—This is truly a mansion of youkai!
When Ji Thrush walked in the courtyard, he sincerely admired it.
It was clearly late at night, and it was still ancient times without electricity, but no matter indoors or outdoors, almost all the places he passed could be described as "brightly lit".
Moreover, Ji Thrush also noticed that the lighting of the mansion is not only the conventional equipment such as candles, lanterns, and oil lamps, but also strange things such as fluorescent stones, night pearls, and phosphorous lamps. Even if he walks in a completely unfamiliar courtyard, You can also easily see everything under your feet and around you.
But Ji Xiaoniao is not here to enjoy the nighttime garden at the moment, so he specially drilled in the direction where there are few people and dark, until he finds a corner that he feels is sufficiently hidden, then hides under a bush of roses, and wraps his hands in his sleeves The little thing shook out.
What Mo Tiangen handed him was a small ball of paper folded into a triangle.
Ji Thrush carefully opened it, and found that the piece of paper was probably leftovers torn from a book or calligraphy and painting. The object is stained with some kind of liquid. Under the condition of insufficient lighting, the handwriting is brown and black, which is very strange to look at.
Ji Xiaoniao shuddered, and involuntarily thought of the word "blood book", and wondered if Mr. Dagen worked so hard, in order to leave him a message, he even stole an embroidery needle, pricked his finger, and wrote with blood
But now is not the time to study where Mo Tiangen got the paper and ink, Ji Thrush carefully studied the delicate handwriting on the paper by the light of a lantern at the corner.
I saw the words on the paper: "see U fengboting".
Ji Thrush: "..."
Mo Tiangen may have considered that Chinese characters are easy to be exposed, so he simply chose a password that ancient monsters would never understand.
But I don't know whether it is Teacher Dagen's English proficiency is relatively bad, or he is worried that classmate Ji Xiaoniao, a sports school student who has been engaged in sports since childhood, is relatively poor in English, so he simply came to be bilingual.
Ji Thrush studied "fengboting" for a full minute. According to conventional reasoning, it should be a landmark name...
Thinking of this, Ji Xiaoniao poked his head out from behind the rose bushes, stretched his neck to look around, and then his eyes lit up.
He saw a small pavilion hidden behind the rose tree, with a plaque hanging in the middle, with three gold characters written on it, it was "Fengbo Pavilion".
Very good, Liu Shaotou on the moon, after the appointment at dusk, he even picked a very romantic date place, and Ji Thrush expressed his complete admiration.
It's a pity that good places are never lacking in interest.
Ji Thrush only took a few steps in the direction of the Fengbo Pavilion. Before he got close to the plank road, he saw that the pavilion had been occupied by several beautiful banshees in red and Dai Cui. They were joking and joking, and could hear them from a distance. Delicate laughter.
As a last resort, Ji Thrush could only shrink back like a thief, and was afraid that he would not be able to find him when Mr. Dagen came, so he didn't dare to go far, thought left and right, and searched for bushes and leaves in the direction where he could see the entrance of the plank road The lush fence, the cat behind, waiting patiently.
It's a pity that before Mo Tiangen could reach him, he had to wait for that soft and gentle youthful voice.
[Mu Yi fails to pass on the identity of [ghost] to another person within half a quarter of an hour, and is sentenced to be out of the game and executed immediately.]
——Holy shit, so fast, it's only been fifteen minutes!
Ji Thrush hurriedly looked down at his watch.
00:16:42, about fifteen minutes.
The boy's nasal voice sounded muffled, as if he was very dissatisfied with the performance of Mu Yi, who couldn't catch the double, and muttered and announced:
[Since the [Ghost] is dead, I will randomly choose one of you in half a quarter of an hour to be the new [Ghost].]
Ji Thrush's heart beat twice.
— This hide-and-seek game only started for a quarter of an hour, and the first participant who died has already appeared.
—And even if a "ghost" dies, it won't be the end.
——The new "ghost" will be randomly selected again after fifteen minutes. Anyone may be selected, including himself!
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At the same time that Ji Thrush heard the new reminder, Muyi, that is, Dashan, the grasshopper's roommate, was actually going through the horrible process of "execution".
Since he was passed on as a "ghost", he has been running around in the garden like a blind fly, trying to find the grasshopper who has sorry for him.
It's just that the grasshopper hid in concealment, and Dashan spent twelve minutes without being able to find anyone.
Just when he was about to go crazy seeing the death line approaching, he accidentally bumped into two other participants—two members of the "Tianlong Gang" who entered this "world" with him as a team.
Seeing that it was someone he knew, Dashan was relieved, but at the same time felt a faint sense of guilt.
Because he knew that what he was about to do was no different from the grasshopper who had just cheated him.
