infinite danger

Later in the night, the wind picked up.

Looking down from a high place, the wind blows the lush thatch, and the whole hillside looks like a wrinkled ocean. Further down, there are scattered tall buildings, and a small lantern is like a little spark, connecting with the stars in the sky.

Stars and bright moons, all the birds return to their nests.

A swaying flame emerged from not far away.

"Someone is here..." Ah Ming stopped Ji Siwei's wheelchair, and asked in confusion, "Who will go up the mountain at this time?"

The loose clothes swayed in the wind, and the tall and thin figure was getting closer.

The visitor raised his head, revealing a delicate and fair face covered with dark clouds.

The moment he saw Ji Siwei and Ah Ming, his eyes lit up instantly, the dark clouds on his face cleared up, and he ran towards them quickly.

It's a little dumb.

He was quite conscientious, and when he found out that Ji Siwei and Ah Ming hadn't fled back to the village, he went back to the woods with a small torch to look for them.

Thinking that they were many and lucky, they also imagined several tragedies.

Seeing the little mute galloping, Ji Siwei bent his eyes in relief, his lips dimpled slightly.

If the little mute's reaction is acting, let alone the Golden Pig and Horse Awards, I am afraid that the Oscar statuettes can win several Oscars.

From now on, you can try to trust the little mute.

The little mute pursed his lips and walked around Ji Siwei and Ah Ming in a daze.

Walked around again.

Ji Siwei had observed carefully before, Wang Yiyi intentionally approached the little mute, but the little mute hadn't paid much attention to him, he thought the little mute was the cold-faced and cold-hearted type.

I didn't expect him to be so naive when facing "one of my own".

After making sure that they were unharmed, the little mute breathed a sigh of relief, and then gestured to them in sign language.

"He said, it's great that you're all right."

Ah Ming translated without warning.

"Do you understand sign language?"

Ji Siwei looked at her sideways with a surprised tone.

"Because of a certain experience in childhood, it can be regarded as proficient."

Ah Ming spoke lightly, his eyes passed Ji Siwei's face, and he glanced at his wrist intentionally or unintentionally—a red rope was wrapped around his bony wrist, and a copper coin with a square hole was hung on it.

"So that's how it is." Ah Ming didn't go into details, and Ji Siwei didn't have the habit of inquiring about other people's privacy and past, so he naturally changed the subject: "Two of the nine people died, and it should be Christmas Eve in the middle of the night, let's go back to the ancient village. I can sleep for a while."

"From the perspective of probability, it is really unlikely that the killing limit of this dungeon exceeds two." Ah Ming pushed the wheelchair down steadily: "However, the death conditions in this dungeon are too complicated, and everything needs to be careful. "

"Being called by a stranger on the road, you may die if you answer, you may die if your mask falls off during a ritual ceremony, you may die if you are stared at by a ghost..." Ji Siwei lazily raised the corners of his lips, and the smile didn't reach his eyes : "In just one night, there are so many death conditions. The dungeon has not yet entered the theme, and a small boss can make us so embarrassed. How terrifying is this dungeon?"

"The higher the difficulty, the more special the dungeon, the richer the reward." Ah Ming's voice changed: "But think about it carefully, you encountered a dungeon with a perverted theme for the first time, and the dungeon got out of control in the middle. Entering the special theme dungeon, this luck is no one."

"You have a black physique, the kind that is difficult to cure once diagnosed."

Ji Siwei's eyes curled up, his eyelashes overlapped with the shadow, his flying phoenix eyes softened a little: "The chances are so low, we still meet again, I think I'm lucky."

Hearing this, even the straight daughter Ru Ah Ming couldn't help laughing: "Brother Huya, I didn't realize you were so good at talking before."

Glancing at the puppet sitting on Ji Siwei's shoulder, Ah Ming suppressed his smile and guessed:

"I now strongly suspect that the root cause of the loss of control in the last dungeon was that the spirit in the dungeon fell in love with you."

"The spirit of the tool did not keep its original position, and there was a loophole in the dungeon protection mechanism, which caused the ghosts outside the mission site to take advantage of the gap."

Ji Siwei was taken aback by the amount of information contained in just one sentence, and didn't even bother to correct Ah Ming's wording.

The little puppet turned around, hugged its short hands, and snorted ferociously at Ah Ming, expressing its dissatisfaction with the evaluation of "not keeping its original position".

"Be polite and be obedient." Ji Siwei hugged the little puppet back with one hand, and then said in his unique, slow voice: "The reason why the copy is out of control must be related to a loophole in the protection mechanism, but it should be related to the little puppet. Puppets don't matter."

"If it's an unresponsive, corpse-like tool spirit, how could it take the risk to save us?"

"It makes sense." Ah Ming was persuaded by Ji Siwei.

The little puppet nodded vigorously, then shook its head, and rubbed Ji Siwei's palm, obviously very satisfied with what the master said.

……

On the other side, inside the old house in the ancient village.

As soon as the villagers returned to the village, they all went back to their homes and closed their doors.

The three escaped had no choice but to return to this house.

The three of them were still in shock, slumped on the sofa covered in sweat, and hadn't escaped from the horrific pursuit just now.

"Woooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo..."

Wang Yiyi buried her head in the pillow, crying and venting her fear, trembling all over.

"Don't get too into the drama, those are just NPCs, not living people, so just treat this as a VR game with a strong sense of substitution."

Li Yin rubbed his face vigorously, his pale face turned a little red from the violence.

He was comforting her, but he didn't even believe what he said.

"But... but... the brother who wears glasses and that gentle sister... woooooooooooooooooooooooooo..." Wang Yiyi cried even louder: "The others also... Gone too..."

"Fuck." The fat man in the ball suit cursed in a low voice, he was terrified by what happened just now, his face was pale, and his mood was a little irritable: "Can you please stop crying!"

Wang Yiyi was shaken all over, and buried her face even deeper, she didn't dare to speak any more, and only made a suppressed sobbing sound, as if she was about to lose her breath at any moment.

"Okay!" Li Yin reprimanded the fat man in the ball uniform, and said in a deep voice, "The others don't know whether they are dead or alive. Now it's just the three of us, please be friendly."

"Fuck." The fat man in the ball uniform rubbed his chicken nest irritably, and pulled out a crumpled cigarette case from his belt: "I'm going out to smoke a cigarette."

Li Yin frowned and waved his hands: "Don't go far, it's not safe now."

"What kind of broken place is this? I thought it was good to stay here because my head was flooded."

The fat man in the ball uniform was smoking a cigarette, swearing and walking outside, and unknowingly walked to the backyard.

"There is actually a courtyard here."

The fat man in the ball suit squatted in the corridor, clasped his hands together, and lit a cigarette.

Taking a deep breath, my numb head finally regained consciousness.

When the smoke was halfway down, he suddenly heard someone calling his name behind him.

"Mo Yougan... Mo Yougan..."

"Hee hee... what are you doing here?"