There is always a hot chicken trying to scare me [unlimited]

This group of players is exactly the family of Uncle Gong.

At this time, it was quite different from what Bai Yan saw before.

A group of people gathered around the altar, with solemn expressions, staring straight at the old man standing among them with many folds who looked like bark into a spirit.

After Bai Yantian made that voice, everyone froze like sand sculptures strangled by the nape of their necks. Then, like a low-frequency vibrator, they raised their heads "buzzing" and stared straight at him. With Bai Yan.

Bai Yan: "?"

He stared at the scene in front of him without a word, and he couldn't even recognize who was who.

The group of vibrators turned their faces into blurs, and most of the ghosts who had merged into their bodies also shook a duet that they didn't recognize.

It's like the mosaic in the photo, painted directly from their faces.

He could barely see the inside of one head, and two pairs of eyes looked at him.

For a while no one responded.

So Bai Yan said it again patiently: "Can I borrow someone from you?"

The vibrator was fixed again, and then the "hum" became louder.

Bai Yan listened, and after listening for a while, as if he had solved some Morse code from the noisy buzzing, he smiled clearly: "Okay."

Vibrators: "???"

Bai Yan quickly reached out and pulled out the copper coin from the old man's hand.

Old man: "?"

Vibrators: "..."

They froze in the distance as if they had been unplugged.

Bai Yan took the copper coin string, raised a finger, and hung it in a circle.

There was a clanging sound, which woke the old man up. He suddenly opened his eyes, eyes like black holes, and was about to rush towards Bai Yan.

The group of players rushed over as if they had received an order.

Bai Yan moved at the same time as them, throwing out the string of copper coins in his hand.

Then put one hand on the table, half body leaped into the air, parallel to the ground.

The string of copper coins drew a parabola and hit the old man's forehead straight, making a crisp sound like gold and stone colliding.

The old man almost staggered from being hit, his head and neck almost performed a standard right angle on the spot.

He shook his head, and before his neck could straighten, he was kicked out by Bai Yan again.

He fell to the ground on his back, and the sound was so loud that one wondered if he had smashed a hole in the ground.

Bai Yanshi landed on the spot where he had just stood, and smiled politely: "Please do me a favor."

Old man: "..."

He was completely enraged, he opened his mouth wide and roared, he didn't care about his copper coin, stepped on it and rushed towards Bai Yan with claws and teeth, it was obvious that he hated Bai Yan's face very much.

Bai Yan took a step back, with a smile on the corner of his mouth, and was about to say something to stimulate the old man, but suddenly saw a white light behind the old man.

The white light was sharp and lingering, with a ferocious intent rushing towards his face.

Bai Yan was slightly startled, and took a step back sideways, as if inadvertently, one of the white lights flashed past.

Out of the corner of his eye, he saw the sharp blade.

But the old man had already fallen heavily to the ground, and was stomped on his head by a person.

His hands were pierced by a Tang knife and nailed to the ground.

The blood flowed out, yellow, like a wound with pus, which was disgusting.

The one who stepped on the old man was the guitar man who said "died by talking too much" when the first person died.

The guitar behind him is still there, and it is not too heavy to carry such a big box.

At this moment, he bent his waist slightly, but instead of looking at the old man, he squinted his eyes at Bai Yan, his face was covered with traces of sporadic blood spattering, and with those eyes, he looked like——

Because of the good impression this person gave him before, Bai Yan forced himself to be merciful.

—Like a weasel that has been hungry for half a month.

Even the pores are filled with plunder.

The guitar guy stared at him for a while.

Bai Yan looked at him for some reason, neither of them looked away.

After a while, the guitar man said, "Newcomer?" He looks feminine and his voice is also feminine.

From the corner of his eye, Bai Yan glanced at the old man who was stepping on his feet and was breathing but not breathing: "Yes."

The guitarist gave a long "Oh~" and said, "Are you brave?" He kicked his head, "Aren't you afraid?"

It was revealed that the skin was scratched by his boots, but the inside was not bright red blood, but a blue-yellow liquid.

Bai Yan's eyelashes trembled, and he looked away as if he couldn't bear to look directly: "It's okay."

The guitar man stared at him and smiled disdainfully.

He turned his head to look at Uncle Gong and the others.

Since the old man fell down, Uncle Gong and the others also seemed to have lost their souls, standing there motionless with distorted expressions.

But anyway, it looks a bit human.

