No one dared to obstruct it.
The wooden wheelchair rolled over the potholed dirt road, making a slight sound. The person in the wheelchair held the child's hand and led him to the door without hesitation.
Kou Dong lowered his voice so that the kidnapper could not hear, and whispered, "Sir, I still have friends..."
Still in that room.
The boy held his hand even tighter, and said lightly, "No problem."
Kou Dong couldn't say anymore, so he nodded.
After they walked out the door, the kidnapper in the yard suddenly spat on the ground and cursed at his mother.
"What a disaster, bad luck..."
Just being disturbed by the young man, they didn't bother to search anymore, they just cursed and locked the door again. The remaining two people inside didn't dare to vent their anger, and let them lock it, still holding the small coffin in their hands, counting the time.
It wasn't until evening that the door was opened a crack, and a familiar face poked out from inside.
Taking advantage of no one's attention, Kou Dong sneaked back through the hole in the wall and opened the door for them.
Several people pushed the small coffin out by rubbing against the edge of the hole, followed by others. When they stood outside the yard, they all felt lucky to have escaped.
Song Hong was still in a complicated mood, and murmured: "I really didn't expect that there would be a day when I would be rescued by an NPC."
It's almost in the history books. Which player can have the honor of being in a dangerous situation and have an NPC in person
Kou Dong comforted him: "You will get used to it."
Song Hong: "..."
Is this something you are not used to
The carriage was still waiting outside, and the three carried the coffin onto the carriage. The boy in the car never left, playing with a small wooden statue in his hand.
Song Hong tentatively said, "Looking at this posture, which child should it belong to?"
The boy in the wooden wheelchair also cast his gaze over faintly, paused when he touched the coffin, and then raised his eyes again.
"You found it?"
"Yes," Song Hong said, looking at him cautiously, "I just don't know who is in it—"
The three of them all had guesses about who the coffin belonged to, so they hesitated to say what they said, for fear that a bad word would pierce the heart of the NPC.
Kou Dong interrupted before he could finish speaking.
Kou Dong didn't do that, and asked directly: "Sir, is that you?"
Song Hong: "!!!"
Ashue: "!!!"
Both of them were shocked—they really thought so in their hearts, but they couldn't say it out!
How taboo—saying I might have found your dead body or something in front of a ghost sounds like a standard opening to a horror movie.
And Kou Dong is the protagonist who is desperately poking his feet at the edge of danger.
The protagonist is still beeping with reason at the moment: "This size reminds me of Mr. when I see it."
Song Hong couldn't control the panic in his eyes.
Are you saying that he is young to his face
What's the matter-do you want to poke the sore spot where there is no leg after poking the point where the person is already dead? Which man can bear such an insult
Maybe, NPCs can kill people!
As a result, Kou Dong said from the bottom of his heart: "It looks very tall and majestic at first glance."
The remaining two people: "..."
Oh, feelings are flattering.
The air they raised just now quickly deflated, and they felt relieved.
Kou Dong thought about how this man had saved him just now, so he had to give Jin Thigh some sweets no matter what, and crazily blowing rainbow farts at people, "No amount of nails can block Mr.'s aura."
The young man glanced at him, his lips moved slightly, as if he wanted to say something.
But because the corners of his lips were slightly upturned, this movement turned into a smile.
"..."
All three are one wood.
This was the first time they saw such a warm smile from an NPC.
There was no threat or anything like that, it was just a pure smile—this smile actually made him a little more energetic than a child of this age should have.
The young man stared at Kou Dong, his voice was light, and he didn't mean to blame him, "It's messing around again."
Ye Yanzhi's face turned serious, standing on Kou Dong's shoulder, staring at the NPC in front of him majesticly, obviously displeased with the other party's tone.
This kind of tone of treating Kou Dong as his own...
Before he could finish his displeasure, Kou Dong suddenly stretched out his hand and poked him down with a finger. The villain fell down in embarrassment, half of his body sank into Kou Dong's collar, and it took a lot of effort to pull his legs out.
