Being targeted by the boss of the escape game

The yard was terribly quiet, as if a needle could be heard falling on the ground, he left early, and he didn't know if the others didn't choose to be next door to him.

The two chatted for a while, and Lu Weixing insisted that he was fine, so they each washed up and lay down on the bed.

The bed he slept on was an ordinary wooden bed, with two layers of cotton batting on top of it, a layer of plain sheets, and a thin layer of quilt covering his body.

Lu Weixing was lying beside Chu Ling, with fair skin and soft black hair obediently pasted on both sides of his cheeks, that overly perfect face looked much softer under the dim light.

Chu Ling looked at it quietly for a while, and couldn't help but lift the hair on his forehead, and put her hand on it, it was cold.

Lu Weixing slowly opened his black and white eyes: "What's wrong?"

Chu Ling turned her head unnaturally, looked at the darkness behind her, and whispered, "I'm still a little worried about you..."

The room fell into silence. After a while, when Chu Ling thought that Lu Weixing would not reply, a low and hoarse voice sounded softly: "Don't think too much, I'm here."

Lu Weixing took off the hand that was sticking to his forehead, and held it tightly in his palm: "Let's sleep together."

Chu Ling responded, closed her eyes, and lay obediently beside Lu Weixing. Not long after, there was the sound of even breathing.

Lu Weixing pulled the man into his arms, put one arm around Chu Ling's waist, looked at the delicate eyebrows and eyes of the man in his arms, a satisfied smile slowly emerged from the corner of his mouth, and after a while, he closed his eyes in peace.

Nothing happened overnight, and the next day eight people showed up in the lobby of the main house on time. The lobby was already filled with delicious and fragrant rice noodles of various colors, including original rice noodles, fish rice noodles in sour soup, three delicacies noodles and so on.

Chu Ling ordered a bowl of fish rice noodles in sour soup, and Lu Weixing ordered a bowl of original rice noodles. I have to say that the rice noodles taste really good. The rice noodles are smooth and chewy, the soup base is rich, and the fish is still very tender.

Chu Ling said: "This rice noodle is well made, and it's quite delicious."

Lu Weixing picked up a piece of green vegetables: "If you like it, I'll go out and make it for you."

Chu Ling happily complied.

The two men at the table next to them were also discussing rice noodles, and Chu Ling listened for a while: "This rice noodles are good, chewy, and taste very authentic."

"The taste is very authentic?"

The man took a big mouthful of rice noodles and said vaguely: "Yes, Xiao Lin, have you never been to Hunan? This is authentic Xiangxi rice noodles."

The man named Xiao Lin shook his head: "No, but it's really delicious, just a bit spicy."

Xiaowen: "Ham, I'm from Hunan. Everyone in Sichuan and Chongqing likes to eat chili. Life without chili is incomplete. I didn't expect to be able to eat such authentic rice noodles in this dungeon."

Chu Ling withdrew her thoughts, looked up at Lu Weixing and said, "Hunan? Will this dungeon be related to Hunan?"

Lu Weixing propped his chin: "Xiangxi does have a lot of mysterious cultures, but the buildings in this place don't look like it. There are more dry-walled buildings over there, wooden hanging houses with water, not like this Plant a house."

Chu Ling thought of the novels she had read and the games she had played: "Xiangxi...isn't it Miaojiang? Could there be some Gu or something like that?"

Lu Weixing smiled, and joked: "Then the hostess won't talk about offering sacrifices to gods. Miao Jiang must be a witch for playing Gu."

After the meal, Chu Ling and Lu Weixing told the hostess that they wanted to go out for a stroll. The hostess nodded and didn't stop her. She just smiled and said, "Remember to come back for dinner, don't play too late."

There are quite a few servants in the yard, and all of them are men without exception. One day has passed, and I have never seen a single woman except the hostess. Chu Ling thought, maybe moving flowerpots is a matter of men. It's also reasonable to do it.

The flower pots they all held in their arms were different from the empty flower pots on the street. The flower pots in their arms were full of flowers, crystal clear like pieces of crystal orchids, extremely beautiful.

"It's so beautiful. Such a beautiful flower can grow in the rotten soil, and it can be counted as mud and not stained."

Lu Weixing looked at the pots of pure white flowers, and said in a low voice, "This is the flower of death."

Chu Ling was startled: "What?"

Lu Weixing continued: "Crystal orchid, also known as ghost grass, is a saprophytic plant. It is usually only found in cool and humid mountain forests at an altitude of 800-3200 meters. Although Xiangxi is also one of the distribution areas, it is not suitable for artificial cultivation. How can it be cultivated here? Will it grow crystal orchids?"

There are still so many pots of crystal orchids.

Lu Weixing stepped forward to stop a person and asked.

The servants said that they didn't know it was called Crystal Orchid, it was a flower bestowed by God, and it was given to them by God.

Chu Ling: "God? Who is God?"

"God is God." The servants

This is similar to what the hostess said yesterday, a flower is a flower.

The woman also mentioned how many flowers there are, many beautiful flowers for them to admire.It seems that this dungeon has a lot to do with flowers.

Lu Weixing said, "Where is God?"

The servant pointed to the west: "In the temple on the west, there is a god in the temple, but you can't go without flowers."

Chu Ling frowned and said, "What kind of flower? Do you have this kind of flower in your hand?"

"Yes."

