridor.
Shen Dongqing fumbled on the wall and pressed the switch.
Zilla!
The wall lights flickered and dimmed.
At this moment, Wu Jia, who was following behind, saw a distorted face flash by. Even if he saw more of this scene, his first reaction was to be scared and backed up.
After he recovered, he saw Shen Dongqing rushing directly over and grabbed the pale grimace.
Wu Jia recalled with hindsight, the distorted face didn't seem to be scaring people, but rather... scared.
I don’t know how many copies of the game and ghosts that Shen Dongqing has ruined, but ghosts are often deceived by his innocent and kind appearance, and they will cry and regret after being beaten. It's still very little forced.
Over there, Shen Dongqing held down the unlucky resident and greeted him warmly.
The resident shrank his head, rolled his red eyes nervously, and shuddered unconsciously when he heard Shen Dongqing's voice. Judging from his appearance, if he hadn't been able to leave this small bungalow, he might have jumped directly from the second-floor window.
Shen Dongqing asked very politely, "Can we stay for one night?"
Mr. Tenant's teeth chattered: "Giggle..." He couldn't even utter a word.
Shen Dongqing tilted his head: "?"
A look like if you dare to say no, I will destroy you on the spot.
The non-speaking resident was so frightened that he choked out a word: "But... but!"
Shen Dongqing let go of his hand, patted Mr. Hu on the shoulder, and said with a smile, "Then I'll disturb you!"
Terrified Mr. Resident: …
So after all this, just want to stay here for one night
Shen Dongqing let go of the resident, turned around and went back to choose the room where he lived. Halfway through, he seemed to remember something and asked, "Do you know me?"
The resident shook his head desperately.
Shen Dongqing: "Then why did you run away when you saw me?"
The resident was speechless. If he had to say it, it would probably be... the fear engraved in his soul. Even if I don't remember anything, I'm reflexively afraid.
Shen Dongqing thought for a while, maybe it was because he didn't remember that he scourged the game copy and made Mr. Hu a victim by the way.
He changed the question: "Then do you know where the ghost king's treasure is?"
The resident may have committed the ghost king ptsd, and his condition is particularly serious. He rolled his eyes when he heard these two words, and fainted on the ground on the spot.
Shen Dongqing:…
At this moment, an excited voice suddenly sounded outside the window: "I found it—"
Shen Dongqing walked over and opened the curtains, looked out the window, and found a player running out of a two-story house with blood all over his body. Too far to see what it is.
The player escaped from death, was too excited, and waved at his teammates.
Then his teammates gave him a warm welcome, stabbed him directly, and took the thing.
As soon as the thing was started, before the teammates had time to run away, they heard a broadcast sound from above.
"Congratulations—" The voice was exaggerated and contrived, followed by a strange and sharp laughter, and then said, "A lucky friend has already obtained the treasure of the ghost king, but I forgot to remind you that the ghost king is a philanthropic monarch. His treasures... there are many!"
"But which one is the ghost king's favorite?"
"We don't know hahahaha-"
"So, please bring the treasures of the ghost king to the tower in the city for identification."
A player asked: "What if the identification is wrong?"
"good question!"
"Correct will be rewarded, then wrong must be punished, this is fair!"
The last word fell, and the players fell into silence.
This is simply cheating!
There are a total of 999 houses in the inner city, which may be ghosts or the treasure of the ghost king, but now tell them that there are many treasures of the ghost king, but there is only one real treasure. If you take it wrong, you may die. The probability is too small!
I don't know which player wailed: "I don't play anymore—"
Shen Dongqing lowered the curtain and began to ponder this question: "What is the ghost king's treasure?"
He thought about it for a while and didn't understand it, but he always felt that this "treasure" was definitely not an ordinary thing. He was not in a hurry, he just put this problem behind him, and prepared to take a rest.
Shen Dongqing chose a room to live in, and after taking a shower, changed into a suit of clothes, and the whole person was full of blood and resurrected.
He sat cross-legged on the sofa, untied his backpack, poured out a small half-pack of snacks, and gnawed on it.
Halfway through the pack of potato chips, Zhou Wenyan walked out of the bathroom and sat beside Shen Dongqing. There was still water vapor on his body, and it smelled like the scent of shower gel, which was oddly good. Shen Dongqing moved a bit and leaned over.
