Chapter 105 Double Happiness Town (6) The ghost covers his eyes
With a muffled sound of "dong", the black coffin hit the ground.
The sudden impact dispersed several clusters of fog, and the white dust and white fog were mixed together, making it indistinguishable.
Shang Qingbei saw a crowd of people in front of him. Men, women, old and young in black mourning clothes gathered in a circle. The illusory shadows made hazy movements to wipe away tears, and the mourning sounds like ghost cries came one after another.
“Uuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu…Unlucky baby…”
"He's dead, so pitiful, he didn't enjoy a few days of happiness..."
"Hehehehe, life is bad, I can't bear it..."
If I could still say the first few sentences You can hear the crying tone, and the next few sentences have an obviously smiling tone, seeming to be happy about the passing of the deceased.
To say he was happy is not accurate, the tone was more like a secret joy after the disaster, as if the sword of Damocles that was originally hanging above his head finally fell and hit the other person's head.
Shang Qingbei got goosebumps one after another and shivered greatly.
The overwhelming coldness surged up again, as if I was standing naked in the cold winter wind, having my bones ripped away by the knife-like north wind, freezing every corner of my blood vessels and tendons.
A gust of wind came, and the phantom in front of me was blown away into dust and sand, flying into the air, and slowly settling again.
All the strange things disappeared, there were no ghosts, no singing of blessings, the world was silent and surprisingly peaceful for a while.
Only the coffin resting quietly among the piles of paper money can prove that a strange event did happen just now, and a ghost was walking through the streets.
Shang Qingbei used the moonlight to stare at the bone-white debris scattered around the coffin, shook it again, and then heard a "whoosh" blowing sound behind his ears.
The gossamer-like coolness ruffles the hair, as gently and delicately as the vibrating wings of a cicada in autumn, making people's necks itch.
‘The kid blows out the lamp, you can’t help but say whether it will be extinguished or not. '
Li Yao's words echoed in his ears. Shang Qingbei turned his head stiffly and saw a young man wearing a white shirt and black trousers standing next to him. He was in black and white like a portrait, hanging loosely. On the door, breathing rhythmically.
Shang Qingbeifu breathed a sigh of relief, and the anger that rebounded from fear surged up like a tide: "Qi Wen, we are all players, please stop treating me like a child and scare me when you have nothing to do - This is not fun at all!"
"I'm scaring you?" The thin-as-paper young man raised his eyebrows in confusion, "Why are you so timid? Didn't Sister-in-law Xu say that you only need a shoulder? If the Yang fire is not extinguished, ghosts will be afraid of people.”
He said this sincerely, as if he was really comforting his frightened teammates; the smile that matched the words was obviously narrow-minded, and his words showed an attitude of coaxing a child.
Shang Qingbei felt angry when he thought that he was so frightened that he almost fainted, while "Qi Wen" stood by calmly and calmly.
How come you don’t gasp when you see a ghost? Is this still a human being? Even for an experienced player, is this too exaggerated?
He became even more convinced that "Qi Wen" was definitely the one with more mental alienation among the veteran players.
What did his thoughts touch? Shang Qingbei turned his head to look at the young man and asked doubtfully: "Where is Xu Wen's makeup mirror? I remember that you have been holding it in your hand and turning on the LED light for illumination."
"Make-up mirror?"
The young man tilted his head. Under the moonlight, his calm face was a bit whiter than the paper money piled on the floor. His bloodless lips were as gray as a tombstone. of stone carvings.
A sense of disharmony suddenly arose, and Shang Qingbei discovered belatedly that the surrounding environment had darkened at some point. Only the pale moonlight provided no light, but instead cast a shadow over all the scenes. It has a layer of eerie color and looks even more ghostly.
The young man suddenly smiled brightly, revealing his teeth as fine as white stones: "It should have been left in the yard, you go back with me to get it."
Shang Qingbei felt that his His wrist was grabbed by an iron-like hand, which made his bones ache.
The young man looked thin and frail, but he was very strong, so he dragged him towards the house without any explanation.
No! Something is wrong!
Shang Qingbei felt the cold touch where the skin met, and a terrifying guess arose in his heart.
He hooked the arm holding the dictionary with the doorpost on one side and stood still while looking around hastily.
The environment around us has become unfamiliar. All the houses and buildings with white walls and black tiles have disappeared, leaving only a vague mist.
