Chapter 123 Double Happiness Town (Twenty-four) Hundred Ghost Walks
Du Xiaoyu’s real name is “Du Xiaoyu”. This name is so common that there are so many people picking it up on the street that there is no need to modify or conceal it.
As his name suggests, he is a very ordinary person, with only compulsory education level, no fixed job, and no outstanding abilities.
Since the age of fourteen, when his father was arrested on charges of "endangering federal security" and his mother remarried, he began to mingle in society, hugging the thighs of local gangsters, running around and charging people's heads, and walking around in the neighborhood. Quite a bad reputation.
Later, due to the fierce quarrels between local resistance groups and cults, the federal government tightened its control and began to crack down on small gangs. Du Xiaoyu also suffered a lot, and he stayed there for three years.
After he came out, he lost his energy and usually worked odd jobs peacefully. Only when the neighbors pointed at him, would he roll up his sleeves and rush over to give him a few punches.
He was good at boxing and kicking, and those who had a grudge with him often did not fare well. Gradually, people did not dare to tease him and avoided him.
He was alone, feeling lonely, and often causing trouble. But no one pays attention to him in small matters, and big things will come into play again.
He was not very courageous, and was far from willing to kill himself. In the end, he could only numb himself through alcohol and the Internet, and lived in confusion all day long.
Until the emergence of weird games.
That day, Du Xiaoyu was drunk, and he heard a voice saying to him in a daze:
[Enter the weird game, you will get everything you want, wealth, power, health... everything]< br>
At that time, he just felt that God had opened his eyes and that his chance to change his destiny finally came, so he agreed without even thinking about it.
But after entering the game, he discovered that there were tens of thousands of players in the game. He, who had no supernatural knowledge and was afraid of ghosts and death, was still at the bottom, a stepping stone for those powerful and brilliant people.
The enthusiasm at the beginning quickly cooled down. When Du Xiaoyu opened his eyes every day, he thought about how to survive and how to leave the game.
Fortunately, although he himself has no skills, he is quite good at reading people. He can always spot the strong person in the crowd who has the most hope of survival at a glance. Then he hugs the thigh tightly and licks the person to make him feel comfortable, and he can often get a share of the pie. .
Meeting Qisi in the copy of "Double Happiness Town" was beyond Du Xiaoyu's expectation.
He had seen Qisi in the newspaper, but he was not a so-called fan. On the contrary, he was a little jealous of this peer.
Why did both parents die? The other party’s parents were intellectuals and left a large inheritance after their death; while his parents left him nothing but a bad debt.
Why can the other party become a famous taxidermist without graduating from high school, while he is nothing?
Du Xiaoyu knows that people cannot be compared with each other, and the world is naturally unfair. If it were in reality, he would curse a few words; but in a weird game, he would never dare to make a mistake.
He could only make an expression of admiration and hugged her into his lap as quickly as he had ever done before.
Licking who is not licking? Anyway, he was used to it, and having read the reports just helped him get closer to Ziss faster.
But now, when I recall everything that happened when I entered this dungeon, I can no longer ignore the slight resentment in my heart at the beginning.
Du Xiaoyu could no longer suppress the resentful thoughts - no one here thought highly of him, everyone was bullying him.
"Du Xiaoyu, come here quickly, why are you walking so slowly?" Xu Yao's soft voice sounded far in front.
Du Xiaoyu suddenly realized that while he was distracted, Xu Yao had already walked a long way and was standing at the intersection ten meters ahead, looking back.
The sky turned out to be not as dark as expected. The cold white moonlight shone from overhead, casting a silvery glow on the streets, houses and figures. Xu Yao's shadow was faint and slanted on the ground, like a hazy fog.
"You're walking so fast and you don't wait for me..." Du Xiaoyu muttered and walked forward, but felt as if his ankle was caught by something.
He lowered his head and saw that at some point, his shadow had turned into two!
In addition to his original shadow, there was also the shadow of a woman with a bun and a petite figure. She was grabbing the ankles of his shadow with both hands. She seemed to be shaking slightly due to excessive exertion.
Du Xiaoyu broke out in cold sweat, as if a sledgehammer hit his chest, making his whole body numb and unable to move.
He opened his mouth for a long time before shouting "Li Yao". The sound was hoarse and strange, as if someone else was making a sound through his mouth.
"Wrong call, hee hee." Xu Yao turned her head and looked at him and smiled.
Du Xiaoyu woke up from a dream and quickly changed his words: "Xu Yao, help me..."
Aren’t you proficient in supernatural knowledge? Didn’t you clear five dungeons? Help me...
"Come here." Xu Yao's voice was as sharp as scratching glass with her fingernails.
Du Xiaoyu did not dare to neglect, and laboriously approached step by step. But for some reason, Xu Yao's figure became farther and farther away, leaving only a blurry silver shadow in the moonlight, as if he could not touch it. Mirage.
"Xu Yao, wait for me..."
Du Xiaoyu called with a trembling voice. Suddenly, he felt as if his shoulder was blown by some wind, and he felt cold for a moment. .
A woman's voice sounded from under her feet: "Are you calling me?"
