Monster Beauty's Unlimited Game

Mountain Village Ghost Story 17

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woman in white

paper man? ! "

As soon as the words fell, everyone's eyes turned to Zhou Yan.

This conclusion is too frightening, but when I think of the first time I entered the village, the chasing task was to turn myself into a paper man.

Could it be that everyone has turned into paper figurines since they first entered the dungeon?

"This, this..." Zhang Wenwen covered her bleeding foot, her lips trembled, but she couldn't say anything.

Zhou Yan turned his head and asked Pang Ziyu: "Do you think Sun Yali is very light?"

Pang Ziyu's face was pale, but he still nodded silently.

"Also, why did she disappear out of thin air and leave behind black footprints, those are the ashes left by the paper doll." Zhou Yan took out a small paper bag and handed it to Pang Ziyu, saying, "I collected this. In fact, I doubted it, so I'll give it to you."

Pang Ziyu's eye circles were flushed. He took the small paper bag and said in a muffled voice, "Thank you."

Zhou Yan pointed to the blood hole on his face, and said, "When the rain hits the paper, it's as if the paper is soaked and there are holes in it. That's the effect."

Pang Ziyu nodded and said, "Yes, my arm was indeed splashed by the rain just now."

Zhou Yan continued: "The guns of Wei Xing and Zhang Wenwen have all turned into paper. This is the best proof."

Zhang Wenwen: "Then, how did Wei Xing die?"

Zhou Yan took a deep breath, and when he didn't know what to say, he heard Ji Fangwei speak.

He said with a cold voice, "I was pushed into the water by that person and died."

Zhang Wenwen thought of Wei Xing's drenched clothes, and she couldn't help asking, "Why did he kill Wei Xing?"

Zhou Yan shook his head and said, "I don't know."

Zhang Wenwen clenched her fists. Even though she knew that this was not the time to quarrel, she couldn't help but growl, "You know him, you are with him!"

"Yin Haojie and I are indeed friends in reality, but I don't know why he did this," Zhou Yan said honestly, "If it's because of this, it's normal for you to have doubts about me."

Zhang Wenwen was speechless after his frank words, she snorted coldly, and walked away a few steps with her whole body guarded.

Pang Ziyu regained some strength, he stood up with difficulty, and said: "If he wants to harm us, he doesn't need to let us know the truth about the paper man."

Zhang Wenwen narrowed his eyes and said, "Maybe this is also a trick to frame us. You suggested the task of the paper figurine at the beginning, right?"

"What he said is true," Ji Fangwei said suddenly, he glanced at the heavy rain outside, and said, "If you don't believe me, you can go out."

Just as Zhang Wenwen was about to refute a few words, he recalled how effortlessly he had knocked out the two NPCs, so he resigned resentfully.

Pang Ziyu covered the bleeding wound on his arm, still hesitating about the fact that he had turned into a paper doll, and said, "What's with those curses? It's the one in my hand."

He slowly stretched out his hand, and the bright red evil spell was still deeply engraved in his palm.

Zhou Yan: "Actually, the taboos in this village are not only those we recorded, such as the marks on my shoulder."

Pointing to his shoulder, he said: "We have a taboo. When walking, if someone calls your name or pats you on the shoulder, you cannot turn back. I violated this taboo, so I was punished by some kind of Things are on their way. This curse is their mark."

Zhang Wenwen thought of the glutinous rice ball that was blown by a ghost, and said, "Then, then I ate that glutinous rice ball, so I was also targeted by that thing."

Zhou Yan nodded, and said to Huang Mao: "Your situation should be the same."

"Then didn't we eat glutinous rice balls?" Pang Ziyu said with an ugly face, "The glutinous rice balls, what are the glutinous rice balls?"

Zhou Yan didn't speak, he had a bad idea in his heart, and just looked at Pang Ziyu with a look of "you understand".

Then, he sighed and said, "I put a plastic bag in my mouth and didn't really swallow those glutinous rice balls."

Pang Ziyu's expression was even scarier than when he was disturbed by Yin Qi, he said tremblingly, "Don't tell me that's a real eye—"

"vomit--"

Zhang Wenwen couldn't help retching on the ground anymore, but those things had long since disappeared without a trace.

Seeing that she didn't spit out anything, Zhang Wenwen patted her chest with lingering fear, she would rather never know.

Pang Ziyu looked at the woman in white who was standing silently with some trepidation, and said, "Then, what are the villagers here? Are they also paper figurines?"

These words reminded Zhou Yan that the illustration book of the woman in white was still the last step to be completed.