The guitar man pulled out a blade from his waist, threw it straight at Uncle Gong, and nailed it into his arm: "Waste, get up."

Uncle Gong fell to the ground with a scream, but his eyes became clear again. He pinched his arm tightly and looked around in shock. His complex facial features could not conceal his bewildered heart.

Bai Yan met his eyes, and nodded in a normal way, as a greeting.

Uncle Gong: "...?"

He looked at this, then at that, and finally abandoned his plan to get to the bottom of it, and prepared to wake up his teammates first.

But he didn't want to hear a sneer from behind: "If I were you, I wouldn't wake them up."

Uncle Gong frowned: "What do you mean?" He didn't stop on his feet, obviously he wouldn't change his mind just because of this man's words.

The guitar man stopped talking, and only looked at him with a gloomy hooked smile, his eyes full of signs of watching a good show.

While being vigilant, Uncle Gong slapped several times, and gently awakened Xiao Lin and the others.

Xiao Lin: "???" He opened his eyes, looked around blankly, with some doubts about the origin of the world: who am I, where am I, and what am I doing here?

"Uncle Gong? What's the matter?" The first sentence was to ask his uncle.

Uncle Gong shook his head and said nothing.

And until everyone was awake, nothing unexpected happened.

Uncle Gong glanced at the guitar man secretly, always feeling that this man was cheating on him.

The guitar man's face remained unchanged, but Bai Yan frowned thoughtfully.

With eyelashes pressed down, he glanced over the crowd, and finally landed on the old man on the ground.

"Thank you two for saving us." Even though Uncle Gong was full of doubts, he still had to save face.

He wanted to test something out, but he didn't want the guitar man to not deal with him at all, and said without beginning and end: "Otherwise, I will have to die again, how miserable it is."

Everyone was taken aback for a moment, and then Uncle Gong thought of his last sentence: If I were you, I wouldn't wake them up.

Uncle Gong immediately turned gloomy, trying to maintain his dignity: "What do you mean?"

The guitar man put on a surprised expression: "Why, you don't know that you can pass the level by killing them?" After speaking, he immediately covered his mouth, and let out a sneer in his throat, "I still think that your teammates are deeply affectionate, It’s because I don’t know anything.”

Before Uncle Gong could speak, someone in the crowd couldn't hold back: "What the hell do you mean? The rules don't say that we should kill each other!"

The guitar man grinned: "Do I look so much like the Confusion NPC?" Then he looked at him again, "Your mouth is a bit dirty, let me wash it for you."

As soon as the word "wash" was pronounced, the other person had already come to the person who spoke, and he moved swiftly, almost before everyone could react, he stabbed the knife into the person's mouth.

The knife went very deep, leaving only the handle outside.

The guitar man also stirred the handle of the knife a few times maliciously with a smile, making a tooth-piercing sound.

The man who spoke was killed in an instant, before he even had time to speak.

The guitar man made a sudden attack this time, and no one expected it.

This really tore off the thin skin between the two parties.

Bai Yan, on the other hand, stayed quietly on the sidelines, watching with cold eyes.

Uncle Gong's chest heaved up and down angrily, but he clearly knew the gap between the enemy and us.

But even if he knew, he didn't want to give up his name so easily.So he subconsciously glanced at Bai Yan, the two of them seemed to be not in the same group, maybe they could seek help?

But it happened to bump into Bai Yan's indifferent eyes.

"..."

Knowing that the reinforcements were hopeless, Uncle Gong gritted his teeth and opened his mouth to say something, but was interrupted by the guitar man.

"I don't have time to talk to you bastards. I just want to ask you, have you seen Qin Kun? Where is he?" Guitar Man put the knife directly into the corpse's mouth and wiped his face with his hand.

With blood all over his face, he looked like a murderous ghost.

Everyone was surprised, Uncle Gong paused, his eyes slipped away quietly.

"What do you want Qin Kun to do?" Someone asked.

The guitar man stuck out his tongue and licked the blood around his mouth: "Of course it's killing..."

Before he finished speaking, he suddenly lost his eyesight, his movements were stiff, and the next second, he fell straight on the ground.

Behind him, Bai Yan withdrew his hand.

Facing the stunned eyes of a group of people, he smiled brightly: "I said I was here to save you, do you believe me?"

Everyone: "..."

Even if we wanted to believe it, the still cold corpse next to our feet wouldn't believe it!