Until the night fell and the mountains were silent, the other team did not return.
The dark clouds that had settled for two days finally changed.
The endless drizzle fell from the dark horizon that could not be seen clearly.
There was silence in the earthen hut.
Everyone sat down around the fire in the center just like the night before, staring at the blazing flames.
Since the people from the other team hadn't come back, the team who hadn't paid the food naturally occupied the magpie's nest and took the mud house where they had stayed before.
Apart from other things, sitting in a house is much more comfortable than sitting outside. It is sheltered from wind and rain. If there is a house, who wants to go outside and blow the cold wind.
It's always dark early in the winter. They came back from the temple early and wanted to come back and rest while it was still dark.
After such a day, the newcomers are a little bit sad.
In the temple just now, Yin Po slowly explained the matter that the old village chief said.
The voice under the hood was unpleasant and sharp, "One night three years ago, it is said that the Bodhisattva in Tongbai Village appeared, and the villages around Baili knew that it was the old woman who guarded the Bodhisattva's soil garden at that time."
"The old man came to this deserted village temple three years ago. The old woman had already gone when she came. Afterwards, she didn't feel any signs of manifestation. On the contrary, she even led the village to become more and more weird."
"There must be something weird about this matter. These three-year-old people have to go under the shadow to find them, and they will still need manpower... If you are in danger in the village, or are willing to help, you can find it in the temple."
Although he had been mentally prepared for the pre-story, hearing about it still made everyone angry.
The people in this village not only traffic in human beings, but also starve the elderly to death, which is full of evil. If there are real ghosts who come back to seek revenge, then they will take the blame. If they can, they really don't want to do this protection mission.
As a result, halfway through the rest, it rained heavily outside.
I planned to wait for the rain to stop with peace of mind, but no one from the other team has appeared until now.
If they are in danger, it is impossible for all of them to disappear at the same time, right
Halfway through sleep, Xu Su who woke up asked, "Why haven't the people from the other team come back?"
Zong Jiu picked up a match from the ground at random and stuffed it into the fire. "What does it have to do with us if they can't come back? In my opinion, it's best if they don't come back tonight. After all, they have the ability to protect themselves. Putting it outside can protect the villagers. If they are outside, we don’t need to go out to guard. Isn’t that a good thing? Do you still want to get out of the rain?"
The people by the fire and in the barrage were deeply shocked.
[Damn, it makes sense]
[Legal use of the wisdom of the people to fish, this fish is also fragrant]
[Obviously they are all trainees, why half of them fight monsters and half of them fish. jpg]
"But we're out too, it's almost dark."
The white-haired young man counted the time, clapped his hands, "woke up, ready to work."
They said tonight that they would venture together to save the woman in the wood shed, and now they should go when the night is quiet.
I wanted to wait until the rain stopped, but non-stop rain also has the advantage of non-stop rain.
After hearing what he said, the trainees who were sleeping on the ground got up one by one.
Obviously a copy of terror. When changing to the last instance, as long as the night arrives, they are all like horrified tigers, afraid to sleep at all. As a result, after this copy came, everyone felt more at ease.
The first solo show of the horror trainees directly wiped out three-quarters of the newcomers. It is not easy for newcomers to survive.
The new person has no long objects and no props to protect himself. All he can fight is luck and cleverness, or he has to hug his thighs. But the old people have seen the existence of big winds and waves, and all of them are extremely indifferent. Where can they be so kind
At least in the first copy, everyone went their own way, very loose, let alone an organization.
When he entered the soil house behind the old locust tree, Zong Jiu walked at the forefront without saying a word. Just one action won everyone’s favor, let alone chatting with each other that night, knowing that he still wants to save everything. After a person's lofty ideals, it is impossible to say that it is not shocked.
As everyone was getting ready to go, the wooden door of the Tsuchiya was knocked suddenly.
"Tuk-Tuk-Tuk."
The voice was very smooth, not hurried or slow, not hurried or slow.
The rain outside was heavy, crackling on the eaves and dripping down the ridge. But it also makes the knock on the door even more weird.
Because the door is unlocked.
Zong Jiu's reaction was quick.
Almost the next moment the knock on the door sounded, a few playing cards appeared between his fingers, ejected like lightning and pierced into the earth wall, and blocked the door panel and door frame firmly. Blocked the door that was about to be opened.
"Quickly, go and drop the lock!"
He shouted at the trainee closest to the door. The latter subconsciously followed his orders.
"Kang-dang-" With a sound, the door bolt fell into the door frame.
Everyone realized that something was wrong, and all the trainees took out their props and looked at the door warily.
Just as the wind swept across the window, the fire flickered twice and went out silently, leaving only a wisp of white smoke in the darkness.
This is like a signal.
[Fuck! It’s time for excitement]
[Is this copy so exciting, it's a collective attack? 】
[Yes, the cooperation is quite tacit. Generally, only teams that have been running in for a long time can see such a reflexive action after hearing the order, and it is not at all sloppy]
Xu Sen's face became serious.
The old people know that although the horror copy is terrible, there are still rules to follow in the end.
Even if it is an S-level copy, it is impossible to casually put people to death. Especially the supernatural copy. When something unclean comes out, the surrounding area will surely give a reminder.
When the extremely cold existence arrives, there are no signs that it is nothing more than those few.
