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The third floor was no longer suitable for observation, so Feng Ling went downstairs without hesitation.

A layer of snow had already covered the center of the earth building, and the red lanterns cast a layer of red light on the white snow.

Ding—ding ding…

Xie Ning looked up suddenly. The bell sounds came from the red lanterns, becoming more and more rapid, and the wind began to blow around them.

The wind suddenly blew up in the surrounding environment, which was obviously abnormal. Xie Ning hid his body behind the stage, and the position was just right to see Xiao Wen.

Xiao Wen was very nervous at this time. He knew very well that other players were nearby and were watching him, but he could not guarantee that they would save him.

Suddenly, Xiao Wen's expression became terrified and his eyes widened.

Xie Ning followed his gaze and was shocked.

A line of footprints appeared on the snow, heading towards Xiao Wen.

As the distance got closer, Xiao Wen tried to break free from the rope, but he was too hasty to do so.

Feng Ling took advantage of the pillar to sneak behind Xiao Wen, holding a small knife in his hand and cutting the rope.

Xiao Wen realized that his hands and feet had regained their freedom, so he quickly took out his weapon, left the snow, and went to the corridor.

The bells were still ringing, and the red cloth on the stage suddenly flew up. The fog seemed to deliberately avoid the stage, allowing people to see everything on the stage clearly.

Various musical instruments began to play on the stage, and a figure in red appeared in the center, dancing like a red mist.

A mournful voice sounded, like an opera, but it was unclear what was being sung.

The sound from the stage did not reach the room at all. After it became completely dark outside, Hua Meng did not rush to light the candle, but waited for a while.

Starting from the doors and windows, the cold air gradually seeped in, and a thin layer of frost formed on the windowsills and door cracks. The window paper on the outside of the earth building was deformed by the strong wind, and a distorted human face could be vaguely seen on it.

Hua Meng lit a red candle at this time. The warm yellow candlelight illuminated half of the room. The frost gradually melted, and the temperature in the room continued to rise, and then maintained at a warm and suitable temperature.

The wind outside the window gradually died down, and the ghost face opened its mouth again unwillingly, and then disappeared.

The method of gathering mist is the same as that of drawing a dream, but the effect of a white candle is completely different from that of a red candle.

In the pale candlelight, the shadows of various objects seemed to be distorted. Outside the window, there were densely packed faces of all kinds, and frost covered almost everything in the room.

But Lian Wu allowed this change to happen. He wanted to see if the window paper could actually block out the things outside.

If we can stop them, that would be the best. But it doesn’t matter if we can’t. Lian Wu doesn’t mind forcibly helping them to be liberated.

The temperature was getting lower and lower, but Lianwu didn't show any sign of shivering. Instead, he felt that the temperature was quite comfortable.

He vaguely remembered a term called background check. It seemed that these ghosts forgot to do background check before implementing their plan and actually tried to freeze him to death.

Death from heat might be possible, but death from freezing is probably a fantasy.

At first glance, the ghost faces outside the window seemed to be about to break in, but Lian Wu stared at them for more than ten minutes, and the window paper was not damaged at all.

"You're still so crazy even though you can't get in."

Lian Wu moved closer and looked at the largest face in the middle. He knew clearly that things outside could see inside.

When their eyes met, the biggest ghost face suddenly retreated.

"Didn't you come here to scare people? Why did you get scared instead?"

The ghost face outside was forced to face Lianwu's bad taste, and was finally described by Lianwu as "unprofessional".

The white candle burns very slowly. It has only burned a small part after such a long time. Lian Wu estimates that this white candle can burn at least until dawn.

He was not in a hurry and just let the white candle burn. As long as the candle was not extinguished, the ghost face outside could not leave, and the two sides were in a stalemate.

The ghost faces couldn't speak and could only passively listen to Lianwu chattering in the house. By the second half of the night, several of the ghost faces were already suspicious of the ghost's life.

The expected chaotic scene did not occur. Zhou Yixi moved a chair to sit in the corridor and covered herself with a blanket.

She had been sitting here waiting before it got dark. When it was about to get dark, a few players started to wait outside, but when the fog got thicker, most of those players went downstairs.

At this time, the only people left in the corridor on the third floor were Zhou Yixi and Mo Lu who was sitting opposite them.

Liang Tan was originally there, but a member of Wan Yaomei came up and announced something, and the two of them left in a hurry.

Mo Lu was forced to wear a cheongsam, and her legs were shaking with cold, but in order to pass the dungeon, she had to grit her teeth and endure it.

She also noticed the candles in the room, but for safety reasons, Mo Ru did not use them. This was the disadvantage of going through a dungeon alone: someone she did not trust could help her without hesitation when she was in danger.

She had already quit the guild before entering the dungeon. After all, she only needed to go through two more dungeons to leave Jingyi, so there was no point in staying in the guild.

Zhou Yixi is actually not much better off. I really don’t understand what the Tao family is thinking. They want the women in the family to wear cheongsams in the middle of winter. Aren’t they afraid of freezing to death?

At first, many players on the first floor were a little wary, but as time went on, the female ghost seemed to be still immersed in her performance, not caring at all that the audience around her were already drowsy.

At some point, the ringing slowed down, and several players in the corridor fell to the ground and fell asleep.

Lian Wu waited until late at night, but Feng Ling still didn't come back. It was too quiet outside, so Lian Wu vaguely sensed something was wrong, so he picked up the candlestick and pushed open the door.

The ghost face outside the window didn't react for a moment, and never expected that Lian Wu would suddenly open the door and walk out.

The dancing flames flickered in the wind and snow, but showed no signs of going out.

A thin layer of snow had piled up at the entrance of Lianwu, and every step left a footprint.

Not far away, Zhou Yixi had fallen unconscious on a chair, holding a red plum blossom in her hand.

There was not a speck of snow on the red plum blossom. Lian Wu pulled the red plum blossom out of her hand.

Zhou Yixi suddenly woke up and just as she was about to stand up, she found that her legs were frozen.

"Find a way to rest first and don't touch Hongmei."

Only then did Zhou Yixi notice the bright red flowers at her feet.

"be careful."

Walking down the stairs, Lianwu could vaguely hear some noisy sounds. He held the candlestick in his left hand and the sword in his right hand, always alert to his surroundings.

It wasn't until he reached the first floor that Lian Wu finally knew the source of the sound.

Two ghosts covered in red were tearing a corpse apart, their blood dyeing the area beneath the corpse red, making it particularly conspicuous in the snow.

The goblin turned its head as if sensing something, revealing a distorted face with fresh flesh and blood hanging on its fangs.

Their red eyes stared at the white candle in Lianwu's hand. As Lianwu approached, they retreated together, then climbed up the wall like geckos and climbed out of the earthen building, giving Lianwu no chance to kill them at all.

Lian Wu didn't chase them. He walked closer to the corpse, bought a pair of white rubber gloves, put them on, and then pulled the corpse's hair to force the head up.

It’s Xiao Wen.

The ghost did not kill anyone else, but only killed Xiao Wen. This is obviously not a coincidence.