Heartthrobs engage in bosses in escape games [Unlimited Streaming]

Yan Shaoqing felt more and more murderous intent in the room. Anyway, he had already obtained the information he wanted to ask, and there was no need to argue with the village chief, so he took Mu Chenlong and Zhang Wenjie out of the room.

After walking away, Mu Chenlong finally breathed a sigh of relief.

He took out his long knife and touched the gleaming silver surface with his fingers, "Silver coins have been plated on the weapon, so can we directly fight against the resentful soul of Mage Jin Chan?"

"Who said that the spirit coins of the Thousand Year Corpse King are these silver coins?" Yan Shaoqing said disapprovingly.

Mu Chenlong was stunned for a moment, and asked in bewilderment: "If it's not a silver coin, then what kind of coin can it be?"

Yan Shaoqing took off the bag from his waist, handed it to Mu Chenlong and weighed it gently, "It should be this."

Mu Chenlong was even more confused. Isn't the thing in Yan Shaoqing's kit still silver coins?

Yan Shaoqing saw Mu Chenlong's confusion, pointed his fingers to the surface of the kit, and explained kindly: "It's these golden cicadas."

The funeral objects of the thousand-year-old corpse king were all gold objects, and it was strange that the thing in his mouth was not gold coins.

Presumably, those silver coins are the holy weapon used by Master Jin Chan to seal the thousand-year corpse king, and the spirit coins of the thousand-year corpse king are smelted into gold thread by the villagers, and embroidered on the brocade bag to hide people's eyes and ears.

No wonder the Millennium Corpse King once said that his corpse might rot, but he didn't react surprised when he saw the kit and the intact corpse in the cold pool.

The role of the gold thread on these kits is to ensure that the thousand-year corpse king's body will not rot.

Back then, Master Jin Chan didn't want to leave the cold pool, probably because he didn't want to be seen rotten and ugly by him. He really is a shameless man who wants face.

It is precisely because the resentful soul of Master Jin Chan and the spirit coins are restrained, so the unlucky man can only soak in the cold pool scattered with the kits, and dare not have direct contact with the kits for a long time, and it will be quick to snatch his kits left in the distance.

Several people pulled out the gold thread from the kit, melted it and plated it on their weapons.

With the weapons ready to fight the enemy, it's time to go to the Lord to settle accounts.

Yan Shaoqing took Mu Chenlong and Zhang Wenjie to search around the village, but they still didn't find Hao Youmeng and others, and there was no trace of Master Jinchan.

"Don't you think it's strange?" Yan Shaoqing said to Mu Chenlong and Zhang Wenjie, "We searched more than half of the Hanging Coffin Village, but we didn't meet any players from the Jinchan camp along the way."

These people were either really terrified by Zhou Zeyan and deliberately avoided them, or something else happened.

"Where did they go?" Mu Chenlong thought of the weeds in Jin Chan's camp, so he couldn't get angry, and cursed like venting, "It's better that they all get eaten by ghosts."

On the way, Zhou Zeyan also came over, his face was full of spring, and he seemed to be in a good mood.

Beside the wavy drum around Zhou Zeyan's waist, there was a light yellow leather wallet. You don't need to guess what it was made of.

As the evening approached, all players received a system message.

[System prompt: The golden cicada statue has been repaired, and the village chief called all tourists to worship at the temple immediately. 】

"The head of the statue was connected so quickly." Mu Chenlong said with a little surprise.

The temple is strictly guarded. After yesterday's accident, other players couldn't enter. They thought it was just a severed head. Only Yan Shaoqing knew how thoroughly the statue was destroyed by the thousand-year-old corpse king.

It is impossible to restore the torn apart appearance in one day simply by manpower, there must be ghosts and ghosts.

When Yan Shaoqing arrived at the Jinchan Temple, the village head was already waiting under the stairs with his back hooked just like last time.

Several other players from the Millennium Corpse King camp, who were searching around the village on their own, rushed over one after another according to the notification.

However, a dozen players from the Jinchan faction headed by Hao Youmeng were absent.

No matter how afraid Hao Youmeng was of Zhou Zeyan, it was impossible for him to disobey the system prompts. This situation can only be described as abnormal.

At first, less than half of the tourists who came to the village came, but the village chief looked blank and did not ask any questions, as if he had expected such a situation long ago.

"The worship process is the same as before." The village head was expressionless and his tone was cold, like a set sound machine rubbing against rusty gears, "The restoration of the statue is a remarkable miracle of Master Jin Chan. This time Everyone must worship." As if to cast a bait to motivate people, the village chief said seductively, "Don't you always want to see the true face of Master Jinchan? After the worship, Master Jinchan His soul will manifest itself."

The village chief spread out his palm, and seven lumps of paper appeared in his palm.

He put the ball of paper into a small box with a wrist-sized opening on the top, shook it twice, lifted the box in front of him, and said to everyone: "As for the order of entering the temple, for the sake of fairness, draw lots." way to decide."

Yan Shaoqing felt something was wrong, and frowned slightly.

Gao Fenyong was the first one to enter the temple every time he worshiped. The village chief changed his method this time, as if deliberately blocking him.

Everyone stepped forward one after another and took out a ball of paper from the box.

Yan Shaoqing slowly unfolded the ball of paper, and a big "seven" was written inside.

It was a coincidence that he actually won the last one.