A dead face that looked like it was made out of white paper was pasted on the tip of Du Xiaoyu's nose, with blood-like vermilion on both cheeks and lips. The whiteless eyes are embedded with bloodshot eyes, which are vicious and ferocious.
Du Xiaoyu screamed, almost fainting, and his whole body was as cold as an ice cellar.
Something tapped his shoulder, and he felt his soul floating out of his body and falling straight forward.
I don’t know when there was a well in front of him. He fell into it and sank lightly in the long silence.
At his last glance, he saw his body sitting at the bottom of the well.
……
The other end.
Half a step behind the young man, Shang Qingbei silently took out a page of rice paper from the English dictionary and wrote the name "Qisi" on the hard cover of the dictionary.
[Name: Fragmentary Pages of the Book of Life and Death (Consumables)]
[Type: Prop]
[Effect: While looking at the target's face, write down the target's name and cross it out, and the target will die within one minute (if a pseudonym is written, the success rate will be reduced) (30%)]
[Note: Who is qualified to decide the life and death of others? you? 】
This is Shang Qingbei’s trump card and the key to his smooth journey.
Even if there is only one chance, even if the success rate is only 30% most of the time, it can be used as an effective deterrent, so that some simple-minded violent elements will be forced to listen to his reasoning.
He bought an English dictionary from the mall and took it with him, not just to pretend to be an academic master, but more because he wanted to store the two props "Fragments of the Book of Life and Death" and "Reading Pen" in a more hidden way.
There is no doubt that he did a good job disguising himself.
And now, with just one stroke on the paper, he can kill the young man in front of him who has always considered himself a leader.
"Qisi, I want to talk to you." Shang Qingbei said calmly.
When the young man looked back at him, he raised the page in his hand: "As long as I cross out your name, you will die. I believe this result is not what you and I want to see. So..."
"Shh-" The young man quickly put his index finger to his lips.
There was no expression of surprise on that face as pale as a death, even if his real name was called, even if his life was threatened.
"The ghost is here." The young man said with a smile, his voice was very low, as if he was telling a secret that had been hidden for a long time.
The next second, the sound of the suona suddenly rose to a high pitch, almost piercing people's eardrums.
“People walk on human roads, ghosts walk on ghost roads, humans and ghosts follow different paths, yin and yang follow different paths——”
"If you don't bring it with you in life, you won't take it with you in death. You can count the rest, but you can't ask for blessings or misfortunes——"
The strange singing voice recited the words loudly, like howling in mourning.
Dots of white paper money fell from the sky one after another. Some accumulated on people, and some fell on the ground. Like snowflakes, they soon covered the entire street.
A huge black coffin appeared in the mist in the distance, surrounded by a group of paper figures wearing shrouds, slowly walking over with paper money all over the ground.
Some of the paper figures are smiling, some are crying, some are happy, some are sad, their facial features are weirdly twisted, and their mouths are grinning from ear to ear. The fog is getting thicker and thicker, and the temperature is getting lower and lower, like the cold winter after snow.
Shang Qingbei shuddered when he saw a photo of the deceased inlaid in front of the coffin, and it was his face that was painted on it!
His hair stood on end, and he quickly turned his head to look at the young man. The latter was as calm as a normal person, watching the funeral procession with interest.
“Qisi, are you responsible?” Shang Qingbei’s teeth chattered.
The young man looked at him coldly with a pair of dark eyes, not reflecting anyone's shadow: "I shouldn't have gone out tonight."
What not to do? How can I find a way to pass the level without coming out?
Shang Qingbei was confused for a moment.
The scripture paper clearly wrote those rules that seemed contradictory but actually implied a way out. He did not believe that his reasoning would be wrong.
The young man only looked at him with a half-smile, and sighed with half pity and half teasing: "I told you it was false, how could you still believe it?"
< br>Shang Qingbei’s pupils shrank, and he figured out the key almost immediately——
The text written on the sutra paper has never been refreshed on the system interface!
Those rules... are probably the same false clues as the mobile phone entries!
The scene at the Temple of Joy emerged in Shang Qingbei’s mind. At that time, Qisi took some prayer papers and burned them by the brazier, and vaguely said that they were burned to an acquaintance.
It is known that when you burn the prayer paper and think about what you want to say silently, those words will be reflected in the form of letters to the deceased.
Qisi went down into the well. There were many dead people down there, so the scriptures he brought up were probably burned by him himself!
The content above was all made up by him!
Shang Qingbei gritted his teeth and asked: "Why are you doing this?"
The young man smiled nonchalantly: "Don't you think this is fun?"
Fun What a ghost!
Shang Qingbei wanted to curse angrily, but couldn't find the exact words for the moment.
At the same time, another high-pitched voice of congratulations sounded from behind:
"Whose daughter is stupid and careless, foolish and easy to give birth to."
"Whose family is in ruins? The prodigal bought his wife in glory."
"The coffin was carried in a red sedan chair, and the sky was full of white ghosts."
"But I hope that the couple will live and die together, and their souls will return on the same day. Buried in the same hill.”
