Penitent hand, trembling slightly

The cold icy rain slapped her face indiscriminately, and the warm tears mixed with the cold rain...

Seeing this scene, Shen Maomao suddenly missed his wife, and really wanted to sing "Bing Yu" as a gift to them.

But she wasn't that frenzied yet, so she just clapped her hands and interrupted the reunion of the two who had parted ways: "Do you want to treat the wound first?"

Mingyue wiped off the tears and rain on her face, and held Jing Jing's hand to look at her: "Thank you...you came out with her..."

Shen Maomao waved his hand: "It's okay, I can't help you with anything. Go ahead and talk, it's raining too much."

Mingyue let out a "huh" and walked back together with An Jing.

"Squeak—creak—"

The swing behind them suddenly began to move by itself again, but the three ignored it.Mingyue moved forward all the way, just after taking a few steps, her hand slipped suddenly - Quiet's hand fell from her hand naturally.

She thought it was An Jing who withdrew her hand, so she looked back at her in confusion: "What's wrong? Why didn't you leave?"

Looking at her quietly and steadily, he said, "I can't get out."

"How is it possible?!" Mingyue interlocked her fingers with her, and pulled her out forcefully, but after pulling her not far, there was a huge resistance coming from their intertwined hands.

At the same time, the hands of the two became extraordinarily slippery, as if several bottles of lubricating oil had been poured on them, the friction force was almost zero, and only a little external force was needed to force them to slip and loosen.

Mingyue's eyes turned red, and her trembling hands grabbed her again, paranoidly grabbing again and again, but no matter how many times she tried, she still couldn't grab her hand.

An Jing shook her head at her, put her hand on the transparent air wall in the air, and then put her face on it, and said to Mingyue: "This may be its side effect...don't cry, I ate that ghost It is very likely that the heart will be assimilated into a ghost, and maybe it will not die!"

She took out a bunch of messy things from her body, and talked about how to use these things as if she was giving her last words: "I don't need these things now, remember to take them well, don't be reluctant to use them, see you I knew it when the corpse was found, you must have been reluctant to use props at the beginning, but later you wanted to use them but it was too late..."

Mingyue collapsed and crouched on the ground, buried her head in her knees and cried loudly: "Why did you do this? Why did you do this to us... I know it's wrong... I know it's wrong..."

Jing Jing also squatted down. She wanted to reach out to touch her head, but was blocked by the air wall, so she could only withdraw her hand as if nothing had happened, and looked at her figure quietly, her eyes filled with tenderness.

Shen Maomao felt a little uncomfortable, but she knew that being quiet would surely lead to death.

The ghost who came tonight should not be the sister of the two little girls, but their own mother.

Mrs. Hu died on this swing, and she would starve to death here, probably because of this air wall.

If he ate her heart, he would inherit her method of death, and there was absolutely no problem in logic.

She glanced at the item bar, and looked at the picture of Simon Peter inside.

If there is anything that can make quiet for a while now, it is definitely Simon Peter.But Simon Peter has a very strong side effect. Those who have used the card will undoubtedly die in his next copy, and the soul cannot rest in peace after death. Instead, it becomes a puppet of the card, waiting for the next master.

She wondered if she should give this card to her.

Of course, although they are miserable, she is not doing charity, so it is impossible to give her the card for nothing.

Thinking of this, she coughed, woke up the two who were immersed in grief, and said, "I have a way to postpone your death for one world, but you will definitely die in the next world, do you want to use it?"

Jing Jing was taken aback for a moment, and immediately said: "Use!"

But Mingyue stood up, wiped away her tears and asked her: "What conditions do you have?"

Shen Maomao: "I do have a condition - I want Thomas in your hands, and I won't give it to you when I run out of this card."

Mingyue said, "What horse?"

Shen Maomao: "?? It's the card that revives you!"

Mingyue smiled wryly and said, "Where did the two of us get the cards? I've never heard of the Thomas you mentioned."

Shen Maomao looked confused: "If it's not Dorma, what is it? Are there any props that have the ability to bring the dead back to life?"

Mingyue said: "Did you misunderstand? We have a prop that can revive teammates. This prop is a one-time item, called the Great Resurrection Technique, and the conditions of use are very bloody..."

Shen Maomao asked eagerly: "How do you say?"

"It requires the user to eat a ghost's heart as a sacrifice." An Jing said, "So I used other props to increase the combat power."

Maybe that's why her face looks like this.

But Shen Maomao still didn't believe it.

If besides Dorma, there are props that can bring the dead back to life, then what is the meaning of Dorma's existence?

"Well, I guessed wrong." She smiled at the two of them, "But what I said can still be lent to you, you can think about it while you still have time, maybe you can find it without that prop Way to leave."

"It's raining heavily, so I'll go first." After she finished speaking, she turned her head and walked back, Jing Mingyue behind her watched her enter the mansion, and then looked at each other.

Shen Maomao yawned.

Tomorrow is the fifth day of the game, and she has a bad guess - the way to leave the game this time, probably lies with Kang Yuanhuai.

But whether she wanted to kill him or help him kill someone else, she wasn't sure yet.

