Breakfast is eaten around the Eight Immortals table in the hall. That table was big enough that a dozen people sat in a circle and it was still not too crowded.
The old lady with the cat face mask I saw last night seems to be the NPC in charge of their lives. After delivering the last bowl of fried rice cakes, the old man moved his three-inch feet across the threshold and walked out of the hall slowly.
Having experienced one night in the dungeon, everyone has some experience with the game. Mai Mai, who was dyed with dazzling green hair, raised his body slightly, stretched out his hand to grab a fried dough stick, and said in a calm tone: "The conditions here are not harsh. You eat well and live well, but you always feel uncomfortable. Whether it's the sky, the white The fog or the river both make me feel a kind of pressure, even if I walk outdoors, I feel that there is a layer of membrane to seal myself."
Peter Pan hurriedly raised his head from the sea bowl, with a circle of soymilk marks on his lips, and said inarticulately: "That's right! Brother Xiaomai, you are so right, I have this feeling, my chest is tight and I can't breathe. Besides, the atmosphere in this dungeon is quite frightening, there is always a dark wind blowing from the back of my neck, and sometimes I am almost scared to death."
After spending the night with Mai Mai, Peter Pan found that this guy seemed tough and easy to mess with, but in fact he had a calm personality. Therefore, he quickly reversed the prejudice caused by judging people by appearance, and got acquainted with wheat overnight.
"Look at you." Wen Lei sat opposite Pan Peter, and after hearing what he said, he twitched the corners of his mouth in a mocking manner, and said, "What kind of horror is it? I can't breathe. I'm just scaring myself. I don’t feel that way. There are no evil spirits or mutant creatures in this dungeon, and there are good food, drinks and hospitality. It’s not difficult. We just need to think about how to cross the river outside and go ashore again. Don’t talk about it all day long. of."
Peter Pan pursed the corners of his lips. Although he was unhappy at being ridiculed, he still silently picked up the porcelain bowl with half of the soy milk left, and didn't say anything. I don't want to cause trouble for no reason.
At this time, Bo Ye put a bean paste bag in Pan Peter's bowl, turned to Wen Lei, smiled lightly and said, "You must be very good, right? You can tell that you are an experienced god-level player at first glance. Don't worry, it will be fine for you to carry in the next game, right?"
Peter Pan glanced at the red bean paste buns in the bowl, and vaguely felt that Bo Ye was protecting him, and his mood suddenly healed.
Wen Lei has only experienced two dungeons, and they all escaped by chance. He is far from being a so-called god-level player, but Bo Ye's words obviously satisfied his vanity. Wen Lei hurriedly went down the steps, patted his chest and assured: "No problem! Then rely on me, and I will ensure that everyone goes ashore safely."
Peter Pan quietly made a grimace, he didn't believe Wen Lei's words at all, and felt disdainful in his heart. He put down the soy milk bowl, picked up the bean paste bun and took a bite. I thought to myself, my brother Ye is the god-level player, okay, my sister-in-law Ye is in charge of wisdom, I am the soul of the whole team, and my gracious boss beat all the NPCs.
I want to carry, but it's not your turn.
The players went out in the middle of the morning and went straight to the wooden bridge they passed yesterday. From the current point of view, the bridge is the most likely place to become an escape exit, so everyone is thinking about it.
A narrow bluestone street. The side by the river is surrounded by stone railings, and there are stone carvings of budding lotus on the top of the railings. On the other side of the street are houses, mostly two-story wooden buildings, but because of the location of the back door, there are not many pedestrians. Occasionally, one or two people dressed as old women and wearing masks came out of the door, holding bamboo baskets in their hands. Seeing a dozen or so of them, it was as if they hadn't seen them. What to do.
The clanging and powerful piling sound was endless and never stopped, but the stakes...
Gu Meng leaned slightly while leaning on the guardrail, trying to take a closer look, and then asked Enjin uncertainly, "Is there any change compared with yesterday?"
When I arrived here yesterday, the sky was basically dark, so I couldn't see clearly during the day.