The water droplets from Zhou Wenyan's hair slid down and landed on Shen Dongqing's cheeks. He leaned over and rubbed it directly into Zhou Wenyan's arms.
Zhou Wenyan was wiping his hair with a towel, and when he saw this, he changed his posture to make the person in his arms more comfortable.
Shen Dongqing snapped his fingers and said, "Where is the ghost king's treasure?"
Zhou Wenyan: "Well... I think it's very likely in the central tower."
Shen Dongqing: "Why?"
Zhou Wenyan put down the wet towel, kissed the person, and said, "The broadcast voice just now said that they didn't know which one was the ghost king's treasure, but they said, go to the tower for identification."
"Contradictory, how to identify if they don't know? Unless they know where the treasure is and make sure that the players are not taking the real treasure."
Shen Dongqing pulled out both hands to applaud.
Zhou Wenyan: "... I guessed it."
Shen Dongqing: "Oh, it's okay to guess wrong, we'll find out when we enter the tower and take a look."
Zhou Wenyan: "Also."
The two of them made plans for tomorrow very hastily and fell asleep.
Maybe it was because he hadn't slept well in the two days on the island, Shen Dongqing opened his eyes and arrived at noon the next day.
The windows of the room were tightly covered, and no light could penetrate, causing Shen Dongqing to think that it was still dark and that he would go back to sleep as soon as his eyes were closed.
Zhou Wenyan leaned over and kissed his eyelids.
Shen Dongqing's eyelashes trembled slightly.
"It's time to get up." Zhou Wenyan's voice was extraordinarily gentle.
Shen Dongqing made a meaningless nasal sound, as if acting like a spoiled child.
Zhou Wenyan: "Cough—"
If he didn't get up again, he wasn't sure what to do.
Fortunately, Shen Dongqing woke up when he was about to touch the danger line.
Zhou Wenyan helped a stupefied man with a bit of regret on his face, but he still didn't do anything.
After a simple grooming, the two walked out of the room.
Compared with the two bosses, Wu Jia is obviously an ordinary person. He didn't sleep well at night and waited downstairs early. He sat in a clean place for a while and heard footsteps from upstairs.
He looked around and found that it was the resident Mr.
Wu Jia thought that the resident was going to attack while he was alone. He was vigilant for a long time, but he saw that the resident climbed down the stairs with difficulty and hid in the corner like a thief.
Wu Jia:
What is this for
After the resident took shelter, Shen Dongqing and Zhou Wenyan went downstairs.
Wu Jia: "Should we go into a few more rooms today?"
Shen Dongqing: "No, let's go directly to the central tower."
Wu Jia asked cautiously, "What are you going to do?"
Could it be that they were staying there, and whoever identified the treasure would rob it
Although it's not very good, it's really something these two can do.
Zhou Wenyan: "Go in and have a look."
With that said, the group walked out of the small bungalow.
Before leaving, Shen Dongqing also deliberately turned around to talk to Mr. Hu: "I will come back when I have the opportunity-"
The resident, who thought that hiding in the corner would reduce his presence, hugged himself tightly and almost shed two tears.
This kind of shock is enough to be shocked once, don't do it a second time.
They had a night's rest, and the players outside had no time to sleep. After experiencing various failures, the players temporarily put aside their grievances and work together to clean up all the houses with a carpet.
I have to say that players who can enter the game copy of the ghost town have two brushes. After making very little sacrifices, they entered most of the houses at the second noon, and the treasures of the ghost king were as large as hills. high.
What a run-down doll, a music box that never stops, an elaborate puppet theater...
"Is the ghost king a little girl?" A player sneered and threw the thing he had just obtained.
Xiao Shan trembled slightly, as if he couldn't bear the weight. One of the small items rolled down gruntingly, landing right at Shen Dongqing's feet.
Shen Dongqing looked down and saw that it was a toffee.
The packaging of this toffee is a little dirty, and you can vaguely see the colorful pattern on it.
Shen Dongqing felt inexplicably familiar, and was about to bend over to pick it up, but someone took the lead and snatched it away.
The man also warned: "These things are ours!"
Shen Dongqing withdrew his hand and turned to look at the hill.
The music box creaked, making some jerky music.
