Let's play horror games

You look around vigilantly, the faceless townspeople have no intention of leaving.

You hesitated for a moment, then grabbed Mao Mao's hand: "Come in."

Brother Hei seems to have glanced at the long hair, but he didn't look at you, and just followed the two of them in silently.

You try not to pay too much attention to him.

When three people enter, you immediately close the door.The dilapidated furnishings in the room were the same as before, only an unclosed coffin was placed squarely in the center, with photos and spiritual plaques hanging beside it, and there was a strong sense of blood in the coffin.

Yan Li looked at it: "It is much less than Huang Zhui's decoration at that time. Do you mean we should handle it ourselves?"

"About." You weighed the skin on your hand and walked to the coffin: "Sure enough. It's skinned flesh."

The things in the coffin were bloody and muscular, which was disgusting.

Compared to humans, this can only be said to be a piece of peeled meat.

Changmao was not afraid at all, and leaned forward with his neck straight: "Xixi, what do you mean by the difference from Huang Zhui?"

You stare at the coffin: "If the third dead person doesn't even have flesh and blood, and the fourth person doesn't even have viscera, we will know what it means if they go in order."

"But it's better not to be then. If that's the case, I... you will definitely not survive."

Chang Mao covered his chest and said emotionally: "I feel the care from Xueba!"

You rolled his eyes at him, and he continued to laugh as if he had never heard of it:

"Also, you just said 'we'! This is the first time you said it in a non-urgent situation, right?"

Isn't this guy's focus a little off?You're annoyed for some reason:

"I have already been classified as one country by the master and you, so what room is there for separation?"

You snapped your fingers, burned the portrait of "Father" in the house, and dealt with your own wounds - you were caught anyway, and it was not too bad.

After finishing, you sit on the side of the coffin and say in a cold voice as much as possible: "Now, we have to exchange information."

"There are two things that must be understood: first, the master uses those steps to increase his strength. Second, what does it mean to destroy this town?"

Changmao glanced at Lao Hei, who had been obviously wrong since last night and didn't look at Xueba at all, and then glanced at Yan Li, who was nervous and took out her poetry collection to enter a state of thinking, and suddenly felt like she was fighting alone.

Long Mao scratched his head: "Okay, okay, let's discuss?"

As much as I don't want to admit it, your discussions were very sympathetic, short and efficient.

They took out the cards in their hands, and you slightly reserved some things that are not suitable to say, but you think you are very sincere.

After reaching a consensus, you each deal with what you can do.The rest is to wait quietly.

Wait for the opponent to be destroyed, or set yourself on fire first!

Afternoon, exactly three o'clock.

The mayor came to the door as scheduled and said in a soft voice, "Xixi, good boy, come out quickly."

Long Mao muttered: "It feels like kidnapping a child."

Yan Li: "Don't talk nonsense, let's go."

Several people came out, Yan Li holding the spirit card, Chang Mao and Brother Hei carrying the coffin.

The difference is that Yan Li is behind Xixi's back.She was tightly wrapped in a stained hemp cloth, only the bandaged left hand and right foot hanging limply, and soft withered yellow hair were exposed.

The mayor seemed concerned and asked, "What's wrong with Xixi?"

Changmao immediately beeped: "Oh, this poor child, weak and injured, was frightened by this big event today, and was too sad, so he passed out. He couldn't even scream?"

The mayor didn't answer, and walked slowly with the back of his hands behind his back, walking around Yan Li like a hyena, with the tip of his nose twitching slightly, as if he was sniffing something.

Yan Li gave him a cold look, as if she really wanted to shoot this disgusting thing, but she managed to hold back.

The mayor sniffed for a while, then walked around the coffin again, until the person next to him reminded him that the time was running out, he straightened up, and walked aside with dark eyes.

"The funeral is very important, you'd better not make any tricks."

Yan Li only replied: "Can I go?"

The mayor gave her a cold look, and the woman who sang yesterday stepped forward.

The first notes sounded and the singing began.