Monster Beauty's Unlimited Game

Mountain Village Ghost Story 19

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ancestral hall

Zhou Yan looked at the two miserable paper dolls outside the house, and sighed in his heart, wondering what they looked like before they died?

Relying on his previous memory, he took out his toolbox and fiddled with it for a while, drawing a small paper figurine with hairpin flowers on his head, and made another small paper figurine with hanging temples in the same way.

Exactly the same as the boys and girls who greeted them at the door, he took out a paintbrush and dipped some red ink, and drew a spell on a piece of paper in the shape of a villain, which gradually filled into a three-dimensional paper figure.

After drawing a spell, Zhou Yan always felt that something had passed out of his body, maybe it was the so-called disaster in the system introduction.He unconsciously touched his heart, took a deep breath, and drew a second spell.

Two miniature boys and girls appeared at his feet, babbling and yelling around Zhou Yan, but their mouths were so small that they couldn't say any obvious words.

Zhou Yan touched the heads of the two little paper figurines, and there were two bright eyeballs on their blank eyes. Zhou Yan specially used white paint to highlight the highlights in their eyes.

"What is this?" I don't know how many times Zhang Wenwen asked such words. Her prejudice against Zhou Yan gradually dissipated. Looking at the little paper figurines bouncing around Zhou Yan, she also It doesn't feel as scary as before.

Zhou Yan: "A spell given to me by Wen Wan can make paper dolls that trap living souls."

Zhang Wenwen accidentally knocked down a paper figurine with a flick of a finger, and quickly straightened it up, saying, "I wonder why the other paper figurines don't have eyeballs."

Zhou Yan remembered the folklore materials he had seen before, and said, "Maybe eyes are very important?"

Ji Fangwei was also attracted by the two paper figurines. Although he was still standing in the distance, he kept looking at the two babbling paper figurines, and said, "The finishing touch, they must have done some kind of taboo."

"Little brother, I think you know a lot!" Pang Ziyu mustered up the courage to say the first sentence to him. He still has the memory of being thrown out by Ji Fangwei.

Ji Fangwei was obviously very unhappy with the word "little brother", his ears twitched slightly, and he stopped talking.

Zhou Yan took out a square piece of clay, which was actually printed with the dent of the ancient coin of "Destiny and Longevity". He took out the candle in the lantern and carefully dripped wax on it.

Pang Ziyu also looked closely at the objects Zhou Yan was messing with, and said, "So you took that coin before, and you kept it!"

Zhou Yan: "I'm also more interested in these."

The wax oil cooled quickly, and after a short while, a coin made of wax appeared in his hand, and he daubed it with green paint casually.

[It was detected that the player Zhou Yan triggered the Creation Talent Lv.02, would you like to activate the skill? 】

"yes" or [no];

Zhou Yan temporarily put this reminder aside, he stuffed the coins into the hands of the paper figurines, and commanded them: "Take it."

Holding the coins in one hand and the other, the two little paper figurines solemnly walked out the door with short legs.

Fortunately, the rain outside had stopped temporarily, and Zhou Yan didn't need to waste time making a plastic umbrella for them.

"Brother, don't you think..."

Pang Ziyu vaguely guessed Zhou Yan's thoughts. He was so impressed by this man's bold ideas that he even upgraded his title to "Big Brother".He even forgot the fact that he seemed to be younger than Zhou Yan.

He narrowed his eyes and said, "Is that okay?"

Seeing that the short legs of the two paper figurines could not reach the threshold, Zhou Yan was about to help them, when the bell on Ji Fangwei's waist rang, and the two paper figurines floated across the threshold like clouds and fog .

"Uh..." Who the hell is this person?

Ji Fangwei didn't even raise his eyelids as if he had never done this before.

"Then shall we take these two NPCs there too?" Pang Ziyu lightly poked Qi Sixian's clothes with his hand, the icy and cold touch was similar to when he had Yin Qi entering his body.

The few of them temporarily regained their real senses, and they all had strange feelings in their hearts when they looked at the two limp NPCs on the ground.

Both Qi Sixian's and Hu Ling's skin had layers of fine wrinkles, their chests did not rise and fall, and their eyes were closed tightly without breathing, like two delicately made puppets.

If they act like living people, the picture must be very touching.

"Who the hell made this paper doll?" Pang Ziyu withdrew his hand tremblingly, with many goose bumps on his skin.

The muffled thunder sounded one after another, as if urging them to go to the mysterious ancestral hall.

