Cannon fodder, please open your eyes [Quick Transmigration]

Having nothing to say to a childish ghost who loves to eat flying vinegar, Shen Pei gave him a fierce look, and forcefully opened the big hand that was eating his own tofu.

The ancient tomb buried deep in the ground can't see the light of day, and it's hard to perceive the passage of time, but with 0049 and Sheng Yi, the ghosts who can only pass through the wall, Shen Pei is well aware of the situation of Cui Rui and other players.

Without Shen Pei, the "plug-in" that can ward off evil spirits by letting bloodletting, except for Cui Rui, who can exchange items in the mall, and the protagonist who is protected by him, the rest of the players are all tossed by the tongueless female ghost.

Especially the long-haired girl who was possessed by the boss at the beginning, but she has never been able to find the missing Shen Pei. She has naturally become a typical example for female ghosts to kill others.

So, when Xiaopingtou and the little fat man, who had spent three nights safely, wanted to wash their faces together, when they opened the door, they saw the body of the long-haired girl dangling in front of the guest room.

Her eyes were wide open, her mouth was tongueless... She was hung in front of the corridor by an unknown force with a hideous face, and her pale face was full of pain and panic.

The drowsiness in his head completely dissipated, the little fat man covered his mouth and let out a muffled scream, almost peeing his pants because of this other meaning of "opening the door to kill".

In order to avoid the trouble caused by the mutated corpse of the teammate who died in vain, the players who had experienced five missions tacitly dragged the long-haired girl to the mass grave for cremation.

Even though it is known that the other party will be "reborn" in the real world after other teammates complete the task, the "resurrection" that can be seen at a glance and only lasts for 24 hours is not a kind of torture for the player.

The dead branches doused with high-concentration alcohol were crackling and burning, and the little fat man and the others were silent for a moment as they watched the pulsating flames.

The long-haired girl died.

But they haven't figured out the rules of killing ghosts.

Cui Rui, who holds the script in his hand, knows the boss's routine of attracting people to talk and then possessing him in his dreams, but in order not to force the other party to jump over the wall and change to a new way to kill, he only cares about the safety of the protagonist, and finally chooses to play dumb.

It was at this time that the old mayor, who had been sitting in the ancestral hall like a transparent person, finally fulfilled his role as a plot NPC, and opened his mouth to point the way for the players.

——The ghosts wandering around Qingxi Town day and night will become even more crazy as the death date approaches. If you want to suppress her, you must have the most yin or the most yang thing as a weapon.

And according to what the old mayor said, counting today, there are only three days left before the ghost's death day. All kinds of death fg are also likely to usher in group destruction on the seventh day.

"Survive for seven days", this is the supernatural game's tease to them.

Looking at the extremely slow blood-red countdown on the mission panel, the players who originally thought the mission was relatively low in difficulty finally realized the deep malice from the system.

"So, the ghost in Qingxi Town is the granddaughter-in-law of the old mayor who was killed by domestic violence," the nail sank into her palm and forced herself to calm down. The short-haired girl tried to smooth out the plot, "The seventh day is her death day. Before that, we have to find a magic weapon that can suppress wronged souls."

"Zhiyin...could it be the mass grave outside the town? We didn't search carefully enough before, and there is still a small burial plot in the thick fog that hasn't been dug."

Hearing this, the little fat man who had been fumigated and left a psychological shadow immediately retched.

"Why do you want to find Zhiyin?" Realizing that the short-haired girl's death seemed to be a bit off track, Xiaoping scratched his head in confusion, "Don't we have Shen Pei? Please let him bleed and it will be over?"

The short-haired girl was surprised: "But he disappeared..."

Xiaoping said: "But Cui Rui has been leading us to look for him."

"It can not only solve the female ghost but also save Shen Pei," he turned to look at Cui Rui, with an expression of seeking approval, "kill two birds with one stone, right?"

Faintly looking to become the backbone of the team, Cui Rui raised his glasses and nodded, very satisfied that Xiaopingtou took the initiative to play this "clown".

Because it won't be long before they know that supernatural games have always been bad, and even if it's just a boss that hasn't reached its heyday, it can't be suppressed with just a bowl of blood.

At that time, the player who first proposed to use Shen Pei as the Zhiyang magic weapon will inevitably become a target, and bear the inner suffering, entanglement and accusations of other teammates.

Cui Rui always likes to push other people to do such "dirty things" that can easily cause a mess.

In this way, no matter how miserable a cannon fodder like Shen Pei dies in the end, he is the innocent winner who is deeply loved by the protagonist.

Realizing that these raiders were brazen enough to compete one by one, 0049, who was broadcasting live for the host, spat fiercely: [I'm yuck. 】

If there is no script and no system to help, how can those scumbags who are used to relying on shopping mall props to cheat against other hosts?

Whether they do mental calculations or not, where do they look proud.

[Okay, okay, I'm so angry that my hair explodes. ] Holding a fist-sized luminous pearl in his hand, Shen Pei walked along the map given by 0049, and looked at the surrounding stone carvings and paintings with great interest.

Although it is a bit old, but perhaps the craftsmanship of the craftsman is too superb, it is as clear and agile as if it has just been engraved.

0049 muttered twice: [I just feel sorry for you. 】

If there were no invaders to intervene, even if its host was a little unlucky, it would not have died as miserable as it did in the previous life.

