The layered routine of vest essence

As soon as the words fell, everyone's eyes were focused on the Taoist priest who looked extraordinarily young in Taoist robes, and his eyes were full of temptations and doubts.

Regardless of whether the Taoist priest really knew anything inside, there was no doubt that Zhou Hua's simple question pushed him to the forefront—with sinister intentions.

The Taoist didn't mind much, instead he smiled casually: "Gao Wenyao, I'm just a registered Taoist priest of Qingquan Temple. I didn't expect to enter this place by mistake when I went down the mountain to experience this time."

"As for the question this little brother asked... I don't know much about it." Gao Wenyao looked at Zhou Hua with a hint of confusion in his clear eyes, "Shouldn't everyone be looking for clues in the yard at this time?"

Zhou Hua faintly sensed that the Taoist priest had violated some aspect, but he couldn't explain why, so he had to put on a smiling face and arrange personnel first.

He has a tough temper and is used to having people in his hands. His natural tone has a touch of instructing. Ordinary people will naturally not mind it when they are panicked. He also became pissed off.

Song Anxiang is an ordinary small network anchor in Kimchi Country. He usually shoots some daily food, drink and have fun, or goes to the whole network to stir up some troubles to attract people's attention. Before coming here, he not only watched Hua Country broadcast He also opened the live broadcast and complained to the water friends, saying that the rescue team who failed to save people and took them in was not successful, and pointed out a wave of weird conspiracy theories.

As a result, he came to this ghostly place with a bang, and in his heart he was undoubtedly branded as weird and small-bellied. Seeing Zhou Hua's cautious manner, he undoubtedly felt a fire in his heart.

Song Anxiang completely ignored Zhou Hua's words to tell him to look for traces in the house, and he took the lead in pushing away the crowd and walked to the door. He stretched out his feet in slippers and kicked the wooden door, yelling arrogantly: "**** Weird! If you have the ability to come out and line up with your grandfather and me, why are you here to kill me with all these bells and whistles?"

Seeing the stunned looks of the people around him, not only did he not feel that something was wrong, but he was also very satisfied.

Song Anxiang continued to kick the door, confident in his heart, he knew that Weird must have a fixed pattern in order to kill people, as long as he doesn't violate it, it doesn't matter, and now he is still in the countdown safe room before the game starts, so it is natural to make any move There will be no problem.

Everyone stopped what they were doing and looked at this young man who was not bold enough to go to heaven while swearing and kicking the door, each with their own plans in their hearts.

The seemingly old wooden door finally couldn't bear the trampling of an adult man, only heard a "creak", the lock on the wooden door broke, and slowly opened, the dark environment appeared.

"Look!" He turned his head and smiled triumphantly at the crowd, "There's nothing wrong with it. If you can find any clues in this small courtyard, why don't you go out and look for them first."

Standing by the side of the house, Gao Wenyao frowned as he watched the strange pattern on it. Suddenly, a gust of water vapor made him shiver, causing him to turn his head subconsciously.

The white mist in the distance filled in at a very fast speed, like the scorching smell of burning white flour silk rushed into his sensitive nostrils, it seemed that something was secretly delighted in the mist, making a rustling sound .

Song Anxiang had already started arguing with Zhou Hua, and seemed to be discussing whether to go out or not.

Zhou Hua said impatiently: "Our house hasn't been searched yet, and we don't have any self-defense equipment. What do you use to fight when you go out and encounter danger?"

Song Anxiang floated on the door with one hand, sneered, and greeted the people in the distance: "Everyone has seen it, this guy is a coward, he just wants to hide in here and be a turtle, why not go out with me to explore the way, point out Maybe the rescue team is already outside."

Indeed, quite a few people were moved and slowly walked behind Song Anxiang, which made Zhou Hua very embarrassed.

"Then you all go out, let me see how miserable the death will be." His sinister expression made people feel uncomfortable, and more and more people stood behind Song Anxiang.

Gao Wenyao stood on the earthen jar, watching the white line slowly approaching through the wall, counting the time in his mind, and the aunt from a certain country next to him even pulled him before he acted.

"Aren't you going out with us?"

Gao Wenyao shook his head: "I think it's better to search the yard first."

The aunt glanced at him and Zhou Hua, shook her head, and muttered: "Why are young people so brainless nowadays!"

The countdown in the air was still jumping, and the speed was much faster without a sound, but no one noticed.

Zhou Hua glanced at Gao Wenyao, saw that he was still staring into the distance indifferently, and also felt that the Taoist priest was talking about it, so he ignored it and went into the house to explore by himself.

Song Anxiang folded his arms and saw that there were more and more people on his side, and finally there were only a few unsightly people left in the yard. He immediately snorted in satisfaction and stepped out of the threshold.

"This alley is a bit dark, everyone take care of it, go out first and then talk."

The crowd subconsciously grabbed the hem of the man in front of him and formed a chain. Suddenly, a dark-skinned young man shouted in a strange tone: "I heard you! That's the son of a god, the voice of the soul!"