Shang Qingbei turned around stiffly and saw a bright red sedan chair moved over, carried by eight statues.
The statues carrying the sedan chair are the ones we met in the Temple of Joy. Their faces are grey, their bodies are painted red, and their movements are stiff and slow.
There were ghosts on both sides, and Shang Qingbei realized that he was blocked in the alleyway.
From the experience of the first night, it should be inferred that there are many dangers in Shuangxi Town at night; and this morning, we experienced the death of Xi'er, the encounter with a ghost in Xi's Temple, etc. No matter what, it is better to be cautious. It is safer to observe for one day.
It can be said that without the "rules" that Qisi brought up from underground, he would never have chosen to go out tonight.
But now the situation is obvious. Whether it was out of bad taste or for some other reason, Chiss forged clues and tricked him step by step into the point of death...
Looking at him standing loosely by the wall, Shang Qingbei, a young man with a face that looked like he was watching a show, felt deep in his heart.
He held the [Fragmentary Pages of the Book of Life and Death] high and threatened with a stern look: "If I die tonight, you won't be able to live!"
The young man looked at him indifferently and smiled: " I don’t believe it, why don’t you give it a try.”
The tone was nonchalant, as if he really didn’t care about life or death.
Shang Qingbei Qijie. He finally saw that Qisi was a psychopath who harmed others but did not benefit himself, and he had no intention of sitting down and talking with him!
Judging from various performances, Qisi has a high probability of psychological distortion, just like the massacre players!
There is a high probability that I will not survive tonight, it is better to die with the culprit...
A cruel mood grew in my heart, Shang Qingbei stopped talking nonsense and directly picked up the pen. Remove the word "QIS" from the page.
He looked at the prompt text of [The prop effect has been activated], and a relieved smile appeared on his lips - he should have done this a long time ago, and should not be held back by those inexplicable trade-offs.
In a weird game, killing people will not be sanctioned by violent agencies in reality. What is there to hesitate and shrink from?
At this moment, he even had some hope: he had completed the transaction with the existence in the dream, and that existence might save his life...
In silence, just Hear the young man ask abruptly: "What's the success rate of your prop?"
"One hundred percent." Shang Qingbei replied casually, "If you know the real name, it will definitely be judged as a success."
"Then. I feel relieved." The young man nodded seriously.
What's the meaning? Shang Qingbei couldn't figure out the situation for a while, but he didn't intend to argue. Talking to a dying person seemed stupid and cheap to him.
He counted the time in silence, one second at a time, until he reached sixty.
One minute has ended, but the young man in front of him is still standing, seemingly unscathed.
What's going on? Does Qiss have any more advanced life-saving tools?
Shang Qingbei was shocked, and then he saw the young man approaching his face with an exaggerated smile: "Of course it is because I am already dead..."
"I am now a ghost."
The young man's face was an abnormal pale white, his facial features flickered under the light of the LED light, and pupils lacking the whites of his eyes occupied the entire eye sockets. Even though he was so close, he couldn't feel his breath at all. Instead, he was exuding a cold air as cold as ice.
Reflecting on the various inconsistencies that the other party had experienced since he came up from the well, Shang Qingbei felt a chill creeping up his spine, as if a cold wind was blowing on his back.
"Your Yang Fire is extinguished." The young man said something incomprehensible and put his hand on his shoulder.
At the same time, Shang Qingbei felt a pain in the back of his neck, as if he had been scratched by some sharp object, and warm liquid gurgled out.
He suddenly realized that he was going to die, and he was killed by Qiss...
At the last second before losing his life, Shang Qingbei used all his strength to break the [Reading Pen] in his hand.
He thought victoriously and energetically: He refused to give this prop, which was very useful for solving puzzles, to Qisi, who was also a puzzle player. It would be good to make the opponent unhappy even for a second.
……
The underground world.
Qisi lay in the coffin, soaked in overwhelming pain, leaving only the instinct to struggle.
If he hadn't added an extra clause in the contract [not to tell anyone the whole story of the plan], and could now use the power of the rules to confine himself, I'm afraid he would soon reveal the location of the contract's authority.
Now, he can only hope that his body will move smoothly and faster, so that he will die early and be reborn...
I don’t know how long it took, but at a certain moment, Qisi felt something on his body All the pain disappeared, and the body became light and airy, as if it was outside the world.
He knew that he was finally going to die.
"Shang Qingbei, thank you very much. I will remember to burn an extra stick of incense for you during festivals in the future." Qisi felt sincerely grateful.
After seeing the golden eyes in the darkness go through stages of surprise, anger, and then fall apart into powder after being unable to recover, his joy reached its peak.
“What have you done?” asked the voice of God.
Qisi choked himself with laughter, and followed the end of the breath, and continued to laugh crazily from his soul:
"Guess - ah ha ha ha!"
Thanks to I Am Stone Man Unstoppable for the 30,000-point reward! The boss is mighty! Thanks to Midnight House Melon, Azuma Kiri, and anyone with Force-enhanced powers who gave me their monthly passes!
Also, I have chased (?) my goddess, hehehe... push my goddess’s book!
(End of this chapter)