Enjin calmly held onto the back of Gu Meng's coat to prevent her from falling into the river. "It hasn't moved. The marker is still on the level," he said.
After being reminded by Enjin, other people gathered around one after another, and only then did they see that there were indeed a series of notches on the wooden stake. Evenly spaced, like measurements on a ruler. Peter Pan poked his fingers and counted the marks on the stake from bottom to top, muttering something, and finally said: "There are twelve marks."
"It's eleven." Tang Zhi corrected him.
Pan Peter scratched the back of his head shyly, and said, "That's eleven, too many, it's dizzying to count."
"Eleven last night?" Gu Meng looked at Enjin and asked.
Enjin nodded, and shifted her gaze to the master wearing the crane face mask. In the late autumn weather, the old master only wore a thin short shirt, his arms and body were very thin, but when he held up the hammer and smashed it down on the stake, he felt an amazing sense of strength in his vision.
After the master smashed a round, he raised the hammer high with both hands over the top of his head, slowly accumulating strength in the process, as if he wanted to gather all the strength of the skinny body. Then he slammed it down with a hammer, hard and fast, full of indifferent mechanical feeling. It was as if no matter what was underneath, the hammer would fall with unerring precision.
"Why do I always feel..." Pan Peter couldn't explain why, the more he watched the crane-faced master's piling action, the more frightened he felt, and he subconsciously bit his finger and said, "Master is not driving piles..."
Bo Ye nodded, expressing his understanding: "It's loneliness."
"..." Peter Pan glanced at Bo Ye, and suddenly he was not afraid anymore. Originally, I wanted to say that the master's posture didn't look like he was driving a piling, but it looked like he was swinging an ax to dismember people.
Bo Ye couldn't bear Master Crane Face's grinding progress, so he simply raised his voice towards the bridge through the stone railing: "Master, can you do it? If you can't, I'll come instead."
Unexpectedly, the master stopped. He put down the hammer, rested his elbows on the top, and wiped the crane face mask with his clothes, as if the mask was really stained with sweat.
"Guests from afar, I can't do it." The master sighed heavily. Because the mask covered his face, everyone could only tell his emotions by listening to the voice.
The master said sadly, "I just don't have the strength."
Bo Ye lowered his head and stepped on the edge of the street, held back for a while, and couldn't hold back: "...Is it because you can't do it?"
If you don't have strength, it's not your fault
"..."
Master Crane Face remained silent for a long time. Everyone could feel his embarrassment through the wooden mask.
Gu Meng glanced at the blurry scenery on the other side covered in mist. It was obviously just across a narrow river, but she couldn't reach it, so she couldn't help being anxious. However, according to the current situation, the master is undoubtedly the hope of the whole village, because only he can touch the bridge in front of him.
Gu Meng cut straight to the point and said to her master, "Master, when will you be able to drive down the piles and repair the bridge?"
The master turned his face to him, and said in a vague way: "Because I have no strength now, the project is delayed. I need something that can help generate strength."
"Something that helps generate strength?" Wen Lei rubbed his chin as if thinking, and then shouted to the people on the bridge, "Hey, master, what is it? We are short on time, so don't play charades here."
But Master Crane Face ignored them, picked up the hammer again, and kept hitting the wooden stake.
Wen Lei looked down at the dark river, and said a little anxiously: "I don't think we should bother, this river is very narrow, and you can swim across it with just a few strokes, relying on this old man is worse than relying on yourself."
Bo Ye smiled, and said lightly: "Well said, how about you find a way?"
Wen Lei hesitated: "This..."
While he was hesitating, two large orange lanterns slowly emerged from the bottom of the water, and a deeper black could be faintly seen in the dark river water. Wen Lei's face changed drastically, and before he could shout anything, a huge fish tail broke through the water and slammed towards the stone railing. The crowd around the shore hurriedly avoided, mixed with screams and chaos.
Gu Meng only felt that the hem of the clothes at the back tightened, and she was immediately pulled into the arms of the person behind her. With an arm across his waist, he was led to stagger two steps backwards. A light breath fell in my ear: "Mr. Gu, be careful."
