The two small teams crossed the threshold and entered the old house, consciously separated from left and right, with a clear distinction.
This is the front yard of the old house. It is huge, and you can't see the edge at a glance. There are many trees in the yard, some withered, some fallen, and some struggling to get the last touch of green. Occasionally, dark shadows scurried from the corners, making people creepy.
The night was terrifyingly cold and silent, and the entire old house was like an empty coffin in the wilderness, waiting for those who lost their way.
Xu Wang looked at Wu Sheng, Wu Sheng turned his head slightly to the left, Xu Wang nodded clearly, then looked at the camouflage captain, glanced to the left, the meaning was clear - let's go this way.
The camouflage captain is as good as he is, and his chin is raised to the right - then we'll go this way.
This level is similar to the old castle hotel, and the tasks of each team do not necessarily overlap. The Castle Hotel has several quest lines to choose from, such as love, horror, and puzzle solving. This level depends on who is the first ghost NPC to contact with each team. Different ghosts will bring completely different tasks to the team. .
At the same time, "being seen through identity" is the dead end of this hurdle, and it is too close to the competing team. If a team is seen through, then the team who is seen through is broken, and it will inevitably drag the nearest team to the back.
Based on the above situations, separating as soon as possible without interfering with each other has become the common appeal of the two teams.
One team went to the left, the other went to the right. They walked forward for a while, and then turned back, they could no longer see each other's backs.
The night wind blew through the old house in the deep house, and it really felt like a flash of time, and things were right and wrong...
Before Xu Wang could finish his emotion, he let the arresting vine knock his head, raised his head, and met Wu Sheng's helpless face.
"Everyone has gone far, don't be reluctant."
"..." Was he vigilant and guarded
Just after Wu Sheng glanced at him, he turned his head and saw Qian Ai's head.
Xu Wang had a sudden cardiac arrest.
After a few seconds, he exhaled sharply and recovered.
"No, old money," Xu Wang pushed his teammate's head away, "Your style is too lethal, stay away from me..."
Qian Ai was wronged and was about to say a few words for himself when someone suddenly spat out not far away.
"spit!"
This sound was not big, but it was clear, and after the spit, it began to mumble very softly, and I couldn't hear what was said. In the old house, it was particularly infiltrating.
The four companions felt nervous and did not dare to act rashly. They slowly turned their heads along the sound, and saw a middle-aged man in ragged clothes sitting on the side door threshold of the inner house, counting money. He was small and slender, with his back hunched over, his only eyes staring at the banknotes in his hand were completely naked.
It's better to hit the NPC instead of choosing the NPC. The four partners look at each other, um, that's it.
"Are you ready?" Xu Wang confirmed in a low voice for the last time, "I'm ready to go."
Wu Sheng gently raised the arm wrapped around the catching vine, and said lightly, "No problem."
Qian Ai shook his head up and down, left and right: "I'm very confident."
Kuang Jinxin patted the disobedient hand above his head: "Come on, captain."
Xu Wang nodded and took the first step forward: "Go."
[The Infernal Affairs of the Haunted House, the first test - the first appearance of identity verification!]
The four walked forward slowly, and soon, they came to the money-counting ghost, shoulder-to-shoulder, and a wall of black images shrouded them.
However, the middle-aged man counted too seriously and didn't realize it.
"..." The four partners waited patiently.
After finally counting the last bill, the money-counting ghost put it into his pocket contentedly, and got up excitedly, looking like he was going to go back to the inner house, but when he stood up, he finally found that there were four more figures in front of him... uh, three bodies and one head.
"Who are you?" The middle-aged man who originally looked at him suddenly turned from solid to half-empty, and the expression on his face became vigilant. The corners of his mouth cracked an inch to both ends, revealing the yellow and pointed teeth inside.
The four of them only felt a gust of wind blowing behind them, cold to the bone.
But on the face, no one showed a trace of guilt.
"We are lonely ghosts who have nowhere to go," Xu Wang said calmly, with endless sincerity, sincerity, and compassion, "I want to settle down here."
"Bum," the money-counting ghost waved his hand impatiently, "this place is already full of ghosts, and there is no place for you."
