Game of Destiny: This player is different.

Purchasing medicinal materials in name, secretly using this mushroom to absorb the yang energy of living people. Hanlin Zimo replied uncertainly.

When the three of them inquired about the news in Liushu Village yesterday, they found that many villagers were depressed and weak in speaking, as if they had kidney deficiency due to lack of energy.

It does make sense to conjecture like this.

"wrong."

Qin Nuo shook his head, "The lack of yang energy in Liushu Village is because the anti-bow feng shui bureau was broken, which caused the yin energy of the ghost forest to rush in, and it has nothing to do with the black mushroom.

The scarf man may have some scruples about hiring villagers instead of picking them himself. "

Do you have any scruples?

"It's a pity that he can't communicate, otherwise direct torture would be the fastest, saving us from spending our brains guessing here."

Xinghua Weiyu kicked the scarf man a little annoyed.

She prefers straightforward physical negotiation to brainstorming.

Either give the intelligence or the life, or both.

"..."

Qin Nuo was silent for a while.

It was expected to squat down to the scarf man, but it was unexpected to find that the man had suffered severe burns during his lifetime.

Tongues have been pulled out and raging fires have appeared in the five prisons. Is it possible that the mountain walker is really cultivating ghosts and immortals?

In this way, wouldn't our side have to face a person who is about to become a fairy...

Hard to top.

The four players hastily cleaned up the scene and killed the scarf man by the way.

If there is no information to extract value, what is the use of keeping it.

Xinghua Weiyu was about to set it on fire, but was stopped by Qin Nuo, claiming that it had other uses.

Under the strange eyes of his teammates, he put the corpse in his pocket, and then lay back to the pit again.

"What are you doing there? Hide."

Seeing the three of them staring at each other, Qin Nuo raised his voice and urged.

There is still a long time left in the task, and there is no guarantee that the grave will appear at any time.

If a few ghosts pop up from behind your ass when you're bragging and gossiping, it's over.

The Earth Temple returned to calm.

As if nothing had happened just now, everyone continued to hide a thousand meters away without making any noise.

The sunlight flicked through the window, and the shadows of the flowers moved forward.

Waiting all night to no avail, the four players took turns to eat and sleep by taking turns to stand guard and watch while they had nothing to do during the day to adjust their status.

From the beginning of the pre-mission until now, they have not closed their eyes for almost two days and two nights.

Even if the body can bear it, the mental state will definitely be affected.

After a short period of deep sleep, the day flies by.

The sky is re-stained with ink, and the player has come to the second night in the Temple of the Earth.

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From nine o'clock the weather suddenly became bad.

Although there was no snow, the howling wind kept blowing.

The air began to grow cold, and this feeling gradually deepened as time passed.

Around ten o'clock, the wind intensified, as if it wasn't blowing, but the illusion that many people were weeping faintly.

Hearing this made my heart shudder.

When the time came to eleven o'clock, the crying became more and more obvious.

However, the players didn't care about the harsh weather environment at the moment, and Qi Qi tightened his nerves and cast his eyes forward.

In the cold and dark night, several grave mounds suddenly appeared.

There is an old copper basin in front of the grave, which is filled with paper ashes. It seems that someone burned paper here before to pay homage to the dead.

The cold wind blows and sweeps all around, blowing the paper ash in the copper basin flying all over the sky.

Qin Nuo narrowed his eyes slightly, his high perception attribute allowed him to faintly smell a faint rancid smell from a thousand meters away.

The tomb appeared, but the ghost crying for the grave was nowhere to be seen.

Xinghua Weiyu, who was more than ten meters away, also smelled the smell, and her delicate eyebrows could not help but frown.

A silver-white dagger was quietly held in his hand, ready to fight at any time.

Do you want to go there?

A sad arrow cast a questioning look.

Qin Nuo shook his head lightly.

The ghost has not yet appeared, and a rash attack is likely to scare the snake.

While everyone was hesitating, the sound of blowing and beating came from afar.

Turning his head to look, he saw a team slowly walking in the darkness.

The leader carried the soul-inducing flag, and pulled the white paper lanterns on both sides. The flames swayed in the lanterns, emitting a green light, which looked like pairs of strange eyes from a distance.

The team chatted all the way, throwing paper money as they walked.

After getting close, it was only after seeing clearly that it was a funeral procession.

Some held suonas, some beat gongs and drums, and some carried coffins.

Everyone's skin was as white as if they had been splashed with paint.

Two red dots hung on the corners of his mouth, making the crescent-shaped smile reveal an inexplicable and strange feeling.

"I didn't wait for the grave-crying ghosts, but I waited for them."

Qin Nuo murmured in his heart, and secretly took out two balls of cotton and stuffed them into his ears.

Last time, he had experienced the ability of the paper doll funeral team.