Gu Meng's ears turned crisp, and her face also turned red. Every time I heard that soft and gorgeous voice calling him "Mr. Gu" with a chuckle, I felt a little weak in my legs.
Mai Mai patted off the water splashed on her clothes, wiped her cheeks and shook her hands and said, "It seems that opportunistic thoughts can't be moved, this river is guarded by that fish."
Wen Lei just got close, and if he moved a little slower, he would be slapped on the face by the fish tail, so he was quite frightened, and he was still in a daze.
Bo Ye knew that Wen Lei was really useless, so he stopped teasing him, and suggested with a restrained expression: "There are no further clues here, first go to the people in the town to find out what's going on here."
In order to improve efficiency, the players walked in two ways.
Gu Meng and En Jin, Bo Ye and Tang Zhi, Pan Peter and Mai Mai, six people walked together. They walked along the winding bluestone road all morning, but they still haven't visited the whole town, and they can't figure out how big the town is.
There are so many alleys here, it's like the capillaries of this ancient town, you can meet one every two steps. However, everyone dared not go in rashly, for fear of getting lost, so most of the time they walked on the main road.
Gu Meng tried to communicate with the townspeople, but most of them were indifferent and very defensive towards outsiders like them.
"I don't know, you can ask someone else."
"Hurry up, no time."
"Guest, do you want to buy it or not? Don't delay my business if you don't."
"Hey? What are you doing with my grandson? Come on! Snatch the child!"
After trying to find a child to inquire about the situation, but was chased five blocks by his grandmother with a broomstick, everyone gave up the idea of communicating with the townspeople.
In a certain dark alley, Bo Ye leaned on the wall with one hand to rest, slightly out of breath: "The old lady can really run, take it."
Tang Zhi ran away blushing, leaned his back against the wall and glanced out of the alley, and said, "People here don't look very friendly."
Enjin, on the other hand, took out a small mirror and a lipstick, and began to quickly touch up her makeup before she could catch her breath.
It was just at noon, and Peter Pan was tired and hungry from shopping, so he took out something wrapped in white gauze from his pocket. When you open it, you can see that it is a red bean paste bun. He dropped it off the dinner table in the morning.
Before opening his mouth to bite down, Peter Pan paused, and then handed it to Gu Meng very sensiblely: "Brother, do you want it?"
Gu Meng unbuttoned the neckline to dissipate heat, glanced at the steamed stuffed bun, waved to him and said, "I'm not hungry, you can eat."
The young boy asked again, seeing that no one else wanted it, so he took a big bite out of the bun.
Mai Mai was actually a little hungry, wiped the sweat from his forehead, and said: "I have learned about the general situation in the town, or else go back first, it's time for dinner."
No one else objected.
Eunjin was the first to walk out of the alley. As soon as he took a step, he stopped, looked around, and said, "It's foggy."
Everyone took a look, and sure enough, the sky and the earth seemed to be covered with a layer of tulle, and the whole body was covered with light and misty white mist.
"What's the fog at noon?" Peter Pan stuffed the buns into his mouth in two or three mouthfuls, looking around cautiously.
Bo Ye reminded: "The fog is getting thicker, everyone, don't fall behind."
Looking at the similar streets and shops in front of him, Mai Mai suddenly thought of it and said, "Just now I ran too fast and forgot to recognize the way. Should I ask someone how to get back? I won't go in the wrong direction later."
Bo Ye glanced at Enjin's back, and said without worry at all: "We have GPS navigation, just follow along."
Although Mai could not figure it out, she felt relieved and didn't ask any more questions.
The further you go back, the heavier the fog and the fewer people's voices. The street vendors have closed their stalls, and there are only shop assistants and bosses left in the crowded tea houses and restaurants. The ancient town gradually quieted down, but anxiety and uneasiness arose in people's hearts.
"In broad daylight, you shouldn't bump into ghosts..." Peter Pan said "Amitabha", walked forward a few steps quickly and squeezed in between Bo Ye and Tang Zhi who were holding hands, took their arms one by one, and said cheekily , "Brother Ye, sister-in-law Ye, are you tired from walking? I'll help you."