In the vast open space, only a large black and white mansion stood up in front of me. Two white paper lanterns hung under the eaves, with the ferocious word "囍" written on them in black pen.
The closed black wooden door had a crack crookedly opened, and dark red blood seeped out from the crack, slowly and thickly flowing towards his feet.
The tall mansion gave people a tomb-like feeling, and Shang Qingbei suddenly had an idea: once he entered it, he would die!
"No, Brother Qi, I'll wait for you here. You can go in by yourself." Shang Qingbei looked up at the young man who was half a head taller than him and said calmly.
The young man turned his head to an angle that was impossible for humans to achieve, and his dark eyes lowered to look at him: "Let's go in together."
Shang Qingbei saw that under the moonlight, the young man's shadow was long and slender, but he had hairpins on his head, long sleeves and narrow clothes. He clearly looked like a woman!
......
"It's so beautiful."
Outside the house, Qisi stared directly at the black coffin lying in front of him, and couldn't help but admire it. .
Standing aside, Li Yao fiddled with a stack of paper money in her hand and shook her head: "The soul-suppressing coffin is a very dangerous thing. If there are not enough corpses to fill it, it may backfire on strangers."
"Is that so?" Qisi squinted his eyes and turned his head to look at the tall woman behind him, "Are ten corpses enough? If not, I can add a few more."
Li Yao looked sleepy. He lowered his head and said in a cold voice: "How come you have so many corpses?"
Chis smiled: "I forgot to mention, I am a taxidermist and I deal with a bunch of corpses all day long."
He put his right hand on his left wrist and tapped the surface of the destiny pocket watch repeatedly, making a soft "knock-knock" sound.
On the third knock, Li Yao's slightly distorted voice sounded sinisterly: "Then tell me, am I a dead person or a living person?"
The pale woman suddenly raised her head. On her powdered face, only her lips were as red as blood. Her pupil-less eyes were curved into crescents, and her lips and teeth matched to make a ghostly smile.
The chill spread from the soles of the feet and penetrated into the limbs and bones, and the skin on the surface seemed to be covered with a thin layer of frost.
Qisi shivered physiologically, but he closed his slightly thin shirt with his hands, tilted his head and stared at the woman in front of him, as if he was carefully considering the answer he was about to say.
"People walk on human roads, ghosts walk on ghost roads, humans and ghosts follow different paths, yin and yang are different paths -"
Weird singing and blessing sounds were buzzing and mixed beside the coffin. Hypocritical mourning:
"UuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuHurry up and get into the coffin. Once you're in the coffin, everything will be fine..."
"Hee hee hee, it's okay to die, you don't have to worry about anything after you die..."
< br>Qie Qie Cha Cha’s discussion was heard in thin tones, and was suddenly interrupted by a sharp singing voice:
“If you don’t bring it with you in life, you won’t take it with you in death. There are countless blessings and misfortunes. Please——"
Like a final verdict, all other voices were suppressed in an instant, leaving only the lingering sound of oneself.
"It's so noisy." Qisi snorted lightly, raised his hand and stroked his forehead.
After receiving no response for a long time, the woman opened her blood-red mouth, her face almost touching the tip of Qisi's nose: "You have seen many corpses, tell me - am I a dead person or a living person? ?”
…“Tick, tick.”
The sound in my ears is tapping again and again at the same frequency. .
Li Yao felt a palpitation in her heart, and opened her eyes in confusion, only to see that her eyes were full of red.
The red gauze curtain above the head is windless and automatic, and a white candle is burning on the bedside table.
The blood-like word "囍" was pasted on the wooden door in front of me. It hit my eyes and stung my eyes.
Li Yao found herself sitting beside the bed, a red wedding dress wrapped heavily and complicatedly around her body, making her breathless.
"Where is...?"
She pinched her wrist and felt a faint sting. At this point, she understood: this was not a dream, but the mechanism of the copy itself.
Is it the death point, or is it an addition to the backstory?
Li Yao writes supernatural novels for a living. She knows a lot about gods and ghosts. She knows that the more you fear something, the more trouble it will cause you.
She remained calm, stood up as silently as possible, moved cautiously towards the door, and tentatively stretched out her hand to push the door open.
The door was pushed open.