Everyone's expressions changed drastically, only the rustling sound could be heard in the distance, as if something had been awakened, and the whole town woke up.

[drop!The countdown is over, I wish you a pleasant journey~]

Voices in the air sounded, with casual sarcasm and teasing, as if suggesting that they were on a journey to hell.

"what--!!"

The shrill scream completely cut through the fog, and brought a group of ordinary people who hadn't seen the reality clearly into a weird and terrifying atmosphere.

Gao Wenyao was still staring at the sky in a daze, even Zhou Hua couldn't help trembling when he heard the screams coming from outside, but he was indifferent.

At this time, there were three people left in the yard including the two of them, one was an old man with handicapped legs and feet, and two middle-aged women whose legs were weak from fright.

It goes without saying that the burden of whom to discuss with falls on Gao Wenyao, who seems to be more sensible.

Zhou Hua quickly recorded the strange patterns on the wall, walked up to Gao Wenyao and said, "I'm sorry for your suspicion just now, did you find anything?"

The young Taoist looked back at the sky, and gave Zhou Hua an inexplicable smile: "The fog is coming."

"There are strange things in the fog... what are they looking for?"

Zhou Hua listened to his words and asked, "Can you see things so far away?"

"Well, although our Qingquan temple has fallen, we still have the unique knowledge. The disciples under the sect are all smart, so it's easy to see these things clearly." Gao Wenyao seemed a little proud.

Zhou Hua searched in his memory for a long time but couldn't find the name of this sect. Fifty years later, his memory is blurred. Presumably Qingquan Temple has also been lost in this turmoil, so there is no trace of it.

He was a little upset. Although he came from the future, he had never experienced any weird games. In that time and space, the savior of the Wen family quickly controlled the situation in the second year after the spiritual energy recovered. Human casualties were minor.

And Zhou Hua, as a close friend of that person, understood how he did this series of operations during a side attack at a banquet. After careful planning step by step, Zhou Hua finally teamed up with Zhou Ning to forcibly plunder the system and returned to the past.

I thought that by snatching the luck and the system, the two of them could play with the world by cooperating, but first the system blew up Zhou Ning and lost the right to control Weird, and then he was so unlucky that he was pulled into the weird game. crash.

Zhou Hua looked at his sickly and weak body with some aggrieved eyes, saying that he couldn't die in this ghostly place!

Gao Wenyao saw that the person next to him was also silent, his expression was still changing, and he didn't even respond to the fog that was almost filling the yard, so he poked him immediately: "Hey, what's your name? We can stop you if you don't look for clues." No more this fog."

"Ah, I'm Huayang." Zhou Hua regained consciousness and subconsciously hid his real name, "I found some strange totems on the wall, which looked like dragons, shellfish, and a root Crowbar."

"Hmm..." Gao Wenyao looked as if he was thinking and wanted to say something, but in the end he could only let out a breath silently, and turned to the trio who were huddling together for warmth, "Do you want to go out together?"

The two women shook their heads frantically, and the remaining lame old man sighed and shook his head too.

Gao Wenyao said "Oh", and took out a small bell from the inner lining of his Taoist robe and handed it to the old man: "You three, take this first, evil spirits, let's go out and have a look."

Although the little bell looked like it was bought for a few dollars at a roadside stall, and even had some rust, the old man gratefully accepted it and read a bunch of prayers that he didn't understand to Gao Wenyao.

Zhou Hua had been waiting patiently for Gao Wenyao to respond to his discovery, but he saw this little Taoist who seemed to be independent and walked out of the courtyard, and couldn't help asking: "You don't have any opinion on what I said?" ?”

Gao Wenyao looked at him inexplicably: "Should I have any insights? Since there are no other clues, it's better to go out and have a look first."

He took out another bell from his pocket, and took out a small bell of the same style, with an unknown stain on it, and handed it to Zhou Hua: "If you're afraid of me, I'll give you one too.

"I don't want it!" Looking at the smelly bell, Zhou Hua patted it in disgust, and said a little angrily, "Don't you even think about how to solve this matter?"

Gao Wenyao pinched the bell and looked at Zhou Hua inexplicably: "Hey, I'm more curious about how you got here than solving this matter."

"How did it come about?"

Gao Wenyao rushed forward fiercely, scaring Zhou Hua back half a step.

"I'm different from you, and you're different from them." He mumbled to himself, "But we're different from him, so maybe that's why everyone came here."

Zhou Hua thumped in his heart, his face darkened instantly, and he said in a deep voice, "You really know something."

Gao Wenyao spread his hands with a smile: "I do know something, after all, I am also a member of MIA."

MIA!

Zhou Hua's face changed: "Do you know Zhou Ning? Or, what era is this?"

"I'm going to ask you." Gao Wenyao stepped out of the threshold first, turning a blind eye to the fog in front of him and the faint blood coming from it, "If I read correctly, your soul is full of karma. There is no doubt about death."

He turned his head to look at Zhou Hua, whose face was cloudy and uncertain, and showed a sunny smile: "Or, you can just die by yourself."