With a slight movement of his fingertips, he carefully inspected the bloody face of the woman in white, and the occupational disease that was about to move broke out again.

The woman in white has no facial features, can't see, can't speak, if she is also a paper doll...

He thought of the picture of a beautiful woman with mountains and rivers, and seemed to understand something.

Zhou Yan stood up, walked to the woman in white, and asked, "Do you want to restore your original appearance?"

Since guiding them in, the woman in white has been standing silently aside. When she heard Zhou Yan's question, she trembled all over, as if she was very afraid of strangers.

Then she seemed to have noticed something, and slowly approached Zhou Yan.

She was still holding a blood-red lantern in her hand, and the light shone on her terrifying ghostly face, and the slightly trembling blood petals were reflected in the slowly flowing light.

Zhou Yan's pitch-black eyes were stained with a few strands of red, and he did not show a look of fear.Now I'm completely stuck in work mode, and I'm researching how to repair the woman's face that has been damaged beyond repair.

The woman in white was already very close to him, and Zhou Yan could almost smell a stench coming from her body, and he couldn't tell where it came from for a while.

Her wet and slippery black hair stuck to Zhou Yan's thin clothes, and there was still that uncomfortable chill. Zhou Yan felt that his skin was firmly stuck to the ice, and it was almost frozen.

The face of the woman in white stopped at his shoulder, and she lowered her head and slowly approached the bloody face.

Shoulder?

She suddenly stretched out that pale hand and pressed Zhou Yan's shoulder, which happened to have some black dust on it.

That hand was cold and hard, and when it was pressed on him, Zhou Yan suddenly flashed a flash of memory. It was when he entered the village, it seemed that someone said to him——

"Please, please find my body."

"Is it the message you sent me?" Zhou Yan asked, enduring the chill.

The woman in white nodded.

Zhou Yan stretched out his hand, and his fingertips touched the wriggling blood flap.

It didn't have the warm and fleshy touch as imagined, but it was icy and slippery, which reminded people of some bad things for no reason.

For example, rotten and smelly pieces of meat that have been stored in the refrigerator for a long time.

Zhou Yan picked up the tip of the innermost petal-shaped piece of meat with his fingertips, and pressed it inward. The whole piece of flesh and blood was very reluctantly attached to the innermost part, with some bumps and gaps on the edge.

He held his breath and took a closer look. These wounds were not caused by cutting with a sharp blade, but more like someone hitting hard with an uneven object.

The woman in white couldn't feel the pain. When the warm fingers touched her wound, she still curled up a bit, and the scene of being punished that day suddenly appeared in her chaotic thoughts.

She was betrayed by the relatives she trusted the most. She was branded obscene by the villagers. By the Huaishui River, her ears were shaved off, and her face was severely hit by sharp stones. paper man.

She still remembered that day, the Huaishui River was dyed red by her, but the ancestor in the ancestral hall never took pity on her.

The lantern in her hand began to flicker, indicating that the master was restless.

Zhou Yan already had a countermeasure in mind, and he said, "Lie down, and I'll fix it for you."

When the woman in white heard the words, she placed the lantern on the ground, lay flat on her back, and put her hands on her belly obediently.

"What are you doing? Zhang Wenwen looked warily at Zhou Yan, who was behaving strangely.

Pang Ziyu kicked her and said, "Shut up, he must have his own plans."

Zhang Wenwen glared at him indignantly, and said, "Don't be fooled by some people's small favors. If he saves you, he will probably kill you in the end."

"Anyway, I have nothing, so he will kill him!" Pang Ziyu took out a roll of fluorescent bandages, came to Zhou Yan's side, and said, "Let me introduce myself again, my name is Pang Ziyu."

Zhou Yan did not shirk, took the item that looked like it was not an ordinary bandage, and said, "Thank you, my name is Zhou Yan."

Then he thought that he couldn't remember Pang Ziyu's name before, and then smiled lightly: "I remember your name."

Pang Ziyu tore off a small piece of bandage carelessly, wrapped it around his arm, and said, "This is a healing bandage. Although I don't know if it will be affected, it should be fine to stop bleeding—"

After he finished speaking, he saw that Zhou Yan had covered his face completely, like a mummy, with only two dark eyeballs exposed.

Pang Ziyu twitched his mouth. This roll of bandages was all his belongings. He only needed to tear off a little and stick it on the wound to stop the bleeding. I didn't expect that the benefactor would use it so arrogantly.

He took out the last remaining roll of bandages, tore it in half, and handed it to two other teammates.

Ji Fangwei rarely accepted others' kindness, and said, "Leave it to yourself."

