Heartthrobs engage in bosses in escape games [Unlimited Streaming]

The housekeeper once said that all the servants in the house died of the plague two years ago and were buried in the cemetery in the back mountain forest, but these graves are all empty, which means that the dead bodies of the servants were not buried in the soil, and they were probably directly burned to ashes , put the ashes into the lampshade, and then sealed it with a six-pointed star, so as to achieve some kind of evil ceremony.

Nangongque finished her mission, threw the shovel back to the place where she found it, and patted the dirt on her hands and body.

"In addition to this cemetery, I also found a small ancestral hall not far away. It's a bit spooky inside, and I'm afraid to go in alone." Nangong Que shrank her fingers, timidly and eagerly, "Since you're here too, why don't we go and have a look together, maybe there are some important clues hidden inside."

"Okay."

Yan Shaoqing's eyes brightened slightly, full of interest.

The ancestral hall was not included in the map that the butler drew for him before. Hearing what Nangongque said, he was really interested.

The two walked through the cemetery and walked more than 200 meters to the southeast of the pine forest, and a small wooden house with a simple construction and only about a dozen square meters appeared in front of them.

This cabin was built with that weird pine tree, it was flushed all over, and the smooth surface texture looked like the muscles exposed when the skin was peeled off.

Stepping into the house, it was like being swallowed by a monster with its mouth wide open.

But Yan Shaoqing wasn't too worried. The Death Spell card didn't respond, which meant that although this place looked scary, it wouldn't really put his life in danger.

There is a dug square well in the middle of the wooden house, and the well head is built with blue bricks mixed with soil.

On the wall directly opposite was a painting of a figure, and like the painting in the room, it was also a mysterious man in a black dress with the style of the Republic of China, his face shrouded in black mist.

It's just that this time it's not a bust, but a full-body portrait. The size of the portrait is the same as that of a real person, and its height is half a head taller than him. It should be about the same size as Ryan.

In front of the portrait is a rectangular mahogany altar table, with a bronze incense burner placed on each side of the table, and the reddish smoke curls up from the hole at the top, filling the small and cramped space, and the strong smell is suffocating Not angry.

Between the two incense burners, there were three silver plates evenly placed. The strange thing is that the plates were empty, and there was no tribute.

In the middle of the altar, behind the silver plate, there is a mahogany plaque with three lines of underworld characters engraved on the top of the plaque that ordinary people cannot understand.

Since the well in the house is a wall, it is obvious that it wants to gather Yin Qi.

Yan Shaoqing avoided the unlucky well, walked to the altar, looked sideways at Ryan, and asked, "As a ghost, can you understand the meaning of the underworld characters engraved on this stele?"

Ryan's eyes were dark, he glanced in the direction of the wooden monument, and shook his head slightly.

"It's normal if you don't understand, after all, your intelligence is only 25."

Yan Shaoqing sighed, and no longer forced the devil to make things difficult for him.

He turned around and wanted to ask Nangong Que, who was following slowly because of fear, but he saw that the other party was standing beside the well without any sense of crisis, looking inside with his head down, his expression of thinking seemed quite serious.

Yan Shaoqing didn't want to disturb the other party, so he turned his head again, leaned down slightly, and squinted his eyes to take a closer look.

The engraving on the wooden tablet is very new, there is no dust in the gaps, and the clean sawdust is still on the edge, as if it was engraved just today.

He raised his hand, and was about to touch the surface of the tombstone, when suddenly there was a panicked scream of "Ouch" from behind.

The sound was very close, and echoed in the empty room, amplified several times.

Yan Shaoqing heard the scream of Nangongque, his face was startled, he turned around quickly, and saw that the other party somehow fell into the well in the middle of the room, his whole body was suspended in mid-air, only his hands were holding tightly At the edge of the well, he narrowly missed falling in.

"Oh my god, what's the matter with you?" Yan Shaoqing exclaimed, standing on the spot as if a little at a loss, "Can't you see such a big well? It's still falling into it."

"No, something else in the room pushed me from behind." Nangongque shouted eagerly, "Brother Yan, I'm going to lose my grip, hurry up and pull me up."

Yan Shaoqing stepped forward in two steps, bent down, and tightly grasped Nangongque's wrist with both hands.

Nangong sparrow's fingers rested on the edge of the well, and when he lowered his head to look closely, he could clearly see that there was not only some yellow soil from digging the grave, but also a little red sawdust mixed in between his fingernails.

Speaking of it, it is somewhat similar to the sawdust on the middle tablet of the altar.

Yan Shaoqing was about to use all his strength to pull the pig teammate Nangongque up, but something pushed his back violently, staggered under his feet, fell forward, and fell directly into the well.

Yan Shaoqing: ...

There are really ghosts pushing from behind!

But fortunately, he didn't fall down the well by himself. Nangong Sparrow was crushed under him, and Ryan also flew down.

The well is actually not too deep, only about three or four meters.

At the bottom is a puddle half a meter high, connected to a long waterway, the air is cold and damp, and the walls on both sides are covered with slippery dark green moss.

When he was about to fall to the ground, Ryan put his arms around his waist to cushion him.

Nangong Que was miserable, he was directly pushed into the puddle, choked on several mouthfuls of dirty water before struggling to surface.

"I'm sorry." Yan Shaoqing was apologetic, "I was also pushed from behind by something inhuman."

After finishing speaking, he asked Ryan again: "Did you just see what that inhuman thing looks like?"

Ryan's eyes sank, and he said in a low voice: "It passed by in a flash, I didn't see it clearly."

