Forces of Temptation

The dead squirrel was slushy on the ground, with blood dripping from its throat.

Cao Shuguang bravely stepped forward, picked up the broom placed beside the bed, and poked the dead-looking squirrel upside down.

Seeing that the squirrel didn't move, Cao Shuguang became bolder and wanted to turn it over and see the situation.

The curse pattern engraved on the skin at the base of the squirrel's tail glowed a terrifying blue light.

But with the death of the squirrel, the light became weaker and weaker, and gradually disappeared.

Nan Zhou moved his gaze away from the curse pattern on the squirrel's tail, and glanced at Cao Shuguang.

He quietly calculated the mistakes of the young couple in his heart.

The young couple came straight towards them on the tourist bus, but they completely ignored Shao Mingzhe, who was sitting behind them with obviously more suspicious equipment and demeanor.

They didn't have any reaction to Li Yinhang's self-introduction that he said he had leaked.

Most importantly, after encountering an attempted attack, they can still doze off without any problems, showing no normal nervousness at all.

Nanzhou has seen such a loose attitude before.

In the six months since Nevertown was forcibly opened and opened to the outside world, he had seen hundreds of faces like this.

While enjoying the excitement brought by the game, they also maintain an indifferent attitude of "die or die".

Under Xie Xiangyu's reminder, Nan Zhou knew that they had a unified name called "player".

He was seriously considering whether to let Cao Shuguang die one time, and try to see what would happen.

But when Cao Shuguang's fingertips were only half a centimeter away from the squirrel's neck hair, Nan Zhou still said, "Don't do it."

He also represents the 1000 point reward for [all teammates survived].

Nanzhou's reminder made Cao Shuguang shrink his fingers subconsciously.

And in this short period of time, a pink pointed living thing suddenly protruded from the squirrel's neck.

Cao Shuguang's fingers almost felt the point of the sharp object.

He was startled, quickly put his hands back into his arms, looked left and right to make sure that he was not injured, and then he was relieved.

goo.

The squirrel's mouth squirmed slightly.

Cao Shuguang said "Oh my god", holding his fingers, staring at his eyes, watching the commotion at the squirrel's throat opening getting bigger and bigger, and the flesh and blood turned out more and more.

With a groan, a bloody, living little meatball came out of the squirrel's throat.

The rust-like bloody smell in the room became more intense as the top came out.

At a glance, Li Yinhang was almost numb from head to toe, and his san value dropped by 2 points.

——In the throat of the squirrel, there is actually a strange bird hidden.

Nanjixing slammed down and broke the squirrel's throat, but did not hurt the little monster hidden deep in the squirrel's mouth.

It wasn't the squirrel that yelled at the South Pole star just now, but this bird.

The bird is a fledgling, with pink skin, very much like a newborn mouse, with a long neck and transparent neck skin, which swells and expands transparently with breathing.

The bird's head is round and spindle-shaped, and around the wide open mouth that looks like begging for food, there is a circle of small, eye-like colorful bead spots.

It looked like an alien worm as it wobbled out.

After successfully bluffing a group of people with its own dignity, it flapped its bare wings and let out a long, weird cry.

Chirp——

It flapped its wings and rushed straight out of the window.

It's going to kill that winged mouse!

With a flick of Jiang Fang's fingertips, a poker card was suddenly cut off.

In an instant, the bird that had already reached the window was top-heavy, its body stiffened by the window, and fell from mid-air, its head was not so lucky, and fell straight to the garbage dump outside the window.

But before the people in the room could catch their breath, the bird's body, which had lost its head and gushed black blood, turned around twice, jumped onto the window sill, and swooped towards the rotten garbage dump.

Chirp——

The bird's body actually slid into the window again with the severed bird's head on it!

Because the top is scribbled, the bird's head and body are clearly separated, the body is facing forward, and the bird's head is facing backward, becoming a hummingbird flying upside down.

The blood and tears gushing from the bird's eyes moistened the tiny fluff, making the transparent pink and thin bird's head look like a live snake's head that was freshly chopped off.

Its vengeance is outrageous.

It opened its scalp-numbing mouth, and bit Jiang Fang's throat fiercely! !

When Jiang Fang picked out two more poker cards with his fingertips, Nan Zhou squatted on the ground and knocked on the edge of the shoe box, making a little noise.

Unexpectedly, with a knock, the bird suddenly seemed like a helicopter out of control, hit two floats, and suddenly plunged headlong into the shoebox.

... directly into the soil, simply and neatly.

With such a sudden descent, there was only one bare bird's leg left outside the sand, and it kicked a few times in vain in the void before hanging down limply.

