Shaking in the cemetery at night, a little bit of wind and grass can be creepy.
The guards of the cemetery slept soundly in the house, and several feral cats were roaring outside and couldn't hear them.
This piece is not a basin, but a steep slope, the highest point can reach more than ten meters. The road is not easy to walk, and weeds grow unrestrainedly in the gaps between the piled stones. Every step Sur takes, he has to avoid stepping on the grave soil, which is a considerable delay.
When you get to the high ground, the field of vision will be much wider.
There was an unremarkable bungalow in the distance, and Sur guessed that it was Xu He's secret base.
Xu He and Wang Sansi have one thing in common, they are suspicious. Although it is not clear what happened in the middle, the things sealed in the incense burner changed places, but assuming they knew about it or even the initiator, then they would definitely transplant the Poison King to the nearest place.
The mission of the anti-drug dog during his lifetime is to detect drugs, and after his death, he may unconsciously approach the location of the drug king.
Just as Suer was thinking about where to investigate, the surrounding trees suddenly began to shake unnaturally. Before his brain could analyze what happened, his body reacted first, dodging behind a large stone tablet.
The game shields the charm value skills, so that players cannot judge people and ghosts. This limitation seems to go both ways, and the ghost's magnetic field to people is not as sharp as in other copies.
The stamp ghost wandered among the tombs and did not discover the existence of Sur for the first time.
It stood still in one place and released the yin qi on its body. Some sleeping ghosts sucked it unconsciously, and the feeding was suddenly interrupted just a little while ago.
After the stamp ghosts were counted, they were slightly disappointed. Among the five ghosts who woke up, three of them were estimated to be 100 years old before they died.
The only benefit is that they are slow thinking and easy to control.
Stamp Ghost: "Listen to my instructions later, two young people will come here in a while, one is called Su Er, with white T trousers, and the other is called Ji Heng, who is sloppy."
Hearing the words 'shabby', Sur, who was hiding in the dark, almost laughed sullenly.
When Ji Heng entered the dungeon, he had changed his hairstyle because of the settings, and he didn't get close to the rich woman like him. So far, he was still wearing that tattered long gown.
Stamp Ghost: "Now you start preparing, when they come..."
Behind the stele, Sur breathed tightly, and hurriedly pricked up his ears without letting go of a word, thinking that he had inadvertently broken through a huge conspiracy against himself and Ji Heng.
"Sprinkle small petals, give gifts, and create the illusion of a good relationship from God."
"… "
Sur couldn't help but straighten his stiff spine, and after thinking it over carefully, he was sure he heard it right. The complexion suddenly changed... Could it be that the Stamp Ghost lost his mind after regaining his memory
The stamp ghost is still there to make the point, indicating that it is to lure.
The more and more Sur listened, the more surprised he became. The slightly heavier breathing was instantly captured. In the blink of an eye, the stamp ghost appeared behind the stele where Sur was hiding, looking down at him with his head upside down: "Are you eavesdropping?"
Looking at each other, Sur was not afraid, and the rules for killing ghosts must also be followed.
"I'm here to find a stamp." Sur preemptively said, "Why did you try to get me and Ji Heng together from the beginning?"
The stamp ghost brewed for a while, ready to make up a story.
I am too familiar with the change of demeanor before the nonsense, like looking in the mirror, unable to find out the truth. Sur simply interrupted: "Why don't you cooperate? I don't know the reason for you to do this, but you can cooperate. Correspondingly, you tell me. Where is there a stamp with a dog on it."
The Stamp Ghost is thoughtful and thinks that superficial skills can be done. The new boss doesn't seem to have a good temper. If he messes up things, I'm afraid it will be cold.
"Being able to find this place shows that you have the right idea."
Even the host can't figure it out, let alone a ghost.
The stamp ghost said very implicitly: "Just don't forget that everything is relative."
Sur is a click away: "You mean you can think backwards and try to lead it to find me."
"Bah, I didn't say it!" The stamp ghost stepped back again and again, and almost didn't accuse the ghost clearly.
Sur is not someone who crosses rivers and demolishes bridges, and immediately added: "This is the crystallization of my personal wisdom."
