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A group of people returned along the original road, and kept running into lonely villagers on the way.

Almost all of them were injured, and some of them could only breathe a sigh of relief, sitting crookedly on the side of the road, but as soon as they saw the player, they felt as if they had been spat with chicken blood, and even crawled over to spit at the player .

"Despicable foreigners! It's all your fault! You are here to harm everyone!"

A young girl had half of her arm cut off by some kind of sharp weapon. Her face was bloodless and her lips were still trembling. The pain and massive blood loss made her unable to stand up, but she still stared at the passing players with resentment, "You should go to hell!" They should be burned to ashes and buried in the pigsty, and they will be trapped in the pig's excrement and urine forever and never be able to reincarnate!"

Fu Qitang recognized that this was the girl who was accidentally injured by Xiao Xiangyuan with a stone yesterday. Her name was Fang Fang, and she was the granddaughter of the round-faced aunt.

She still had scars on one side of her face, but she seemed to be a completely different person at this moment, screaming hysterically.

"I hate it so much! The whole family is jealous of me and oppresses me. Even when I eat, I am the last one to serve me food. I will always only eat what others don't want at the bottom of the pot. Such people are not worthy of being parents. They are not as good as pigs and dogs." I hate! I'm going to kill them, I'm going to—"

When she said the last word, her volume suddenly increased, and her voice became sharper. Anger and mania were roaring like some invisible giant beast in every drop of blood she shed.

The deep-seated hatred soared to the sky, but the cursing words stopped abruptly.

Lin Fang went over and put his hand on her carotid artery, stood up and shook his head: "Dead."

As he spoke, he glanced at Fangfang's body, which was still warm, and his head, which was pinned to the hairpin of the broken flowers, hung powerlessly to one side. His originally pretty face became ferocious and distorted, extremely terrifying.

Her life just stopped.

"Since ghosts are formed from negative emotions, they are equivalent to being trapped in these human bodies now. I am afraid that only by finding Xiang Yuan can we find a way to get rid of their 'extremely evil' state. Let's go." Song Yu said, and then went He passed by the corpse without changing his face, and continued to walk deep into the village.

Not long after, everyone came to Xiao Xiangyuan's house.

There were several dents on the original brand new door at the same height, apparently hacked out by someone with a sharp weapon. There was even a huge gap at the door lock, and patches of red paint peeled off and mottled.

Even the two red lanterns hanging on the roof were not spared, they were torn off and shredded, and the wreckage was scattered all over the place.

Someone had apparently come here before them, found the door locked and forced their way in.

Who is it?

Fu Qitang flashed before his eyes the villagers he had met in the past two days, but he had no clue. All the good people turned into all the evil people, and the Virgin became Shura. Anyone could be.

"Xiang Yuan!" Unable to figure it out, he simply didn't want to, Fu Qitang yelled, and went straight to the bedroom on the second floor.

After a while, he came out again, stood in the corridor on the second floor and shook his head to the people below, "No."

"Not on the first floor either." Lin Fang said the same.

Seeing the mess in the yard, with fallen objects everywhere, Fu Qitang stared in thought, and suddenly felt his arm was touched.

"Look over there." Gong Zijun raised his chin and motioned Fu Qitang to look at the courtyard wall on the east side of the first floor.

I saw a few dirty shoe prints on the snow-white wall, as well as the pedal marks left by the hasty climb. Fu Qitang was very sure that there were no such things on the wall yesterday, and he must have woken up when someone broke into the door. After leaving Xiao Xiangyuan, he didn't dare to go through the main entrance, so he could only escape over the wall in a panic.

"Look separately." Gong Zijun said.

The six-person team was quick. Song Yu and Lin Fang walked along the village road to find the cemetery, while Su Wei and Zhou Li stayed in the village to see if Xiao Xiangyuan might be hiding elsewhere.

As for Fu Qitang and Gong Zijun, the two exchanged a look and immediately understood what was in each other's mind.

"Houshan?" Fu Qitang tilted his head and said with a smile.

"That big rock." Gong Zijun also laughed.

The two of them invariably thought of the stone in the photo album where Xiao Xiangyuan's parents made love. Since their family of three would go there to take photos every year, maybe Xiao Xiangyuan would go there in a hurry.

Besides, the people in the village are all crazy now, attacking and killing each other. Although Xiao Xiangyuan has a special status, he is only a child in terms of size.

"Whether you find it or not, you have to come back to meet us in an hour." Fu Qitang said.

It is definitely not a wise choice to divide into teams in a supernatural film, because the current situation is urgent, so it has to be done. Fu Qitang instructed, and everyone knew it well, nodded and dispersed.

After leaving Xiao Xiangyuan's house, Song Yu and Lin Fang walked along the dirt road and walked towards the cemetery according to the route they remembered.

I didn't meet anyone along the way, only occasionally a dead body lying on the side of the road.

Song Yu frowned, his thin lips were pursed into a straight line, and his whole body exuded an aura that strangers should not get close to.Baby Song Mingkong was the opposite of him, sitting on his shoulder, shaking his little feet, babbling an incomprehensible song, looking very relaxed and happy.

Lin Fang glanced sideways at Song Yu and couldn't help sighing.

