Monster Beauty's Unlimited Game

Mountain Village Ghost Story 10

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The trembling wooden comb was combed slowly from the top of the head, and stopped in the middle of the knot. Her pale and skinny fingers were also covered with red charms, which were faintly glowing.

He couldn't help tilting his head slightly, feeling that the scene of the woman in white combing her hair was somewhat familiar.

Ji Fangwei looked coldly at the magic circle that was about to form on the ground, and when he was about to ease the bell on his waist, he saw Zhou Yan suddenly move.

He walked to the bed, picked up the moldy quilt, and spread it on the floor.

The blood stains spreading from the grooves on the ground seeped into the quilt in an instant, and before the blood soaked the rotten quilt, he stepped on it.

Step by step, he walked carefully to the side of the woman in white.

Then, he took out the blade that was shining coldly.

Zhou Yan took a deep breath, prepared himself adequately, and gently picked up a strand of hair from the woman in white.

This hair seemed to have been soaked in ice water, so cold and slippery that he almost couldn't hold it.

Suppressing the coldness in his palm, he picked up the blade and carefully inspected the woman's long hair.

Those knotted hairs were actually groups of solid red blood clots, firmly entrenched in the messy black hair like hemp balls, one by one, as if they still had life.

The woman's movements stopped suddenly, she could feel someone helping her to arrange her hair, and she turned her head slowly, as if she wanted to see who was helping her.

Zhou Yan frowned tightly, held his breath, and cut open the disgusting blood clot.The touch is very subtle, not the slight numbness of cutting hair, but more like cutting paper.

This woman is really a paper doll!

Looking at the woman's bloody face, he couldn't help saying: "If I have time, I should be able to restore your face."

When the woman in white heard his words, she turned her head slightly, and her petal-like flesh and blood suddenly opened, as if thanking Zhou Yan for his kindness.

Ji Fangwei looked at Zhou Yan not far away.

His slender and fair hands gently cut the woman's lumpy hair, the soft and delicate side face reflected the scarlet blood light, and the slender eyelashes reflected a dark shadow on his smooth cheeks.

Ji Fangwei's eyes flickered, this person is indeed not "him".

At least judging from the current performance, these behaviors are not something "he" can do.

The blood in the groove had already soaked the quilt under his feet, and the dangerous red liquid was gradually spreading, and was about to stain that person.

Ji Fangwei closed his eyes, as if he had made a certain decision.

He took out the silent bell from his waist and shook it slightly in the air. A crisp ringing echoed in the dark room.

Those flailing blood seemed to be shocked by the slight sound, and then began to bubble out one by one as if being boiled, and the whole blood array stopped spreading after a while.

Some sharp screams could be faintly heard in the boiling blood, which seemed to be the unwilling wails of the unjustly killed ghosts.

Zhou Yan was startled by this movement, and then he heard Ji Fangwei's calm voice say: "Continue."

"Okay." Zhou Yan put away the blade and said to the woman in white.

His tone was calm, but his heart couldn't help beating wildly, time was running out.

【10: 52】

【10: 51】

The woman in white turned her head slowly, strands of red light flashed in her hair, the spell on her pale skin slowly faded, and the blood petal that had just been torn off on her neck gradually healed.

【Ding!Congratulations to player Zhou Yan for supplementing the character illustration. 】

【name:? ? 】

【identity:? ? 】

[Introduction: She will help you. 】

[Others: to be unlocked, progress (1/3)]

Then, the woman in white stood up abruptly and even knocked Zhou Yan aside.

She stumbled and searched for something in the house, but unfortunately her eyes couldn't see, almost knocked over all the furniture, and the snow-white clothes were covered with blood from the grooves.

The blood flashed across her body, and then sank into the white clothes.

Zhou Yan walked to the dressing table and saw the baby in the swaddle on the crib. After picking it up, he said, "Are you looking for Sisi?"

Hearing Zhou Yan's voice, the woman in white fumbled forward, kicked away the overturned chair on the ground, and hurried to Zhou Yan's body.

He handed over the rough baby.

The woman in white suddenly remembered something, put her fingers where her lips were originally, and walked anxiously on the spot, as if she was thinking about a very important matter.

【9: 51】

【9: 50】

time is limited.

Ji Fangwei also came to Zhou Yan's side, without saying a word, the backlash of forcibly driving the summoning bell made his face slightly pale.

The woman in white suddenly stretched out her hand, tightly bound Zhou Yan's hand, and pulled him to the corner of the wall.

She lowered her body and opened a secret door.

