Escape by falling in love in a horror game

He rushed down, like an off-string arrow, shot on the dining table with a bang, and the food on the table was thrown into a mess. All the disciples were scrambling to catch crows, but Song Chengyu scolded them.

Song Chengyu: "Let it go."

Everyone quieted down, only to find that the crow folded its wings, and a shriveled human hand was tied to its right foot!On the thumb of that hand was a green jade wrench.

The air was still for a moment, and immediately someone cried bitterly: "This is the finger wrench of the uncle!"

"Don't talk nonsense, how come the master's finger is in its hand?"

"That hand is probably also a teacher..."

"Impossible! Uncle Master has a very high level of cultivation, how could he..."

The man couldn't continue talking, after all, the facts were in front of him, this hand was the hand of the uncle, and the owner of this finger puller may have already encountered an accident.

Song Chengyu winked at Lu Xi, and Lu Xi stepped forward, untied the human hand from the crow's foot, and handed it to him.

Song Chengyu tapped lightly on the back of his hand, his clenched fist suddenly opened slowly, and a dazzling golden light poured out from between his fingers.

Everyone took a closer look, only to find a line of small characters written on the palm of this hand: Baiyue City Quick Help!

Then the golden light gradually faded, and the whole hand was quickly charred, like a stone that had been dried for a long time, it was instantly shattered into powder and dissipated in front of the eyes.

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Three months ago, a strange phenomenon began to appear at the foot of Canglan Mountain. According to the feedback of the nearby people, every midnight, people could hear people blowing and beating on the path in the mountain.And only hear his voice, not see his person.

At first glance, it sounds like a wedding performance, but after careful identification, it is mixed with howling ghosts and howling wolves. It can make one's liver and gallbladder split, and one can feel numb from the scalp to the back of the spine even when hiding under the covers.

The government of the town often receives cases of missing persons recently, and all the victims are young couples who have just married. A single missing person may be a vendetta or love murder, but everyone is missing in pairs, which is unavoidable. It's a little strange.

When things go wrong, there must be demons. There are many victims in this incident. I am afraid that it was not man-made, but some evil spirits were behind the scenes.When Gui Mengzong received the news, his uncle immediately led a group of disciples to rush down the mountain and began to investigate the matter.

Just a few days ago, the master uncle just wrote back saying that he found suspicious traces at the foot of the mountain, and decided to lead his disciples into the tiger's den to find out that night.

The disciples who stayed in the sect were all excited to hear it. They wished they could go to the foot of the mountain with gongs and drums to greet the master uncle triumphantly. Zong carried forward.

But before they finished the pennant, the uncle's severed hand was brought back by the crow. Thinking of the uncle who was strict with them but responsible in the past, everyone's mood fell into an unprecedented depression.

Lu Xi stood aside, still thinking about the scene just now, and finally something high-powered came, but Baiyue City came to the rescue...

Where is Baiyue City?

Unexpectedly, Song Chengyu, who had been silent all the time, said in the next moment: "Pass down the order. At three quarters in the afternoon, all the disciples of Guimengzong will gather on the terrace and immediately go down the mountain to Baiyue City."

Lu Xi rode a horse on the mountain path, feeling that the huge sun above his head was about to melt his skin, he wiped the sweat from his face, and kept adjusting his breath to cool himself down, watching Song Chengyu next to him Bi is completely like a person from two worlds, dressed in white, refreshing and comfortable, like a piece of crystal clear ice in the sun.

On that white jade-like face, there was no trace of sweat flowing, Lu Xi was surprised, seeing that his clothes were heavier than his own, how could he not be hot at all?

Finally, when they reached a peach blossom forest halfway up the mountain, Song Chengyu stopped his horse and asked everyone to rest on the spot.

Lu Xi grabbed the rein, immediately got off the horse, and went to hide from the sun under a taller old tree beside him. In fact, he felt a little nervous.

In the first dungeon, it was a stormy night as soon as he came out.The second one was also at dusk when the sun was setting. It turned out to be the most dangerous third dungeon, but it was a sunny noon. Isn't it a bit inconsistent with the tone of horror games?

There is a saying that the more seemingly normal a situation is, the more abnormal it is.I'm afraid that there will be a terrifying conspiracy waiting for him under this clear sky.

Lu Xi grabbed the cuffs, wiped the sweat from her neck, squatted under the roots of the tree, and idly picked the stones on the ground.But at the next moment, all the heat and dryness dissipated instantly, and he broke out in a cold sweat under the scorching sun.

The old trees with luxuriant foliage cast huge shadows on the ground, like a giant umbrella, covering the huge scorching sun.But who can tell him why there is a human hand growing on this tree?

That strangely shaped hand swayed gently with the breeze, hanging lightly on Lu Xi's head, as long as he raised his head an inch, he would collide with that hand.

