Monster Beauty's Unlimited Game

Mountain Village Ghost Story 6

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a person who disappeared

Zhou Yan heaved a sigh of relief, he dared to pay tolls before he could let him go.

Judging from the current situation, it seems that there is nothing wrong with Qi Sixian's behavior. Compared with Hu Ling beside him, he is considered a normal NPC.

"Okay, everyone get out of the car!" Qi Sixian greeted everyone, opened the door first, and got out of the car.

Very gentlemanly, he hurried to the other side, opened the car door for Hu Ling, and the young couple looked at each other knowingly and smiled.

A blush showed on her fair cheeks.

Everything is working fine so far.

【Ding!Congratulations to the players for successfully entering Huaishui Village, please try your best to survive the first night. 】

The system ruthlessly destroyed the slightly relaxed atmosphere, and everyone's hearts were pulled again.

"Zhou Yan, do you think people can still die in this village?" Yin Haojie looked around nervously, as if he couldn't figure out what kind of danger this seemingly ordinary village would pose.

"I don't know." Zhou Yan answered truthfully.

The village chief came to the players tremblingly, looked at their faces carefully one by one, then stroked their beards, and said, "They all look like polite young men. Alright, please name our ancestors."

The village chief beckoned, and the other villagers turned and left in a dull manner. They scattered into the streets and alleys of the village in a moment, and then there was a rustling sound.

While they were getting ready, Qi Sixian approached the players mysteriously and said in a low voice: "The villagers in this village all migrated from the ancient Jiaozhi Kingdom. They all believe in an ancestor called King Nanyan, who is said to be The first king of Cochin Kingdom."

This information moved Zhou Yan's mind. The source of this copy is also based on reality. He has participated in the production of some cult movies before, and has some understanding of this mysterious Jiaozhi country.

Jiaozhi country generally refers to the ancient southern Yunnan region. Due to the deep mountains and dense forests in the southern tropical region, there are many insects and miasmas, and some special religious cultures have also been born.For example, lowering the head, magic, etc., in short, it is a continuous source of inspiration for many horror movies.

So he often helps the crew draw some spells, make some dummy skins, etc., but these purely visual films have not been so popular in recent years, and he rarely touches these.

Judging from the current situation of Huaishui Village, it is no different from ordinary mountain villages, and from the perspective of terrain, surrounded by mountains, it has nothing to do with ordinary tropical rainforests.

Compared with the cochin adherents, the ubiquitous paper figurines here make him more concerned.

Suddenly there was the sound of silk and bamboo not far away, and a group of villagers beating gongs and drums slowly walked out from the streets and alleys.

The tones they played were very strange, different from ordinary folk music, but inexplicably made people feel uncomfortable. There was a sharp high-pitched sound mixed in the middle of each note, and even the eardrums began to faintly itch.

The welcoming villagers wore golden dragon belts around their waists, and eight people in the middle of the team carried a tall mahogany sedan chair, on which a five-clawed golden dragon was also delicately painted with gold powder.

Sitting in the middle of the sedan chair is a majestic and huge statue of a paper figurine. He is wearing a date-colored broad-cloth robe, a jasper belt around his waist, and a crown of embarrassment on his head. Unlike other paper figurines, his long and narrow eyes are slightly closed. He seemed to be taking a nap with his eyes downcast, the corners of his bright red mouth were slightly turned down, and his hands were placed on his knees. Zhou Yan noticed that his hands seemed to be longer than others.

And a golden dragon's tail protruded from under his drooping robe, hovering around the sedan chair.

He has also understood this different shaping from ordinary people.

Many ancient feudal emperors would fabricate many nonsense rumors in order to show their status as emperors.For example, there are legends of many kings having double pupils, and some even have earlobes over shoulders and hands over knees.

From the current point of view, the Nanyan King believed in by Huaishui Village also belongs to this category, and even added a dragon tail to himself.

"Can't we look into his eyes?" Yin Haojie asked in a low voice.

His voice was drowned in the loud music, but Qi Sixian happened to hear him.

He turned around and said with a smile: "Of course you can see, King Nanyan is the ancestor they believed in, and he will protect us."

All eyes involuntarily moved to his eyes.