Ye Yanzhi couldn't believe it: "What are you doing?"
Kou Dong chuckled, and didn't tell the other party that he just thought it was funny when he got angry with his arms akimbo... Of course, his bulging face also looked good.
The boy in the wooden wheelchair answered Kou Dong's words.
"That's right," he said, without trying to hide the fact that "it was me."
Kou Dong: "Then if I bring you back, will it affect you?"
The boy didn't shy away from him, "It's good."
The corners of his lips twitched, and his fingers touched the coffin lightly, as if he was nostalgic.
But his hand didn't touch the coffin, it seemed to be separated by an invisible barrier.
Kou Dong didn't ask any more questions. He looked at the boy thoughtfully for a while, before he turned his head away and landed on the coffin again.
— can’t touch it.
What is the reason why he can't touch it
After returning to the circus, Kou Dong sent people to find a crowbar, and first asked several members of the circus to do it.
But the members waved their hands one after another, and even the extremely strong man-bear took a few steps back. It seemed that the expression did not seem weak, but more like fear.
"Untouchable," he mumbled, "we can't touch..."
Seeing that they were avoiding them like snakes and scorpions, Kou Dong simply picked up the crowbar himself and began to pry the long, densely packed iron nails on the coffin lid.
Song Hong was taken aback by his move.
"What's this for?" he asked, "Isn't it disrespectful to... that person?"
He wanted to say "the dead", but after thinking about it, it was an NPC, so it was not easy to say this, so he made a detour.
Kou Dong didn't care, wiped the sweat off his brow, and replied casually, "Didn't he say it, it's good for him."
Song Hong hesitated to speak, "But—"
But you can't pry other people's coffins so openly!
How do you say this is too outrageous
He looked at A Xue, both of them felt a little helpless, after thinking about it, they helped each other. The strange thing is that they can easily put their hands on the coffins that ghosts cannot touch. Song Hong shouted a slogan and called on the other two to work together to pull out the extremely deep nails from the coffin, "Three-two-one-"
The coffin made a dull sound of wood breaking, and a corner was pried open immediately.
With a little more effort, the coffin lid was completely turned over, revealing what was hidden inside.
The moment he saw it, Song Hong's pupils shrank, and he was a little startled.
"this is-"
The bright red cinnabar inside was mixed with dripping blood, which hurt people's eyes. The dead body, which looked exactly like the boy in the wheelchair, was lying inside, not rotten at all, the fingers curled up tightly, and the part below the half of the thigh was already empty and bloody. On his chest, someone dipped in cinnabar painted a huge talisman, which almost ran through his entire mutilated body.
"It's a rebirth binding spell."
Ye Yanzhi said, "I'm afraid he is afraid that he will turn into a ghost and harm people."
After hearing this, Kou Dong couldn't help but feel absurd. I'm afraid of turning into a ghost to harm people, but even if he turns into a curse, wouldn't the boy still become a ghost
How can the resentment of a person who has been killed be eliminated so easily, can it be controlled by a mantra of passing away
Ye Yanzhi said: "It's not completely useless. If it wasn't controlled by this curse, I'm afraid he would have sought revenge from the kidnapper."
He explained: "Today, the courtyard is famous, and it was built as a yang house, but judging from Feng Shui, it gathers yin. -In addition to this spell, the resentment of these ghosts will not harm them, but it will all act on the mantra of the past life. Strengthen the magic power of the spell."
This means that no matter how resentful the ghosts of the circus are, they cannot take revenge in person.
They couldn't even touch their own coffins, and stayed in the group every day. They looked like people, but they were actually a group of homeless ghosts. Because the bodies were detained, they couldn't even leave Taoyuan Town, and they had to be ghosts after death, earning some illicit money with those people.
In other words, if you want to bring the boy out of Taoyuan Town, you must break this spell.
