Run with the ball in an escape game

Jing Huan approached the house that opened the door politely, then stopped at a certain distance, taking care of the residents' emotions very considerately.

Inside the door, an old woman and a little girl poked their heads out in fear. They looked at Jing Huan and Song Tong's strange attire and dared not come out again.

Jing Huan said in a clear voice: "Both of you, we came here from afar, with no malicious intentions, just wanting to drink."

The old woman took a closer look at him, seeing that the stranger in front of her was handsome, with comfortable facial features, she nodded and went back to her room to bring a bowl of water.

Jing Huan and Song Tong were indeed exhausted for a long time, and they did not drink water for several hours.After Jing Huan took the water, he smelled it, and after confirming that there was no problem, he drank it in a few mouthfuls.

Song Tong also impatiently poured down a bowl.

After drinking the water, Jing Huan politely returned the bowl and asked, "Mother-in-law, what happened here?"

As soon as the mother-in-law heard it, she immediately yelled in a low voice, "Aiya, aiya", and stood at the door hesitating, still afraid.

Jing Huan continued: "If there is anything we can do to help mother-in-law, feel free to tell me. If it is inconvenient, we will leave."

The old woman stopped immediately: "Hey, wait."

She said anxiously: "I think you are a good person. I advise you to leave here quickly. There are ghosts here. The village next door has been killed by ghosts. Run away before it is dark."

Ghost?Killed a village already?

Jing Huan pondered for two seconds, then continued to ask: "Such a terrifying ghost? But mother-in-law, why don't you leave?"

The old woman said: "There are only old people and children left in this village who are not wanted, so I can't run away..."

Jing Huan replied: "Then we shouldn't leave. The kindness of a drop of water should be repaid by a spring. Let's stay and see what that ghost is."

The old woman said anxiously: "You guys, you guys, let's go!"

Jing Huan pointed to Song Tong next to him and said, "My companion was injured and couldn't make it on his way. Besides, we know some ways to deal with ghosts."

Song Tong was touched by the aftermath of the explosion. Although he was not seriously injured, he looked very miserable.Seeing this, the old woman could only sigh and welcome the two into the house.

As soon as Song Tong sat down, he immediately asked curiously: "Boss, why do you speak the language here? Is this a dialect?"

Jing Huan replied: "Almost, I happen to know."

"Then what did you just say?"

"This is probably an ancient village. There are ghosts killing people nearby. They have already slaughtered a village."

Song Tong has now developed a certain resistance to things like evil spirits. Hearing this, he asked very calmly: "Then do you have any clues about this evil spirit? We have to find a way to deal with it."

Jing Huan replied, "I'm going to ask."

The old lady went to prepare food, and the two sat in the room and looked around, but found nothing.This is an ordinary small thatched hut. The things in the house are quaint and dilapidated, and there are no extra items except for some necessities of life.

Song Tong looked at Jing Huan, who was quietly sitting in a chair and meditating, looked up and down.

Jing Huan couldn't help giving him a look at the knife: "What are you looking at? You don't want your eyes?"

Song Tong smiled and said: "Oh, I saw you were so polite before, I almost thought you were possessed by something."

Jing Huan was speechless: "What do I look like in your eyes?"

Song Tong scratched his head: "Good-looking but a bit fierce, but also very reliable boss. Hey boss, what do you think is going on with this dungeon? What about the promised memory? Is there anyone else in the dungeon? And this is his memory ? But do we really have such a place in modern times? And there are really ghosts in some memory.”

Jing Huan said: "Here, it should be a person's memory."

"Who?"

"Let's take a look first."

"Hey..." Song Tong was a little puzzled, but he couldn't continue to ask if Jing Huan didn't say anything.

The old woman came back soon, and brought a fruit plate made of clay with her timid granddaughter. There were only a few shriveled peanuts in the fruit plate.

Jing Huan said politely: "Don't bother, we are really not hungry. It's just about the ghost, I want to ask you in detail, can you tell me?"

The old woman sat down and said: "I don't know the details. In short, I heard that the ghost was a child. I don't know how it died. After death, it turned into a ghost and killed the whole village. There are celestial masters and monks. They all came to treat them, but they all died. It is said that the little ghost eats other ghosts in addition to killing people. , and there are only some old, weak, sick and disabled left. No one can do anything about this ghost."

Jing Huan nodded: "Thank you for telling me, my companion and I will think of a way."

The old woman didn't believe it, she took her granddaughter's hand and left slowly.

Song Tong asked: "Boss, what did you say?"

Jing Huan told him in detail, Song Tong's face became more and more serious when he heard it, and finally he frowned and became flustered.

"This ghost is so powerful, so what should I do? Is there any way to deal with him? Drawing talisman? Peachwood sword? Cinnabar? Tong... boy pee!? I am indeed a virgin, why don't I drink more water and pee a few times? ?”