Pang Ziyu shrugged, threw the other half to Zhang Wenwen, and said, "Here, take it. The next task is still very difficult. Let's not fight among ourselves."

Zhang Wenwen took the bandage silently, and began to treat the wound on her foot by herself. After the bandage was finished, she suddenly thought of the forgotten person.

"Hemian, he seems to be with those two people."

Zhou Yan, who was applying glue to the woman in white, was stunned. He stopped what he was doing and said, "Yes, he may be in danger."

Zhou Yan's hand still trembled unavoidably, he still doesn't believe that Yin Haojie will harm people, so what will happen to Huang Chunling who is with him?

Seeing him taking out a white bottle and using a small brush to smear the wound of the woman in white, Pang Ziyu asked curiously, "What is this?"

Zhou Yan lowered his head and continued his movements. He didn't want to reveal his abilities, and said, "Glue, haven't you seen it?"

Pang Ziyu laughed, and said, "I've only seen this thing in fragments."

"Remnants?"

"That's right," Pang Ziyu said with a nostalgic tone, "In the world we live in, a virus suddenly appeared a long time ago and infected many people, and those infected people turned into unconscious walking dead. Once bitten by them, they will also become walking dead."

Zhou Yan pursed his lips. The world Pang Ziyu described was somewhat similar to the zombie world he knew.

"When I entered this infinite evolution game, I even felt that it was easier in the dungeon than in reality," Pang Ziyu said with a wry smile, "So, after discussing with Yali, I plan to enter this game together so that I can improve my Strength, to resist those monsters."

"Anyway, tomorrow and death don't know when it will come, and it's a day to live a day."

"But Yali..."

At the end of Pang Ziyu's speech, tears rolled in his eyes.

"Don't cry, your tears are also water." Zhang Wenwen reminded forcefully, at this time she was leaning on the door and watching the boundless rain outside the house.

Pang Ziyu hurriedly wiped his eyes with a bandage, and said in a muffled voice, "Aren't you afraid of being splashed by water?"

Zhang Wenwen sighed and said, "There is no rain or even sun in our place. I have only seen similar scenes in textbooks. Now I have to wait for the rain to stop anyway. Let me see what's wrong?"

Zhou Yan paused when he heard the words, he looked at Zhang Wenwen's attire, and said, "The center of the earth?"

Zhang Wenwen nodded reluctantly.

The face of the woman in white has been glued in half, with flesh-colored stamens in the middle, and blood-colored petals blooming around the stamens.

After half of the restoration, her skin slowly regained the radiance of a living person. The haggard fingers overlapping the abdomen gradually filled into a slender and fair shape, and even the purple-black color on the nails gradually faded and gradually became normal. pink flesh.

Such a miraculous effect of bringing the dead back to life made the other two gather in front of the woman in white, gasping in amazement.

"This, what's the situation?" Zhang Wenwen didn't care about being on guard against Zhou Yan. She looked closely at the slender hands of the woman in white and said, "Is your ability healing?"

Zhou Yan shook his head and denied, "No, I followed the system's instructions to restore the woman's facial features."

During the conversation, he had already gathered all the flesh flaps on the woman's face.

One can vaguely see her delicate melon-shaped face, but there are still circles of bloody lines like spider webs on her face, entrenched ugly on this soft face, like broken porcelain that has been reassembled.

Zhou Yan carefully stroked the uneven lines on her face. After thinking for a moment, he took out a brand new bottle of skin wax, and took out a small piece to apply to the crevices on her face.

After filling all the depressions on her face, Zhou Yan heard the system prompt——

[Player Zhou Yan triggers Lv.2 of the innate ability creation, you have the right to decide whether to use this skill. 】

"yes" or [no];

Zhou Yan raised his eyebrows, what kind of upgrade skill is this?

He clicked "yes".

[Player Zhou Yan uses the innate ability to create Lv. 2——YES. 】

The system simply played a sentence without any movement.

Is this over?

Zhou Yan was immediately discouraged, he never had any hope for this deceitful system.

Suddenly, a strange change occurred on the face of the woman in white.

Although the skin wax filled the grooves on her face, there were still some uneven marks left.

After a while, the skin wax was like a living thing, surging in the crevices of her face, slowly blending into her skin, filling her sunken flesh and blood, and gradually, the woman in white couldn't see any traces of it on her face. scars.

It's just a melon-seeded face without facial features.

Zhou Yan's eyes widened slightly, he never thought that his abilities could be used in such a way.