Song Yu should really be in a bad mood. As the third person on the train, he is theoretically ranked only below Gong Zijun and Miao Ying, so his strength is naturally extraordinary. He even beat Miao Ying to win the MVP in the last round, but this time He is like a soy sauce.

It's not that he wants to paddle, anyone with a discerning eye can see that this copy is suppressing him everywhere, leaving no room for him to play.

The ghost baby Song Mingkong is sensitive to ghost aura and can automatically give an early warning, but there are no real ghosts in this village at all.The black shadow projected on the tent on the first night was the player's own negative emotions. Even Tong Wenkai died because of the negative emotions turning into a human form and struggling out of the body. These are part of the player, and Song Mingkong will naturally not react.

Song Yu's skill is extraordinary, but the story of the dungeon has progressed to the present, and there are almost no situations where he needs to do it. He can't just kill the villagers for no reason.

In addition, his brain is not slow, but Fu Qitang turns faster than him, and Fu Qitang has already figured out the whole thing when he was still organizing his thoughts, so he can only follow behind to pick up leaks and patch up .

Song Yu wasn't jealous, just depressed.

And there was an even more disturbing guess in his heart.

Che would rather put himself in this team as a transparent person, paddling to earn points, than assign himself to another team, probably because his ability in another instance would give the team an overwhelming advantage.

Song Yu is very aware of his strength, he is not as good as Miao Ying in terms of force, and he is not so outstanding in terms of intelligence that he can beat the whole team. The only difference between him and others is Song Mingkong.

And Song Mingkong can distinguish ghost energy.

As long as the essence is a ghost, Song Mingkong can clearly distinguish it no matter how it is disguised.

So... I'm afraid the other team is facing two situations. Either the ghosts have some way to infiltrate the players, gain the trust of the players, and take advantage of their unpreparedness to catch them all; I am the ghost.

Song Yu felt the veins on his forehead twitch, and he felt a little pain. He smiled wryly and shook his head, unwilling to think about the worst-case scenario—the above two existed at the same time.

Yi Wenwen's pretty face flashed in front of his eyes, and he smiled and called himself Brother Xiaoyu, with a long ending, like the transparent candy strands drawn from cotton candy.

Hope it's okay.

"Wait, look."

Just as he was thinking, he heard Lin Fang speak suddenly, and at the same time pointed to the road ahead.

Song Yu turned his head and saw several long bloodstains on the fork in front of him. There was even a thin layer of blood-colored mud floating on the surface of the originally dry dirt road, with yellow and white dots in between, which looked disgusting and horrifying. , as if someone dragged many bloody corpses to the cemetery.

There is indeed a problem with the cemetery.

The two looked at each other, Song Yu immediately calmed down, and Lin Fang took out his RPG.

"Go and see."

After all, the two quickened their pace and walked towards the cemetery.

cemetery.

Between the rows of tombstones, a figure is walking briskly back and forth.He hummed a song, and from time to time buried wooden stakes with sharpened ends into the soil beside the tombstone, and then took out tools such as hammers and wires to fix them.

When it was done, the tricycle boy stretched out his hand and pushed it, and after making sure it was firm enough, he clapped his hands in satisfaction, whistled and looked at the several corpses piled up next to him.

Those corpses consisted of men, women and children, each of them had round eyes and grim expressions, obviously dying with regret.

"Hey, it's just you." The figure dragged out a corpse, wiped the blood on the corpse's face with his sleeve indiscriminately, and recognized his appearance, "Oh, Ma Xiaoyu, I remember you are not married yet, right? Tsk tsk , who is 25 years old and still not married, deserves to be beaten to death by your father."

The tricycle boy dragged the body to a tombstone, lowered his head to confirm the name on the tombstone.

"Well, Uncle Baoguo's wife died early, how about this, let me make the decision for you to have a ghost marriage, are you happy? Don't thank me too much."

While talking, he stood up the corpse and leaned against the stake with a smile, then passed the wire through the neck of the corpse, pulled it backwards, and tightened it behind the stake.

The corpse was "nailed" in this way, the eyeballs protruded lifelessly, the mouth was slightly opened, and thick blood flowed down the neck again.

"Let me see the next one." The figure looked around, and his eyes touched a female corpse that had been changed beyond recognition. Married, it just so happens that my cousin died and is still alive, so let's put you two together."

After all, it was busy again.

After more than ten minutes, he looked at the two nailed up corpses side by side in front of him and smiled with satisfaction.

"Congratulations on your wedding! Ahem, let me sing a song to cheer you up!" He pretentiously cleared his throat, and then sang happily: "I am willing to wear a white gauze for you!" , I am willing to walk on the red carpet for you, I am willing to sing a love song for you... Hahaha, I can’t do it anymore, I can’t sing anymore, so be it! I wish you will be united forever and give birth to a precious child soon!”

As soon as he finished speaking, he suddenly felt something, and when he turned his head, he saw two figures appearing more than ten meters away, looking at him with gloomy expressions.

"Oh, isn't this the bride's family? It's just in time, I'm organizing a wedding for them!" The tricycle boy clapped his hands, his laughter was full of malice, "Come, come, I've reserved a place for you, look at these two wooden How about the pile?"

A moment of silence.

Lin Fang fired suddenly, and the grenade roared towards the tricycle boy, piercing the air and making a sharp tail sound.

"You killed our companion, pay with your life."