The first time a decision was made, it was not implemented immediately. Sur lingered at the door for a while, the ghost bone flower can blind the perception of the ghost, but not necessarily blind the host.
According to the brochure, the moderator has the ability to monitor, which means that little tricks among the players can't be hidden from them.
"No..." Sur murmured and shook his head: "This is a fallacy."
Electric shocks are also considered props, which can have an effect on the host, but the effect is completely opposite to that applied to ghosts.
Thinking of Suer's squinting, I'm afraid even Ji Heng doesn't know if this thing is useful to the host. After all, the enemy the player is facing is a ghost, and the host just needs to be careful.
"Try it."
There is no better place right now. He can't go to the ancestral hall by himself and force Wen Buyu and Ji Heng out. He has neither the idea nor the ability.
Sur slowly climbed the wall and entered the yard, followed by the skeletons behind him.
Mr. Shuhai was leaning against the head of the bed, flipping through the book in his hand. Hearing the movement in the yard, he frowned.
Sur deliberately made some noises and intentionally led the other party out to check, but it didn't work. On second thought, when Ge Xuyan was killed on the first day, the host must have heard the movement, but chose to ignore it.
With a sigh of relief, he simply pushed the door and entered.
After the thing was done, it was inevitable that he was a little cowardly the moment he entered, and his hand did not leave the electric shock device for a while, as if he was seeking a kind of psychological comfort.
Mr. Shuhai raised his eyes and looked past Sur to the skeleton behind him.
Sur can't help but secretly rejoice, it works!
This joy didn't last long, and he found that the ghost flower in his pocket was blooming faster than before. Taking advantage of Mr. Shuhai's attention being attracted by the skeleton at the door, he quickly turned to the end of the bed and climbed up slowly.
Mr. Shuhai seemed to feel something, and there was a sign of turning around, and Suer immediately stiffened. No matter how careful he is, he will inevitably leave a little dent in the bed due to the weight. Fortunately, the accommodation environment provided by Yutang is not good, there is only a thin layer of mattress, which is not too obvious.
Sur took a deep breath and moved on a bit.
Before Mr. Shuhai could study it carefully, his expression suddenly changed slightly. Dense maggots were crawling towards the bed, and some even tended to burrow into his shoes.
"Damn shit!"
Behind him, Sur showed a faint smile. From the way he dresses on weekdays, it can be seen that Mr. Shuhai likes to be neat and read, and even his clothes are rarely wrinkled. Now, when he sees these maggots, how can he calm down.
The sizzling sound came, and the maggot's body seemed to be on fire, and it all exploded with a crackle.
"Hand over the person." Not caring about the dead maggots, the skeleton moved, and it made a sound. Its voice was extremely hoarse, like something was mixed up.
Sur raised his eyebrows, the voice seemed familiar, and it was the same as hearing it in the grave during the day.
Zhou Linjun.
He still remembered the name on the tombstone, linked to the words left at the end, whoever kept the red paper was the chief guard. It could be seen that there were so many tombs, and this ghost dominated.
"Ghost King, you and I don't make water from a well..."
"Hand over the man," the skeleton repeated.
They stared at each other and refused to back down. Anticipating that the skeleton would not rush in for no reason, Mr. Shuhai frowned and said first, "You exit three feet."
When the skeleton came out of the threshold, Mr. Shuhai took the book and swept it lightly, and the furniture in the room instantly turned into powder and scattered on the ground, without even the process of being torn apart. Sur was surprised to see that the host's power was far beyond his imagination, and how precisely this force was controlled, there were still a few small flowers drilled out of the walls and corners.
"If there is a living creature, even if you cover your body, you will not be able to resist." Mr. Shuhai's eyes are like a knife, but his tone is usually unkind: "Ghost King, are you here on purpose?"
Sur is not a narcissistic person, and at this time, he can't help but sigh about his wiseness and martial arts... Sure enough, the bed is the safest.
Otherwise, I am afraid that there is not even a whole corpse now.
Skeleton also seemed surprised by this result.
Mr. Shuhai said coldly: "Don't be fooled by someone else's trick and don't know it."
With such a close distance, every word of Mr. Shuhai was clearly transmitted to Sur's ears. The happiness of the rest of his life passed quickly, and Sur realized for the first time that the identity of the host is not the master of everything in his imagination. Not only are they subject to the rules, but they also have to deal with some high-level ghosts.
He couldn't help but secretly hated that he had too little experience. If Ji Heng was here tonight, there must be a way to try out more useful information.
Because it is only half body, the moment when the skeleton turns around is not smooth, and the voice is even more hoarse: "His life, mine."
The clanging sound scattered little by little in the yard and drifted away with the wind, and the skeleton had long since disappeared.
Sur stared at its back and frowned. Before Zhu Yun disappeared, his dream was to study medicine. If there was a chance in the future, he wanted to capture the skeleton for Zhu Yun to study. He didn't even have a vocal cord. How did he speak
The thought flashed by, and Sur slowly lowered his eyes... Shi Cai Skeleton said that he was the only one who could kill him.
Is this the beginning of love
I couldn't help squinting at Mr. Shuhai, why don't I kick this one and go for another hookup? The ability to be called a ghost king by the host should not be too bad.
While he was having fun in his misery, Mr. Shuhai was already lying on the bed again. Sur held his breath, clinging to the wall. The ghost flower has already bloomed for most of it, let alone staying up until dawn, it will be difficult to persist for another hour.
Sur tried to move a little, without the interference of the skeleton, almost at the same time, Mr. Shuhai frowned slightly, and he didn't dare to act rashly.
