The oxcart rolled forward, and the sky was getting darker. The sunset reflected the golden waves on the river, and a wooden bridge gradually appeared not far away. Xie Yuanyuan asked curiously: "Huh? That's the Azuma Bridge. Bar?"
The shopkeeper heard this and quickly responded: "Yes, sir, that is Azuma Bridge..."
Halfway through his words, he realized that the voice did not belong to the young priest, nor to the man who was as handsome as a god, nor to the witch with cold eyes. Who asked this question that came out of nowhere? of
He shivered violently, and the goosebumps that suddenly appeared on his back were rubbing against the fabric of his clothes. He could only stiffen his neck and stare straight ahead, not daring to look back again.
Xie Yuanyuan didn't know the shopkeeper's inner suffering, so he sighed to himself: "What a big bridge."
Their oxcart slowly approached the Azuma Bridge. When they arrived, there were very few pedestrians on the road. The moment the old cow stepped onto the Azuma Bridge, Wen Zheliu suddenly heard a faint, extremely ethereal singing voice.
There were more than one singers, but their voices were all young and crisp, like a group of invisible children laughing and playing as they ran and sang, so the strange and repetitive nursery rhyme with a single melody also blew in the evening breeze. .
“… There are three sparrows in my backyard,
A sparrow said:
We Jinya-sama,
Like hunting, wine and women,
No matter what kind of woman he wants,
The girl in Shengwu looks pretty and drinks a lot.
Drink from liters and funnels throughout the day,
Immerse yourself in a glass of wine,
Even so, he was not satisfied and was returned,
Was returned…”
The shopkeeper's face turned pale, and he was almost scared to death. He lowered his voice in horror and said tremblingly: "Ghost children's songs, they are ghost children's songs!"
The remaining rays of the setting sun were cold and slowly faded from the color on the empty bridge. The cold white mist slowly filled the air and surged endlessly on the river, as if there were crowds of people in it. There were many dead souls who had begun to move at night walking on the Styx, all facing towards the river. This small ox cart was swallowed up, coupled with waves of loud nursery rhymes... This scene was indeed extremely ominous, but Wen Zheliu frowned and just listened intently.
The voice that appears at the first abnormal point in the opening, whether it is singing or narration, is likely to contain a lot of clues, or even subsequent plot hints. No matter how weird it is, it must be recorded carefully.
"...the second sparrow said:
We Jinya-sama,
Like hunting, wine and women,
No matter what kind of woman he wants,
The girl in the scale house is pretty and has slender fingers.
Take small and large coins and put them on the scale.
Calculating day and night,
He didn't even have time to sleep, he was sent back,
Was returned…”
The sound got closer and closer, and the white mist in front became thicker and thicker, like a lingering solid veil. Even the wind could not blow it away. Instead, many three-dimensional shapes appeared unevenly on it, vaguely. If they struggle one after another, densely packed blank faces emerge.
The old cow's hooves were trembling, and he refused to move forward any longer. His cloudy eyes shed tears in an instant. The shopkeeper's arms couldn't help trembling, and the indescribable coldness seized the temperature of his whole body, making his lips turn purple and his pupils shrinking like needle points. All he could do was uselessly and mechanically swing the whip, and whip the poor beast intensively and hastily. On the body, "Quick... move quickly! Move quickly, move quickly!"
"Don't hit it!" Wen Zheliu hurriedly pulled the whip, "Calm down, it will be fine!"
"...the third sparrow said:
We Jinya-sama,
Like hunting, wine and women,
No matter what kind of woman he wants,
The girl in the front room is a pretty girl,
The beauty's locks are crazy,
The key doesn't fit.
If the key does not fit and is returned,
was returned,
This kind of incident happens again and again,
Repeatedly..."
The singing was loud and ethereal, with the sharpness and childishness of a child. The thick fog had completely enveloped the bridge. They were clearly close, but they couldn't even see each other's faces clearly.
"What's going on?!" the shopkeeper cried, groping around in the thick fog and shouting, "Onmyoji-sama, Ashiya-sama, come and save me!"
With such a grasp, he really caught a smooth and cold palm.