Bo Ye and Tang Zhi were tall, with a thin Peter Pan standing in the middle, who looked like a happy family of three from the back.
Tang Zhi frowned, turned his head slightly to look at Peter Pan, and said in a displeased voice, "Who's Mrs. Ye?"
Peter Pan shrank his neck and quickly changed his words: "Candi..."
Bo Ye whispered to Pan Peter: "Your sister-in-law Ye has a thin skin, so she will call you in private from now on."
Tang Zhi slapped Bo Ye's face with his backhand.
Gu Meng walked behind and smiled helplessly when she saw the three noisy people in front of her. As he was walking, he suddenly heard a crisp bell ringing behind him. Subconsciously look back.
The streets are covered with white mist, and pedestrians walk in twos and threes with an indescribable fatigue. The white mist outlines their shadows. Looking at them from a distance, they inevitably remind people of the words "walking dead". As soon as Gu Meng turned her head, the bell sound disappeared, as if it was just a hallucination.
Gu Meng turned her head to look forward again. Everyone kept walking, unaffected by the sound, and they were about to turn to another street. He quickly stepped up his pace so as not to fall behind.
Not a minute later, the bell rang again. It was very far away, and the sound was not very clear, but Gu Meng caught it. When he turned his head this time, he happened to see a woman walking into an alley behind him. The paper umbrella she held in her hand was pressed at an angle, so her face could not be seen, but that graceful figure and graceful steps could only belong to a young woman. A corner of the fluttering cheongsam is left in the cut corner between the wall and the line of sight, and the color of crescent white is faintly visible through the fog.
Seeing the beautiful figure of that woman, Gu Meng seemed to have thought of something, and couldn't help walking slower and slower. Suddenly, he had a flash of inspiration, turned his head and said to the people in front of him: "Do you feel that there is less in this town..."
The voice stopped suddenly, Gu Meng stopped completely, stood in the middle of the street and blinked a little dullly—
The five men who were walking in front of him disappeared without a trace.
"Walk so fast?" Gu Meng regained her senses and hurriedly chased forward. After a while, we will reach a fork. Looking around, the field of vision is very shallow in the white mist, and you can only see the scene within a radius of one meter.
Gu Meng couldn't help feeling a little anxious. She stopped in place and twirled around. With one hand, she lifted the hem of her jacket and put it on her waist. She held the other hand slightly to her mouth, biting her index finger knuckles anxiously, hesitating which way to go.
"Enjin—Candi—Bo Ye—"
He called out the names of several other people at different intersections, but he couldn't hear the answer for a long time.
Just when Gu Meng was about to try his luck and pick a random path, the dense sound of "ding ling ling" rang out behind him again. He turned around.
At this time, the fog in the ancient town had reached its peak, and the few pedestrians seemed to have returned to the house. The bell lingered for a long time, erratically, completely confusing the direction.
Gu Meng squinted her eyes, trying to see more clearly, in case she missed something. He called out to the empty street, "Is anyone there?"
The bell rang non-stop, and the entire ancient town seemed to be echoing with that ethereal sound, but no one came into view from the thick fog, and no one agreed.
For some reason, the longer she stood there, the more Gu Meng could feel a piercing sense of horror. The scalp began to tighten and tingle. It's not a problem to stop here, so I just turned into the street on the left without doing anything.
The street is a bit narrow, lonely and deep. After walking two steps, a figure of Pingting appeared in the white mist ahead. She is petite and graceful, holding a paper umbrella. Gu Meng thought of the woman who walked into the alley just now. Because of the thick fog, he could only see a vague outline, and he couldn't tell whether the woman was walking forward or in his direction.
"Miss?" Gu Meng thought for a moment, but still took the initiative to say hello, and approached cautiously, "Can I ask the way?"
The woman kept walking. Gu Meng followed behind for a while, then suddenly stopped in place. As the distance got closer, he finally saw that the woman had been walking in his direction. In this way, he dared not go forward.