The stamp ghost breathed a sigh of relief and deliberately aimed in a direction.
Seeing that it could convey the answer with his eyes, Sur thoughtful, and suddenly realized that the stamp ghost is a prerequisite for the copy to maintain fairness. It can bring key information to the players on the right side, otherwise the benefits will be taken by the drug dealers, and the other side will have a chance to turn over.
When he walked to the place hinted by the stamp ghost, Sur didn't feel anything, and his heart slashed in the palm of his hand. The blood dripped on the ground. Whether it was smell or spreading speed, it was like rust, and it quickly drifted with the night wind. Around.
The voice of the beast pierced the eardrum.
The roar was so shrill that Sur couldn't tell what decibel range it belonged to, and his head was buzzing.
A black group perfectly blended into the night and swooped in, with a tendency to bite off the bloody palm in one bite. Sur hid fast enough, and in a few seconds, his fingers seemed to touch something quite sharp, and the tingling sensation reminded him of more broken skin.
Disregarding the wound, Sur hurriedly retracted his hand into his sleeve and put his back behind him, suppressing the blood smell from spreading.
The moon appeared from behind the dark clouds, and he finally saw the black mass a few meters away.
A giant dog was staring fiercely at him.
The fried hair here is definitely not cute at all. Every hair of the black dog is standing up and is as hard as a steel needle.
Across the distance, Sur clearly felt the black dog's disgust for him, and couldn't help wondering... Even if the drug dog turned into an evil spirit, his instinct might be to kill, but there shouldn't be that kind of hostility in his eyes.
Yu Guang was paying attention to whether there were any big trees around him that he could climb, and suddenly thought of something, he tore off the sleeves that had been half-stained with incense ash before, and threw them out wrapped in stones.
Almost at the same time, the black dog swooped towards the stone.
Sure enough... Sur breathed a sigh of relief, the source was those scents.
Even if he had been dead for a long time, the smuggling dog would subconsciously bite and reject the smell.
After solving the hidden danger, he firmly grasped the two red papers previously given by Ji Heng, and the black dog had scruples and did not dare to act rashly.
Sur didn't dare to look away, and kept looking at the dog to prevent it from taking the opportunity to attack. Secretly, he carefully took out a clay figurine from the pocket of his coat, and asked, "Can you speak dog language?"
Of course, the clay figurine doesn't have this skill, because too little yin is injected into it, it can't even be a villain like Sur's first, and speak human words.
Sur stared at the stamp ghost from the corner of his eye.
Stamp Ghost: "If you die, you will know if it will happen."
Sur then gave up communication.
The black dog suddenly turned around and roared a few times in the other direction. Sur thought it was Xu He, but was about to dodge, when the stamp ghost suddenly said, "Don't forget the good things you promised."
Perfunctory words are about to be spoken.
The stamp ghost suddenly took out the one-time props. After being caught, ten boxes of betrothal gifts can be saved, and a few props that can only be used in a single copy can still be afforded.
Adhering to the principle of not letting go of any wool that can be smashed, Sur did not refuse.
It happened that the visitor finally approached, and the familiar figure gradually enlarged in his pupils. After seeing that it was Ji Heng, Su Er greeted him with a shy smile: "You are here."
Ji Heng stared at him for a few seconds, and put a talisman on Sur's forehead with his backhand.
"… "
As soon as the talisman came into contact with the skin, as its owner let go, it immediately fell lightly downward.
Ji Heng frowned, caught the talisman and put it away again, looking at Sur scrutiny: "Not possessed?"
Sur kept smiling.
Ji Heng could see the indifference behind the smile, glanced at the stamp ghost on the sidelines, contacted him to make up stories over and over again, tried to conclude the fate between himself and Su Er, and vaguely guessed some inside stories.
"It's been hard work." Ji Heng gently smoothed his hair that had been blown up by the wind. With a gentle smile, he turned around and walked towards the black dog, apparently preparing to control the dog spirit.
Sur took the opportunity to walk to the stamp ghost: "The love show is over, give me the benefit."
The stamp ghost keeps the promise to hand over the one-time props.