"I'm here," a voice sounded in his ear, warm and energetic, as if it contained infinite vitality. It was the young priest sitting on his left who spoke, "Don't worry, as long as you keep moving forward, you can get out of this place. Misty.”
Hearing the Onmyoji's words, the shopkeeper seemed to be relieved. He said gratefully: "That's good, that's good!"
As he said that, he was about to raise the whip, but for a moment he couldn't find where he had thrown it. When he was looking back and forth, a willow whip was suddenly handed over to his right hand. The young priest said, "Are you looking for it? It's here."
The shopkeeper thanked him repeatedly, but as soon as he took the whip, his whole body started to tremble.
Left, right... Which side is this Onmyoji sitting on
The muscles on his shoulders and neck tightened instantly, almost frightening him out of his wits, and the movement of raising the whip froze in mid-air involuntarily.
The shopkeeper called out in a trembling voice with an altered tone: "Ashi, Ashiya-sama?"
"Looking for me? Here."
The voice just now answered again, but this time, it came from very close behind, feeling close to his back, as sweet as a silver bell, with a cold chuckle.
The shopkeeper's throat seemed to be filled with hard ice, and no sound of breath could be squeezed out. The thick fog was like a cold, soft dead hand, gently brushing against his bare scalp. He didn't want to look back, but the joints of his spine rolled around uncontrollably, forcing him to look back.
The moment he turned around, he closed his eyes tightly as if he was electrocuted, and then he dared to carefully and slowly open a crack.
… Nothing at all.
There is nothing but a thick, wet fog that lingers and seems to fill the entire world.
"...What are you doing?" He was covered in cold sweat. The broken sweat on his forehead and the mist condensed on his skin made him look like a sloppy guy who ran out without wiping his face after washing. The shopkeeper was shocked, panting, and turned back.
"This ghost place, it's really a ghost, it's really..."
His muttering stopped abruptly, breaking in his throat.
A paper-like face, as pale as paper, with blood-red smiling lips, suddenly stood in front of his eyes, almost touching the tip of his nose!
"Looking for me? Here!"
There was a fog all around, and ever since the three parts of the song were sung, the fog in front of me had a tendency to overflow, swallowing up everything in sight.
Wen Zheliu took out his cane and looked around cautiously. Although the properties and special effects of the Baron's cane could not be unlocked until level 28, he did not plan to use the experience supplement here yet.
"Are you okay?" He Qin's deep and melodious voice came from the side, "The fog is too thick and I can't even see you."
Wen Zheliu lightly touched him behind him, then paused, and replied nonchalantly: "It's okay, there's just something I really want to ask you."
"What's wrong?"
Wen Zheliu smiled slightly and said without mercy: "Do you think you can deceive me by pretending to be him?"
Soon enough, Wen Zheliu and the person behind him quickly took action at the same time, grabbing each other's arms. The bullock cart shuddered heavily, and the two of them had turned around in an instant, swapping positions with each other!
He Qin raised his lips and smiled: "Hi."
Wen Zheliu weighed his cane and said, "Hello?"
The lingering sound was still like the floating leaves in the wind that had never fallen to the ground. The long knife on one person's waist shot out a bright and sharp light, even tearing open a huge crack in the thick fog curtain that could not be healed; the other person simply cut the B-level The props were used as golf clubs, and they were swung head-first into the thick fog, and the wind roared through the air!
Regardless of what others were doing, Du Zijun, sitting at the end of the bullock cart, already felt something strange.
Although we were only an arm's length away from our teammates, our field of vision was completely obscured by the hazy fog. Not only could we not see them, we couldn't even hear their voices. Du Zijun touched the V-42 dagger at his waist and frowned irritably.
In order to avoid the drop in participation value, the hot weapons he is good at cannot be used in front of others. Even if he faces some ghosts who are still conscious, he cannot take the risk and has no choice but to purchase cold weapons and equipment from the mall.
Du Zijun observed the surroundings warily, and suddenly felt something appearing around him. He looked to the side keenly, his pupils shrank instantly, and his waist and abdomen reflexively arched, tensing his whole body into a tight string.
A very small child stood beside the bullock cart quietly at some point!