Now is the best tip.
The situation in the Tsuchiya is very tense. It is the first time that many newcomers have faced such a scene, and it is also the first time that they are confronted with a supernatural being head-on, with a dense layer of sweat in their palms.
At this time, Zong Jiu's reassurance worked.
"Don't panic, there are so many of us. I didn't see a no.3 boss in the room, and there are tall people who are standing up when the sky is falling. What are you afraid of."
Sitting in the corner silently, Zhuge raised his eyelids indifferently.
Zong Jiu knew that when Zhuge secretly made a move, then the two of them had no more cooperation treaties.
After all, the condition was that Zhuge would not give any help, but Zong Jiu had to show his worth in order to exchange prophecies and all the ins and outs of intelligence from him.
But this does not prevent him from speaking out.
It is one thing whether Zhuge secretly helps or not. At this time, moving out of no.3 can stabilize people's hearts more quickly, so why not do it
Sure enough, after Zong Jiu said this, the expressions of everyone in the Tuwu were not as tight as before.
In the gap of communication, the knock on the door continued.
It was slow at first, as if someone was holding a small hammer, knocking on the door very seriously.
After the door was locked, the knock on the door suddenly became abrupt.
"Boom, boom, boom—"
As if there was a really impatient person knocking on the door, the huge force seemed to be generated from outside the door, one after another, slamming hard.
Rainy night, knocking on the door, darkness.
The combination of these words is scary enough.
The trainees closest to the wooden door were trembling with fear.
Perhaps it was a long time to enter that angered the existence outside, and the knock on the door suddenly increased his strength again.
The old wooden door could not withstand such force at all, and the surrounding door frames were knocked out of shape, making an overwhelming creak.
The wooden door in the countryside is not a solid existence. Even if the lock is dropped from the inside, it has been seen several times that the latch cannot stop it, and it is smashed to the ground and fall into the wood.
Zong Jiu said in a deep voice, "Everything is ready. When I order, don't worry about the three-seven-seven-ones. Let me greet them all."
The trainees held their breath, and each one said well.
"Three, two, one, go up and say hello!"
As soon as the voice fell, the door frame suddenly opened, and a slap-sized gap appeared above the wooden door.
Suddenly, a cold, as if born from the underworld, quietly invaded from outside the door, slowly opening its sharp and bloody fangs.
A long and narrow ghost loomed outside the gap.
The attacks in the Tsuchiya broke out uniformly.
Some people threw spells, some people waved them to avoid dust, some people set seals on the spot, and some even fired a shot at the door.
Zong Jiu dragged a stack of cards on the palm of his left hand, and stretched out his index finger and middle finger in his right hand.
With the wrist strength that he now blessed to the peak, the card seemed to be transformed into a sharp knife, slashing across it in a rampage.
Regardless of the cooling time, everyone, so many of them dared to come to the door for the existence of supernatural beings in the earthen hut. Obviously, it is not a good thing.
After about thirty seconds, silence suddenly fell outside the door.
The whole house can only hear the slapping of heavy rain on the beams and eaves, monotonous and long.
"Is this done?" Xu Su asked tremblingly.
No one spoke, and time was silent for a few minutes.
Zhuge slowly took out his Tai Chi gossip plate, Li Gua changed, and set fire to the wood pile in the center of the tuwu.
The fire light "flew" up in the cold air, illuminating the dark room.
Zong Jiu let out a cold breath, "I'll go and see."
After all, the white-haired young man held a card in one hand and walked straight to the wooden door that had been knocked ajar, and put his hand on the iron door latch.
[Mom, don’t you wait any longer, this is too courageous, I’m so scared]
[I'm afraid of others committed again! What if you open the door and kill it?]
The others watched his movements with trepidation.
The iron bolts were all twisted.
Zong Jiu had no doubt that if it were a little later, this door could be knocked off directly.
He glanced cautiously out of the gap.
There was still a deep night outside, and at most a few drops of cold rain flew in, and the shadows of the trees were panicked.
With Zong Jiu's eyesight, he could not see any abnormalities for the time being.
"Click."
The wooden door was staggered by the wind and rain outside, creaking and pushing open.
The remnant leaves flew in with the rain, and within a few seconds, a small pool of water gathered on the ground.
Zong Jiu's reaction was very quick.
It was almost the moment when there was an abnormal movement from the wooden door, he shot it.
He swept obliquely, but fortunately, the people outside also had a wealth of fighting experience, and they drew their heads dangerously and dangerously to avoid.
Zong Jiu didn't take advantage of the victory to chase after a defeat.
He could see the people outside.
Anthony and Lin Guoxing were standing outside the door, with a dozen other people in the other team behind them. The former looked so hostile when he saw him, while the latter smiled at him apologetically as a good old man.
The heavy rain sprinkled on them, down the tops of their heads and chins to the skirts of their clothes, ticking and damp, becoming wet.
The trainees in the earthen room heaved a sigh of relief seeing that there were only them outside.
Only Zong Jiu watched them file in, still standing in place.
The white-haired young man glanced at his hands calmly.
It was empty there, the skin was intact, and there was no trace.
The door didn't know why, just the moment his palm inadvertently swept the top of the outside people's head, Zong Jiu clearly felt an illusion of being obstructed.
It's like... They have a thread tied to their heads.