Idle game leads to another world

The older generation often said that ghost stories should not be told in the middle of the night, otherwise ghosts would really come.

Let’s not talk about whether this is feudal superstition or not. The actions of those cowards pretending to be ghosts on the ground are almost the same as telling ghost stories.

Yang Yiyi, who was half asleep and half awake, saw that the clothes of the man in white outside the door looked like costumes, and she shuddered and woke up on the spot.

Especially when she thought of the story that the little girl in the inn told them not long ago, goose bumps suddenly appeared on the back of her neck like wheat waves in autumn.

At the same time, a low voice singing the lyrics of the play broke into everyone’s ears, singing:

“The people on the stage, every step and every sentence is lovesickness, but the people off the stage do not recognize the old acquaintances on the stage. The people off the stage, when they are on the list of successful candidates, the people on the stage sigh that there are lovesick people in the play.”

The voice is gentle and beautiful, and if it was on the stage, it would definitely attract cheers from everyone, but it happened in the middle of the night, and everyone would be panicked.

Many people were at a loss at the time, and the few cowards who were beaten were so scared that they rolled and crawled.

"Don't panic, there is no ghost! Someone must be playing tricks. Let me, Li Sheng, the Zhenjiang pestle, meet you!"

After saying that, a man jumped out from the crowd, holding a fine steel pestle, and flew towards the white shadow at the door.

With a bang, the fine steel pestle hit the ground at the door of the inn.

Li Sheng, who claimed to be the Zhenjiang pestle, was stunned. He clearly aimed at the smash, so why didn't he hit anything?

He turned around and faced the inn and said:

"Strange, where is the person?"

The others who stood still saw it clearly. As soon as Li Sheng's iron pestle smashed down, the white figure disappeared as if it had teleported.

"Brother Li, be careful! That person is gone!"

Just as someone in the crowd reminded him, he suddenly saw the puzzled Li Sheng lying on the ground without any warning.

Then the door rang again, and the door panel that was blown open by the wind slammed shut tightly as if controlled by an invisible man, locking Li Sheng out.

Of course, no one was in the mood to worry about Li Sheng's safety, because at the same time the door closed, the man in white appeared above the door and under the beam, floating towards everyone as if he had no weight.

Everyone was so scared that they didn't know what to do, and they were in chaos for a while.

"When we left, we never forgot our vows, but when we returned, we were like strangers. This separation is like the separation of yin and yang, where is the Xiangxiao water wall, where is the talented man and the beautiful woman?"

The faint singing still surrounded everyone's ears, and they couldn't tell the source, but they could hear it clearly even in such a mess.

This made people even more scared.

"This person has very high martial arts and superb internal strength, and he can fool us with the method of transmitting sound thousands of miles away, so let me, Gu Tao of the Thunder Sword...ah!"

It seems that the Thunder Sword is not very good.

The figure in white was looming among the crowd, literally walking like a ghost. From time to time, someone fell to the ground and fell into a peaceful sleep like a baby as if they had been drained of their energy.

Now everyone was even more scared, and many people rushed to the door, trying to open it and escape.

But the door was obviously not even bolted, but it seemed to be heavy and could not be pushed open no matter how hard they pushed.

Of course, it also had something to do with the fact that everyone was scared and weak.

When the surroundings were in chaos, Yang Yiyi and the other two hid in the corner of the lobby. Although they looked calm, their erratic eyes were also terrified. With their eyesight, they could not keep up with the traces of the figure in white.

Yang Yiyi shook the jade sceptre frantically, and it seemed that the jade sceptre was about to fall apart. She really hoped that Li Chengxi could say a few words to give her courage.

After all, he was an immortal. What ghosts are there to be afraid of when there are immortals around?

But unfortunately, Li Chengxi had already gone on a date with Zhou Gong's daughter in his dream in the middle of the night, and had no idea what was going on. No matter how Yang Yiyi shook him, there was no response.

Li Chengxi had told them before how to identify whether there was a real ghost or someone pretending to be a ghost, but now there was no time to carefully identify.

For example, when a ghost appears, you will first feel cold, not the kind of coldness of the air temperature, but the kind of coldness that penetrates into the bone marrow.