[No Ji Tailai, didn't I meet you? ] Most of the pent-up anger in his heart erupted in the third generation Ji Wei. Although Shen Pei still hasn't let go, there is a little more real freedom between his brows. People live for a long time, and this may also be a kind of compensation. 】

Looking back, his motivation to travel time and time again is not only revenge.

Pink bubbles filled the surroundings, and 0049 pinched his nose with an exaggerated expression: [Tsk tsk tsk, this love smells sour. 】

[If you are capable, you can say it in front of Sheng Yi?What's the point of secretly poking and feeding me dog food? 】

Shen Pei sighed slightly: [It's not that I haven't found a chance yet. 】

Although the female ghost in Qingxi Town is no longer a threat to him now, but when he thinks that Cui Rui and his group of players may break into the ancient tomb at any time, Shen Pei no longer feels like a certain ghost.

——The wave returns to the wave, he doesn't have a habit of being surrounded by people watching his bed affairs.

Besides, who told a certain ghost to be so beautiful in this life, when he thought of Sheng Yi's handsome face with a three-pointed smile, Shen Pei wanted to hide him well and not show him to outsiders.

0049 Helplessly: [It's over, it's over, it seems that the vinegar essence attribute is still contagious. 】

【It's called 'It's not that one family doesn't enter one house',】 casually glanced at the countdown on the virtual panel, Shen Pei's phoenix eyes raised slightly, 【Let's wait until the task is over, it shouldn't take as long as three days. 】

The entire Qingxi Town has been turned over by the players on the ground. As long as Cui Rui is not stupid, he should guess that the only place where he can hide is the ancient tomb.

One day at the latest, the other party will definitely throw out the clue of Zhen Zhi, overtly and covertly urging the player to go to the grave.

[I hope they can toss lightly,] Slowly wipe off the floating ash on the carvings and paintings, Shen Pei spoke softly, [After all, this is also the place where Sheng Yi has slept for thousands of years. 】

Judging from the stone carvings and paintings along the way, Sheng Yi's tomb will be built here, which should be related to the so-called dragon veins of the royal family.

"Look at what you're doing." Knowing that the young man would not be affected, Sheng Yi still covered the other's eyes with his hands, "According to what you said, there is no royal family outside."

Touching with his fingertips the little man who couldn't see his face clearly and was always walking alone, Shen Pei asked softly: "Is this you?"

"It's me," the past is vivid in his mind, Sheng Yi felt the itching of the youth's eyelashes sweeping across the palm of his hand, and he was half serious and half joking to scare the other party, "The lone star of the heavenly evil hinders the destiny of the country and restrains the six relatives, so let go Confined separately in a separate courtyard near the imperial mausoleum, using the shadow of the ancestors to resolve the evil spirits, to demonstrate the benevolence of the heavenly family, the love of the father, the kindness of the father, and the filial piety of the son."

Knowing how those eunuchs, court ladies, and blood brothers avoided him, the red-clothed ghost deliberately lowered his voice and clung to each other: "How is it? Are you afraid?"

"What's so terrible about feudal superstition?" Even though it was just a few words, even though he had already guessed that Sheng Yi's life experience would not be so pleasant, when Shen Pei heard this with his own ears, he would still feel sad and angry— —

There is no inscription, no eulogy, and this is clearly a tomb without words.

Subconsciously aggrieved for the other party, Shen Pei said angrily: "The so-called fate is not absolute. Putting a country's ups and downs on a child is just as ridiculous as those politicians who advocate trouble for women."

It was rare to see a young man speak so much in one breath, Sheng Yi was taken aback, and the corners of his mouth raised unconsciously: "What's wrong..."

"Does it hurt me?"

Finally remembering that he was still trapped in his arms, the black-haired young man struggled twice and did not answer, but the back of his neck fainted with a clear crimson color.

As if he was afraid that others would not know that he was changing the subject, he cleared his throat: "Then what happens later."

"Later I got sick and died." Because of his identity, he was quite dabbled in Fengshui metaphysics, although Sheng Yi was dead, he could roughly calculate the situation afterwards. Such a gloomy tomb allows me to absorb the filth and turbidity in the dragon veins, and I can serve the royal family after death."

However, it is precisely because of this that he was able to sink his body without decay, and achieved the "eternal life" that countless emperors dreamed of in another form.

As if remembering something interesting, his smiling eyes were crooked, but his tone was full of disappointment: "...As you said, waste recycling."

Shen Pei, who suddenly lost his leg: ...

The heavens can learn from it, he just wanted to make the other party angry at the time.

"That's not what I meant," the black-haired young man lowered his voice twice when he knew it was his fault, "I just..."

"Just trying to take that body away."

Uncharacteristically, he didn't get angry on the issue of spirit and flesh, and the red-clothed ghost answered with a half-smile, staring at the human being in his arms with a pair of blood-colored eyes: "It's okay."

"You always have a chance to know which is better."

The author has something to say: Pei Pei: I'm a little flustered.

Sheng Yi: Maybe you should ask me when I died.

0049: ...Who would ask about the anniversary of someone's death, my friend?

Supernatural games are not charitable organizations. They keep their vitality in ancient tombs. Of course, they must be set with sufficient difficulty.

Therefore, both ghosts are approaching their death days, congratulations to Cui Rui and others for unlocking the difficulty of hell, let's go crazy together 2333

Comparing hearts every day, mua~