I rely on force value to clear the dungeon [unlimited]

Uncle Chen downstairs was startled, he finished burning the last thing at hand, quickly packed up the brazier and walked inside.

After only two steps, he was stopped by Xiaoling who went downstairs and blocked the door.

He showed his signature cute baby smile: "Need help?"

Uncle Chen's expression became fierce, and he ignored his question, "Do you want to die if you go out at night?"

No matter how fierce it is, it's just fierce and soft.

Xiaoling looked innocent, but took another step forward with a tough attitude: "Of course we don't want to die, but we are missed."

Hearing this sentence, the old man immediately knew what the young man had discovered, so he stopped covering it up and said with a sullen face, "I wanted to keep you for a few days, but now it seems that you have no choice but to seek death."

He said so, but subconsciously dodged a few steps back because of Xiao Ling's approach.

Xiao Ling's expression became more and more innocent, but the words she said were icy: "How long will you stay with us? We are the first ones to be targeted." It's just that they avoided them.

At that time, so many paper flowers in their room on the first day did not appear in vain. They were paper flowers that would only appear at funerals. Later, they reminded Gu Yushi and Wei Jing, and also learned about the There are simply not so many paper flowers.

This is where the difficulty of this demonic realm lies. Players who choose to stay in the shroud shop will most likely die on the first night, and then players in this demonic realm will lose Uncle Chen, an extremely crucial clue.

Thinking about it now, based on hair color and height, when they first met Uncle Chen, the paper figure he was making was probably Feng Congmian.

This is just an NPC's malice towards the player, so they didn't meet the death conditions, and they didn't find themselves being targeted. If it wasn't for the accidental discovery of those paper flowers, that night would not have been so peaceful.

The lantern hanging in front of the shop wailed.

The whimpering sound made the atmosphere even more tense.

These lanterns don't usually call, only when "they" are about to appear.

Uncle Chen stared at the lantern with an expression of extreme fear. This kind of fear overwhelmed the fear of Xiaoling and Feng Congmian, and made him desperately want to run into the store.

Feng Congmian grabbed him and picked him up by his collar, ignoring his strangled sound and asked, "What the hell is this lantern?"

A heavy coercion made him tremble unconsciously: "This is a ecstasy lamp made of human skin. They use this lamp to attract people whose minds are easily shaken, and the souls of those people will be detained in In the lamp, come to confuse the next person, and the trapped souls can only leave if they attract enough newcomers." So even if they are killed in this way, they will not leave room to lure others to die.

A cruel and simple method.

Xiaoling poked him with her "weapon": "Who are they? Are they paper figurines from this street?"

But Uncle Chen refused to say any more, his mouth was tightly closed, and his head was covered with cold sweat because of Feng Congmian's murderous intent.

Seeing that it was useless to threaten him, Feng Congmian knocked him out with a palm, and threw him on the shop floor like a piece of trash.

The wailing of the big lanterns became louder, and the lanterns at the door of every store were howling, and those lights turned into a faint green light, and there were twinkling things inside that kept hitting the lanterns, but as Chen As Uncle said, those lanterns are made of human skin, and the evil spirits inside cannot escape at all.

Xiaoling couldn't tell whether they were angry or scared, but he knew that something must be coming out.

"Let's go in and avoid it first."

"En." Feng Congmian had no objection, he took the initiative to close the door of the shop, leaving a small gap on purpose.

The store was silent, and the wailing was not heard clearly when it was shut outside the house.

Xiaoling suddenly became curious about where Uncle Chen's unfinished paper figures were kept.

He did not hesitate to ask his doubts.

Feng Congmian rubbed his little curly hair: "It may be on the third floor."

The third floor is the only place they haven't visited yet.

Xiao Ling's eyes lit up, and she thumped upstairs.

Old Feng's father followed closely in case he tripped him.

Fortunately, the old-fashioned steep stairs didn't bother him, but when he passed the second floor, Xiaoling found that the paper-made man who had been slashed by them and fell at the door of the room had moved by himself at some point.

The expression on his face changed from sneering to mourning, with funny black teardrops hanging down his face, his head turned 180 degrees and he was looking at the people coming up from the stairs.

Such a paper prick man crawling by himself in the dark is a proper horror movie style.

It's a pity that Xiaoling is not a person who will be frightened by horror movies. He took out the lighter he got from Uncle Chen and clicked it on. "If you don't want to catch fire on your body, be good."

The most useful thing for paper is indeed fire. The paper piercer's expression distorted when he saw the jumping flame, and gradually changed into a frightened expression.

After confirming that it would not follow Lai Xiaoling, he went to the third floor.

Don't forget to step on it before you go.

There is only one room on the third floor, which looks dark and shabby. Even if you turn on the light, you can't escape the cold atmosphere in the room.

Except for an iron bed and very old-looking tables and chairs, there are almost nothing else, which can be called a barren house.

The pillows and quilts on the bed have been used for many years, and they have turned yellow in large areas.

It can be seen that Uncle Chen's life here has not been considered good. Perhaps it is the last bit of conscience as a human being, and he uses this method to "punish" himself.

But compared to the innocent souls who died here, this is not a redemption at all.

Xiaoling fumbled around, but found no mechanism, he suddenly missed Li Jiaxun extremely, that guy is a good at finding organs.

A muscular arm suddenly passed by him and touched the wall in front of him.

Xiaoling was about to raise her head to ask, when she found a secret door suddenly opened.

It turned out that Feng Congmian found out the mechanism.

The organ is on the wall in front of my eyes, so I can find it after a while.

Xiaoling muttered childishly.

Feng Congmian looked at him with a smile in his eyes, as if looking at a child who couldn't grow up.

Inside the secret door, there was indeed the paper piercing man they were looking for.

These paper pricked figures were lined up, staring straight at the door like this, making people crazy.

Especially seeing a paper-made man who looks like me, it's hard not to feel scared.

Not only was Xiaoling not afraid, but she even commented disgustingly on her paper-wrapped man: "This place seems to be a little fatter, is the neck a little shorter, and the mouth is too red, have you eaten a child?"

In the end, I made a conclusion: "It's not as good-looking as me at all."

Feng Congmian nodded seriously. He frowned and wanted to burn this fake, but he was afraid of any adverse reaction on the little guy.

The degree of completion of these paper figurines from left to right is getting higher and higher. The paper figurines of Xiaoling and Feng Congmian are placed on the far right, except for the eyes that have not been drawn on the face. Jing is the same, except for the facial features, they are almost the same.

Restaurants and shroud shops are high-risk jobs. They have been targeted early on. It is obvious that once the paper piercing is completely completed, the death condition will be triggered passively.

And among these paper figurines, two paper figurines have already been completed, which look extremely similar to real people.

The two of them are also placed on the far right, closest to the door.

Xiaoling stretched out his hand to touch the completed paper puppet, and unexpectedly felt a different touch, which was exactly the same as when he touched the little girl whose hairpin was stolen.

His fingertips hadn't left the paper piercing man completely, but the two of them suddenly moved.

Thinking that it was her touch that made them move, Xiaoling had a troublesome expression on her face.

But soon he discovered that this was not the case at all.

The two paper pierced people walked out stiffly as if they had been summoned, completely treating them as nothing, like dead things that couldn't think.

"I thought they would turn into doubles like that bastard paper man." Xiaoling's tone showed a hint of confusion.

In short, it shouldn't be as soulless as it is now.

Feng Congmian pulled him: "Let's follow and see, something outside appeared."

Only then did Xiao Ling suddenly realize that the intermittent howling just now had completely disappeared.