The layered routine of vest essence

Without any malice, the plain and straightforward words joined together turned into the most vicious curse, which made Zhou Hua's expression change instantly.

He grabbed Gao Wenyao who stepped out of the door, gritted his teeth and asked, "What do you mean?"

Gao Wenyao moved his hand away indifferently, and straightened his messy clothes: "You go out with me to have a look first."

Zhou Hua covered his mouth and coughed a few times, the hatred in his eyes gradually deepened, he didn't bring out the medicine, time dragged on, there was no need to be weird, he would die himself.

The two stepped out of the door one after the other. The white mist made the whole world in a state of blending. It was hard to tell where was the sky and where was the earth. Live heavy.

Song Anxiang and his party who went out earlier have long since disappeared. Smelling the pungent smell of the air, there must be no good results.

Zhou Hua held the crowbar tightly in his hand, looked around with vigilant eyes, wondering whether this MIA member had anything to do with Zhou Ning.

Feeling the rustling sound in the fog approaching, Gao Wenyao pulled out the quaint black bell with delicate patterns engraved on his waist, and the somewhat dull ringing made people feel refreshed.

It seemed that the crowbar really had any effect on the enemy, and the two walked out of the alley very smoothly and calmly, and arrived at a spacious intersection.

The surrounding area was filled with dense fog, and the whole city seemed to be a dead city. There was no sound of anyone calling for help, and no shadow of any activity could be seen.

Zhou Hua took the crowbar and walked to the open shop next to him. At this time, there was a small shop selling cloth, blue, gray, green, black and white cloths were lined up in sequence, and there was no other style except the counter. There was an iron basin on the small wooden table next to it, and there were some pickled vegetables in it, and the porridge was still steaming, and it looked like someone was still eating it.

"This is it!" A bad premonition was born in his heart, which made him tremble all over. Zhou Hua rushed out, only to find that Gao Wenyao had disappeared long ago, and he was the only one who could be heard on the white street. There was a rapid gasp.

"Damn it!" Zhou Hua couldn't help but swear, "This shit is back to 50 years ago!"

It's not like he hasn't experienced this kind of thing before. The era when Zhou Hua and Zhou Ning landed early due to wrong space-time coordinates was also full of chaos and blood, but the system at this time has not been activated, and the existence of MIA is an unreasonable Case.

Unless this weirdness has already discovered the stowaways on the timeline and is here to punish them.

But why would anyone else come in?Who is controlling Gao Wenyao?

Zhou Hua's heart flustered and he couldn't breathe. He looked at the white environment where he couldn't see his fingers, put the crowbar across his chest, and slowly retreated into a shop.

"Shua", something fell from his eyes, he subconsciously stretched out his hand to catch it, and a fresh white wild chrysanthemum flower with dewdrops fell into his hand, with a strong fragrance, the voice of a living thing was rarely heard beside him, some A shrill meow came from behind him.

Zhou Hua straightened his back, held his breath and turned his head away.

A pure black cat stood at the top of a huge wreath behind him, looking at him with empathetic blue eyes, and some sharp claws were shining.

"Meow~" it yelled again, and following the yell, there were also colorfully dressed paper-tied people in the house.

It turned out...he entered a coffin shop.

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Gao Wenyao was holding a compass and walking alone on the foggy street. He had a relaxed smile on his face, as if he was on an outing rather than playing a horror game. The monsters in the fog pounced on them, but they were all blown away by an invisible barrier .

The quaint compass in his hand turned half a circle, pointing the pointer to a small, ordinary-looking yard.

Gao Wenyao sighed suddenly, and tapped the compass in his hand: "No, it's not this one. What we're looking for is that naughty little black cat."

The compass turned around in dissatisfaction, but still pointed firmly at the yard.

Gao Wenyao put it into his arms, and said helplessly, "I'm going to find Liang Xiao now, I'm afraid he'll beat him to pieces."

"That's not okay, we'd better go and send back the other people who entered by mistake first."

He glanced at the courtyard surrounded by white mist, turned around and returned to the mist.

Besides, Song Anxiang and the others, they were surrounded by white mist as soon as they went out, and the rustling sound from the mist brought them endless pressure.

The black man who suddenly yelled that it was "the son of the gods and the voice of the soul" was the one who screamed last.

The other people were still confused and didn't know what happened. The first blood was born like this. The panicked people fled. The team that had agreed to explore together fell apart in an instant, leaving only Song Anxiang who barely had a trace of reason. and the woman behind him.

Song Anxiang stabilized his weak legs, pulled up the woman behind him, and said to her, "Go and see what's going on with that man."

The woman shook her head frantically, her eyes were covered with tears, making it difficult for her to move.

The ugly desire in Song Anxiang's heart was aroused for a moment, he suddenly grabbed the woman's golden hair and pulled her towards the man, muttering: "Look, look!"

The woman struggled frantically, and was so frightened that her powerless limbs were scratched by the gravel on the ground. She cried out, "Devil, you are a devil!"