The purple printed paper umbrella was pressed down so low that the woman's face could not be seen clearly. She was dressed in a crescent white cheongsam, and on her feet were a pair of bright red embroidered shoes.
When her eyes moved to those shoes, Gu Meng felt familiar, and after a while of recalling, she remembered that they were the pair of embroidered shoes that scared Xiaojia Biyu to scream in the courtyard last night. If not that pair, it is the same style.
"Have you lost your way, sir?" The woman was still approaching, holding an umbrella in both hands, and she walked with a very charming demeanor. She raised some umbrella edges slightly, revealing a delicate chin, with red lips and white teeth, and a mole at the corner of her mouth. Even if you can't see the whole picture, you can imagine that she is a beauty.
Gu Meng retreated unconsciously, cold sweat dripping down her back. There is no one in this town who does not wear a mask.
At this moment, the woman let go of one hand, and a string of bells hung down, hanging on the handle of the umbrella. She said, "Where do you want to go? Let's see if I can."
Gu Meng shook her head slowly, took her eyes off the bell with difficulty, turned around and left: "Suddenly remembered that my friends were waiting for me on another street, sorry to bother you."
The bell rang "jingle, jingle, jingle", and it sounded like he was sticking behind him and chasing after him. Gu Meng's complexion was extremely ugly, her back was stiff, and she almost wanted to run first to show her respect.
"Sir, meeting is fate." The woman's voice was unhurried, as ethereal as fog, "Since I can't help you, why don't you do me a favor?"
Gu Meng unconsciously quickened her pace, and she didn't turn back when she was killed. She was so nervous that she was a little out of breath: "No, I'm not a warm-hearted citizen, you should find someone else."
"..."
The person behind him didn't care whether he was an enthusiastic citizen or not, and stretched out a rotten white hand to press on his shoulder.
Gu Meng opened her eyes wide, fixed in place, and sprayed a gloomy cold air behind her ears. The person behind said in a voice that couldn't be lowered: "Sir, have you seen my red wedding dress?"
Gu Meng didn't bring it up in one breath, her heart almost jumped out of fright, and she ran away after recovering. But before he could take a step, a hand grabbed the back collar. The man was so powerful that he dragged him back abruptly.
Gu Meng was in a bad mood and was about to struggle when someone behind him turned him around.
"Where are you going, sir?"
Hearing the soft male voice, Gu Meng was startled, and then realized that the person in front of her was no longer the crescent-white woman. The snow-blue fabric in front of my eyes is covered with colorful flowers, it is not Enjin who is it.
Gu Meng's expression relaxed, and her whole body was almost limp. He hugged Enjin forward, buried his face in his arms and rolled around to calm down. Weakly said: "I'm fucking scared to death..."
"Oh? Really?" Enjin chuckled and put her arms around his waist, "Has the gentleman seen my red wedding dress?"
Gu Meng's heart stopped beating suddenly, and at the same time, she felt the arms around her waist suddenly tightened, binding him tightly like vines.
Gu Meng used all her strength to push away the person in front of her, and the tall figure of "Enjin" floated back like a piece of paper, and the milk-like mist squeezed over in an instant, engulfing that figure.
Gu Meng seized the opportunity and ran wildly, and the death-like bell rang again behind her, followed by a woman's babbling singing.
"It turns out that the flowers are blooming all over the world, but everything seems to be ruined..."
Gu Meng's heart was beating like thunder, she didn't have time to think about anything, she just ran forward desperately. No matter where you run, the singing and bells will follow you. For a while it was behind, for a while it was on the left side, and for a while it seemed to be in front again. There were women singing and singing in all directions, crying and laughing.
"Damn it..." Gu Meng was out of breath, and she didn't forget to complain while running, "Do you think you have 3D surround sound?"
"..." The song paused for a second, and then sang again as if it was connected online.
When he ran to the fork that he passed just now, Gu Meng was blocked by the white mist and bumped into a person head-on without defense.
