It shouldn't be, he and his son have changed a little in the last dungeon... The horoscope has not been written yet, why did this group of people notice it so quickly
——He also said that he didn't swipe, and he was ready to come out with every swipe. Ye Yanzhi looked at him in a daze, just stood there casually, and didn't explain to the other party the problem that the two of them had identified long ago, but felt that the other people were a little more pleasing to the eye.
winking.
Can barely be called smart.
Kou Dong asked suspiciously, "What are you laughing at?"
Ye Yanzhi: "Huh?"
Kou Dong wiped the corner of his mouth with his fingers.
Pronounced, upturned arc.
Earlier, Kou Dong thought that it was his illusion that Ye Yanzhi's mood became happier—now, it is obviously not an illusion.
What is this man happy about
Kou Dong thought for a while, and found that he was a bit confused. After his cub grew from two heads to nine heads, it seemed more and more difficult for him to guess what this person was thinking, so he simply gave up and said, "Go out first."
They have to hurry up and search for clues.
It was a cold and gloomy day outside the ruined temple, with heavy clouds hanging down, almost touching their heads. Cloudy and windy—this is the weather for a blizzard. In front of the temple gate, there are two or three players who are hesitating, hesitating whether to step over the threshold.
Right in front of the door, there is a thin, already dim red line, which is a red line surrounding the ruined temple. There are hundreds of small and exquisite bells strung on the red thread. If you accidentally touch them, they will definitely ring together.
The player hesitated because of this.
Ye Yanzhi said in a low voice: "The red line, stop people."
Ghosts can pass, but people cannot.
Kou Dong hesitated, and glanced at Ye Yan beside him. This glance was noticed by the young man, and he smiled slightly: "Why?"
"Nothing else," Kou Dong said, "does that stop you?"
Ye Yanzhi does not belong to humans, nor does he belong to ghosts. He is actually part of the system, privileged in certain places.
The young man nodded and said, "No way."
"It's easy if you don't stop it." Kou Dong heaved a sigh of relief and said, "If you have some time, I still have to go out and have a look."
But this time obviously cannot be now, at least not to expose this privilege to the public.
Since they couldn't get out, the two simply walked around the temple. The temple itself is not big, it has been abandoned for a long time, and the corners are covered with thick dust, but they have walked forward for a long time, and they are still in this temple. The corners of the cobwebs, the walls are still uneven. It's like the road never ends.
The ghost hit the wall.
These three words did not need to be said by Ye Yanzhi, they had already appeared in Kou Dong's mind first. He didn't speak, just stopped walking.
Ye Yanzhi also stopped, and turned around with him without talking, and the two walked back along the original road. Not long after, I saw the piece of ground where they left at first, and the twelve coffins were still placed on it.
It seems that they have a hard time getting out.
There is someone at the coffin, that is the Tao brother from before. He squatted near the coffins of Kou Dong and the others, staring at the side, his fingers clenched tightly. As soon as he saw the two approaching, he stood up and looked away as if nothing had happened.
Kou Dong became suspicious, and also looked at the numbers. After looking at it, I found that the number 7 was scratched and changed to 5 crookedly.
What the opponent held just now should be a small knife.
Kou Dong turned his head and stared at him closely.
"Why did you change the number?"
Brother Tao's face was quite calm, and he even smiled.
"Where did I change the numbers?"
"You still have the knife in your hand."
There was a bright cold light from between the fingers, which could not be concealed.
Brother Tao said: "I saw that the numbers had been altered, so I also wanted to carve the coffin to see if I could cross it out.—Is that okay?"
Kou Dong didn't answer his words, but instead raised his eyebrows, not believing the words.
"Then why don't you change yours?"
Why move A Xue's number
Brother Tao couldn't answer, but he didn't show any guilt. He snorted coldly, said "boring", then turned his head and left.
Ye Yanzhi also squatted down beside the coffin, rubbed his fingers over the scratches, thought for a while and said, "It's okay. This number is not so easy to change."
The words that came out of his mouth seemed to be extraordinarily believable. Kou Dong nodded, believing it.
The two whispered the number and the person.
Ye Yanzhi's memory is quite good, and his recall is extremely smooth, and he doesn't need time to think hard. In addition, only they know their own numbers. Among the twelve players, only the five of them, Kou Dong, have the complete sorting information.
It's just that the purpose of this information is not yet answered.
Ye Yanzhi could only be ambiguous.
While talking, two girls who were walking together also came back. They looked at the two from a distance, as if they wanted to come forward to talk, but they were frightened by Ye Yanzhi's indifferent expression, and hesitated, and finally decided to Sitting in front of their respective coffins.
"It's scary," one of the long-haired ones whispered, "there are mice over there..."
"I saw it too," said the girl with shorter hair, "running very fast."