But when they were already scared, the three of them had temporarily lost their perception of temperature.

For example, light a candle, and when a ghost appears, touch the wax. If it solidifies, it is a real ghost, and if it is not solidified and hot, it is a fake ghost.

But the candles are all in the Xumi Realm, and they can't be taken out without Li Chengxi. The inn still uses oil lamps, and there are no candles at all.

Just when the three of them were panicking, a voice suddenly came from the side:

"Little sister, this way, this way, look down."

The childish voice scared the three of them, but when Yang Yiyi looked down, she saw the little girl she had met not long ago hiding under a table in the lobby, waving at the three of them.

She knew how to hide.

The three of them quickly squatted down, and while the white-clothed figure was flying up and down among the "jianghu heroes", they quietly hid under the table.

"A real ghost has come out, aren't you scared?"

After hearing what Yang Yiyi said, the little girl actually showed a very contemptuous expression.

"There are no real ghosts or fake ghosts, they are just scaring themselves."

She was short, squatting under the table and said:

"A group of grown men were actually scared to tears, don't you feel ashamed?"

"But that white..."

"Look carefully, don't panic, take a good look."

After hearing what she said, the three of them calmed down and looked carefully, feeling that although the white-clothed figure was ghostly, there were still some traces to follow.

It's not like a ghost, but more like...

"A high-level Qinggong?"

"That's right, I've seen countless martial arts heroes, and this little trick can only fool these small fish."

"But how did the door close?"

The little girl picked up a stone on the ground and threw it towards the door. The three saw the stone swaying in front of the door for a while before falling to the ground.

"Did you see it? It's a very thin silk thread."

The three of them were completely calm now, and it felt like they had watched two episodes of Approaching Science, and there was no ripple in their hearts.

"You are so smart, when did you find it?"

The little girl wrinkled her nose:

"If the candy you gave me wasn't delicious, I wouldn't have said so much."

Yang Yiyi was relieved, and it would be easy to deal with if it wasn't a ghost.

Li Yingluo and Zheng Yinping didn't have time to speak, and they saw Yang Yiyi swooping out of the table.

She didn't sprint around randomly, but saw the pattern and rushed over when the white-clothed figure had his back to them, raised her hand and punched the person's vest.

However, unexpectedly, the opponent suddenly swayed and moved away as if he had eyes on his back.

Yang Yiyi was not discouraged and shouted angrily:

"Left push!"

At the same time, he put his left hand together and slapped him.

Black Bear Three Push Hands is not all about fists and feet, but mainly about palm power to hurt the enemy. Yang Yiyi's internal strength is not very good now, and this palm only rolled up a strong wind.

And this seemed to be a blessing in disguise. The strong wind made the figure in white sway, which seemed to cause some interference.

Yang Yiyi was not willing to give up, and took the opportunity to perform a set of praying mantis punches, bang bang bang three moves.

The warm touch on her hand made Yang Yiyi feel more at ease.

This is just a person pretending to be a ghost!

"Hunyuan Finger!"

The mantis fist changed to eagle claws, and three fingers snapped and pulled a piece of cloth from the white man with a sizzling sound. At the same time, the left hand clenched into a fist, and a black tiger heart-piercing followed closely.

Yang Yiyi finally has some combat experience now. She doesn't just follow the routine like she did at the beginning. The key is when to use the moves she has learned. Only by changing her moves flexibly can she gain more advantages.

The opponent was trapped in the mantis combo and had no time to break free. Just as he avoided the Hunyuan Finger, he saw Yang Yiyi's Black Tiger Heart-piercing Attack aimed at his chest, and he hurriedly stepped back.

Yang Yiyi's punch didn't land well. It felt like hitting a ball of cotton. Then he was bounced away by the opponent's internal force and stepped back several steps.

The man in white took the opportunity to fly away. His Qinggong was extremely advanced. He blended into the crowd in a flash.

And Yang Yiyi didn't rush to chase him. Instead, she turned back excitedly and said to Li Yingluo and Zheng Yinping who were hiding under the table:

"She is very big! Almost as big as you!"

"..."

This kid, what big truth is this nonsense.