Li Yinhang had lingering fears, and was about to step forward when he noticed Shao Mingzhe who had slipped to his side at some point.

Shao Mingzhe stuck to her so close that his hands almost caught her sleeves.

Because he was too surprised, Li Yinhang made a suspicious voice: "Huh?"

Shao Mingzhe lowered his head and hid behind her obediently.

Sensing that Li Yinhang was looking at him, he said softly, "...There are mice."

Li Yinhang: "..."

She was stunned for a moment, feeling that this scene did not match the image of Brother Shaoku he had just established.

But when she thought about it again, it made sense.

People always have something to fear.

He may be afraid of stuffed animals.

Knowing that the Antarctic star is on the roof, Li Yinhang was overwhelmed with maternal love: "It's all right, there are no mice."

Hearing Li Yinhang's comfort, Shao Mingzhe pursed his lips slightly, and when his sharp three-white eyes drooped, he didn't look so fierce.

Li Yinhang didn't expect that there was such a way to pry open the chatterbox. He was thinking about whether he should take the opportunity to probe deeper, when he put his hands back into his pockets again, and returned to the small corner where he stayed just now, and continued his nonsense. Into the silence.

Li Yinhang thought, what a weirdo.

So, except for the eccentric Shao Mingzhe, a group of people gathered around, like admiring a zoo specimen, admiring a dead bird buried in the ground.

The dead bird was very disrespectful, with one paw sticking out of the soil, convulsing disgracefully, it could be said that it had no reputation at all.

After being frightened just now, Cao Shuguang didn't dare to reach out and touch it rashly.

He noticed that there was a curse pattern drawn on the sand layer.

The position where the bird entered the ground hit the target of the curse pattern.

He asked with interest: "How did this happen?"

Nan Zhou pointed at the dead squirrel.

The original bluish light on the base of the squirrel's tail has been completely dimmed, but it is still faintly recognizable. The shape is exactly the same as the pattern drawn by Nan Zhou on the sand.

"This strange bird can stay in the squirrel's throat obediently because there is a charm on the squirrel's tail to control it." Nan Zhou explained briefly, "So I want to try to draw a new charm."

Apparently, it works.

Not only that, Nanzhou's conjecture has also been verified.

... Not all head lowering requires the assistance of spells.

Nan Zhou fiddled with the sand table in front of him, feeling that he had learned a little new knowledge.

He put the lid on the shoe box and pushed it under the bed.

The young couple woke up almost awake, and felt that they could go on an adventure with Nan Zhou again, they couldn't help rubbing their hands happily and said, "Then what shall we do next?"

They already knew that the person behind the scenes manipulating the head-down was somewhere in Suchara, tens of kilometers away, and the target of the next step could be said to be very clear.

Although these discoveries had nothing to do with them, it didn't stop them from eagerly following Nan Zhou to see the world.

Nan Zhou sat on the bed and said in a straight voice: "Sleep."

Ma Xiaopei: "..."

Cao Shuguang: "..."

Cao Shuguang was a little anxious: "Don't we take the initiative to attack? They know where we are! Should we stay where we are and wait for them to deal with us?"

Nan Zhou yawned, and seemed not keen on Cao Shuguang's worries.

Jiang Fang smiled and suggested slightly: "You can also take the initiative to attack."

Hearing this, the young couple looked at each other and retreated one after another.

Forget it, go to sleep.

The two of them haven't figured out what's going on right now, so they offered to deliver food to someone.

Seeing that the young couple was about to leave, Shao Mingzhe got up and walked out quietly.

After sending off two groups of teammates, Nan Zhou lay face up on the bed, and it seemed that he really planned to go back to sleep.

Li Yinhang, who lay back on the bed anxiously, was still a little uneasy: "Mr. Nan, is this really all right?"

Nan Zhou said, "Yes. There are still 11 days left."

Li Yinhang couldn't comprehend the spirit for a moment: "Huh?"

Nan Zhou: "Boss needs to be well protected. If it dies, there is nothing to learn."

Li Yinhang: "..."

... How should I say this.

It was really a flood in front of the door, and the waves reached home.

Jiang Fang on the side understood Nan Zhou's eagerness to learn, covered him with a quilt, and at the same time planted a kiss on Nan Zhou's cheek.

Nan Zhou in the dark blinked lightly, thinking, finally kiss me.

Then it's worth it for him not to scribble on his own face.

Thinking of this, he fell asleep in a rather happy mood, and looked forward to packing and delivering fresh knowledge to his door.

In another room, the young couple spent more than half an hour waking up, and now they can only stare at the ceiling in a daze.