Sur put it in his pocket and said by the way, "You should be able to tell that he is acting."
It doesn't make sense to do so.
Stamps babble: "Smart people are good at acting."
The process of each performance is a psychological suggestion, and the highest state of acting is actually self-deception.
As a player, Sur would only stare at the immediate benefits, and was too lazy to analyze a ghost's psychology. There wasn't much movement on Ji Heng's side. As soon as Sur turned around, he saw him squatting in front of the black dog. The black dog grinned, but he didn't pounce.
Sur raised his eyebrows, is it the essence of all things to bully the soft and fear the hard
Stamp Ghost: "Don't be lazy, I'll do random checks from time to time."
"it is good."
The stamp ghost disappeared.
The black dog reluctantly followed Ji Heng with his ferocity suppressed, and ran towards the place with the most unpleasant smell as he instructed.
In the middle of the journey, Ji Heng asked casually, "What is that ghost planning?"
"I don't know, there is some misunderstanding." Sur said lightly: "The rose gentleman is its new boss, and it is impossible to give such a ridiculous order."
Ji Heng also didn't care about Stamp Ghost's calculations, and only said: "The opportunity is rare, you look at getting more benefits."
Sur nodded.
The black dog is very disgusted with the smell of human beings, which is unavoidable as a soul, but it is even more disgusted with poppies. The conditioned reflex formed by the training in the past makes the black dog also unconsciously search for that smell after death.
Ji Heng touched its head, the black dog shivered, the hard fur left a few bloodstains on the palm, Ji Heng didn't care, just waited for the black dog to stop, and gave a warning: "In case any outsider comes, You have to hide as soon as possible."
The black dog growled impatiently.
Sur: "Can it understand human speech?"
Ji Heng: "It can feel threatened."
"… "
The unease and irritability of the black dog was not entirely due to Ji Heng, Su Er looked around and saw a familiar surname: Xu.
He is very sensitive to this word now, even in the thin moonlight, he can see it at a glance.
"Xu Chengguang."
After calculating the date of birth and death, it may be Xu He's father, especially if the time of death can match.
Sur bent down and found that the soil was loose, as if it was frequently turned.
Digging a pit is a talent. Whether it is digging for others or real digging, Sur is very good at it, and immediately prepares to plan it with his bare hands.
"Wound."
Ji Heng reminded him, remembering the injury on his hand, and Su Er stood up angrily.
Ji Heng's analysis: "Although the cemetery guards don't care about anything, they often make too much noise when digging graves."
Sur was stunned: "Is there a mechanism?"
He took a step forward and pressed the stone tablet with his hand. It was really just a test. I never thought that the ground shook, the top layer of loess shook off, and a ravine split open in the middle of the tomb, revealing the inner coffin.
Several moths flew out suddenly.
Sur: "...The last time I saw this bridge was Liang Shanbo and Zhu Yingtai."
Ji Heng lowered his eyes: "Xu He is really not particular about it."
The old man's graveyard is directly used to hide things, even if the player may not have much affection for the nominal parents in the copy, but generally avoid doing taboo things.
What's more, after the coffin was opened, the old man was left with only a white skeleton, with a huge flower rooted on it. The elderly have a certain degree of fractures in the neck and chest, and the cause of death may be man-made.
"Poison King?"
While talking, Sur saw the black dog spinning around uneasy, and knew that this dog alone couldn't deal with it.
Ji Heng didn't know if it was an art master who was daring, and actually pulled down a petal directly.
The flowers had no intention of attacking at all, and were allowed to be dragged down one by one.
In the end, Ji Heng stopped trying to destroy flowers: "It's a little troublesome."
Sur saw the anomaly but didn't know the reason.
Ji Heng explained: "It has a heart, but the heart grows last."
After making up for the picture, Sur frowned: "The attack he received before..."
"Even if it is smashed into slag, it can be restored."
Originally wanted to ask what the heart would do when it was half-grown, but when Ji Heng bowed his head in thought, Su Er knew that this method was useless. Changed to a more realistic question: "Why didn't Xu He send someone to guard him?"
