Proposed by the boss in the game

There was no actual harm, and the few people didn't take Shen Youyu's matter to heart, and instead discussed what Su Huihui heard just now.

Jiang Xiaotian said: "I think there must be the ghost they mentioned in this town, that's why so many people died and there are so many coffins."

"It's a big injustice for a ghost to make a small town like this." Zhang Jiancheng followed up and said, "We won't be like this, are we?"

A small town should be prosperous, but now it is sparsely populated. You can barely see a single person when you go out. Maybe they are almost dead.

The simplest plot he could imagine was that a person died wronged, so the whole town was controlled by this ghost, as long as the ghost was killed, the game could be completed.

Shen Youyu frowned, "Find out who they are talking about first."

"Looking for clues." Jiang Xiaotian said enthusiastically, "I like this kind of thing the most. Jigsaw puzzles. After you find them, you can find the answer together."

She was basically right.

The clues of the game are all scattered, one or two alone can only be guessed, but together they can restore what happened.

Shen Youyu nodded slightly, "Yes."

The town is so big in total, and the novice dungeon will not be difficult. The sentence "he is an evil spirit" shows that the main plot has already begun, and it can be solved as long as all the plots are pieced together.

Jiang Xiaotian suggested: "Then let's look for it separately?"

Lu Ge said: "It's easy to be solved one by one if we look for them separately. We are not armed. A few residents can kill us."

Just like the pictures Su Huihui saw while eavesdropping, who knows if these residents will have any terrible abilities.

"The target of the operation together is too big, what about the six of us." Chen Guang thought for a while, "I am a thief, and I need to steal things."

Although he is big, but this profession can directly ignore the body, and skills have nothing to do with body size.

Jiang Xiaotian reminded: "You have to find something to steal first, but there are so many houses that can be stolen."

The profession of thief is like this, and everyone has nothing to despise. When there was a game strategy released before, the players found that the biggest hero was actually a thief, because the plot of the game was related to a perverted murderer. The murderer locked his heart every day. In the safe, the thief finally stole the opponent's heart.

Back on the streets again, the town is unchanged.

You can see the general distribution of the town from left to right from them, and Shen Youyu determined several locations in almost a moment.

Jiang Xiaotian said in a low voice: "The six of us just happen to be divided into three groups, so that the two groups can have a support."

Two people are better than one alone.

Shen Youyu was with Chen Guang in the end.

Chen Guang is not much taller than him, but he is much stronger than him. He is two in size and looks like a member of the underworld at first glance.

He was quite happy to be assigned with Shen Youyu, because Shen Youyu was a smart person at first glance, and he could think less about things that bothered him.

"Let's form a team together, and we will definitely find clues." Chen Guang stretched out his hand to hug his shoulder, his fingertips were bitingly cold, and subconsciously retracted.

Seeing his movements, Shen Youyu turned his head, "What happened to your hand?"

Chen Guang shook his hand, there was nothing, suspecting that he felt wrong, he shook his head and said, "It's nothing."

It's impossible for Shen Youyu to prick the clothes with needles, it's not Rongmao.

Shen Youyu didn't continue to ask anymore.

Chen Guang forgot what happened just now, and asked, "Where are we going?"

What he was talking about was the area in front, where the four people carried the coffin when they arrived on the first night, and there were several houses around it.

Shen Youyu raised his chin, "I'm going there."

Chen Guang followed his line of sight and found that it was the three-story building, and he was a little bit discouraged.

This building can be seen at a glance in the small town, it is very abrupt and conspicuous. Based on his years of experience in watching movies, it is definitely an important place. If two people go there, they may just stay there and never come back.

The outside of the small building looks windy and sunny, but compared to some dilapidated houses around, it is obviously a luxury building in the town.

"It's not good to go there right now." Chen Guang stopped him: "We can't go straight to the end from the beginning."

"Look at the three floors, maybe there are coffins inside, and even a fraudulent corpse won't be able to escape."

"There may be countless residents hidden next to them, just waiting for us to pass by, swarm up and solve us all."

"Let's not go."

Chen Guang's mouth seemed to be opened suddenly, and he slammed it together, staring straight at Shen Youyu.

Shen Youyu was speechless for a moment.

He nodded, "Okay."

He couldn't force others to follow him, and if something happened, he would have to be blamed. He didn't want to be a blame man.

Su Huihui and Zhang Jiancheng went to a few buildings that seemed unoccupied.