Song Hong has been in the game for a long time, and gradually recognizes some spells. But he looked at it and couldn't help frowning: "How to solve this?"
He has not drawn props related to spells.
Turning her head to look at A Xue, the little girl just shook her head—there was nothing useful in her hands.
Song Hong sighed softly, suddenly remembered something, and said: "There seems to be a ruined temple in the town. If it doesn't work, let's take him there and see if there are any monks and priests there who can help us untie it."
Without thinking about it, one knows that such a high-level spell cannot be broken easily by laymen like them. Song Hong decided not to waste his efforts in vain, and was going to visit the ruined temple.
Before he could say anything, he saw Kou Dong reaching out his hand and wiping the talisman—and then he raised his finger, looking a little confused.
"Why do you want to go to the ruined temple?"
Song Hong was also very at a loss, and said, "Of course it's to break the curse..."
Kou Dong felt puzzled from the bottom of his heart, "Can't we just wipe it off?"
Song Hong: "...?"
wipe it up
"What are you talking about?" He couldn't help being a little amused, "This kind of thing, how can it be so easy to wipe..."
His voice froze in half, staring at Kou Dong's finger raised in front of him. That finger was clearly stained with a dark red of cinnabar.
"..."
Song Hong was about to shudder and howl.
What's going on, is it really rubbing!
It's too hasty!
Kou Dong still held up that finger, turned his head and said, "Go get me a basin of water."
The big-headed doll hurriedly fetched a basin of warm water and a square towel. Kou Dong rolled up his sleeves, first untied the clothes on the young man, and wiped away the traces of the curse of the past life with a drenched square scarf.
Fortunately, the water-soaked veil could be wiped clean, Kou Dong exerted strength on his hands, and after about a stick of incense, he finally wiped off most of the cinnabar traces. Song Hong stood by the side and watched all the time, and was surprised when he raised his head. At some point, other ghosts from the circus also surrounded him.
They all stood beside the coffin, gloomyly looking at the corpse lying inside.
The big-headed doll hooked the corners of her mouth, as if she was smiling.
Song Hong almost thought he was wrong.
But when he turned his head again, Kou Dong had already wiped away the marks until there was almost nothing left. This time, he clearly saw the corners of the NPC's raised lips—the big-headed doll's eyes widened, her smile deepened, and she finally clapped her hands and cried out happily.
"Nope!"
He oh-oh cheered, waving his thin and lonely arms in the air.
"—nope!"
This sentence seemed to turn on a switch, and all the ghosts in the circus suddenly danced and danced. The ghosts and ghosts are insane with joy, a living picture of purgatory on earth.
The ghosts of the circus shouted.
"gentlemen!"
"gentlemen!"
Amid such sound waves, the door of the innermost room opened. The boy slowly rocked the wooden wheelchair and walked forward.
In his dark pupils, there is also a jumping, fire-like light.
The big-headed baby couldn't wait to say: "Sir, did you see it?"
He pointed to the coffin with his thin fingers, and when he opened his mouth, it revealed a set of jagged, mostly missing teeth.
"Look—"
The young man stared at himself in the coffin, and immediately stretched out his hand.
Without the spell, he easily touched his shirtless body, put his hands into his cold chest, and stroked the dead flesh and blood inside.
He let out a low, contented sigh.
"came back."
His physical body is back.
"Nunnan is such a good child." The young man whispered, and slowly put down his body, "As a reward for helping me find it—"
"I can help you and let them escape."
Kou Dong understood almost instantly that the "they" he was referring to could not be someone else, it must be the other children locked up in the house.
The young man was really good at observing other people's minds, and even saw his thoughts of saving others.
"Sir, do you want to help me?"
"Of course." The boy said, his pale hand lightly tapped on the armrest of the wheelchair, meaning something.
"—do you want me to help you?"
[Facing the NPC's invitation, you: A: agree. B: No.]
[Please note that every choice will affect the player's final outcome. Please choose carefully.]