Ji Heng: "This type of monster often grows up at its peak, and getting close is equivalent to dying, but then its power will gradually decline, and it will fall into a deep sleep again."
"So the best time to take action is to wait for it to enter a recession?"
Ji Heng nodded: "Time is limited."
Seven days and seven nights is the limit of the time to complete the task in all dungeons. Before that, no matter what the strength of the Poison King is, we must find a way to eradicate it.
The petals that were torn off a few minutes ago grew back, and the Poison King was only a little bit away from fully blooming.
Ji Heng: "Leave here first."
Just as Su Er took a few steps, he suddenly grabbed Ji Heng and whispered, "Can this flower understand human speech?"
When I asked casually, I heard an unexpected answer.
"Can."
Ji Heng: "It's very common for monsters to take human form, just like the white fox you met in Tianji City before."
Hearing that, Sur suddenly took a step back, glanced at the flowers growing on the bones and began to comment: "The Poison King really lives up to its reputation. If I haven't seen the rose, I must call it the most beautiful in the world."
After a long while, he said slowly: "The rose is beautiful, and the shape can be used to seduce people, but the Poison King can only create hallucinations by smell. What does this mean?"
Ji Heng was amused and asked, "What does it mean?"
Sur: "It's not confident about its looks."
After he finished speaking, he didn't give the Poison King a chance to express his position. He pressed the button again, and ran away after scolding me.
The black dog was forced to follow not far or near, and tried to escape several times, but ended in failure.
Ji Heng: "In half a day at the latest, the Poison King will fully grow up."
Sur: "The Governing Council must be hunting us all over town right now."
Ji Heng suddenly stopped and looked at the black dog: "It's too conspicuous."
After thinking about it, I took out a stamp and dangled in front of it.
Of course, black dogs can also be turned into stamps, but they still want to fight back. After all, under coercion, he was reluctant to temporarily become a frivolous postage stamp.
There is no need to guard against the black dog who will run away or counterattack at any time, it is much more convenient to act.
"The distance between one and the other is too far." Stamp ghosts do not know when they will appear, and they earnestly fulfill their duty of random inspection.
Sur cooperated and walked side by side with Ji Heng.
Ji Heng suddenly asked, "Where is the host?"
The stamp ghost pointed in one direction generously.
He wished that these two would go to the trouble of the new boss and be killed.
Ji Heng walked towards his finger and said as he walked, "That flower remembered our scent, and it will definitely come after it as soon as it takes shape."
Sur expressed understanding, who asked them to discuss how to kill each other under the eyes of the poison king.
Ji Heng: "As long as possible."
The longer the consumption, the better.
The strength of the Poison King will go downhill from the peak every minute and every second.
In a dark alley, Su Er and Ji Heng successfully met the host.
The rose gentleman smiled and looked at the hillside in the distance: "Something is going down the mountain."
Sul's expression tightened.
This dark alley is very humid and often used as a waste disposal site, and the smell is unpleasant.
Ji Heng: "Find a place to hide."
He actually found a hiding place in front of the host.
Not long after, a coquettish woman appeared in the alley, who was the Poison King after her transformation.
She was clouded by the stench of garbage.
The rose gentleman stretched out his hand and opened his mouth to point out the hiding place of the two. The woman opposite suddenly noticed the rose flower in his ear, thinking of the two bastards who made a big deal last night.
What kind of rose is absolutely beautiful, something without taste!
"It's so ugly." The woman looked disgusted and looked at the slightly dim roses in the daytime with contempt.
"… "
The curvature of the corner of the rose gentleman's mouth was gradually retracted, and the breath all over his body was cold and dangerous: "What did you say?"
The little clay figurine sitting on his shoulders was not too fluent in his speech, so he answered every word thoughtfully: "She, said, you... Ugly."
The last word was pronounced very heavily.
The author has something to say:
small theater:
When the loyal servant of the tomb is presiding over:
Sur: I miss the gentleman rose a little bit, anyway, he won't lie.
When the gentleman of the rose is hosting:
Sur: I want to keep the tomb loyal servant a little bit, at least he will take the initiative to provide information.