He took out the painting of landscapes and beauties and a paintbrush, and spread the scroll on the ground.The face on this scroll is drawn in a freehand way, and it is really impossible to see the real appearance of the woman in white.

He subconsciously bit the tip of the pen, thinking about how to draw a woman's facial features.

Pang Ziyu also came over to watch, and said: "I want to draw her face, isn't her son next to me? My son looks like my mother, and I am very similar to my mother."

Zhou Yan didn't expect this. He was adopted by his adoptive parents, and he had never seen his mother's face.

Qi Sixian and Hu Ling were still in a coma, Ji Fangwei didn't know what method he used, and there was no sign of waking up until now.Zhou Yan was even a little worried that if the woman in white saw her son being knocked out, she would lose her temper.

Zhou Yan looked at Ji Fangwei and said, "Is there anything wrong with them?"

Ji Fangwei: "I will wake up."

Zhang Wenwen also came to the side of the two npcs. She was still a little confused about how she turned into a paper figurine, so she squatted down and poked Qi Sixian's body, and murmured, "Is it so realistic?"

"and many more."

Zhou Yan noticed the two devices that were said to be able to find ghosts, and said, "I think this is also an important clue."

His words suddenly reminded Zhang Wenwen. She took out the Polaroid-like device and said, "You mean, it can capture our real appearance?"

Zhou Yan nodded and said, "Yes."

Zhang Wenwen swallowed her saliva, picked up the camera, and took a picture of everyone off guard.

click.

After the flash sounds, it goes off immediately.

呲呲呲.

Not long after, a black and white photo was printed out.

Zhang Wenwen took a deep breath and took out the photo.

Sure enough, as Zhou Yan said, the black-and-white photo shows an ordinary house, and the four real-looking paper figures are standing or sitting, exactly the same as they were at that time.

"I'll go..." Pang Ziyu also saw himself in the photo. He pointed to his arm and said, "There seems to be blood on the bandage, which means that our injuries are real."

Zhang Wenwen put the camera on the ground and said, "What about the video on the bus? At first I thought it was something that happened later, but I always felt something was wrong."

Zhou Yan was drawing the facial features of the woman in white according to Qi Sixian's appearance, what Zhang Wenwen said was indeed his doubt.

At least the personalities of Qi Sixian and Hu Ling are quite different from those in the short film...

"No," Zhou Yan stopped the paintbrush in his hand, and said, "It's not something that will happen in the future. Have you ever doubted that they are also paper figurines?"

What he said made Zhang Wenwen and Pang Ziyu run away in fright.

Zhou Yan smiled without showing any traces, it turned out that it is quite fun to be scary, and continued: "Although this is a so-called game copy, all NPCs have enough self-awareness, the short film may be something that happened before, and Qi Sixian He and Hu Ling are probably paper figures like us."

Zhang Wenwen asked curiously: "How do you know that the short film happened before?"

Zhou Yan began to paint the lips of the woman in white. He said: "According to the time when this story happened, technology was not so advanced. The information he gave should all be sent by telegram."

Both Zhang Wenwen and Pang Ziyu came from other planes, and they didn't dabble in the Blue Star Technology where Zhou Yan was, so they said in unison, "Telegram?"

Zhou Yan nodded, he had already outlined the lips of the woman in white, and said: "It's an old communication method. In the information Qi Sixian gave, it was sent in the form of a pyramid structure. If it is the party that receives the telegram, then It should be an inverted pyramid structure." "So the information he held in his hand was sent out here."

Zhang Wenwen looked at Qi Sixian with some trepidation, and said, "Then, did he lose his memory?"

Pang Ziyu denied, "It should be a simple npc, and he will carry out his tasks."

Ji Fangwei sat quietly on the sidelines and did not participate in their discussion. The rice grain-like blood hole in the corner of his eye was more like a tear mole, and the wound had stopped.

He lightly stroked the bell on his waist, and the bell made a clear groan, and he said, "The ghost messenger is coming."

Zhou Yan, who was drawing the eyeballs, shook his hands, and almost drew big eyes with colored contact lenses for the woman in white. He saw the ink stains that were obviously oozing from the eye sockets, and quickly licked a few strokes to use as eyelashes.

A thunderstorm exploded in the night sky outside the house, and the cold wet wind was accompanied by a drizzle of rain pouring into the door and window.

The seemingly weak raindrops were fatal to the paper figurine, and the few people in the room quickly hid in the inner position.

Jingle.Jingle.

The sound of iron chains sounded from a distance, accompanied by endless coldness, they could even smell the scorching stench.

