Weird recovery: Do you call this serious science?

"There is no Xueshang flower."

Lin Muge looked through the snow.

Xueshang flowers usually appear in patches. If there are none along the way, you probably won't be able to come across them any further up.

He looked ahead, and they should have reached the top of the mountain now, there were basically no trees on it, and the snow was the thickest.

"Hey brothers, I found some interesting things, hey, this thing... is very fun."

"Master, come and help me take care of it."

"I'm coming!"

Master of Terror took two steps forward and looked at the snow in front of Lin Muge.

"Is that the one that makes your ass glow like a firefly?"

he asked excitedly.

"No, it's a more interesting one."

"That's great."

Director Tibetan Fox heaved a sigh of relief.

When it's time to go back, he and the master of horror have a shiny buttocks and a shiny eyes, but it's amazing...

"It's okay, we may not be able to go back yet."

Lin Muge patted him on the shoulder as if he had read his mind to comfort him.

"Look, everyone, isn't the snow in this fist different from the surrounding ones?"

He drew a circle on the ground.

"Indeed..."

Director Tibetan Fox narrowed his eyes and nodded.

The snow circled by the forest pigeons seems to be piled up by something specially.

He stuck his finger in it to feel it, and there was no difference in the texture of the snow.

"Look, everyone, after Brother Liang took out his finger, it's not a joint but a half."

"What?"

Director Tibetan Fox pulled his hand out with a swipe.

"If the weird creature below is Xiao Zang or something, it's a pity that it's not below."

"So Brother Liang, in this case, don't put your hand in easily."

As soon as Director Tibetan Fox took out his hand, Lin Muge put his hand in again, and reminded him very seriously.

"Of course I know what's in there, so it's okay."

"Fine, it's still sleeping."

After feeling it with his fingers, he picked up the snow below.

"It's almost brothers, this kind of weird creature also lives underground."

"When Ningning and Ningning went to the Senran Cemetery to pick mushrooms for the first time, I taught everyone how to knock on Xiao Zang's door. This time, this strange creature also lives underground, and it is also very shy and needs to knock on the door."

Lin Muge stood up.

"Master, do you want to try?"

"I……"

The horror master instinctively took half a step back, but then a trace of hesitation flashed in his eyes.

"Let me try."

He took a deep breath and said.

Even if there is Xiao Zang below, it is probably too cold to move in such a cold day, right?

"Wait, use this!"

Lin Muge took out a skeleton head from the ginseng fruit tree from his bag, and handed the wooden stick to the horror master.

"If you just knock on the ground, the little guy under the glove may not be able to hear it, but if you knock on the top, the sound will appear louder through the ground."

"Hey! Science!"

After listening to Lin Muge's explanation, Director Tibetan Fox on the side gave a thumbs up.

"Just follow the rhythm of that song, we will rock you."

"Yes, I sing, you knock."

Lin Muge cleared his throat, and under the shocked gaze of Director Tibetan Fox, he really clapped his hands and started singing.

Under the miserable green light, in the boundless heavy snow, on a deserted mountain, Lin Muge sang extremely recklessly.

"Come on! Everyone!"

He looked around and said.

"so I……"

"It's okay, Brother Liang, I didn't talk to you."

"……hiss……"

As soon as Lin Muge finished speaking, Director Tibetan Fox shuddered instantly.

In a trance, I even really heard the harmony of howling wolves and ghosts coming from around me...

"How many ghosts are there around!"

At home, Yu Xinning hugged Xiao Shiyi, Xiao Shiyi hugged Xiao Shier, and the three of them watched Lin Muge on TV together.

After living with Lin Muge for so long, Yu Xinning knows him very well.

Lin Muge is a little socially intimidated in front of people, but the more weird things around him, the more excited he is.

"Fan Zhuo! Do you want to come out and watch with us?"

Yu Xinning shouted towards the innermost room.

"no need……"

Zhao Fanzhuo's slightly trembling voice came.

"Okay, then don't be polite, and don't be polite with Qianshou, just tell them whatever you want."

"……Um……"

In the room, Zhao Fanzhuo huddled in the bed, biting the corner of the quilt tightly.

The abstract painting on the wall kept smiling at him even more abstractly.

The three thousand hands kept beating his back and massaging him on the bed.

The method seems to be processing a whole piece of fresh human flesh...

"Why is it that under the green light of Master of Terror, it seems like the first-person perspective to capture the suspect [dog head]"

"Open the door! Check the water meter!"

"The master seems to be knocking on a wooden fish"

"The weirdness of the underground! You are surrounded!"

"Large yin music farewell party [dog head]"

"I thought the pigeons were just playing musical instruments that were more hellish, but why... singing and running away like this..."

"Hahahaha Gege ran away singing, but why did he run so neatly!"

Zhao Fanzhuo sighed silently looking at the rows of bullet screens.

Today's barrage was fairly harmonious, and he only banned more than a dozen people after the live broadcast for almost two hours.

"No, no, this is really unnecessary!"

Sensing a thousand hands trying to get into his bed, Zhao Fanzhuo hastily lifted up his pants.

He really can't stand this!

"Master, if you get tired of knocking, will you change to Brother Liang?"

"Okay, I'll come."

Director Tibetan Fox on the side couldn't wait to take the branch and knocked on the skull's head.

Standing beside him, he could only feel the howling of the Yin wind, which was extremely terrifying...

"Oh!"

"I go!"

As soon as he knocked twice, he heard a dull sound coming from the ground.

Then a purple thing popped out half of its head, shaking the head of the skeleton on the ground.

Even though life and death have been separated, Director Tibetan Fox can still feel the pain of that little thing being called out in the cold in the middle of the night.

"This is the wild purple sweet potato that no one picks underground. It's a weird plant."

Lin Muge took the branch and gently rubbed the ground beside it.

"It's very angry now and wants to come out and beat us up, but the ground is too hard and it's a little fat, so it's awkward and stuck."

"According to this spiritual psychology, we need to insinuate."

He lay down on the snow proficiently and dunked the ground next to the popping purple head.

From time to time, he patted the purple head to appease him.

"Okay, this level of softness is almost the same."

Lin Muge stood up and patted the snow on his body.

"Oh!"

"Oh!"

Sure enough, as soon as he finished speaking, the purple potato below began to exert strength.

"Help it quietly again, this guy is a little fatter than I imagined."

After seeing it twice, there was no movement again, Lin Muge quietly cleaned the surrounding snow again.

"Brother Liang, master, let's cheer for it together!"

"come on!"

"come on!"

Lin Muge patted and talked.

Under his expectant gaze, a purple sweet potato fatter than a lotus root finally broke through the ground.

When it saw three smiling humans surrounded by a piece of green light from bottom to top, it was in a daze visible to the naked eye and then took half a step back.

This...is this hell...

I'm just a purple potato...

Is it worthwhile for three people to come and ask for their lives...

"Hahahahaha, is it scared!"

"Take it in, you were frantically knocked on the door in the middle of the night, and when you opened the door, you found three people looking at you kindly and positively under the miserable green light outside..."

"Purple Potato: Who is not human?"

"Purple Potato: Let me in!"

Although this purple potato... is really a big fat purple potato that has been frozen until it is hard and looks very ordinary, from its vivid movements, everyone can still see its little thoughts.

"How? Isn't it amazing."

"Amazing."