In the next ten minutes, Sur almost degenerated into a snail, and he was careful about his size. After finally getting out of bed, just as he was about to leave, Yu Guang suddenly caught sight of the maggot's body beside the bed.
According to the original idea, the skeletons were found because of maggots, but these worms are just some underground things, unlike those with IQ, can they really be so magical
Sur bit his lip and his eyes flickered. After a while, he took out the red paper he got in the day from his pocket. After making the mark, he only left three in his hand, and the rest were quietly stuffed into the crevice of the bed.
Until he was evacuated from the yard, he didn't dare to rashly put away the ghost bone flower.
outside the hospital.
Ghosts don't have shadows, but skeletons do.
The moonlight pulled out a long section of the broken bones, and Sur's eyelids twitched fiercely. The other party was sticking to the wall opposite the yard at this time, obviously he did not fully believe what Mr. Shuhai said.
The moment Sur appeared, the skeleton seemed to be aware of it and moved forward a little, but it didn't take long to retreat back, still obsessively guarding outside the yard.
It was impossible to go to the ancestral hall, and Su Er weighed it again and again, and hurried away in the direction of Li Zhai.
After making sure to walk a long enough distance, Sur hurriedly put the ghost bone flower into the box, and the speed of the flower blooming slowed down. Closing the lid, Sur thought that this box was probably a treasure too.
Without something to cover, he could only cautiously find obstacles to cover his body and move forward, and the speed gradually slowed down a lot.
Climbing over the wall and entering the Li family's house, I found a place where the helpers lived, and a complaint came in the wind—
"What's the luck today?" The five senses of the person who spoke were very strong, and when he heard the movement by the wall, he turned back instantly, his eyes met, and Trillion was a little surprised: "Suer?"
Even more surprised than him was Wen Buyu on the other side: "Why did you come here?"
Sur: "Hide the ghost and find help."
"… "
Sur guessed that Wen Buyu was most likely here to seek blessings, and frowned: "Where's your red paper?"
Wen Buyu was a little wary.
This is a normal person's reaction, and Sur didn't care: "Find a way to spread it out, this thing can attract ghosts."
Wen Buyu was stunned for a moment, and then his face turned pale, and Yuan Yi cursed 'fuck'.
A person who looks quite gentle and elegant on weekdays, there are times when he swears swearing regardless of his image.
"No wonder..." Trillion glanced at her without saying a word. Since she came, even with props, she can still be found by ghosts.
"It's a pity to throw it away." Shen Jiangbei, who had been silent all the time, suddenly said, "Take some of them alone, and then act separately."
Sur also thought the same, so he used the word 'scattered', but he paid more attention to Wen Buyu: "Didn't you go to the ancestral hall?"
It's okay not to mention it, it's unavoidable to be aggrieved. Wen Buyu: "Ji Heng kicked out."
Of course, she had nothing to say. After all, Ji Heng was already there when she arrived.
Sur: "I'll go and tell him about Red Paper."
Hearing that, Trillion looked at him with admiration, not to mention how Suer handled things, at least he was qualified.
Su Er nodded slightly at him, looked at Shen Jiangbei again, and said, "So who among you would like to go with me?"
"… "
Sur: "I don't have a critical point, I can't kill the ghost."
Trillion is a person whose interests come first: "What's the benefit of us helping you?"
Sur: "Ji Heng has the most red paper in his hands."
The more red paper that remains today, the better it is for them.
The empty-gloved white wolf had to admit that what he said was reasonable. Trillion sighed and said to Shen Jiangbei: "I'll go with you."
As soon as he came out of Li's house, Trillion's whole person's temperament suddenly changed, and he watched the surroundings vigilantly, daring not to slack off in the slightest.
Sur: "Take a detour, there is a big trouble at the gate of the yard where I lived before."
Trillion took a deep look at him, but didn't ask much, because they were lucky, they didn't meet a ghost on the road. Even in the middle of the night, there were many towering trees outside the ancestral hall.
Trillion cautiously moved forward in the darkness, the door of the ancestral hall was open, and the moment he entered, he felt a chilling killing intent. This killing intent dissipated a lot when Ji Heng saw Su Er.
Ji Heng leaned on the pillar and looked over: "So long?"
Sur smiled bitterly: "I was stared at by a skeleton, and I am still a ghost king."
"Impossible." Before Ji Heng could speak, Trillion subconsciously said, "You can't possibly still be alive when you meet the ghost king."
Sur: "Go to the temporary shelter."
I finished talking about my experience in a few words, but when talking about the conversation between Mr. Shuhai and the skull, he repeated it word by word: "What is the relationship between the host and the ghost?"
After asking for a few seconds, there was no response.
Sur raised his eyes and found that Trillion looked at him with a shocking expression that was indescribable.
What is this expression
Sur looked at Ji Heng again, and seeing that he was also thinking deeply, he asked, "What's the matter?"
"It's nothing," Ji Heng returned to his usual state after a brief silence, and said lightly, "It's just that the story is a bit bizarre, and I don't know who to pity for."
The author has something to say: Ji Heng: I have pity on myself who has been waiting for most of the night, pity on the ghost king who is still standing outside the courtyard, and pity on Mr. Shuhai who was crawled into bed without knowing it. Anyway, I don’t have pity on Sur.
Sur:…
PS: Let’s answer the questions in a unified way. Sur knows that this is a horror novel, but he thinks that the essence and core are large-scale; the question about the time difference will be written later, but anyone who wants to do something big in the time difference will be killed by the game in the end. It's like Sull had an idea of cheating, which led to a series of butterfly effects, but it didn't work out in the end.