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

In just one day, two players and one NPC died, and maybe other NPCs died too, but they were not noticed.

They went back to the shroud shop, where they saw Uncle Chen who was counting customer orders again.

After a casual greeting, they returned to the room.

Sitting on the soft and comfortable bed, Xiaoling looked calm: "Do you think the one in front of us just now is the gangster who had dinner with us at noon?"

People may be affected by this street and their temperament will change, but if they look different all of a sudden, there must be ghosts.

Moreover, these NPCs who entered by mistake clearly had no idea about leaving this street, but the gangster became eager to leave, and it didn't look like he accidentally knew something and was scared.

Most importantly, he believed that Gu Yushi and Wei Jing said they hadn't seen the gangster come out of the back kitchen, which meant that the real gangster might have died in the back kitchen of the hotel at noon.

This assumption is enough to make the hair stand on end.

"When we entered this demonic realm, the demonic eyes said it was called..."

"Paper." Feng Congmian said concisely.

Combined with the usual work of Uncle Chen, the answer is ready to come out.

"He doesn't look like a simple paper-stitched man." Xiaoling frowned slightly, "No matter in his demeanor or movements, he doesn't look like he has no soul, but more like another person."

NPCs will be replaced by paper pawns, so what about the players, have any of them been replaced?

But no one will believe this kind of words, because two players have already died, but the two players who are known to be dead have not come out to replace their paper stick figures.

Fortunately, Xiaoling is not a boundary breaker, so he doesn't need to rack his brains to exchange clues with others.

His target has narrowed again, this demonic realm requires them to deal with those paper piercers.

So what role does Uncle Chen, who made the paper puppet, play in it?

He couldn't continue his thinking, and there was a faint smell of burning in the air.

At this time, it was completely dark, and the burning smell came from downstairs. If the five senses were not strengthened by the magic eye, the burning smell would be covered up soon.

Everyone's five senses are strengthened differently, and many people's enhancements are so slight that there is no difference. If someone else is in this room now, there is a high probability that they will not notice this smell, but Feng Congmian's sense of smell has been enhanced to be particularly keen. Not only did he smell it, he sensed it coming from the closed window.

But looking from the window, it was a normal scene, and there was no fire as imagined.

No, there is something wrong with this window.

Xiaoling stared at the window with bated breath for a few seconds, then suddenly stretched out her hand and tore it violently.

A whole piece of paper covering it was torn from the window, and the exterior scene on the paper, which was so realistic that it could be faked, gradually turned into a funny stick figure.

It is impossible to connect this stick figure with the real picture that leaves are moving.

They were actually deceived by a piece of paper.

The real exterior scene was revealed after tearing off the paper on the window.

I saw Uncle Chen squatting at the door of the store, with a brazier in front of him, something burning in it, and his hands were still putting things into the brazier.

Xiaoling's eyes were sharp, and she saw what he had just put in.

It was a butterfly, a paper butterfly.

"The butterfly was chosen by the little girl who came shopping for her younger brother with her mother."

Because of stealing her hairpin, Feng Congmian was very impressed.

Would a normal person choose a butterfly as a present for his dead brother?It is still the butterfly that my sister likes.

Xiaoling unlatched the window and pushed a crack to come out, "There is no so-called dead brother in their family. Butterfly was bought for that little girl in the first place, so you said that except for those NPCs who strayed in and were not afraid of fire, What are the other NPCs on this street?"

The smell of fire is stronger.

Feng Congmian's tone remained unchanged: "Paper piercing people."

All fire bans and fire prevention are fake, the essence is that paper people are afraid of fire.

When they saw players playing with fire during the day, they reacted so strongly not because of the anger they showed, but because of the fear of fire that was hidden under their skin.

"But why isn't he afraid of fire?" Xiaoling pointed to Uncle Chen curiously.

Like a cat that breaks the casserole and asks the bottom line.

Not only is Uncle Chen not afraid of fire, he is also helping people burn things.

The folk saying is that only when things are burned can they be sent to the other side of Yangshi. Those customers who buy things but dare not touch the fire can only drag him to burn them for themselves.

Feng Congmian withdrew his hand pointing at people, "What if he is human?"

Uncle Chen has a withdrawn personality and doesn't socialize with others, but everyone in the street knows his movements, and even knows whether he is in a hurry to take orders today. Those NPCs obviously don't eat, but they will remember to deliver meals to Uncle Chen every day. Those weird tempers that seemed unwilling to talk to people, now it seems that they are just out of fear of inhumans.

He would rather disguise himself as a stubborn old man, would rather be misunderstood as an equally inhuman person, and would rather not mention any innocent person who came here, even he is one of the most important accomplices on this street.

The one who looks dead and looks the least like a living person is actually the real living person in the NPC in this street.

Xiaoling had a thoughtful expression: "The paper figurines are also made by humans. Maybe they can't create the same kind of paper figurines themselves, so they can only ask humans for help, and that human being is Uncle Chen."

A puppet who is obedient, sensible and efficient.

"Maybe our direction was wrong at the beginning. These NPCs are advising us not to go out at night. We are also confused by the practice of the magic eye. We think that going out at night will trigger the death condition, but in fact the key to customs clearance is hidden at night. " Xiaoling finally took another look at Uncle Chen, and then closed the window gently.

Feng Congmian: "I'll go down by myself..." He changed his words after seeing Xiaoling's eyes, "I'll go down and have a look first, and you can follow after I'm sure it's safe."

Xiaoling patted Feng Congmian's shoulder with a force that could kill a chicken: "Stop talking nonsense, let's go down and see the situation together."

It is absolutely impossible for him to sit in the room and wait obediently, not to mention the room is not safe, the female player who died died in the room.

Feng Congmian couldn't say no to him, so he could only protect him and walk forward by himself.

But even if they were as bold as them, the moment they opened the door, they were almost frightened by the door staring at them and almost stabbing their cheeks with paper.

But this kind of astonishment was only for a moment. At the moment when the rough paper was about to stick his face, Feng Congmian subconsciously threw his fist.

That one-hundred-jin-level punch hit the paper pierced man's face as softly as if it had been sucked.

This punch was just a cover-up, Feng Congmian didn't know when the "weapon" held in his right hand ruthlessly hit the paper piercing man's face.

This action worked quickly, and the paper pricked man fell to the ground and turned into a tattered paper man.

Xiao Ling came out from behind him and kicked the paper prick man whose face had been scratched.

This is just an ordinary paper man, except for being a little big, rough in workmanship, casual in appearance, and without any breath, so it was not until the moment they opened the door that they found this paper man who had been staring at their room from outside.

They don't know how long this paper-stitched man has been at the door, whether it existed from the beginning...

He is watching there silently now, even if he fell to the ground, he did not take his eyes off them, his eyes were cut open by a knife, his face was still turned towards them, his mouth was scarlet and funny, and his mouth was exaggerated upwards. Open, as if sending a harsh sneer at them.