"Then what should we do? Didn't the system say that the villagers would receive us?" Zhang Wenwen retreated to the inner hall. She wanted to close the door, but she was afraid of the rain.

"But, I didn't say that the ghost guards wouldn't come after us!" Pang Ziyu also tried to hide as far away as possible, and he didn't have any hope for the early reminder of the system.

Zhou Yan looked down at the other blank eye socket, and said, "She should have a way."

Black ink drops in the middle of the eyes.

The originally pitch-black ink suddenly burst into glass-like brilliance, as if it contained abundant vitality.

Starting from the eyes, a layer of gorgeous ripple-like light gradually spread out, the purple veins on her pale skin gradually turned into a healthy light color, and the bright red lips gradually softened, her entire face that was originally flat It seems that it has really become a lifelike beauty.

【Ding!Congratulations to the player Zhou Yan for collecting the key figure illustrations—Wen Wan]

【Name: Wen Wan】

[Identity: Wu Zhu of Huaishui Village]

[Introduction: Qi Sixian's mother, she is very grateful to you for restoring her appearance. 】

[Others: She once made a huge mistake and was punished by the villagers. 】

She sat up slowly, looking at Zhou Yan with almond-like eyes.

Zhou Yan looked at her slightly inconsistent eyes, feeling a little ashamed, if it wasn't for that Ji Fangwei scaring him, he wouldn't have painted her extra eyelashes like a remedy after a deadlock.

The woman in white stood up, stretched out her index finger towards the door, and pointed towards the air.

Everyone couldn't help turning their heads to look outside the house.

The two boys and girls standing at the door have been soaked by the rain, and the red, green and green paint on their bodies has been soaked by the rain, and the oily paint soaked into the stone slabs, winding down along the cobweb-like gaps, slowly Slowly flowing towards the two slender shadows.

The continuous raindrops slapped on their seemingly flimsy paper surface, making a crisp knocking sound.

The masking paint faded away, revealing red characters as thin as mosquitoes and flies, densely spread all over the body of the paper figurine, and countless evil spells were drawn on the snow-white paper, like red worms slowly wriggling on their bodies. move.

The woman in white uttered an obscure spell.

The same red talismans as those on the paper figurine gradually appeared on her body, which began to shine with a strange red light, and then moved around on her skin like brightly colored poisonous snakes.

The ghost messengers were slowly approaching the gate, their slender figures appeared on the bluestone road, their gray pupils gradually looked at the wandering souls inside the house who didn't know what to do or what to do.

The woman in white folded her hands, making a complex handprint.

Everyone in the house felt dizzy for a while, their brains seemed to be struck by a big clock, buzzing, Zhou Yan covered his head, looked outside the door, two ghosts stamped their feet at the door, and stood up For a moment, they looked at each other in great confusion, and white smoke spewed out from their mouths.

The people in the house did not dare to vent their anger, for fear of making some noise and disturbing the two ghost messengers.

After an unknown amount of time, drops of blood emerged from the pores of the woman in white. She was trembling all over, but she still supported herself in the posture of knotting.

The ghost messenger turned around slowly, and gradually walked away with the sound of chains.

The woman in white seemed to have exhausted all her strength, she slowly sat down on the wooden chair, and finally said the first sentence: "Thank you for saving me, my name is Wen Wan."

She hadn't spoken with her voice for a long time, and she seemed a little stiff and hoarse.

Zhou Yan looked at her face, and suddenly found that the position of her eyes had changed, and the left eye that was originally superfluous turned into a right eye.

At this moment, he knew that the spell cast by the woman was to change the position in the house, or to make a mirror image of the whole room.

The whole room was the same as the one he had entered during the day, with boys and girls made of paper figurines standing at the two ends of the door, one on the left and one on the right.

It's just that their paint was completely soaked by the rain, and mixed with the red mantra, so they couldn't see the appearance of day at all.

what is happening?

Zhang Wenwen also didn't care about the previous grievances, she tugged at the corner of Zhou Yan's clothes, and said, "You know her well, you can ask."

Zhou Yan would like to say that I am not familiar with her.

But he knew that this woman named Wen Wan must have hidden many secrets, so he said carefully, "Hello."

Wen Wan said: "It's okay, I know you have a lot of doubts."

She stood up, looked at the continuous heavy rain outside, and said, "Your doubts are all in that mountain."

Mountain?

Zhou Yan had also paid attention to that mountain before, but felt that there was no grass growing, which was a bit strange, and the ancestral hall seemed to be built at the foot of the mountain.

Wen Wan turned around and said, "That's a place for keeping corpses."

The author says:

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