Shen Dongqing watched for a while, and a few pictures seemed to flash in front of him. Before he could delve into it, something was pressed against his lips, and he subconsciously licked it.
is sweet.
A peeled toffee was placed beside Shen Dongqing's mouth, he lowered his head and bit it, the sweet taste melted in his mouth.
Shen Dongqing murmured, "I'm not greedy."
Zhou Wenyan withdrew his hand and touched the top of Shen Dongqing's head.
Shen Dongqing bit the toffee and said, "I saw these things that the ghost king left behind are very familiar, I think it should..." He paused, "I should have known the ghost king before."
He felt that this reasoning was correct, nodded and said, "The two of us should have a good relationship."
Zhou Wenyan: "Well..."
Shen Dongqing: "Maybe if you see the ghost king, you will be able to retrieve your previous memories."
Zhou Wenyan: "Actually..."
But before he could finish speaking, Shen Dongqing pulled him away.
The inner perimeter of the ghost town is very large, and the house is built like a maze. Shen Dongqing leads the way in front, and if you take it with you, you will get lost. He didn't feel it himself, and only reacted after going back to the original point again.
"I'm lost?" Shen Dongqing scratched her hair, her face full of confusion.
Zhou Wenyan reminded: "You should go to the right."
Shen Dongqing was silent for a few seconds: "...Why didn't you tell me?"
Zhou Wenyan held back his laugh: "Because you took it too seriously."
And the serious look is so cute, I want to watch it for a while.
Shen Dongqing puffed out her cheeks and walked in the direction Zhou Wenyan pointed.
After a period of seven turns and eight detours, I finally saw the central tower standing tall. Obviously they set off first, but other players arrived faster than them, and they were already lined up there for identification.
In order to prevent infighting, those players used a lottery method. One person picked an item to be appraised. Whether the appraisal was successful or failed, it was luck, and no one else could be blamed.
Shen Dongqing never did anything against the law, so naturally, he and Zhou Wenyan obediently stood at the back of the team.
Wu Jia couldn't help but say, "We don't have anything, so we can't identify it."
Shen Dongqing: "Appraisal? Why do you need appraisal?"
Wu Jia and Shen Dongqing, you look at me, I look at you, I think they are not on the same channel.
Wu Jia felt a little dizzy: "These people are queuing up to identify the ghost king treasure, you..."
Shen Dongqing understood, he waved his hand: "We don't identify, then let's go in directly."
As he spoke, he patted the man in front of him and said politely, "Let Rang, Ran Rang—"
The player was stunned and forced to let go.
The three of them passed through the line like this and came to the front.
The door of the tower was closed, and the player did not go in, but stood at the door for identification. The appraiser was not a human, but a dark crow.
The crow stood on the one-man-high railing and looked down at the player: "Quack—no—"
The player's face turned pale, and the thing in his hand fell to the ground.
After the crow was identified, the soil where the player was standing was loosened, and a deep pit sank. A ghoul covered with corpse spots and stench crawled out of it. Its eyes were dull, and it rushed towards the player.
Fortunately, the player had a prop in his hand, and he shook off the ghoul and quickly ran outside.
The ghoul seems to be moving slowly, but it sticks tightly behind the player, one person and one ghost, you chase after me, and play a parkour game.
The crow was so happy that "quack" laughed, and while waving his wings, he motioned for the next one to come forward.
Then it saw two people standing up, one of whom was extraordinarily familiar.
crow:…
It's kind of hard to laugh out of.
The crow eased his mood, flapped his wings and asked, "Where's the stuff?"
Shen Dongqing: "No."
"Oh, no, no—" The crow widened his eyes and looked straight at the man below.
What are you doing without you
Maybe the crow's expression was too obvious. Shen Dongqing heard its soul cry and pointed to the door behind him: "We want to go in."
The crow tilted his head: "Gah?"
Shen Dongqing also tilted his head like it: "Can't you?"
The crow felt that his little head was not enough.
In the setting, it doesn't seem to say that others can't go in, but...
Shen Dongqing: "Then let's go in."
Crow: "Quack! No way!"
It jumped up excitedly, blocking Shen Dongqing's face.
Shen Dongqing stopped, the corners of his mouth twitched slightly: "Are you sure?"
Crow: "Gah—no—"
Three seconds later, the crow's soaring trio sounded near the tower, accompanied by falling feathers, which made those who heard it shed tears of sadness.