Wu Sheng frowned, and the catching vines on his body immediately followed the ground and quietly wrapped around the money-counting ghost's feet, wanting to show off their power to show that they are not ordinary little ghosts and have a foothold. Unexpectedly, before the force was exerted, the catching vine passed through the ghost's ankle!
The man-catching vine can't touch this money-counting ghost at all!
Wu Sheng pursed his lips. When they retired from 8/23, they mainly collected information in this level and never used stationery. Could it be that the stationery is ineffective against the ghosts in this level
"Snapped-"
The severed hand above Jin Xin's head flew over at some point, and slapped off the hand of the money-counter who was waving unceremoniously.
"Be polite to our big brother!" Kuang Jinxin said fiercely.
The money-counter covered his hurt hand: "..."
Xu Wang, Wu Sheng, Qian Ai: "..."
The milk is fierce and the milk is fierce, it really makes people not know how to react.
However, Kuang Jinxin's prestige made Wu Sheng's doubts go away. It's not that stationery can't be used, but ordinary stationery is useless to ghosts. Only supernatural stationery with similar attributes can encounter ghosts.
Here Wu Sheng has turned a thousand times, and the money-counting ghost over there seems to have been beaten by this thug, and he has taken off some of his defenses, and then squinting at them, he is a little more serious.
"There are always people pretending to be ghosts to make trouble here," said the money-counting ghost. "The boss asked me to guard the door here, and I have to guard it."
"Come on," Qian Ai sneered at him, "If you hadn't seen us just now, you would have turned around and ran away, why would you just watch the door?"
"Do you really want to go in?" The money-counting ghost was a little bit overwhelmed by what he said, and roared angrily.
"Of course I want to, or I'll talk nonsense with you here." Maybe it was the style that gave him confidence, and now Qian Ai feels that he is an aristocrat among ghosts.
"Then honestly report you all," the money-counting ghost looked at the four of them in turn, and said solemnly, "How did they all die, what would they do, and if they were of no use, don't think about living here for nothing. ."
Qian Ai was speechless: "I've become a ghost, what else can I eat?"
"Yuanbao candles," said the money-counting ghost, "there will always be someone in the back mountain to burn..." Halfway through his words, he suddenly stared at Qian Ai suspiciously, "You don't even know this, do you?"
Qian Ai was at a loss for words. After a long time, he swallowed several saliva, and then he said playfully: "Yes, I don't know, my father doesn't love my mother, and no one gives me a candle to burn ingots, you are satisfied!"
The money-counting ghost was shouted with inexplicable shame, and in the shame, there was sympathy and intolerance: "Uh, no, I didn't mean to poke your sore spot..."
"How on earth did you die?" After talking about it here, the money-counting ghost really had the heart to talk about this "flying head" in front of him.
"Hey—" Qian Ai sighed heavily, and his eyes drifted to the little friends, indicating that I, the drama star No. 4, appeared first.
"People only become ghosts after they die, but I'm not," Qian Ai sat down on the threshold, her eyes and expression, how sad and sad, "I was a ghost when I was alive, a poor ghost."
Xu Wang, Wu Sheng, and Kuang Jinxin: "..."
Although the script was set for the people in advance, the performance of his teammates deeply impressed them.
"Who asked what the hell are you?" Money Counting Ghost was not satisfied, "I asked how you died."
"I'm so poor, how did you say I died!" Qian Ai glared at him, "I'm so poor!"
Money Counting Ghost: "..."
"I'm poor, but I still want to gamble, and I lost everything in the house," the head floating in the air looked at the money-counter with red eyes, his voice was hoarse and choked, "then I ran out of money, and I still wanted to gamble, what should I do? Bet on my hands, my legs, my body—"
"I bet you that those people are sick?" The money-counter scratched his face in an extremely troubled manner, "What's the use of your body!"
"You don't care about this, anyway, I lost, I would like to accept the bet and take my arms and legs together with this body!" The actor Qian was out of control, only one head was left, and he could definitely stand up to the actor. crown.
Money Counting Ghost: "So you died?"
Qian Ai: "There's only one head left, you won't die in exchange for you?"