The man quickly grabbed him with his eyes and hands, and was knocked back two steps, but he didn't fall anyway.
"Mr. Gu?" said in a soft voice, "Where did you go just now?"
Gu Meng looked up and saw that it was "Enjin". She was scared before, but this time she became angry. Do the same trick twice, treating him like a monkey. Every time this woman pretended to be his boyfriend, she would be shocked when she saw it.
Without saying a word, he punched her up, panting: "I never hit women, today I will make an exception for you!"
En Jin was thrown over the head by Gu Meng, and she kept her posture unchanged for a long time.
Gu Meng shook her hands and was about to run in another direction when an exclamation came from the side: "Brother! What are you doing!"
Gu Meng was stunned for half a second, then turned her head to look. Peter Pan came out of the fog from far to near, followed by Bo Ye and Tang Zhi.
"..." Gu Meng calmed down instantly, and looked at Enjin in front of her again. He lowered his head and raised his hand to rub some red and swollen cheeks.
"That..." Gu Meng licked her lower lip, a little at a loss, "Enjin..."
Gu Meng stepped forward, but En Jin took a step back, raised her thin eyelids and glanced at him lightly, her voice became soft: "Who are you talking about as a woman?"
"...No, it's a bit of a misunderstanding..." Gu Meng couldn't argue, the process was a bit tortuous, and she didn't know how to explain it.
The mist gradually dissipated, Enjin stood under the eaves and pointed at Gu Meng, raised her chin and sneered, "Come here."
Gu Meng knew she was in the wrong, and obediently walked over with her head down, but just as she approached, she was pulled by her wrist and was pushed against the wall in a blink of an eye.
"This..." Peter Pan asked Bo Ye beside him uncertainly, "I'm cute, I won't be beaten, right?"
Bo Ye could see it clearly, and said lazily: "Fuck Enjin, it's too late for him, why are you willing to beat him?"
"..."
If the words are rough and the rationale is not rough, Peter Pan won't worry all at once.
Enjin slammed Gu Meng against the wall with one hand, lowered her back and looked directly at him, with a smile on her lips, but her eyes were serious: "Do you think I'm not manly enough? Huh?"
Gu Meng swallowed her saliva, leaned against the wall and shook her head, her face full of defense. Not much better than when he saw hell.
Enjin flipped the cheongsam open and flung it aside, revealing two smooth and slender legs, and at the same time raised her right knee and put it between Gu Meng's legs.
Bo Ye narrowed his eyes, and asked instinctively, "Has Enjin shaved her legs?"
Tang Zhi glanced at him: "...that's not the point."
On the other side, Gu Meng's heart was about to jump out, and the slightly cross-legged posture made him a little embarrassed. With a blushing face, he hummed: "I didn't..."
Someone's queen temperament is in full swing. I saw Enjin slightly nodding her head and brushing her temples and hair, the corners of her lips twitched slightly, and she whispered into Gu Meng's ear word by word: "Remember, even if your boyfriend wears a cheongsam, he can still... .Aw.Call."
Gu Meng: "..."
Who can bear this
Not far away, Peter Pan tilted his ears, wondering: "What are they talking about?"
As soon as the words fell, the three people watching silently saw a tall man in a cheongsam carrying Gu Meng on his shoulders and walking towards the nearby shop.
The three of them took a closer look, and saw the word "Inn" written on the signboard of the shop.
"What are they going to do?" Tang Zhi blinked.
"Open the room." Bo Ye said.
"Why are you three still standing there in a daze!" Gu Meng grabbed the door frame relentlessly, her expression looked like she was about to cry, and she shouted to the three people not far away, "Help me!!!"
But Bo Ye covered Peter Pan's eyes, and said in a low voice, "The next part is not suitable for children, let's go."
Then Gu Meng watched Bo Ye turn around and leave with Tang Zhi and Peter Pan.
In an instant, I realized what it means to betray relatives and relatives, the world is so cold, and the sky is about to collapse.
The author has something to say:
Thanks to Jing Keke for the two mines~
I'm sorry, I was sleeping yesterday, so I didn't update it.