"You're going to hell!"

Song Anxiang tugged at her hair tightly, his eyes full of excitement of decompression.

The two of them didn't notice at all. Following their actions and words, the surrounding environment kept changing. The thick white mist surged and turned into bloody black gas, and the deafening roar exploded from their ears. open.

The woman was dragged two or three meters away, but Song Anxiang never saw the body of the dead man. His fiery brain barely cooled down a bit, looking at the sudden change in the surrounding environment.

"What the hell is this place?" He frowned, wiped the stains on the woman's clothes, and looked at the dark black door that suddenly appeared in front of him.

The woman stopped crying at this moment, and yelled in ecstasy as if crying blood: "It's the hell three-headed dog, this is the gate of hell!"

"You will die, hell has come to take you!"

Song Anxiang suppressed the panic in his heart, and said viciously to the woman: "Sure enough, you are playing tricks, right?"

"You want me to die? You should go in first!"

He kicked open the door, ignoring the howling ghosts and wolves inside, and threw the woman in. Seeing her being submerged in the bloody foam, he smiled cruelly.

"Do you really think I don't use my brain?" Song Anxiang watched the gate of hell slowly disappear in front of him, and the white mist surrounded the whole environment again, "As long as I think these are fake, nothing will hurt me !"

His eyes were full of confidence, which he guessed based on the notification tone.

Song Anxiang's mother is from the flower country, and he has a little understanding of the country's culture since he was a child. The meaning of these eight short reminders is very simple and easy to understand as long as he calms down and ponders them.

As long as he firmly believes in himself and doesn't manifest the terrifying scene that appeared out of thin air in his mind, then this weirdness can't help him at all.

These white mist, rustling sounds, or hints of teasing, are all strange traps for predation!

Song Anxiang didn't mourn for the unfortunate man and woman for a second at all, he just patted his pants which were stained with dust and the woman's crying tears, turned around and walked out of the alley.

Song Anxiang went to the street, looking at the empty street and the dusty ground, the unfamiliar classical Chinese writing on the wall made him feel a little subtle.

"Huh? Isn't this a modern place? Or a film and television city?" Song Anxiang was bold enough to walk into a rather delicate-looking shop next to him, took a pack of mints from inside, and popped one into his mouth.

"The taste is okay, but too much saccharin is added." Song Anxiang smacked his lips, "It seems that these things are real?"

"Meow~" A cat meow suddenly sounded, which surprised him.

A sleek black cat with green eyes poked its head out from behind the counter and seemed to be staring at him curiously.

Song Anxiang whistled subconsciously: "Okay, come here, brother, I'll give you something delicious."

The black cat seemed to understand what he said, and walked over with catwalks, poking around, and Song Anxiang pinched the nape of his neck with one hand.

Song Anxiang, who chewed mints into pieces, showed a somewhat nasty smile: "Stupid cat, just leave it to me."

"Brother will take you to see your mother."

The little black cat let out an innocent cry, its green eyes shone with a strange light, and suddenly said: "Do you have any wishes to come true?"

Song Anxiang threw it out subconsciously, and said in surprise, "Strange?"

The black cat turned over lightly in the air and landed on the counter: "It's too weird, call me An Nan, do you want to play something interesting?"

Song Anxiang looked at him suspiciously, thinking about reminding him if there was any hidden pit, and what did this cat have to do with Bai Wu.

"What are you referring to? You know what the hell is going on, don't you?"

An Nan wagged her tail and jumped to his side again: "I know, this is the battlefield of good and evil, and it is the last bargaining chip for rewards and punishments."

"I promise to satisfy you with one condition, as long as you do one thing for me."

Song Anxiang resolutely refused: "I don't believe you, what are you going to do, won't you do it yourself?"

An Nan: "I can't, he will kill me if he sees me, but you are different."

"How am I different?"

"You are his favorite human being, he will definitely not do anything to you."

Song Anxiang's eyes lit up: "The 'he' you mentioned..."

An Nan nodded: "Yes, as long as you find him, then this game will be over, and you will be able to return to your original place with the wish I promised you."

"Opportunities wait for no one." Its voice was full of delusion, "and I can give you a prop to ensure your safety."

Song Anxiang rubbed his hands and didn't reply to An Nan's words soon.

No matter what, if he wants to go back, he must first break the rules of this weird game. Either he will take the initiative to find the origin of the white mist and solve him, or he will wait for the rescue after the game time. The former is full of risks but under control. In my own hands, the latter is not low risk and I have to rely on those useless rescue teams, which is unreliable no matter how I think about it.

Thinking of this, the shortcut in front of me doesn't seem so unreliable.

Song Anxiang squeezed out a barely friendly smile and said, "Then give it to me, and I'll go find him."

"What do you want me to do?"

An Nan licked his paw, and the beast's cruel light was in his blue eyes: "Throw the props on his eyes and completely destroy him."

"Only in this way can we really get out of here."