"..." Money Counting Ghost always thought something was weird, but he couldn't pick out too many problems. Hesitating, he saw Kuang Jinxin and his broken hand lying on his shoulders, and subconsciously asked, "What's the matter with you? He only has one head left, why do you have an extra hand?"
Kuang Jinxin said, "My hand is his."
The money-counting ghost's small eyes widened: "What?"
"I bet with him. He had no money, so he gave me his hand. Later, when he lost, he chopped his hand to me." Kuang Jinxin opened his sincere eyes and said with a straight face.
The money-counting ghost still didn't understand: "Then you won, why did you become a ghost?"
"Since he chopped his hand to me, I became weaker and weaker, and the doctor couldn't find the cause, and then I died." Kuang Jinxin glanced at the hand on his shoulder, and then looked at the money-counting ghost, his face became solemn, and his voice was low. Going dumb, "I found out after my death that this hand has never left me, and I didn't die of illness." He approached the Counting Ghost, word for word, his eyes gloomy, "It's the death of the hand."
Money Counting Ghost: "..."
He is a ghost, why is he still scared by ghosts! ! !
At this moment, Jin Xin, how can there be the former milk fierce, now it is completely a drama, a ghost, and four golds.
Xu Wang, Wu Sheng, Qian Ai: "..."
This is in play.
"No," the money-counting ghost frowned, looked at Qian Ai's head, and then looked at Kuang Jinxin, and finally found the problem, "If you say that, you two should be enemies, why did you run together after you died?"
Qian Ai: "… "
Kuang Jinxin: "..."
This is the question, very sharp.
"Hey," Xu Wang manipulated Lingpai behind the back and patted Qian Qiangui's shoulder, "There is a feeling in this world called love and murder, you don't understand."
The money-counting ghost turned to look at him: "If you tell me, you died because of gambling, and you happened to know them both before you died, I'd really be angry."
"How can that be? If we meet again, it won't be a series." Xu Wang gave him a "reassuring" look, looked back at the human figure behind him, and then looked at the money-counting ghost, his eyes sank, "I am killed by it."
The money-counting ghost didn't understand: "Who?"
Xu Wang raised his finger and pointed to his face: "It."
The money-counting ghost stared at him for a long time: "Brother, you are referring to yourself."
"No, this isn't me," Xu Wang shook his head, shifting his fingers, pointing at the spirit behind him, "This is me, the one who is talking to you now." After speaking, he pointed his finger at Xu Wang again, "It's just an empty space. shell."
Money Counting Ghost: "But its mouth is moving..."
"Shh, don't interrupt," Xu Wang pressed his finger to his lips, blinked lightly, and then pointed to the shadow behind him, "I was born a ghost, you can call me the spirit behind me, I have only done one bad thing in my life. , just wanted a body, so I killed this man..." He pointed to himself again, "but after killing him I realized that I can manipulate this body, but this body will never belong to me," the finger pointed to the shadow again , "So I can only follow this body forever and ever, watching the sins I have committed, suffering forever..."
The head of the money-counting ghost, followed Xu Wang's fingers, looked over, looked over, looked over, looked over again, succeeded, confused.
Xu Wang sighed wearily: "You may not be able to understand the relationship between me and it..."
"Enough!" Money Counting Ghosts never want to understand!
"In a nutshell, it's dead, and you're dead too, you two can't be separated, it's over!" Counting the money ghost summed it up concisely, holding on to the last ray of soul, looked at Wu Sheng faintly, "You..."
"I died in the mountains, I'm a mountain ghost." Wu Sheng stood still, and the arresting vine slowly wrapped around him.
The money-counting ghost narrowed his eyes: "Mountain ghost?"
Wu Sheng nodded: "Mountain ghost."
The money-counting ghost frowned: "It's over? There's no life story?"
Wu Sheng said, "No more."
The money-counting ghost came up and grabbed Wu Sheng's hand: "Brother, I appreciate you!"
"Ding-"
The four-in-one beep sounds.
The money-counter didn't respond to this, as if he didn't hear it.
: [Authentication] succeeded.
The author has something to say: Brother Sheng's genre of drama is called minimalist flow ( ╯▽╰)