Those long and narrow red phoenix eyes seemed to be opened a little bit, and the dark eyeballs were embedded in the pink eye sockets.

The guard of honor stopped in front of the players, and the eight villagers who carried the sedan chairs put down the sedan chairs piously. Everyone stood in place, and the whole village fell into silence again.

The huge statue looked down on everyone from a high place, and the rising smoke gradually flew towards King Nanyan uncontrollably, lingering on his solemn and solemn face, like the countless statues of Buddha worshiped by countless faithful men and women in the temple .

The village chief lay down on the muddy ground regardless of his whole body, stretched his hands and feet as much as possible, raised his old head, and chanted: "The destiny is eternal life, prosperity and prosperity, descendants of Yanzu, whether you stay or not, welcome your birthday."

"pregnancy--"

"Chen—"

All the villagers are like the village head, prostrate on the ground, chanting the word "birthday" loudly.

At this time, a cold wind blew from nowhere in the originally windless mountain village, making the villagers' clothes rattle, but the smoke wrapped around King Nanyan remained motionless.

"If you welcome them, please instruct your most loyal servants." The villagers knelt down and saluted, their pious voices reaching the sky, hoping that their ancestors could hear their prayers.

Of the people present, only the players were still staring at the solemn paper statue.

His face was still a stiff and sluggish paper model, but the two eyeballs were like living people, and they started to move slowly, scanning all the standing people from left to right through the narrow eye slits.

A red light flickered in the black eyes.

Zhou Yan caught a glimpse of the eyes that were only made of paper, and felt as if his whole body had been immersed in ice water, and couldn't help shivering.

He hastily lowered his eyes, feeling very creepy, this King Nanyan is not a good person at first glance.

The village head stood up slowly, smiling so that his old face was full of wrinkles. Obviously King Nanyan's reaction made him happy. Qi Sixian said: "Young boy, our ancestors welcome you very much! Please, please go to our guest house .”

Qi Sixian and Hu Ling looked at each other with unconcealable joy in their eyes, and said, "Okay, okay!"

The two stood side by side, took out a stack of small notebooks from their backpacks, handed them to the players, and said, "The task of investigating the information this time is very cumbersome. You have to go door-to-door to investigate, remember to keep records."

Zhou Yan also took the pen and paper they handed over, on which was written a line of words in red Song typeface—Northern University for Nationalities Action Investigation Team. It's smooth, and there doesn't seem to be anything unusual about it.

As if they were really just college students who came to investigate.

"You all have walkie-talkies, don't you?" Qi Sixian held up a black walkie-talkie, "You have to take care of your walkie-talkies, I will tell you if there is any situation, and I will take you to the guest house in the village first."

【Ding!Players trigger the walkie-talkie function, please keep important props safe. 】

Qi Sixian and Hu Ling were like conscientious NPCs. After releasing the task, they turned around and led everyone to the guest house in the village.

Zhou Yan walked in this seemingly peaceful village, but he still noticed a lot of things wrong, such as the expressions of those villagers, everyone's faces were filled with enthusiastic smiles.

At first, he thought it was the buff that these villagers had received warm hospitality, but he specially observed a villager who opened the door and entered the house. Even after returning to his own home, his face still had a happy expression.

Is there really anything so happy?

The guest house in Huaishui Village is a rare cement building in the village. The house is surrounded by a high stone wall. The inner gate is made of metal with a layer of perfunctory red paint on it. It has peeled off due to its age, revealing a dark rust.

Such a prison-like building is mixed with ordinary farmhouses, revealing a trace of incongruity.

On both sides of the iron gate stood the same weird paper figurines as those outside the village. They were dressed in highly saturated green and red, with half-length black hair hanging down, and round rouge dotted on their snow-white cheeks.

Blank pupils stared at every college student, and diamond-shaped bright red lips seemed to express the joy of celebrating the festival.

Qi Sixian took out the key, opened the door for everyone, and said, "The conditions of the hostel are not good, so you can make do with it. We will go to the folks in the village to bring you something to eat."

The iron door was wide open, and the furnishings in the room were really simple, it turned out to be a back-shaped Datong shop, with a wooden table in the middle, and no other furnishings.