"I didn't expect there to be a hole in this well." Nangongque coughed twice, his eyes burning, "There may be important clues hidden behind the waterway, and we can be considered a blessing in disguise."

Yan Shaoqing looked up at the mouth of the well far above.

It was an inhuman thing that pushed him down, and it didn't have any killing intent. It was obvious that there was something he wanted to show him. Since he had put so much effort into it, he just barely had a look.

After walking along the waterway for more than ten minutes, there is a steep staircase at the end.

Climb up the stairs, and you're in a dark, closed room.

A black elm coffin was placed vertically against the inner wall of the room. Behind the coffin was a red lacquered wooden platform for worship, and the edge of the platform was embedded in the wall.

There is a candlestick on the left and right sides of the altar, and on each candlestick stand three red candles that are half burnt. Six flames floating like will-o'-the-wisps are the only light sources in the room.

There is still a painting on the wall behind the altar, and the painting is still the mysterious man with no face. Against the faint green light, the man's face filled with black mist seems to become even weirder.

"Who do you think this unlucky man dressed like a cockroach is?" Yan Shaoqing frowned and complained to Ryan, "I can see him no matter where I go?"

Ryan looked at the portrait and was silent for a moment, then whispered, "I'll always know."

The only exit from this room was a thick, rusted black iron door, which was locked from the outside and could not be opened from the inside.

The style of the door looked familiar, it was exactly the same as the iron door in the basement where the butler dragged the corpse in and out.

"What kind of meat is this? It looks disgusting."

The pile of rotten meat on the silver plate in the middle of the altar caught Nangong Que's attention. While talking about disgust, he walked straight forward, stood by the altar, and carefully looked at the contents inside.

I don’t know, I’m scared.

In the middle of those lumps of flesh and mud, there was actually a human eyeball wrapped, and the bloodshot eyeball was lifeless.

Nangong Que was obviously frightened, and while stepping back with an exclamation, her arm accidentally knocked down the candlestick on the edge of the altar.

"Bangdang."

The candlestick fell to the ground, the burnt red candle oil splashed, and the three green flames on the top were instantly extinguished.

The originally not very bright room suddenly became a little darker.

The remaining three flames swayed left and right without wind.

Yan Shaoqing rubbed the tip of his nose with his index finger helplessly. Obviously, this hand owed the child another trouble.

"Snapped!"

There was a violent slap in the coffin, and the lid of the coffin, which had been tightly covered, shook upwards.

Nangong Queben stood beside the coffin, and when the sound came out, he jumped up like a rabbit in fright, and immediately ran back and jumped behind him.

"Clap clap clap!"

Short slaps sounded one after another, and the vibration of the coffin lid became more and more intense, and even the dead and dull air around trembled.

The voice became faster and louder, but it quieted down in an instant.

However, the next moment, the coffin lid suddenly slid open to the side, and fell to the ground with a bang, followed by a rotten stench.

A black rotting corpse stretched out its hands, stood up from the coffin, jumped straight with its legs together, and jumped out of the two-foot-high coffin.

The rotting corpse's body is as dry as wood, but its abdomen is swollen, like a red drum buckled upside down in front of its body, and densely packed corpse insects can be seen swimming under the stretched translucent skin.

[System prompt: The programmer's design manual has included monster entries, hungry and jumping corpses. 】

[Monster Name: Hungry Jumping Corpse]

[Attack methods: tearing with hands, biting with mouth, besides eating, eat. 】

[Weakness: no food, unknown]

[Description of the monster: During his lifetime, he was nailed to a coffin and starved to death, and his only wish after death was to have a full meal.He has no interest in killing people, so don't worry if you're still alive, he'll just eat you alive by slowly biting off every morsel of flesh in his mouth. 】

[After activating the administrator key, it can be edited at any time. 】

The smell of fresh meat/body in the house made this hungry living jumping corpse who was awakened from sleep extremely excited. Dark brown viscous liquid dripped out from the cracked corner of its mouth, and its shriveled eyeballs protruded like beasts. Dark green luster.

It turned its body following the smell of the food, and locked its sights on the prey that came to the door. The dry body shook suddenly, and the two eyeballs popped out with a "bang" connected to the slender black nerves, and fell down under the jaw. Sway around.

Although this hungry jumping corpse would most likely eat the Nangong sparrow first, Yan Shaoqing still planned to withdraw to the waterway from which it came.

Who would have thought that just when he was about to turn around and leave, Ryan stood in front of him with a brisk walk. With a tall figure and a straight back, it seemed that he wanted to fight that ugly monster desperately.

"Ryan, although your loyalty has moved me..." Yan Shaoqing held Ryan's shoulder and said earnestly, "But I hope you can face yourself. The overall strength evaluation is F-, the physical fitness is 32, listen Mine, don't be brave, just run, can't you live well?"

Yan Shaoqing noticed that the tall body under his hands trembled slightly, and his tone was a little more moved, "You are already trembling with fear, and you are still doing it for me..."

He had prepared a lot of words of gratitude, but before he could say them, a hand suddenly stretched out from behind and stuck to his back.

Yan Shaoqing can be sure that there is no one else behind him, except that Nangong Que who only causes trouble.

[Hey, how come the live broadcast room of Nangong Boss suddenly turned into a snowflake screen again. 】

[It's not just the boss Nangong, the signal in the live broadcast room of that pretty little brother has also been interrupted. 】

[Brothers, I have an ominous premonition. 】

【So, Big Boss Nangong is going to kill again? 】

[Thinking about that pot of grass, I knew it would be like this. 】