She went back to her room, changed out of her wet clothes, wiped her dripping hair, and lay back on the bed.

The wound on her leg was soaked in rain, and there were bursts of pain, but the dungeon would be over in two days, and she had no extra mood to deal with the wound—maybe there was no need.

The night was dark, with the wind blowing on her face, she was drowsy, but suddenly she heard footsteps coming from the corridor.

The door was blown open by the wind at some point. She thought it was Mingyue who had returned, but unexpectedly she saw a black shadow flashing past, and at the same time, there was a murmuring sound coming in.

She listened carefully, and the man was chanting non-stop——

"water……"

"water……"

She got up in a jerk, stepped on her shoes and chased him out.

That voice was clearly that of a golden retriever!

"What the hell..." She complained while running, "Is this not letting people sleep?!"

The golden retriever walked quickly, and by the time she reached the stairs, he had already walked out from the main entrance.

The rain was still falling, he raised his head, opened his mouth wide, and eagerly swallowed the rainwater, his footsteps still didn't stop, and he continued to walk towards the courtyard gate in this strange posture.

In the flower garden, Mingyue and Jingjing sat on the swing together, watching the golden retriever disappear with cold eyes.

Then Shen Maomao appeared and stopped her quietly: "Stop chasing her, she's going to become a scapegoat."

This is so worth pursuing!

Shen Maomao's footsteps not only did not stop, but accelerated.

The two walked out of the yard one after the other, the back of the golden retriever was always in front of her, but she found that she couldn't catch up with him no matter how hard she chased.

There was Ye Lake in front of her, and she was afraid that if she couldn't stop him, she would probably have to fish him out of the water in the future.

After thinking for a while, she took out a prop that Lou Jingmo tailored for her from the props bag, then put the props to her mouth, sank into her dantian, brewed for two seconds, and immediately said: "You come back soon!!!! I can’t bear it alone!! Come back soon!!!”

The sound waves turned into substance, with her as the center, rippling around like ripples.

The golden retriever was the closest, and he was the first to bear the brunt of the shock, and fell to his knees on the ground; suddenly there was a wave in Yehu Lake, and fishes jumped out of the water, flipped a few times and then turned up their bellies; It was full of cracks, but it was strong and not broken; Mingyue Jingjing downstairs was shocked and fell off the swing, looking at each other in confusion.

Seeing the dead ghost flying away, He Zhong suddenly stretched out a big black hand, and quickly grabbed the golden retriever.

Shen Maomao ran over at almost a sprint speed of [-] meters, grabbed the golden retriever before the black hand, then dragged his foot and turned around and ran into the mansion.

There was another thunderclap, and the lake kept tumbling, bubbling like a boil.

Shen Maomao immediately used the power-increasing props, and the originally heavy golden fur instantly became as light as a feather. She lifted him up to reduce friction, and ran back desperately.

Seeing the door, the time for item addition was about to end, she threw the golden retriever into the door like a shot, and then jumped forward, lying down into the door.

Mingyue, who was guarding the door, quickly closed the door and unlatched the door. With a bang, her giant hand hit the door and it spread apart. It is mixed with the rainwater on the ground and cannot be distinguished from each other.

Shen Maomao breathed a sigh of relief, she sat up straight and calmed down her beating heart, got up and thanked Mingyue.

Mingyue smiled at her: "You're welcome, if that thing gets in, we may all be in danger."

Inexplicably, Shen Maomao felt that there was something in her words, but she pretended not to hear it, and turned to look for Jin Mao.

Mingyue followed behind her and asked, "The one who sang just now...is that you?"

"Of course not!" Shen Maomao also wanted face.

Mingyue twitched the corners of her mouth, not knowing whether she believed it or not.

Shen Maomao didn't care about her anymore, she grabbed the golden hair's two braids, lifted his head, and then fell silent for two seconds.

Half of the golden retriever's white and tender face is now covered with scratches, and the wound is still inlaid with sand, which looks very miserable.

But saving his life was better than anything else, Shen Maomao didn't feel guilty at all.

She dragged the golden retriever to the shelter in front of the door, squatted in front of him, and patted his intact half of his face: "Hello? Hello?! Wake up quickly!" The golden retriever's eyes were closed tightly, and his eyelashes trembled He shook it twice to shake off the raindrops on it, and then he opened his eyes, which were soaked with water—it looked quite beautiful.

But in the next second, he said, "Uh-wh... what's wrong? I'm still alive?"

Mingyue standing behind them: "????"

作者有话要说：感谢在2020-05-1511:16:01~2020-05-1611:22:21期间为我投出霸王票或灌溉营养液的小天使哦~

Thanks to the little angel who threw the rocket launcher: 1 grape;

Thanks to the little angel who threw the landmine: Take it easy, nanjoballno☆, have a glass of orange juice, Hewu, Yunmengyishayu one;

Thanks to the little angels of the irrigation nutrient solution: 17 bottles of Li Yo Leng; 10 bottles of grapes; 5 bottles of azure green and ini;

Thank you very much for your support, I will continue to work hard!