The first one was drawn by an old player named Wang Jiabing. He has been able to survive in the Millennium Corpse King camp until now, and he still has a certain degree of confidence in his own strength.

He had just stepped up the stairs when the door of the temple opened itself with a "creak".

There were lit candles in the temple before, and the light was quite bright, but this time the candles were extinguished, and there were no light-transmitting windows on the surrounding walls, and the inside was dark.

The statue is at the deepest part of the temple, and the light from the door cannot penetrate at all, and it is almost completely shrouded in shadow.

When Wang Jiabing stepped into the temple, the black door closed again by itself.

The remaining players stared upward, waiting nervously.

"what!"

In less than half a minute, there was a shrill scream from the temple, and then fell into dead silence again.

Everyone was silent, but the black door slowly opened again with an untimely muffled sound.

As if receiving some kind of signal, the village chief ignored the player who did not come down, and urged in a low voice: "Next."

The players behind Wang Jiabing were so scared that their faces turned pale from the scream. They immediately took two steps back and waved their hands in panic, "No, I'm not going."

He turned around to run, but the village chief's pig grass knife came out of his hand like a boomerang, and the sharp blade was about to decapitate the player who was trying to escape in the blink of an eye.

"clang!"

The player's reaction speed was not slow. Feeling the murderous aura coming from behind, he immediately took out his weapon and put it in front of his neck. The silver-plated weapon actually stopped the village chief's fatal blow.

The village chief stared at the silver layer on the opponent's weapon, his complexion as black as the bottom of a pot.

He raised his withered palm, and clapped it twice.

The villagers who had been dormant for a long time rushed out one after another, surrounding the players, leaving only one path leading to the stairs.

The villagers held old agricultural tools such as sickles and hoes in their hands, and the metal surfaces were all glowing with silver.

The intention of these villagers is already obvious, that is to drive them all to the temple to die.

The six players are still able to deal with an old monster of the village chief, but they have almost no chance of escape when facing dozens of vicious villagers at the same time.

"You foreigners broke the seal and offended Master Jinchan, and you have to pay for it." The village chief waved the pig grass knife in his hand and said viciously, "Either you go to the temple to plead guilty to the master, or Don't blame me for being rude."

After the village chief finished threatening, he turned his gaze to Yan Shaoqing, stretched out a hand, and gently persuaded him kindly: "My good boy, I know you have nothing to do with this evil thing, a kind and sincere person like you You shouldn't be messing with these scumbags, come to me quickly, and I will protect you."

Yan Shaoqing raised his eyebrows speechlessly. He was clearly the one who led the release of the thousand-year-old corpse king, but he was forcibly exonerated by the village chief.

Not to mention that these people forced them to enter the temple, even if they didn't force them, he still wanted to meet that unlucky man again.

Yan Shaoqing ignored the village chief's "painful persuasion", and shouted to other players around: "Anyway, there is no other way out, why not everyone go up together."

It's time like this, and it doesn't matter what the rule is that only one person can enter. It is the last word to directly overthrow the boss by relying on the advantage of numbers.

Yan Shaoqing was the first to rush up the ladder, followed by the other players.

Before climbing to the temple, a strange smell rushed into the nostrils in an instant.

In addition to the smell of incense sticks and the smell of blood, there is also a lingering stench, which smells as disgusting as rotting corpses.

Looking in from the door, under the dim light, only the outline of the furnishings in the house can be seen.

Not only did a new statue appear after the altar, but it was several times larger than the original one, but it looked a little weird, and the surface seemed to be slightly floating up and down.

Yan Shaoqing took out Yan Hun's dagger, walked into the temple warily, and Mu Chenlong and others followed.

The door behind him closed with a "click" without warning, completely submerging everyone in the thick and suffocating darkness.

Vision is sealed, but hearing becomes particularly sensitive.

Yan Shaoqing felt that the breathing sounds of Mu Chenlong and the others disappeared in an instant, but there were bursts of dull panting sounds and painful groaning sounds from the god statue in front, scattered and continuous, like many people uttered at the same time .

"Honey, you finally came to see me."

A low-pitched male voice came to his ears, suppressing a certain kind of obsessive madness in his tone.

A faint golden light overflowed from the statue's body, making the monster's distorted figure clearly reflected in Yan Shaoqing's pupils.

This is a god statue made of the flesh and blood of living people. The bodies and limbs of a dozen players are squeezed and glued together at incredible angles. Only the faces remain the same, exposed like skin.

Hao Youmeng and other players from the Golden Cicada camp, who had been missing all day, finally found their whereabouts. Even Wang Jiabing, who had just screamed, was absorbed into the ugly pile of meat.

Those people don't know if they are still alive, but they obviously retain a few traces of their own consciousness.

His pleading eyes fell on Yan Shaoqing, and he let out a hopeful and desperate cry for help.

"Help, come and save me!"

"It's so painful, why did it become like this?"

The body of Mage Jin Chan is at the top, pressing everyone under him, like a god high above, the sacred light and the figure of the evil spirit gather on him at the same time, the huge sense of coercion makes it impossible to move your eyes away .

The corner of the man's mouth was hooked slightly, his stern face showed a creepy and weird smile, and countless hands covering his body stretched out towards Yan Shaoqing's direction, and an extremely dull voice came out from his slightly moving lips, like Whispers of demons in the abyss: "My dear, it's time for us to become one."