The crow finally got out of the clutches, and stood aside with a snot: "Come in, go in."
Shen Dongqing let go, and the fine feathers fell off. He clapped his hands, still wearing the same smile: "It's over if you say it earlier?"
Raven: ... I hate it!
It silently took two steps back, away from this terrifying human being.
The tower was closed by an iron gate.
The iron gate is as tall as one person, with various ghosts carved on both sides, and a large ghost mouth in the middle, covered with fangs, as if waiting for food to be delivered to the mouth.
Crow: "Humph, the door can't be opened at all, you can't get in—"
It was Shen Dongqing's favorite opening session again.
He stretched out his hand to test the strength of the iron door, but before he touched the knocker, the iron door slowly opened by himself.
Shen Dongqing looked back at the crow with a question mark on his face.
crow:
It was a little unacceptable that the face slap came too fast, and after humming twice, it silently covered its face with its wings.
Gee, it hurts a bit.
The iron door hadn't been opened for a long time, and the gears were a little rusted, and they made a sour sound when they opened.
After it was completely opened, there was a thick darkness behind the door, and wisps of smoke escaped from it, trying to wrap around Shen Dongqing's fingers.
Zhou Wenyan grabbed Shen Dongqing and avoided the smoke.
Shen Dongqing: "It's okay."
For some reason, he knew that the black fog was not dangerous.
After confirming that there was no danger, Zhou Wenyan released his hand.
Shen Dongqing stepped forward, a wisp of black mist obediently wrapped around his fingers, like a domestic pet, and rubbed his fingertips.
"I must have a very good relationship with the Ghost King!" Shen Dongqing said while feeling the black mist.
Zhou Wenyan was silent for a moment: "...Did you ever think that you are the ghost king?"
Shen Dongqing was stunned: "Huh?"
Regarding the fact that he is the ghost king, Shen Dongqing really never thought about it, because in his memory, his character should be a thousand-year-old ghost who picked up a body that had just died. - Except for the fact that they are all ghosts.
So when he is familiar with the ghost town, he only wants to rely on the fact that he is friends with the ghost king.
"It should be... No." Shen Dongqing was a little uncertain, "I don't even remember."
In the past, he felt that he had existed for too long, and he couldn't remember what happened in the past. Now it seems that this is definitely not the case. No matter how bad his memory is, it is impossible for him to forget his identity!
Something must have happened, or someone had manipulated him.
Zhou Wenyan: "Go in and have a look and you'll know."
After they entered, the remaining players were not fools, and no longer played any identification game with the crows. After watching for a while, the daring ones also walked in.
From the outside, the tower was completely dark, but after walking in, a little light gradually emerged.
Shen Dongqing wasn't quite used to it at first, rubbed his eyes and found a mountain of meat in front of him.
Roshan is as tall as a person. If you look closely, it is formed by the accumulation of strips of tongues. The tongues are still squirming away from the body and screaming miserably.
Behind the pile of tongues is a wall with murals painted on it, the first of which shows a kid breaking open a woman's mouth and another kid pulling out her tongue with iron pliers. It wasn't broken all of a sudden, but slowly tormented, pulling slowly, and it seemed that the tongue was pulled out by more than a meter.
The woman's eyes were bloodshot, she made a "uuuuuu" in her mouth, and stared desperately and resentfully at everyone who walked in outside.
Shen Dongqing stared at her for a while, and suddenly said, "This tongue is too elastic."
The woman with her tongue pulled out:…
The player who just followed up and heard this paragraph: …
Then Shen Dongqing said, "I still don't think I'm a ghost king."
Zhou Wenyan: "Do you remember anything?"
"No." Shen Dongqing shook his head, "I just don't think my taste is so bad, no matter what, I will never make my living place like this, and I have no appetite!"
Wu Jia reminded in a low voice: "I looked outside, the tower should have eighteen floors, it is a replica of eighteen layers of hell, this is the first layer, the scissors hell." He thought of something, "Each layer of hell corresponds to A different crime, and if you commit this crime, you will be trapped in this hell."
He was a little flustered. In this life, who wouldn't do something immoral
Shen Dongqing didn't think so deeply, but sighed softly: "It's too tasteless, it can only be imitated, not innovative."
Then he said decisively: "I'm definitely not a ghost king."