A "Big Funeral" can not only suppress evil spirits, but also have a soul-stirring effect on living people.

The solution is simple, just plug your ears.

Others learned and learned, and closed their hearing one after another to prevent the sorrow and joy from affecting themselves.

The music came to an abrupt end, and the paper figurine team stopped in front of the Earth Temple.

The first two paper figurines held up the soul-inducing banners and shook them back and forth, as if performing some kind of ritual.

At the same time, the copper basin vibrated violently without being touched.

A large amount of paper ash fell down, spiraling against the cold wind.

Under the whirlwind mixed with ash, several grave mounds were flattened little by little.

For every inch removed, the two paper figurines shaking the soul-inducing banners would lose a large amount of paint.

"Spiritual power against?"

Qin Nuo silently crawled out of the pothole and moved forward more than ten meters.

Under the gaze of the players, the grave mound is shrinking at a speed visible to the naked eye.

When the five inches of grave soil were removed, the color of the two paper figurines completely faded, and they became weak and limp.

The paper figurines who had been waiting by the side immediately relayed the relay, and continued to shake the soul-inducing banner from side to side.

When the tomb was completely leveled, the atmosphere suddenly became gloomy and dignified.

A group of hair sprang out of the soil first, and the strands of hair swayed away, flying several nearby paper figurines.

The vicious and evil energy instantly overflowed and enveloped the surroundings.

However, this ferocity did not last long, and was immediately suppressed by "The Great Funeral".

The paper figurines held suona, gongs and drums, and desperately played dirge music, the frequency of their movements was much faster than before.

While the two sides were wrestling, they didn't notice the four quietly approaching figures in the distance.

Chapter 565 Continuation of Ancient Village's Strange Story (25), Barrier

The paper figurine side obviously came prepared, and continued to play "The Great Funeral" to suppress the ghost's recovery.

The drums and music were loud, blowing and beating, even hundreds of meters away, the players who blocked their ears with cotton felt a slight tremor in their hearts.

The closer you get, the stronger this feeling becomes.

Fortunately, the music didn't last too long. Seeing that the ghosts were temporarily suppressed, the paper figurines immediately dug them out of the grave and put them separately into the coffin behind.

Skull, hair hydrangea, red wedding dress and... a dead cat?

its not right.

Several paper figurines froze for a while, obviously unable to understand why there was a dead cat in the grave.

However, they were not too entangled, and they still put it in the coffin.

Then he picked up the copper basin, tapped and walked towards the woods.

Out of caution, the players did not take off their earplugs to prevent the music from affecting their sanity.

But being unable to speak does not mean that you cannot communicate accurately.

Qin Nuo first pointed to himself with his right hand, then pointed in the direction of the paper figurine, and followed with his left hand at the same time.

The general idea is to talk about "Foloumi" (follow me).

This basic diving communication gesture can be understood by anyone who has surfing experience.

The other three nodded, clenched a fist with one hand and drew an "o" shape on their heads, indicating that there was no problem.

Everyone formed a long snake in a column, and Hanlin Zimo took the lead. After a sad shot, he chased after the paper figurine in the direction where the paper figurine disappeared.

When passing by the grave, Qin Nuo thought that the soil had been suppressed by the supernatural power of mourning and joy, so it was unlikely that there would be any risk.

So he took out his engineering shovel and quickly swept away a few squares of soil for later study.

Seeing this, Xinghua Weiyu thought for two seconds and then painted a gourd.

But she didn't go too far, she just grabbed a handful.

A group of people stepped into the woods on the frozen ground and snow, and followed the paper doll funeral procession at a relatively safe distance.

As soon as they stepped into it, everyone felt that the surrounding atmosphere became inexplicably oppressive and heavy.

Hanlin Zimo, who was walking in the front, looked around, feeling strange inexplicably in his heart.

It's like someone peeping at you in the dark when walking at night, and there are more than one.

Pointing at himself, he drew an oval that included the head, torso, and limbs, meaning "I don't feel well."

The last time the player was attacked when he crossed the ghost forest, if he hadn't run fast at that time, he probably would have left it there.

Now crossing again, the situation is different.

They need to go deep into the woods to find the mountain walker's hideout.

It is equivalent to knowing that there is a tiger, but walking towards the tiger mountain.

Qin Nuo thought for a while, and reminded Hanlin Zimo to take out the [portable oil lamp].

The latter knew it, and immediately took out the 25 cm high retro kerosene lamp, lit it.

The flames lit up and emitted a green light, which looked somewhat similar to the white paper lanterns of the paper figurines.

The coverage range is about five meters, covering exactly four players.

Hanlin Zimo glanced back and forth holding the oil lamp, and found that those peeping and coveting just now fled away and retreated after the fire was lit.

Really useful.