At this moment, Shao Mingzhe climbed up to the roof from the semi-open balcony of his room.

The roof was empty.

Antarctica had had enough of the moon, and had already quietly slipped back into the room.

He could no longer find the little tail that was flashing by the window.

Shao Mingzhe sat alone in the darkness before dawn, with his hands on his knees in a daze.

His soliloquy was muffled behind the mask, making him look a bit lonely.

"...Isn't it?"

……

Suchara, in a bungalow.

The apprentice who spent a lot of hard work and painstakingly cultivated died like a joke like this. He wanted to ob the edge, and was even stabbed in the eye.

More importantly, this strong feeling of being played by the other party...

Songpa looked at the messy corpses on the bed, his expression became extremely terrifying.

He was by the bed, staring at the messy corpse for a long time, then turned around and came to a row of dark yellow clay pots along the base of the wall, and put his rough fingers on the dark red paper seal.

His fingertips rubbing against it made a paper-swish sound.

"Kill him," he murmured. "Kill them."

When Master's head exploded, the master of ceremonies, who was already panicked, had completely collapsed and rushed out of the room.

While fleeing, he tripped heavily on the threshold and fell to the ground.

But he got up immediately and continued to run for his life.

He probably never wanted to have anything to do with such sorcery in his life.

The city gate was on fire, and he, a fish in the pond, had no other better way to save his life than to run away quickly.

At the night market in the early morning, there are fruit leaves, coconut shells, and banana leaves left on the ground.

The sauce of the volcanic spareribs mixed with the expired fruit juice that was poured out was flowing in the gutter, giving off a rancid smell at night when it was nearly 24 degrees.

Suchara is a standard inverted triangle on the map as a whole, but the roads inside are intricate. He has only been here two or three times, and he has not been familiar with the roads at all.

The master of ceremonies sprinted across the empty streets like headless chickens.

...until he saw a squatting figure on the side of the street.

The figure holds a bowl in its hand.

In the right hand is a chopstick.

He tapped the bowl lightly with his chopsticks, Ding Ding Dang Dang.

The master of ceremonies felt that Yin Qi was flowing up the ankle, hurriedly lowered his head, restrained his heavy voice, and walked forward in small steps.

He lowered his head, forcing himself not to look, not to look, and get out of here quickly.

He vaguely guessed what it was, but he didn't dare to think about it.

He walked faster and faster, so that he ran all the way and turned a street, but saw the bowl knocking figure on the side of the street again.

ding ding.

Dangdang.

The frequency of the voice obviously didn't change, but when it hit the emcee's ears, it became more and more urgent, like a drum beating to death.

The master of ceremonies was so frightened that he let out a gurgle in his throat, stopped looking closely, and ran wildly.

However, after turning one street after another, no matter whether he is going forward or backward, no matter how the street scene changes, that person is still there.

He knocked on the bowl slowly, as if he knew that the master of ceremonies would know that he had nowhere to go, and would definitely come to see him when he was desperate.

After No. 13 saw the man knocking the bowl, the master of ceremonies, who was already breathing blood, was already in a semi-paralyzed state.

He stood there blankly for a while, finally gave up his senseless escape, dragged his pace, and walked straight to the place where the jingle sound came from.

Walking to the back of the squatting man, he whispered, "Hello."

The man turned his head slowly.

It was his own face.

And when his eyes fell on his face, his face began to slowly melt like a candle.

The master of ceremonies screamed and took a step back, as if he tripped over something and fell to the ground.

But when he looked back, everything around him had already changed.

He saw that it was the door frame of Sompa's house that tripped him.

There were two corpses inside the door, one was bloody and bloody on the bed, and the other was on the ground with its head and body separated.

And Songpa was kneeling and sitting in front of a pile of yellow clay pots, stroking the sealing paper muttering, not even bothering to look at him.

The master of ceremonies sat on the ground in a trance and slumped, thinking, this is the first time.

...Ah, it's No. 13 times.

No. 13 times he rushed out the door, No. 13 times repeatedly saw himself knocking on the bowl, and No. 13 times was sent back here.

And every time he rushed out of the small courtyard and onto the street, he would forget that he had tried to escape from this incident, and then fell into endless reincarnation.

Now, he doesn't want to escape.

The master of ceremonies stood up unsteadily, and walked slowly towards the direction of the yellow clay jar.

Sompa didn't turn around, but faced the wall with a ferocious smile.

He touched an empty jar, and smiled faintly at the master of ceremonies who had lost his soul in reincarnation and became a member of Guijiang: "I'm back."

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