Then they started talking about the spiders and bugs in the temple, worrying how they could fall asleep in such an environment at night. Kou Dong listened to them worrying about this and that, but no one dared to worry about what would happen if there were ghosts in the night.
Anyone in the middle who accidentally mentioned the word ghost would wave their hands frequently.
Kou Dong looked at it and found it very strange. He asked, "Why can't you tell?"
The two girls didn't expect him to take the initiative to start a conversation, but they were taken aback for a while. The long-haired girl mustered up the courage to look at him twice, and then said, "What?"
In such an environment, Kou Dong's face is undoubtedly very useful. For a good-looking person, just sitting there has the effect of soothing the body and mind.
In fact, they were on the way to find clues, and they whispered that the two of the players who were particularly good-looking were like bright pearls, shining in this dark room.
Ye Yanzhi's face darkened. The long-haired girl noticed it, and she was a little frightened, and said in a low voice, "Isn't there a saying? Some ghosts don't know that they are dead."
"So, if you don't tell them it's a ghost, they won't take the initiative to harm people."
Ye Yanzhi let out a very light laugh. There is absolutely no kindness in this smile. Although the tone is light, it just gives people a sense of sarcasm, which makes the girl blush all of a sudden.
Kou Dong patted the back of his hand disapprovingly, and taught him a lesson: "You can't talk to people like that."
Ye Yanzhi's eyes were as deep as a pool, and he didn't speak.
"Did you hear that?" Kou Dong's old father attribute couldn't help but want to go online again, Dun Dun taught, "When dealing with people, you still have to be kind..."
Ye Yanzhi said in a calm and intimidating manner: "Kou Tiantian, I think you want to be called Dad again."
"..."
Others didn't understand this sentence, but Kou Dong understood it all at once. The only time he was asked to call Ye Yanzhi's father was when the two gourd babies teamed up to fight the snake spirit.
Kou Tiantian couldn't help being a little timid, secretly swallowed her saliva, and silently withdrew the hand that slapped the back of the opponent's hand just now.
... Sister, I can't control him now!
Kou Dong couldn't help but feel a sense of crisis.
After a while, other players returned here one after another, all looking exhausted. Song Hong and the others came back from the last group. As soon as they sat down beside Kou Dong, they said in a low voice, "What the hell, we can't get out no matter how we go. We tried different directions, and after walking for so long, we still couldn't get out. nothing… "
It is clear that the head of the temple can be seen at a glance, but it can never be touched.
It's like a bottomless pit.
Yin Qizhi gasped, pressed his hands on his feet and whispered: "My feet seem to be blistered."
It's a long way to go.
A Xue said coldly: "Then rest."
Still not the slightest good voice.
Yin Qi looked a little aggrieved, and first raised his head to look at Kou Dong, as if he wanted Kou Dong to make the decision for him. Seeing that none of these people responded at all, he lowered his head again in disappointment, and pitifully untied his shoelaces to check his situation.
The results of the first exploration of the twelve players can be said to be nothing, and they are all a little downcast.
I don't know how long I've been sitting here, but suddenly the player closest to the temple gate got excited and said, "It's getting dark!"
This sudden sound startled the players, Brother Tao said: "It gets dark when it gets dark, why are you so excited?"
"No," the player said incoherently, and Kou Dong remembered that he was number ten, "The sky doesn't get dark gradually. It just suddenly—"
Kou Dong stood up and understood what he meant.
It was still a gloomy day just now, but it was still day. But in the blink of an eye, it was as if someone had covered their heads with an opaque black bag. Without any process buffer, they entered the darkness unexpectedly, and only some fire pockets that had not been used up could send some shimmer.
The snow outside began to fall. The speed at which they fell was obviously also unusual, and soon a thick layer was accumulated, fully exhausting their calves. Player No. 10 swallowed his saliva, his voice became more and more trembling, "There...something is coming..."
They gathered together in one place, looking out cautiously.
Outside is a vast expanse of white snow.
Immediately, a jumping red light appeared at the end, followed by more red light—they were like candles held in hands or lamps kicked, gradually converging into a long and thin team, heading towards the ruined temple. direction flow.
As they approached, a strange crunching sound became louder and louder. Player No. 10 tried his best to suppress the exclamation that had come to his lips, because he saw the surprisingly small footprints on the ground one after another that were deeply imprinted on the snow. They did not belong to adults, but looked like newborn children. .
That was the sound of their treading on the snow.
The players couldn't help but hold their breath. Those little footprints moved forward and finally stopped at the gate of the ruined temple.
"Crunch—"
There was a loud sound of the door, and the door that was not closed at all seemed to be pushed open again.
"who is it?"
The voices of those children laughed and shouted neatly. The child's voice is crisp and clear, but it makes people shudder.
"Who's—to make soup?"