Jing Huan was speechless: "The urine of a child under ten years old is called boy urine."

"What should I do?"

"Prepare some weapons, hide them, and wait until night."

The night came quickly, and there was no such thing as electricity in this village, and there was not even a single household with a lamp at night.Everything around became dark, and the moon was covered by thick clouds.Even if it was dark, there was the sound of wild beasts howling from time to time, which was very scary.

Song Tong hid in the window and looked out nervously, Jing Huan sat next to him, the old and the young in the house had already hid in the cellar in the evening.

"Boss, didn't see anything at all? Will he really come? Can't see anything."

Jing Huan didn't speak, he paid close attention to the movements around him.Suddenly, the surrounding voices changed.The sound of beasts and even insects disappeared, and the silence was terrifying.

"Here we come." He said softly.

Song Tong trembled all over, feeling that the surrounding air suddenly became icy cold.He tried to look outside, but couldn't see anything.However, a voice came from the door next door.

It was like the sound of cloth shoes stepping on the ground, soft and soft, but... How could someone come to this kind of place at this time!

Song Tong held his breath and stared towards the door. A small, dark figure was standing at the door. Before he could see clearly, his shoulders were grabbed and pulled back.

At the same time, the door was broken open, and a gust of cold wind rushed straight to his forehead.

Jing Huan quickly pulled him up, and the two turned around and fled.

But the little ghost was also very fast, and quickly caught up with it. Everywhere it went, all kinds of objects were broken to the ground.

"Oh my god! He's chasing so fast!" Song Tong moved his two chubby legs fast, but he still felt that the things behind him were getting closer and closer.

Jing Huan stopped, and rushed forward with the hatchet in his hand, pushing Song Tong aside.

"Run first! Don't talk nonsense, just run!"

Song Tong gritted his teeth, got up and rushed out of the house to escape.

Jing Huan held the machete firmly against the claw of the little ghost, and was beaten back a few steps.But he also saw Xiao Ligui's face clearly. Although it was a little paler, a little miserable, and a little dirty, it was just a win over Mutian, but it was a lot smaller.

And the trumpet Ying Mutian obviously didn't recognize him at this time, his eyes had no whites at all, his mouth opened to reveal sharp fangs, and his face was full of ferocity.

His paw was blocked by the hatchet and he couldn't get an inch in. Seeing this, he opened his mouth to bite Jing Huan.

Jing Huan hurriedly let go and backed away: "Hey, why are you still biting? You really are, you have been like this since you were a child."

Xiaoying Mutian roared angrily, and rushed forward again.Jing Huan could only fight and retreat with the hatchet, barely getting hurt.

Fortunately, the power of a ghost like the little ghost does not lie in its strength, but in the invisible yin energy that kills people.If it were an ordinary person who suffered these few blows, he would have been killed immediately by the yin energy entering his body, but Jing Huan could still bear it.

But facing Ying Mutian who already has the ghost king's posture, it is still a bit difficult.

Jing Huan blocked another blow and couldn't help but said: "Wing Mutian, you are sober!"

Xiaoying Mutian didn't listen at all, and grabbed it with his hand.

"Good guy, when you come back, you'll probably regret it to the point of kneeling on the washboard and apologizing to me."

"Still fighting?!"

"From the very beginning, you mere mortal, what have you been chattering about since the very beginning!? Courting death!"

Jing Huan was taken aback for a moment, although it was eerie, it was still a childish voice, wasn't it coming from the trumpet in front of him, Ying Mutian?Since you can speak, you can communicate.

With an idea, he said, "You little brat, didn't you realize that I'm not human?"

As he spoke, he mobilized the yin energy in his abdomen, and his whole body was filled with ghost energy.

Xiaoying Mutian was taken aback for a moment, but then he resumed his ferocity and said: "Hehe, I don't care if you are a human or a ghost, I will kill you! Humans and ghosts are not good things!"

"Hey, this grievance is really heavy. However, I am different from ordinary ghosts. If you don't believe me, try to perceive it."

Xiaoying Mutian looked at him suspiciously, but when he stretched out his hand to sense it carefully, he was shocked: "Why is your aura so similar to mine!?"

Jing Huan replied: "Of course, because you and I both died in the same place and were killed by the same thing, so the breath is similar."

"So that's the case? No, I still don't believe it, unless you tell me how you died."

Jing Huan searched his memory, and replied: "It's not all because of adultery|evil sacrifices, I was killed by those villagers."

Xiaoying Mutian immediately believed: "You were also killed by them? Those humans really deserve to die!"

Jing Huan looked at Ying Mu's cute little face, and thought it was cute.The current Ying Mutian is really just thinking of a child of a few years old, and he believes it after saying a few words casually.

It was like nothing he had ever seen before.