The two of them had no defensive ability, so they were careful and chose such a place to avoid accidents.

It may be that the two of them were unlucky, so they wandered around the house for a long time and found nothing. They only guessed that the owner hadn't lived in it for a long time, because everything inside was dusty.

Zhang Jiancheng first went to the bedroom to take a look. The boards on the bed were lifted, as if he had escaped, and nothing good was left behind.

"I didn't see anything." Su Huihui came out to meet him.

Zhang Jiancheng nodded, "Let's change the house, don't be discovered by them, or we may be arrested."

Su Huihui naturally listened to him, "Okay."

The two went downstairs one after the other, but when they reached the stairs, a rustling sound caught Zhang Jiancheng's attention.

He raised his hand, "Don't move."

Su Huihui stopped and listened.

Zhang Jiancheng followed the source of the sound, and finally walked slowly to the door of the kitchen, which they had never entered before.

The door of the kitchen was covered in dust, so it was impossible to see what was inside the glass that was originally transparent, but it was dim and frightening, and in this blur, there was a shadow inside.

Zhang Jiancheng held his breath. He really didn't expect that there was still someone in the house. Of course, it might not be a person, because he couldn't tell at all.

He stretched out his hand and pushed it desperately, and the door opened in response.

Accompanied by the sound of rustling, the black shadow inside appeared in front of the two of them. The other party was obviously not young, with wrinkles all over his face, and the eyeballs in his eye sockets had long since disappeared. He was still holding an iron spoon for fried rice, and was wearing mourning clothes. Also stained with oil.

Su Huihui was timid, so she yelled and hid behind Zhang Jiancheng.

Zhang Jiancheng swallowed his saliva, fearing that an accident would trigger a dead end, so he asked cautiously, "What's the matter?"

"Eyes...where are my eyeballs?"

The other party repeated a sentence, which seemed a bit intrusive.

"Oh Shouling... lost..."

Zhang Jiancheng didn't understand for a while, feeling that he didn't seem to be aggressive, so he guessed: "Watching the spirit? Did you lose your eyeballs while keeping the spirit?"

The man in mourning shook his head, stared at Zhang Jiancheng with empty black eyes, and said word by word: "Wake up...go to watch..."

His voice was very rough, word by word, as if he was grinding the bark of a tree, which gave people goosebumps.

Su Huihui tugged at his clothes, "Brother Zhang, let's go quickly, otherwise I'm afraid something will happen..."

The oil-stained iron spoon was aimed at Zhang Jiancheng, and the man in mourning said again: "Watch the spirit...you go to watch the spirit..."

"Me?" Zhang Jiancheng was taken aback, "What the hell, something happened to one of you, and I'm not a relative or guardian."

He refused without thinking.

The other party heard his reluctance, blood oozes from the eye sockets, forming two blood tears, falling down the face.

Zhang Jiancheng didn't answer, but said in a low voice, "Huihui, let's go."

He thought this was a normal thing, but he didn't expect the ghost in front of him to change his face the next moment and raised the iron spoon.

Su Huihui's eyes widened and she quickly backed away.

Zhang Jiancheng swallowed, shook his head, even if he was angry, he couldn't go there, and in the middle of the night he kept vigil for a corpse he didn't know, who knew what horrors would happen.

Before the two could take a few steps, the door slammed shut.

"go……"

"Don't go."

As soon as the words were finished, a gust of cold wind hit Zhang Jiancheng's forehead with an iron spoon in the hand of the man in mourning.

Zhang Jiancheng was knocked dizzy, he shook his head before reacting, and cursed: "You are crazy!"

Unexpectedly, the ghost knocked again, "Go..."

"If you don't go, you don't go!"

"Boom!"

"Boom!"

Su Huihui watched helplessly as Zhang Jiancheng was questioned three times, knocked three times, and a big bump appeared on his forehead, which swelled up.

Zhang Jiancheng was really stunned.

He just subconsciously refused, but the npc ghost in front of him seemed to be on the fence with him, asking the same question repeatedly.

Zhang Jiancheng immediately turned around and left, "Let's go, let's go!"

Su Huihui quickly followed.

The soles of the two people's feet were windy, and they were afraid that the iron spoon would suddenly hit themselves again. This situation was really weird.

Su Huihui panted and asked, "What's the situation? Why did he suddenly ask you this question? Do you really want us to guard the spirit?"