Huang Chunling pinched her nose and complained, "How can you sleep in a place like this?"

After everyone entered the room, Zhang Wenwen, He Mian and others began to search the room carefully, and even knocked on the walls everywhere.

"You guys, what are you doing?" Huang Chunling asked cautiously, "Is this house weird? I can't stand it anymore!"

Zhang Wenwen rolled her eyes, she walked up to Huang Chunling, and said angrily: "Even if you go to a hotel, you have to check, why don't you check when you come to this strange place?"

Zhou Yan noticed that the strange Ji Fang only had been wandering outside the organization. At this moment, he was standing outside the door, looking at the mountains shrouded in mist in the distance.

"Hey, Zhou Yan, don't stand there stupidly, hurry up and help check!" Yin Haojie greeted Zhou Yan with a loud voice.

Zhou Yan responded. He observed the environment of this guest house. He had to say that the folks in Huaishui Village seemed to have cleaned it specially. They didn’t even see the spider silk that was most likely to breed in the corners. The beds were also made extremely clean. Even the cotton The quilts are soft and thick.

The afterglow of the setting sun shines through the window, casting two rectangular light spots and two circular shadows on the concrete floor.

Zhou Yan's attention could not help but be attracted by the red grilles on the window.

At this time, the sky was getting dark, but there was still a touch of golden sunset glow on the off-white window paper.

He slowly approached the window, looked at the seemingly festive window grilles, and an indescribably strange feeling came to his heart.

Ordinary window grilles are patterned with flowers and birds or double happiness characters, but the shape of this window grille is a red dragon surrounding the newborn sun.

Is this a special belief in Huaishui Village?

Suddenly a person came by, and before Zhou Yan turned his head, he heard a cold voice say: "There is something on your shoulder."

Zhou Yan was so frightened that his face turned pale, and he instantly remembered the messy ghost encounter that Yin Haojie had mentioned earlier, his neck was stiff, and he turned his head slowly.

The boy named Ji Fangwei was looking at him, the golden sunset outlined a faint halo on his face, but the words he said made people feel like falling into an ice cellar.

Zhou Yan followed Ji Fangwei's line of sight, and there were some black marks on his shoulders.

He was wearing a white shirt today, logically speaking, there should be no trace of this.

What is this?

Zhou Yan took some black powder from his shoulder and twisted it with his fingers. It seemed to be granular charcoal, which should be the residue of some kind of paper product after being burned.

He instantly thought of the paper figurine. Could this be the burnt mark left by the paper figurine?

Even when I wanted to smell it, my hand was held.

Ji Fangwei shook off his hands, and said coldly: "You dare to smell things of unknown origin."

His hands were as hard as steel, and a red mark immediately appeared on Zhou Yan's wrist, which was printed on his white and lonely wrist.

Zhou Yan has never met such an unreasonable person, and it seems that he really can't beat him.He rubbed his hands and asked, "What is this?"

Ji Fangwei gave him a meaningful look, then walked to the door and continued to be a lookout stone.

Zhou Yan's face was flushed, purely from anger.He looked at the black crumbs in his hand and gently blew it away, this Ji Fangwei was very strange, he seemed to know someone who was very similar to himself, and they had fought each other before.

So what's the matter with you?

"Okay, everything is checked, this room is normal." Zhang Wenwen came to Zhou Yan, and said to the three newcomers, "This is a decrypted copy. You only need to complete the customs clearance task given by the system before you can leave. It's still very simple, don't be too nervous."

"I don't think you're going to mislead me," He Mian heard Zhang Wenwen's words, came to several people, and said, "This dungeon still has a time limit."

"Is there still a time limit?" Huang Chunling couldn't help asking.

He Mian slowly approached Huang Chunling, showed a smile, and said: "Of course, this beauty, the system just reminded me to try my best to survive this night, which means that people will die every day. According to the most ideal situation, as long as If one person dies, then the time limit for this dungeon is eight days."

After finishing speaking, he blew a kiss to Huang Chunling who was stupefied with fright, and said greasyly, "Why don't you follow me, brother, and I'll take you through the customs."

"Hey, don't harass my teammates!" Zhang Wenwen pulled him over and said.

He Mian snorted coldly and said, "Why did you become your team member?"