That hand seemed to sense Lu Xi's fear, and at the moment when he was about to run away, he seized the opportunity to grab his hair and tore it desperately.

"Help me! Don't go, save me!"

All the disciples were attracted by the cries for help, and they saw a little beggar in ragged clothes hanging upside down from the tree, with his head down, reaching out and grabbing Lu Xi's hair tightly.

Lu Xi was also helpless, just now when he saw that weird shadow, he was almost frightened out of his wits, but he didn't expect that there was a person tied to the tree, and he grabbed his hair without saying a word.

Lu Xi: "I said, can you let go of your hand first, how can I save you if you don't let go?"

The little beggar acted as if he couldn't understand human words, and still held on to Lu Xi tightly: "Don't go, save me! Please, save me!"

Lu Xi: "..." This person is probably either a fool or a deaf person.

The little beggar refused to let go, Lu Xi naturally couldn't save him, the two could only stay in this stalemate, until Song Chengyu came over and threw a fallen leaf with his hand, cutting the rope on the little beggar, then he howled, like Like a fruit falling from the treetops, it fell into Song Chengyu's arms.

When their eyes met, the little beggar was stunned, looking at Song Chengyu who was hugging him, his dark eyes widened instantly, and he shouted stupidly: "Immortal? Brother, are you an immortal?...You are an immortal brother!"

The surrounding disciples were all amused by the sound of the fairy brother, although the master looked like a young man, but his real age was more than enough to be the grandfather of this little beggar.

However, it's not surprising that the master's elegant face is called the fairy brother, after all, even his disciples who have been serving him all the year round often look at the master's face obsessively.

Song Chengyu put down the little beggar in his arms expressionlessly, and glanced at Lu Xi: "It's all right."

Lu Xi quickly tidied up her messy hair, tied it up with a wooden hairpin, and shook her head: "It's okay, Master."

Song Chengyu flicked his sleeves and turned around: "Get on the horse and continue on the road."

Song Chengyu turned to leave, but the little beggar behind him rushed up to hug him, Song Chengyu waved his hand, and opened his unruly arms, the little beggar only grabbed the hem of his robe, and knelt down on the ground with a plop.

Little beggar: "Brother Immortal! He called you master just now, so are these people your apprentices? Then you accept me too. I will definitely study hard and practice hard to become a generation of heroes! And I eat very little, and I know how to cook and cook, wash clothes and herd sheep, and do whatever work my brother needs!"

The little beggar looked young, but he was quite courageous. He was not at all timid when speaking in front of so many people, and asked strangers to take him in as soon as he opened his mouth.

Seeing that Song Chengyu remained unmoved, and even told his tragic life experience in tears, it turned out that his parents died when he was three years old, and he lived so long by begging for a hundred meals. People in the village hated him very much.

So he wanted to go far away. Anyway, he was young and strong, so he went out to wander around, but was stopped by a group of bandits. Seeing that he had no money to rob, they beat him up and tied him to a tree.

Seeing the horrific scars on the child's body, the senior brothers around couldn't help but tremble, thinking of their own embarrassing past.

They all began to persuade Song Chengyu eagerly: "Master, I think this child is quite pitiful, so you can accept him. Can we take care of him in the future?"

"Yes, I used to have a younger brother in my family, but it's a pity that he starved to death during the famine, otherwise he would be this old."

"Besides, in this barren mountain, he can't live without him here."

Everyone said something to each other, as if they had become the little beggar's real brother in a blink of an eye, only Lu Xi and Song Chengyu remained unmoved.

Lu Xi felt that the child had a strange feeling that he couldn't explain.He still declined to comment.

This little beggar was really persistent, Song Chengyu took a step, he dragged a step behind, knelt on the ground and drew a three-foot-long ravine with his knees, until Song Chengyu turned to him and asked, "Name."

The little beggar immediately laughed through his tears: "Chang Wan!"

Song Chengyu: "How old are you?"

Chang Wan: "17!"

Song Chengyu said lightly: "It's too big, the muscles and bones are formed, the internal strength can be cultivated later, but the body skills need to be cultivated from an early age."

Chang Wan's face collapsed immediately, tears rolled down her dirty face, she bit her lower lip again, trying hard not to cry out, her choked shoulders trembled in the end.

Seeing this pitiful appearance, the senior brothers empathized with each other, but they didn't dare to disobey the master's intentions face to face. No matter how good the relationship is on weekdays, Song Chengyu is also the suzerain of Guimengzong. As a disciple of Guimengzong, what is more important? clear.

Everyone had no choice but to leave Chang Wan behind and turned around to get on the horse. A disciple looked at Chang Wan's lonely figure and couldn't help muttering in a low voice: "Isn't a certain person picked up and returned to the Dream Sect at the age of 17?"