Chapter 288 The small county town in the painting
The atmosphere on the field was a little solemn for a while. Whether they wanted to die or not, they all stared at Lin Yuanqing.
The two sides were in a stalemate, three minutes later.
Chu Huachao suddenly woke up with a gasp. He looked around and seemed to see something terrifying. His body subconsciously shrank behind Lin Yuanqing.
"Say it directly!" Lin Yuanqing frowned and said.
Chu Huachao did not hesitate, pointed to a person in the crowd, and said with a little fear in his voice: "Captain Lin, she... is that old woman, she wants to kill me."
As soon as the words came out, he almost Everyone looked at the old lady, and Lin Yuanqing also looked over.
He was the person who kept his head down in front, and he was also one of the few people among the fifty or so people who could fight back under Lin Yuanqing's suppression.
Lin Yuanqing turned to Yang Xiaotian and said in a cold tone: "His ghost is a precognitive supernatural being. I don't need to tell you how rare this kind of supernatural power is, right?"
Yang Xiaotian also frowned, and he turned around , looked at the old lady and asked: "Old lady Liu, is what he said true? You know my methods. If you deny it, don't say it."
The old woman still lowered her head, but an old voice still came out: "I just don't understand, there are so many of us, and this young man has what we need, why don't we just grab it?"
As soon as he said these words, almost all the messengers were stunned. There was a hint of fierceness in their eyes, and they all turned to look at Lin Yuanqing.
Yes, there are so many of them, and they will not die. Why should they complete some kind of trade? Wouldn't it be better to just rob them?
"Shut up." Yang Xiaotian saw that the situation was not right and scolded him directly.
Suddenly, the fierce light in those people's eyes dissipated a little, and they almost forgot who had the final say here.
"Such a thing won't happen now." Yang Xiaotian turned to Lin Yuanqing and said.
At the same time as Yang Xiaotian spoke, Chu Huachao's eyes closed again, as if his prediction was triggered again.
Lin Yuanqing was noncommittal and looked at Chu Huachao. The meaning was self-evident. He would wait until the result of this prediction came out.
If the predicted result is changed, the supernatural will automatically feedback. This is also the characteristic of the ghost, and the feedback time is very short.
"Captain Lin, the prediction result has been changed. They restricted the old lady." Chu Huachao opened his eyes and whispered to Lin Yuanqing.
Lin Yuanqing frowned. This ability to predict ghosts has basically been explored. This ability is of no use to him because his combat power is too strong, but he is still very good as a teammate.
At first, he planned to let Chu Huachao stay here, which was also the source of the prediction just now, but now he has changed his mind. This ability is too rare, and he would rather look elsewhere first.
Thinking about it, the black light on his body flashed, and he disappeared with Chu Huachao in an instant. He wanted to leave, and no one present could stop him.
When Lin Yuanqing disappeared, Yang Xiaotian just looked back, shook his head, and walked into the depths of the post office.
At this time, those people realized that they had foreseen that if they couldn’t beat them, they couldn’t run away? Who can catch up in such a huge ghost realm?
They all looked at Yang Xiaotian and understood that it wasn't that he didn't want to grab it, but that they couldn't stop him if he wanted to leave.
On the other side, after Lin Yuanqing left the post office with Chu Huachao, they came to a winding and twisted road, seeming to have returned to the rhythm at the beginning.
The trip to the post office in this painting was not fruitless. At least he got to know the general strength and personality of these people, as well as some secrets about the couriers.
Tap tap tap tap
Except for the footsteps of the two people, there was no other sound on this quiet path. The silence was terrifying.
Chu Huachao followed Lin Yuanqing closely, with a smile on his face, probably because he was not used as a bargaining chip at the post office.
Ahead, that kind of three-way intersection appeared again. Lin Yuanqing stopped, opened his ghost eyes, and looked on both sides.
Instead of going back the way we came, we walked to the other side.
As the distance between the two gets closer and closer, the things ahead become clearer and clearer under the eyes of ghosts.
It was a small county town, old, dark, depressing and dilapidated.
The county town is not big, with only four streets, which seem to be distributed in a tic-tac-shape, and the architectural style is that of the 1970s and 1980s, but it is eerily quiet, with no noise at all, and no one around, just like a ghost town. , everywhere is filled with a weird feeling that people can't adapt to.
Chu Huachao also saw clearly what was ahead. He whispered: "Team Lin Lin, do we want to go in?"
"You haven't figured out the triggering rules of precognitive ghosts yet. "Huh?" Lin Yuanqing asked calmly, but his pace of progress did not change at all.
Chu Huachao was thinking, and before he could think of the correct answer, Lin Yuanqing said directly: "You will be passively triggered when you are in danger, and you will get feedback if you change in the future."
Chu Huachao thought about the recent predictions, and he found that this was really the case. He just had to watch his own death again every time, and he was too nervous to discover this.
After thinking about it, Chu Huachao immediately felt that his new ability was really awesome, but it was a pity that there was no combat power bonus.
Suddenly, Lin Yuanqing stood still. The dirt road under his feet had been completed. There was a cement road in front of him. The two roads were only one step away.
He turned to look at Chu Huachao and found that his ability was still not triggered. This showed that even if there was danger inside, he could handle it without too much effort.
Stepping forward, the two of them stepped directly into this small county town. The surrounding wooden buildings had a crumbling feeling, as if a stronger wind could blow them away.
The two continued to walk forward, and Lin Yuanqing was also carefully sensing the location of the puzzle, but the feeling of calling was still everywhere, without an accurate direction.
"Team Lin Lin, there is a sound." Chu Huachao's voice was trembling, as if he was afraid!
Suddenly.
Some strange sounds suddenly echoed in this quiet county. The sounds were very small at first, but then they gradually became louder.
Lin Yuanqing frowned and walked forward in search of the sound. The two of them quickly shuttled through this small county town, very quickly.
At the end of the road, after turning a corner, he immediately shrank his eyes, with a trace of surprise in his pure white eyes.
It was a stage. The ground made of wood was covered with a black cloth, but the top of the stage was hung with long white cloth strips. This black and white combination gave people the feeling of a funeral. I really don’t know whether this stage is built for the living or the dead.
It’s just that there are no people on the stage, and there are no ghosts. It’s empty.
But there are long wooden benches placed under the stage. These wooden benches are covered with red paint, as bright as blood.
Similarly, the wooden benches were also empty, with no one sitting on them. (End of this chapter)