"How do I know that? I don't know him." Zhang Jiancheng was sullen, "I was hit twice, and it hurts like hell."

After finishing speaking, the withered voice sounded again: "Will you go?"

Zhang Jiancheng replied subconsciously: "No."

The iron spoon hit his head again, knocking him unconscious. Su Huihui stood there and screamed in fright.

not far away.

Shen Youyu's heart moved, "It seems to be Su Huihui's voice."

Chen Guang wished he could leave this weird place quickly, and said, "It must be something we encountered, let's go and have a look."

Shen Youyu thought for a while, "Okay."

On the street, when Zhang Jiancheng woke up, he saw a man in mourning clothes standing in front of him with a sinister smile.

In the next second, the other party opened his mouth and asked the question just now: "Wake up... go to watch..."

Zhang Jiancheng: "..."

He really fucked up grandma's legs!

Su Huihui stayed aside tremblingly, "How about...you just agree, otherwise he may keep smashing down."

"No...can't." Zhang Jiancheng was very firm, "I don't want to spend the night with the coffin, I won't go."

He originally wanted to answer Su Huihui, but the man in mourning heard it too, and knocked it down with an iron spoon.

Zhang Jiancheng: "..."

It was really endless. From just now to now, he couldn't remember how many times he had been beaten. It seemed that his forehead went from pain to numbness in such a short period of time.

When Shen Youyu and Chen Guang arrived, they only had time to see a man in white mourning clothes, with only a few scattered hairs on his smooth head.The other party held an iron spoon used for frying rice, and kept beating on Zhang Jiancheng.

Every time Zhang Jiancheng wanted to hit the opponent, his hand passed through it. It was obvious that it was a ghost.

The other party smiled sinisterly: "Shou Ling..."

"Don't go!" Zhang Jiancheng was already on the verge of collapse, and he was hit again while covering his head, and he became dizzy for a few seconds before returning to normal.

He turned his head, and the man in mourning was still behind him, and a voice sounded in his ear again: "Wake up..."

Su Huihui was already stunned.

The hand holding the iron spoon had already exposed most of the bones, and the skin was loose on it, without a trace of flesh and blood inside. The black nails scraped against the handle of the spoon, making an unpleasant screeching sound.

Shen Youyu stepped forward quickly, frowned and asked, "Are you okay?"

The bony hand raised the iron spoon and stopped in mid-air. Just when Zhang Jiancheng thought he would stop beating, his head was hit again.

The opponent's iron spoon directly bypassed Shen Youyu.

Zhang Jiancheng: "..." He was really convinced.

It was agreed that I would call again if I didn’t answer, why did I call before answering, this ghost will definitely give a bad review!

Some places on his forehead were lumpy, and some places were sunken. He had no doubt that his head would be flattened and sunken if he was hit again.

"Shouling..."

Su Huihui stammered: "Brother Zhang, it seems that he won't leave unless he gets a definite answer. Why don't you just agree, and then..."

"If I don't go, I won't go!"

Before Su Huihui finished speaking, Zhang Jiancheng had already given the answer, and he was very persistent. He stood there resolutely, "If you have the ability, kill me!"

The iron spoon was raised high and smashed at him.

Zhang Jiancheng's face changed, he turned and ran.

Shen Youyu: "..."

The iron spoon just fell from his shoulder, and he reached out to grab it, but he pulled it over so easily.

Su Huihui looked at him in surprise.

Shen Youyu frowned after holding the iron spoon, her pretty face was slightly wrinkled, Su Huihui thought he was uncomfortable and looked over nervously.

Then I heard him say: "Ah, it's so dirty."

Su Huihui thought there was something wrong with her ears, "What?"

Losing the iron spoon, the ghost might also be a little dazed. When he moved his hand, his bones creaked.

Shen Youyu directly threw it back into his hand, and said with disgust: "You should take a bath, even a ghost must pay attention to hygiene."

Su Huihui watched in shock as he took out a handkerchief from his pocket and wiped his hands face to face.

So refined.

Two lines of blood and tears flowed from the empty eye sockets of the mourning ghost.

The author has something to say: If the sanitation is not up to standard, you will cry when you are a ghost

Today I received a notice from the editor that the name should be changed, and the word horror is not allowed, so I had to remove these two words. Escape it didn’t fit, so I had to delete it, pretending that this is not a horror story.

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