Bright light slanted in from the boxy door frame, breaking through the turbid darkness and reflecting the dilapidated room.

Zhou Yan could vaguely hear the sound of gurgling water outside, and there was actually a river outside the door.

The woman in white pointed to the baby in Zhou Yan's hand, and then pointed to the secret door, and then she seemed to have thought of a very terrible thing, and began to stab her finger deeply into her exploded cheek at a loss.

Dark red blood slowly slipped from between her pale fingers, and flowed like blood tears onto her veined arm.

The bright red blood array behind her seemed to be frozen, and even the red light disappeared.

"Let's go." Ji Fangwei pulled Zhou Yan who was a little sluggish.

The two lowered their heads and walked out of the suffocating room.

The sun shone on the two of them, seeming to dispel some of the bloody smell in the house.

They were located behind the house, and after a few steps, they could see a meandering river. It was evening, and the river surface was dotted with fine gold spots when the setting sun illuminated it.

【7: 31】

【7: 30】

The countdown continues.

What is Wen Fuli's secret?

Zhou Yan was still holding a soft paper baby in his arms, its rough head was leaning against his arms, and it was wrapped in apricot-yellow swaddling clothes.

If it wasn't for the urgent time, his damn occupational disease would definitely have another attack.

Do you want to repaint it like last time?

No, time is running out, there is no chance of failure.

Ji Fangwei looked at Zhou Yan's frown, and asked, "How do you know to cut a woman's hair?"

Hearing this, Zhou Yan took out a pair of scrolls, which happened to be the landscape painting hanging in the hallway. When he entered the corridor of the inner hall, he took it away.

Anyway, Wen Fuli said that he would give the painting to himself, so taking this painting is not against the wishes of the owner of the house.

Zhou Yan adjusted the position of the painting, and when he admired the painting at a [-]-degree clockwise angle, the whole painting seemed to have completely changed into another scene.

The galloping river drawn with splashed ink turns into black hair like a waterfall, the line drawing outlines the layers of dangling sleeves, the slender fingers become the mountains between the mountains, and the rolling clouds lying across the peaks become a quiet beauty Face.

And the flat boat fluttering up and down in the black water is like a delicate wooden comb flowing down the stream in the silk hair.

It is a picture of a landscape beauty dressing up.

It's just that the pale dead wood that blocked the boat's progress just now has disappeared, and the flat boat has slowly driven to the end of the river.

"I thought this painting was weird at first, so I put it away, but when I saw the woman in white combing her hair, I thought of this painting."

The comb is the boat, and the pale dead wood lying in front of the boat should be the fingers of a woman. She seems to be calling for help from the outside world through the scroll.And the water flow drawn against the current is a reminder to Zhou Yan.

After Zhou Yan finished speaking casually, he stared fiercely at the flimsy little paper man in his arms, it was abominable, and he couldn't think of a way to break the situation.

Just as he was meditating, someone patted his shoulder, and Zhou Yan looked puzzled.

The afterglow of the setting sun softened Ji Fangwei's expression, and he said to the distant mountain, "Perhaps, there are two meanings in the painting."

In the distance, there are clusters of peaks and mountains, and the red glow of the setting sun is about to sink into the mountains, and the nearby gurgling water reflects the sparkling light.

He recalled the conversation between Wen Fuli and the woman in white, "Sisi is going to be taken away."

If one's child is about to be taken away, as a mother, what measures should be taken.

He looked at the swaddle that wrapped the baby, and there was an inconspicuous gray fingerprint on it, which was the dust left by the mirror just now.

dust.

Wen Fuli's house was clean and tidy except for the room of the woman in white. Except for that room, it was full of dust and mildew.

Then the mirror and the washbasin should both belong to that woman's room.

sink!

Could it be that she wants to send her child away along the river?

Zhou Yan compared the small boat in the painting, ups and downs in the turbulent water, as if there was something inside, and the boat just happened to drift to another part of the river.

He immediately understood that the woman in white climbed on top of his head, she was looking for the bronze mirror and washbasin lost in the room.

But he only took the bronze mirror!

What to do then!

Zhou Yan took out the bronze mirror, and a strange determination appeared on his usually calm face.

If you don't have a boat, build one yourself.

He took out all the plastic bottles containing resin in the toolbox, squeezed the plastic bottle body with great heartache, and poured out all the transparent and viscous materials.

He looked at Ji Fangwei who was doing nothing aside, commanded him casually, and said, "Come and help, pour out all of this."