But obviously, even in the face of acquaintances, the two members of the "Tianlong Gang" were much more vigilant than Dashan's classmate back then. ID card.
"It really is you!"
One of them kicked the mountain, raised his chin towards the companion beside him, and said, "I am Mu Bing and he is Mu Ding. I just guess that A and B are you and the grasshopper! We are the four of us." The numbers are all connected!"
Another person also cursed viciously: "Say, what happened just now!?"
So Dashan could only cry and told the two of them exactly how the grasshopper had tricked him.
The original intention of his crying was to hope that some of his teammates would be willing to assume the identity of a ghost for him out of sympathy for the time being. After all, each person can be a ghost at most twice. Fate, there is still a lot of room for maneuver and negotiability.
It's just that this is all the good wish of student Dashan who is innocent and wishful thinking.
None of the two teammates planned to waste their chance to save Dashan's life. They just wanted to get first-hand key information from him.
This interrogation quickly exhausted the little time Dashan had left, and at the last second of fifteen minutes, a soft, waxy boyish voice with a nasal tone came out, announcing that Mu Yi had failed the game and was about to face death punishment.
As soon as the boy finished speaking, Da Shan, who was pinned down on the floor by two teammates, suddenly screamed.
That voice was extremely shrill, it was only made when people were extremely frightened, it was a hysterical cry that almost tore the vocal cords.
The two teammates, Mu Bing and Mu Ding, were really startled by his voice, they reflexively released him, and took two steps back.
Then the two saw an extremely unimaginable scene.
After the restraint was lifted, Dashan did not climb up, but maintained a posture of throwing his body to the ground, struggling and twisting on the ground, as if he was desperately trying to break free from some invisible shackles, but unfortunately it was in vain.
Immediately afterwards, Dashan's waist suddenly lost a large piece without warning.
That scene was so beyond Mubingmuding's common sense comprehension, that they couldn't react at all except for being dumbfounded.
If I had to describe it, it was as if Dashan's body was a piece of fluffy and soft cake that was bitten down the middle by a disembodied giant.
There was no blood flowing, no rolled flesh, no broken bones, just a large piece of Dashan's back was suddenly missing.
"Ahhh!"
At this time, Dashan's spirit has collapsed.
He could only cry and scream.
In a space that no one else could see, Dashan saw a black shadow rising from the wall, rapidly expanding and deforming, covering himself like a sticky jelly, and firmly engulfing his limbs and head. Securely fastened to the floor.
Then there was a hole in the black shadow, like a faceless person opening a big black mouth, "biting" hard on his lower back, swallowing a large piece of flesh and blood...
"Fuck!"
Mu Bing was dripping with cold sweat, and suddenly thought of a terrible thing:
"He'll attract monsters by shouting so much!"
Mu Ding also reacted immediately, and the two quickly turned around and fled together.
So they naturally didn't see that the mountain that fell on the ground was not only the lower back, but also the thighs, shoulders, forearms, calves... the remaining parts of the body were disappearing piece by piece.
Dashan's entire body was being devoured one by one by the invisible shadows in another dimension, and finally there was only a head with wide-eyed eyes, still wailing in terror and despair.
Then, the shadow opened its mouth for the last time and swallowed his head as well...
…
There are eleven remaining participants in the "world".
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After waiting for another two minutes, Ji Thrush, who was squatting behind the hedge, saw the bearded Mo Tiangen holding a copper hammer, pretending to be on patrol, and looking righteously from the storm pavilion he wrote on the note. go.
Ji Thrush quickly picked up a small stone, and when he passed by, raised his hand and threw it at his back.
After the physical strengthening of the two "worlds" and the persistent and hard training during the preparation period, Mr. Dagen's skills have improved a lot at this moment. Of course, he will not be so easily attacked by a mere stone.
Hearing the sound of the wind rustling behind his head, as if a hard object was coming, Mo Tiangen jumped out obliquely, dodging the flying hidden weapon, and at the same time assumed the posture of defending against the enemy, looking around vigilantly.
"Hiss, hiss!"
Ji Thrush sneakily popped his head out from behind the hedge, beckoning to Mo Tiangen.
Seeing that there was no one around, Teacher Dagen immediately trotted in two steps, jumped into the hedge, and squatted next to Ji Xiaoniao.
The two looked at each other, silently.
Half a minute later, Qi Qi sighed again.
"Ugh!"
Teacher Dagen put down the copper hammer, and habitually wanted to reach out to scratch his head. When he touched the turban tied on his head, he remembered that this was in ancient times. Escape, how do you play?"
He said, turning his head to look at Ji Thrush, with clear eyes and a sincere attitude:
"To be honest, I don't want to kill each other with you."