They were not the only ones in the yard, there were other people who also saw these beautiful little white flowers. Hearing what the servant said, someone immediately asked, "Then can you give us a pot of your flowers?"

The servant took a step back warily, hugging the flower pot tightly in his arms: "No, this is the master's flower. If we lose the flower, we will be finished."

As if he was afraid of being robbed, he pointed outside again, "Go outside and buy, there are shops."

After finishing speaking, he left in a hurry, for fear that if he slowed down, the flowers in his hand would be lost.

Xiao Lin said: "It seems that the flower has a big clue, let's go and see?"

"Okay, let's go."

Others were also thinking about whether to go out. From time to time, a team slipped out of the yard. In the end, most of the people rushed out of the door one after another, and some fearful ones stayed in the yard.

Chu Ling looked at Lu Weixing's side face: "Do you want to go?"

Lu Weixing: "Go, let's go to the store first."

The town during the day is more popular than when they came. Although most of the houses are still closed, there are many more pedestrians on the street.

"Boom! Boom! Boom!"

"It's safe and sound, boom!"

Chu Ling raised his eyes and saw the sound of gongs coming from the south. From far to near, he could see clearly that this should be a watchman, wearing a black mandarin jacket, with a cloth bag slung over his body, and his hand There is a gong in the bag, and a big red flower is tied on the gong ridiculously.

Take a clapper in your left hand, walk ten steps, tap once, then take out a handful of white paper flowers from your bag and throw them into the sky.

But is it even more unusual to fight at night?What's more to play in broad daylight?

Chu Ling: "Do you want to watch the watch in broad daylight?"

Lu Weixing picked up a falling paper flower, which should be a chrysanthemum, and chrysanthemums are usually used to pay homage to the dead.

There's something weird about this small town.

A gust of wind whizzed in, rolled the paper money on the ground into the air, and then fell down in a rustle. The cloth banners hanging on the shops along the street fluttered in the wind, making a sound of hunting.

They chose a flower shop that looked a bit bigger. The owner was a middle-aged man in his 50s, wearing dark blue cloth clothes, and looked very smart and capable.

Chu Ling got straight to the point: "Master, we want to buy a pot of flowers."

The boss raised his eyelids and glanced at Chu Ling: "Flowers? Everyone who comes to the flower shop wants to buy flowers. What kind of flowers do you want?"

Chu Ling: "It's the kind of white flower that worships God."

Hearing this, the boss narrowed his eyes slightly and looked at the two of them: "You are foreigners, do foreigners also believe in our god?"

Lu Weixing smiled but said, "I haven't seen it yet, so why don't you believe it or not?"

The boss pursed his lips and did not speak. He gently wiped the door frame with his hand holding a rag. After a while, he raised his head and said, "Two hundred and one pots, the price is the same."

When they came in, they had inquired that a pot of crystal orchid was 100 yuan, but thinking that it was only [-] yuan more, they said straightforwardly: "Okay, okay, no problem, we want two pots!"

Chu Ling has the habit of putting money in his pocket with him in case of emergencies. He took out 400 yuan and put it on the counter, and said with a smile, "Boss, I'm sorry."

Unexpectedly, the boss took a look and pushed over angrily: "What I want is money, why would you give me such a thing! I didn't expect you to lie to me, an old man, at such a young age. I don't have money to buy flowers!"

"Get out, get out of here!"

Chu Ling was stunned, this is obviously money, he just took it outside: "No, boss, is this money?"

With his right hand resting on his chin, Lu Weixing suddenly thought of something, opened his account card, scrolled to the points page, looked at the boss and said, "Boss, is this the money you are talking about?"

"That's right, that's it."

Lu Weixing scored [-] points, two pots of crystal orchids and two exclusive cloth bags.

When they came out of the shop, they happened to see several other people coming out of another shop with Crystal Orchid in their arms.

Other teams basically have a pot of flowers per team. Players like Chu Ling and the others have a pot of flowers, and they also bought cloth bags that are useless at first glance. It is really a shameful extravagance.

There are also some people who can't even afford flowers, and stand on the side of the street with empty hands, looking at them with envy.

After all, one or two hundred points for a potted flower is not something ordinary people can afford.

"I didn't expect to spend points to buy this flower. My heart is bleeding for a hundred points."

"You bought flowers too?"

A man in blue clothes nodded: "Yes, we pooled our money to buy it. Although one person can't afford it, we can afford it together. We plan to let the captain go in alone. Anyway, if there is a clue, he can tell us."

Their captain is called Cao Jin, a young man wearing glasses, he can be regarded as handsome, but his slender eyes make people look a bit uncomfortable.

"Hey, it's worth it if you can get rewards for dungeons."

"These dungeons are really weird..."

Chu Ling feels a little bad, this rich man seems to be showing off...

Sure enough, in the next second, someone who didn't buy flowers stepped forward and said, "Your flowers..."

Before anyone could finish speaking, Cao Jin pushed his glasses on the bridge of his nose, and said with a smile, "I only said that worshiping the gods requires flowers, but I didn't say that you can't worship the gods without flowers."

"Besides, there are many ways for those who have no money. The bold and the timid starve to death. The methods are all invented by people, don't you think?"

The man rolled his eyes, looked at Cao Jin, then looked at Chu Ling's team, who were struggling to scrape together money to buy flowers, and everyone had a pot of flowers.

Lu Weixing was holding the flowers, with a faint smile on his lips: "Is there any difference between starving to death or starving to death? They are both dead anyway."