In front of him was a completely unfamiliar courtyard. In the center of the flat ground covered with red debris, there is a blue-black ancient well, and a woman in red clothes sits beside the well.
The woman's hair is so long that it drags to the ground. The whole person is like a sculpture made of hair, motionless and silent.
She is a ghost!
Li Yao held her breath, took small steps back to the room, touched the door leaf with her elbow, and made a soft "pop" sound.
The woman turned her head quickly, her cold gaze fixed on Li Yao's face: "Help me...you help me...can you?"
...
Qisi took care of the woman who was obviously a ghost, strolled back to the house, and closed the door.
Something is really wrong tonight.
He woke up in the middle of the night for no reason. When he opened his eyes, he saw the ghost transformed by Xi'er lying beside his bed. The rancid smell was so offensive that he almost vomited in disgust.
After a while, Li Yao also woke up and asked him if he wanted to go out together.
Out of his familiarity and interest in the temperament of a certain kind of magician, coupled with the mentality of "I'm still awake, I'll lose if I don't go out and see", he readily agreed.
The two of them went out together and stood outside the house for a while, watching the funeral procession marching past and placing the coffin at the door.
Then, Li Yao turned into a ghost inexplicably.
Now that I think about it, all of this seems weird.
Even the thinking mode for making decisions is very weird, more like following intuition than rationality.
This feeling was very bad and made Qisi feel that he was getting closer to Chang Xu's idiot.
"Is there a copy that can affect judgment? I hope this influence will not be brought to reality, otherwise it would be better for me to die immediately." Qisi thought wistfully, walked straight to the east wing, pushed the door open and entered .
Four teammates slept like dead pigs, from left to right, Li Yao, Liu Bingding, Du Xiaoyu, and Shang Qingbei.
The bed that belonged to him in the middle was empty, and the cotton mattress was still warm.
"Did I just leave for such a short time? Was it just me who got tricked, or something else?" Qisi thought endlessly, reaching out to touch Du Xiaoyu's bed.
Du Xiaoyu slept very honestly, snoring loudly and drooling on the pillow.
Even if Zeiss roughly opened his pillow and took away the mobile phone underneath, he showed no sign of waking up.
Qisi stood aside and pressed the power button on his phone.
Following a bright power-on ringtone, the blue light shone on his face, which was as white as a ghost, illuminating patches of his face.
After playing with this phone for so long, the battery is still full.
Qisi half-closed his eyes, swiped his fingers flexibly on the screen a few times, clicked into the phone book, and dialed the number of the only contact.
The phone rang not far away. It sounded erratic through the door panel, but it was still possible to determine the direction of the ring.
——In the coffin outside the door, Xu Wen's mobile phone is in the coffin.
"Is Xu Wen really dead? It seems like it saves the trouble of communication." Qisi put his hand into his pocket, and there seemed to be something bulging inside.
He grabbed a handful and found it was a handful of broken paper coins.
What's going on? When did these things come to him? How come he has no impression at all?
Qisi has always been very mobile. When he became suspicious, he immediately got up from the bed, touched the side of Li Yao's bed, and put his hand into the latter's pocket.
After his fingertips touched the rough surface of the paper money, he quickly pulled it back and gently tucked the quilt back into its original shape.
He went to several other sleeping players to follow the same method and came to the desired conclusion.
“Only Li Yao and I have paper money in our pockets. What’s the principle?”
Chiss sat back on his bed and fell into deep thought.
Double Happiness Town is a ghost town, and paper money is ghost money. Does the dungeon put paper money on players to let players spend it?
Or is it that someone has died and become a ghost, so there is paper money on him?
Qisi rubbed his chin and thought with interest: It would be convenient if he became a ghost, just kill all the other players.
Of course, it’s no trouble now.
Regardless of whether you are a ghost or not, you can try killing someone first.
Qisi pulled out the blade from his bracelet and slashed it at the back of Liu Bingding’s neck.
The expected toughness of cutting through the skin never appeared, and the blade slipped through the skin and flesh, like passing through a phantom.
Can’t it be killed?
Qisi narrowed his eyes slightly and stabbed Du Xiaoyu on the other side, with the same result.
He tried them all without belief, and no one shed even a drop of blood.
On the system interface, a line of prompt text refreshed silently:
[In this copy, you cannot kill sleeping players]
(End of this chapter )