Zhang Wenwen pushed him away, and said, "Don't think that I don't know what you're thinking, that you can't use your powers, and you just want to find a cannon fodder for your back, get out!"

He Mian let out an exaggerated groan, and said, "You really misjudged me! I am an experienced superhuman!"

Zhang Wenwen took a deep breath, calmed down, and said, "Let me analyze the current dungeon situation. First of all, this is a supernatural Chinese-style dungeon. We can't treat some phenomena with the common sense of the real world, such as those paper figurines. It is very likely that it is possessed by a wronged soul, so everyone should not take it lightly."

Zhou Yan subconsciously glanced at the two paper figurines at the door. Their positions did not change, but he always felt that the two blank eye sockets seemed to have moved, and his head was tilted slightly, as if spying on the conversation of the people in the room.

"There are also films shown on the bus," Yin Haojie, as a horror film director, was particularly concerned about that weird short film, "I think the ancestral hall is so weird!"

When he said the word ancestral hall, the temperature in the calm and windless room dropped suddenly, and it seemed that an extremely cold breath broke into the room, and even the open iron door slammed.

Everyone can feel the ominous atmosphere. Even before the sunset, the light in the house suddenly dimmed, and even the dust in the air turned into inexplicable shapes. Sticking close to them, monitoring every word and deed of this group of uninvited guests.

zizi——

"Please respect the customs of the village," Qi Sixian's voice came from everyone's mobile phone accompanied by an unstable current, "Please respect the customs of the village."

Everyone didn't dare to speak at once, only the sound of heavy breathing remained in the room, and a suffocating silence spread in the air.

After a period of time, the temperature rose slowly, and the setting sun shone through the windows again, and the house returned to its original appearance, but everyone's faces were ugly.

"Hey," Wei Jun, the scar-faced man, rubbed his goose-skinned arm and muttered, "Don't tell anyone."

Zhang Wenwen glared at him, made a silent gesture, and said, "At present, we don't know much about this dungeon, everyone, don't talk nonsense, so as not to cause complications."

"However, our mobile phones are still very important. This Qi Sixian should be a guiding NPC. Everyone take good care of your mobile phones."

"Students!" Qi Sixian hurried in from the door, his face covered with fine sweat, and said, "Everyone must abide by the customs of the village! Otherwise something terrible will happen!"

Fortunately, after repeated baptisms just now, everyone has already deeply engraved this rule in their minds, and they all nodded in agreement.

Seeing the students so obedient, Qi Sixian finally felt a big stone in his heart. He said: "We are going to collect information this time. Remember, we need some information about feudal superstitions. Everyone should carefully record the content of their dictation! Everyone is in a group, and everyone can form a team according to the assigned book! Remember to come back before dark, because the village chief is worried that everyone will be hungry and wants to give everyone glutinous rice balls!"

【Ding!Players are given the task of collecting feudal superstitions and customs in Huaishui Village. Please record the materials within the specified time and hand them over to Qi Sixian. 】

[If you don't finish it in time, you won't be able to catch up with the dinner in the village! 】

[The order of completion will affect your score! 】

【Start countdown】

【2:00:00】

【1:59:59】

……

Zhou Yan looked down at the notebook he got, and there was a red circle logo on the top, which seemed to be the same as——

It was that murderous gaze again, he took a deep breath, and raised his head resignedly, Ji Fangwei was looking at him with burning eyes.

It wasn't Zhou Yan's illusion, he could clearly see that Ji Fangwei's perfectly shaped mandible was slightly tensed, the paper in his hand was pinched and crumpled, and the circle pattern was facing Zhou Yan.

Why are you so unlucky!

Zhou Yan didn't hide his emotions at all, he let out a long sigh, and fully expressed his dislike.

Ji Fangwei let go of his clenched fingers and said, "Let's go."

"Hey, wait!" My younger sister raised her hand and said, "Why don't I have a partner?"

wrong.

A chill rose from Zhou Yan's back. He realized that something was wrong. There were obviously eight seats in that car. Why was there an order here?

What he clearly saw in the car were Yin Junjie, Huang Chunling, He Mian...

Who is missing from the car!

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Enter v!Thank you for your lovely support!I will try to update it!