Ji Fangwei, who was unceremoniously dispatched, just silently glanced at the busy Zhou Yan, and then turned his gaze to the somewhat deformed plastic bottle.

After hesitating for a moment, he squatted down slowly, and when he was about to unscrew the bottle cap, he heard Zhou Yan's unkind eyes sweep over him, and he said, "Be gentle, don't break the bottle!"

Ji Fangwei: "..."

Zhou Yan fixed the plastic bottle under the copper mirror with tape, and gently placed the baby on it. Together with the mirror, he carefully placed it on the river drifting toward the unknown.

The mirror itself is not light, but it is supported by the buoyancy of the empty bottle. After bouncing up and down on the water surface, it slowly drifted to the distance along the current until it disappeared.

【Unfortunately, players Zhou Yan and Ji Fangwei disrespected the etiquette of the villager Wen Fuli, favorability -100.】

[Reminder: When you meet him, please run away quickly. 】

[Congratulations to players Zhou Yan and Ji Fangwei for completing the task of solving the villagers' troubles. The current progress is 100%. 】

[Task Rewards: [-]. Collect the customs of Huaishui Village - please turn off the lights at night. 】

[Task Reward: [-]. Please ask Qi Sixian about the real purpose of coming here, and he will answer. 】

【Ding!Congratulations to player Zhou Yan for supplementing the character illustration. 】

【name:? ? 】

[Identity: Wen Fuli's younger sister]

[Introduction: She will help you, please come to her if you have any difficulties. 】

[Others: progress to be unlocked (2/3)]

A series of system messages made Zhou Yan overwhelmed, but the most important thing right now is to complete the collection task issued by Qi Sixian.

After all, time is running out.

【6: 10】

【6: 09】

The two looked at the notebook in their hands, a white light flashed across it, and it was written in neat handwriting——

[Please turn off the lights at night. 】

The rest of the time should be able to rush back to the guest house... right?

Zhou Yan looked around in a daze, and sadly found that he was completely lost.

"Let's go." Ji Fangwei walked straight to the path by the river.

"How did you go back?" Zhou Yan immediately followed him. The stone road by the river was soaked in water all the year round, and it was a little slippery. He tried his best to control the strength under his feet.

Ji Fangwei stopped suddenly, turned to the opposite side of the river bank, and said, "They also came out."

Two familiar figures came out from the house on the opposite side of the river. They were Yin Haojie and Wei Xing. They seemed to have experienced something terrible. They ran to the riverside path on the other side in a panic, and walked forward without looking back. Yin Junjie also boldly pushed Wei Xing, telling him to walk faster.

Seeing how determined the two are, they should be able to know the location of the guest house.Follow their words and you will not get lost.

"Whoa!"

"Help! Someone fell into the water!"

A cry for help came from the opposite bank. Zhou Yan turned his head and saw that it was Wei Xing who fell into the river. However, he was very good at swimming, his arms were constantly swinging in the water, white water splashed around his feet, and he swam up after a while. shore.

Wei Xing's clothes were all clinging to his body, outlining a strong figure. He was very annoyed at Yin Junjie's yelling, letting others know his plight of falling into the water.

He said angrily, "What are you shouting about! What are you shouting about! You've never seen anyone swimming, have you?"

Shocked by his momentum, Yin Haojie hurriedly waved his hands and said, "Brother, brother, how dare I? I'm just worried about you!"

Zhou Yan watched the interaction between the two from across the river bank, and couldn't help but smile, it seemed that they had also completed the task.

Ji Fangwei looked sideways at Zhou Yan's smiling face, and asked for the first time, "Is your friend on the other side?"

Zhou Yan was a little surprised and could only nod his head.

Ji Fangwei touched the bell on his waist, and seemed to want to say something, but finally closed his mouth and continued walking forward.

After rounding a corner, the two finally stepped onto the flagstone road paved with bluestones.

No need to walk carefully to keep yourself from falling into the water.

Zhou Yan walked on the way when he came, and the villagers still looked at him with smiles.

Zhou Yan paid special attention to Wen Fuli's home, but he was not standing at the door.

And there were traces on the bluestone road in front of his door that hadn't appeared before.

It's footprints.

Two rows of black footprints stretched out from a villager's house, walked to the middle of the road, and disappeared out of thin air.

"This is……"

Zhou Yan thought of the screams he heard at Wen Fuli's house before, what does this footprint have to do with that girl?

He looked at the villagers around him, still with a smile that had nothing to do with him, turning a blind eye to the black footprints on the road.