It has short hair and is dressed in colorful clothes for both men and women. Its swollen face is white, its eyes are pitch black, but its lips are bright red, like a paper doll with soaked hair.
It grinned and smiled silently at Du Zijun without saying a word.
Du Zijun's scalp was slightly numb. He looked at it coldly for a long time and asked, "What are you doing?"
"Sister, my mother is missing, can you take me to find her?" it asked, its lips motionless, still curved into a regular smile, as if drawn by a compass, but the silver-bell-like child The sound still came from its head.
Du Zijun's eyes were cold and he looked at it condescendingly.
"Get lost," he said, "I don't have time to mess around with you."
The paper boy was silent for a moment, and then repeated: "Sister, my mother is missing. Can you take me to find her?"
Du Zijun: "Do you have a fucking repeater? Get out of here."
The blood-red smile on the paper child's face became more and more exaggerated. It stared at Du Zijun, its dark pupils slowly widened perversely, and the child's voice also became more solemn out of thin air: "Sister, my mother is gone, don't you? Can you take me to find her?"
Du Zijun took a deep breath and then slowly exhaled.
"Come," he waved to the paper boy, "come here and get closer."
The paper boy looked at him steadily. There was no ups and downs in walking, only the body was floating and moving forward. Coupled with the weird and terrifying face, a slightly timid person would be afraid to look at this scene at night. The bile was scared out of me.
Du Zijun conveniently took the imperial coin on the side and wrapped the diamond-shaped ribbon on it around the wooden stick. Then he looked at the paper boy slowly and said word by word: "Your mother is dead, don't look for it anymore." , be obedient, and my brother will reward you with a stick."
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The weird smile of the paper boy who was always frozen trembled for a moment. The next second, Du Zijun jumped up violently, and the wooden stick in his hand flew out, smashing the paper into pieces, and there was a crash in the quiet fog. Explode!
"If you repeat that one more damn thing, I'll kill you, you idiot!" He came up with a stick and brandished the witch's sacrificial instrument like a murderous weapon. The wine bottles that have been smashed into people's heads in the past ten years, the baseball bats that have been smashed against the hood of cars, and even the butts of guns used to hit subordinates are all possessed by their souls at this moment. He is not fighting alone. He is not fighting alone. !
In an instant, the lower body of the paper man was reduced to ashes and shattered into flying flakes flying in the wind. It screamed and fled quickly into the gradually dissipating fog.
"Damn it." He frowned and spat casually. He turned around and saw that the white mist on the Azuma Bridge had gradually dissipated. After thinking about it, he took off the coin ribbon again and walked towards the bullock cart.
He Qin in front was sniffing out the shopkeeper's breath. He was stepping on a piece of old white paper that had been cut open with a sharp weapon. Wen Zheliu hung the whip on the old cow's head, apparently intending to let it pull the car back on its own. .
And Xie Yuanyuan…
Du Zijun shook the imperial coin and looked speechlessly at Xie Yuanyuan, who was sitting in the middle of the bullock cart with a confused look on his face.
"What are you doing?"
Xie Yuanyuan: "Ah, ah? I don't know either! I just sat here, and there was no response when I called you. I couldn't touch you, so I could only wait for a while... After waiting for a while, the fog dissipated. "
Du Zijun: "...haven't you met those paper figures?"
Xie Yuanyuan was even more confused: "Paper man? What paper man?"
Wen Zheliu interjected from the side: "Don't ask him, those brats can't find him."
"..." Du Zijun: "... Damn, I really want to slap you, why don't you get up quickly!"
"Oh." Xie Yuanyuan hurriedly got off the bullock cart.
Several people saw the old cow pulling the cart and the poor shopkeeper on the cart drifting away, so they turned around and finally crossed the Azuma Bridge and stepped onto the land of Asakusa.
He Qin held Wen Zheliu's hand and said with a smile: "It caused us a little trouble as soon as we got here. It seems that this trip is not going well."
At this moment, what appeared in front of the four people was the overview of the streets of Asakusa.
Desolate and dilapidated houses, deserted streets, yellow and white lanterns hanging along the way glow faintly, reflecting the dim Asakusa that is about to fall into the night.
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