【3: 32】

【3: 31】

Zhou Yan walked to the middle of the road, knelt down to examine it carefully, and couldn't help but want to touch it with his hands, when he suddenly heard someone calling him.

"Zhou Yan—"

The man's voice was very soft, as if a gust of wind had blown through his ears.

Zhou Yan suddenly turned his head and saw Ji Fangwei standing aside against the light, with a puzzled expression on his face.

Zhou Yan: "Are you calling me?"

Ji Fangwei: "No."

Zhou Yan continued to observe the black marks on the ground, and suddenly felt someone grabbed his shoulder again.

The successive troubles made Zhou Yan a little annoyed again, he frowned and looked at Ji Fangwei.

"Why are you filming me?"

Ji Fangwei, who was completely wronged, was at a loss for words, and he said, "I didn't."

The expression is a little innocent.

Zhou Yan rubbed the place where he was photographed, and felt that it was still a little painful. There must be bruises, and the original apology for letting him drink hot tea disappeared.

He said angrily, "Let's go, time is running out."

Ji Fangwei didn't care about his bad tone, but just looked at his shoulder thoughtfully.

When the two entered the guest house, there was only Qi Sixian in the room.

When he saw Zhou Yan and Ji Fangwei coming back, he stood up excitedly, held Zhou Yan's hand, and said, "Student, you are really amazing, you can come back so quickly, let me see what information you have collected !"

He took the notebooks in the hands of the two of them.

A layer of uneasy goosebumps appeared on Zhou Yan's skin touched by him, and Qi Sixian's hands were warm like normal people, with calluses unique to scholars.

But after being touched by him, the lingering coldness flowed from his fingers to his heart.

His distorted face in the camera could not help appearing in his mind, Zhou Yan always felt that he was very weird.

[Congratulations to players Zhou Yan and Ji Fangwei for taking the lead in completing the task of collecting feudal superstitions and customs in Huaishui Village. 】

Qi Sixian flipped through the materials recorded by the two in surprise, and couldn't help but admire: "You two students, the materials you have collected are really amazing."

"Hurry up, hurry up, if you don't come, you won't be in time!"

The second group was completed by Zhang Wenwen and He Mian. They were sweating profusely, and the paper in their hands was almost soaked with sweat. They finally handed over the materials to Qi Sixian in the last minute of the countdown.

After the two of them completed the task, they collapsed on the table without any image, panting heavily. They should have experienced the same situation as Zhou Yan and Ji Fangwei. The two supernatural beings barely completed the task.

After Qi Sixian took over their materials, he sorted them out on the table, looked at the dial in his hand, frowned and said worriedly: "There are still a few students who haven't come back. What should I do? It's time for dinner. What if If you don’t eat, you will starve to death.”

As soon as he finished speaking, the stomachs of everyone in the guest house suddenly began to twitch. An unbearable hunger spread from the stomach to the whole body, and the fear of hunger gradually spread from the bottom of their hearts.

Zhou Yan couldn't help holding his stomach, trying to squeeze the stomach space to resist hunger, but with little success, small bloodshots gradually appeared in his eyes, which were the desire for food, and he swallowed hard. His eyes couldn't help but look at his exposed skin, which was white and soft. If he bit it down, what would it feel like?

It should be like a cloud, sweet and soft, able to fill your hungry stomach...

Saliva was constantly being secreted in his mouth, he slowly raised his arm to his mouth, he only needed to take a bite, and he could taste the delicious blood, he could already smell the rich meaty fragrance from his skin...

No!

Zhou Yan forced himself to close his eyes, not seeing what he saw.

After taking a few breaths, he gradually felt that annoying emptiness in his abdomen was slowly disappearing.

"Finally arrived, oh my god, I was scared to death!"

"Catch up at the last second! It's not easy! Damn, captain, why are you gnawing on your own hand!"

At the last second of the countdown, the other four rushed back to the house and successfully completed the task.

Huangmao gasped for a while, and after calming down his violently beating heart, he raised his head in a daze.

Where did Sun Yali go?

He suddenly found that his girlfriend was missing, and he, who had gone through the dungeon, had an ominous premonition at this time.

Sun Yali is the only girl who is alone, how should she complete those difficult tasks!

Huang Mao hurriedly stood up and rushed towards Qi Sixian.

"Tell me quickly! Where is Yali!" He grabbed Qi Sixian by the collar, pulled him in front of him, and roared, "Where is she!"

Qi Sixian showed a panicked expression, straightened his black-rimmed glasses tremblingly, and said, "What? What Yali? I don't know!"

The author says:

Thank you very much for your support, I will continue to work hard!