Zhou Yan had known for a long time that the bell on Ji Fangwei's waist was unusual. If he could faint the two paper figurines silently, he would definitely be able to wake them up as well.

Ji Fangwei fiddled with the bell lightly with his fingers.

Qi Sixian wrinkled his eyelids and moved slightly, as if he was about to wake up.

Both Pang Ziyu and Zhang Wenwen couldn't help taking a few steps back, only Zhou Yan was still checking in place, and his mortal occupational disease had relapsed.

The eyes under the black-rimmed glasses slowly opened, revealing dull eyeballs and pink eye sockets. He didn't seem to notice his abnormality, but wondered why he suddenly passed out.

He stood up slowly, his whole body was in a state of stiffness, he opened his chapped lips, and said a dry sentence: "Why am I here?"

Zhou Yan could clearly see that his pale mouth was filled with dense red runes, as if countless red and swollen ulcers were scattered throughout his body.

Qi Sixian was still immersed in the role of the group leader of Dongyuan Research Institute, he said with a gloomy face, "Student Zhou, I need your explanation."

Hu Ling also opened his eyes, looking at Zhou Yan with his dark and silent pupils, but his bright red lips curled up in a strange arc, and he stretched out his wrinkled hands to shake his messy curly hair, and said: " I hate it, how can I let people lie on the ground."

Her originally clear and graceful voice became hoarse and unpleasant, and her originally charming and moving demeanor made people feel creepy.

Pang Ziyu and Zhang Wenwen almost couldn't bear to look directly at them, and the two came up with an idea at the same time - Zhou Yan looked familiar to these two paper figurines.

Zhou Yan didn't change his face, he looked at Qi Sixian's completely different look, and said: "I don't know, we shot a good ghost, and you fainted."

What he said is also true.

Ji Fangwei lowered his head to cover his slightly curved mouth.

"I found a villager—" Zhou Yan paused slightly, he didn't know whether to tell him what happened in this house.

Before Zhou Yan could continue, Qi Sixian quickly turned his head to look at his video camera and camera, he was slightly relieved to see that they were intact, and said: "Then let's go, today is the day with the most thunder and lightning according to calculations, we We must hurry to the ancestral hall as soon as possible."

Before they could answer, both Qi Sixian and Hu Ling looked ready to go. They didn't care about what happened outside. Right now, the only way to go to that weird ancestral hall and take pictures of the so-called "dragon" is their lifelong long-cherished wish.

Zhou Yan sighed secretly, he looked at Wen Wan who was still standing there, she seemed to have a lot to say to him.However, the remaining secrets can only be known after taking them to the ancestral hall.

A group of people followed behind them and slowly walked out of the gate.

At this time, the air was filled with an unpleasant smell of rain and the smell of burning sulfur after the lightning strike, and the village that had just had a heavy rain was still silent.

But there is always the sound of iron chains lingering in every corner of the village, and the ghosts hiding in the dark corners coveting fresh lives also start another round of chasing and fleeing with the ghosts who hunt wandering souls everywhere.

However, as long as these little ghosts hide in the shadows, they can avoid the pursuit of ghosts.

Ever since Zhang Wenwen and Pang Ziyu knew that the village was full of evil spirits, they suddenly felt that they were not well, and checked the dark corners suspiciously.

Sure enough, they saw a pair of small blue-gray hands reaching out from the shadows, almost grabbing their ankles.

Previously in the form of paper dolls, these ghosts thought they were the same kind, but now they temporarily regained their human bodies. Those ghosts no longer concealed their malice, and they wanted to drag these living human bodies into the same ghosts as them.

"Can we walk to that ancestral hall safely?" Zhang Wenwen almost cried out. There were no such things as ghosts in her original world. Seeing them with my own eyes now has a huge impact on her.

"Zhang Wenwen, I thought you were very courageous?" Pang Ziyu was so nervous that blue smoke rose all over his body. His ability was related to fire. In such a weird situation, he couldn't control his ability, and said, " Where's your demon gun?"

Hearing what Pang Ziyu said, Zhang Wenwen suddenly remembered her demon-killing gun. She touched her waist and found the demon-killing gun back to its original shape. on the body."

Pang Ziyu barely jumped over a shadow that was scratching his calf, and said, "Why do I feel that I am so liked by little ghosts?"

"Pang Ziyu, your ability is related to fire?" Zhou Yan asked.

Pang Ziyu didn't intend to hide it, and said, "Yes, my ability is to control fire, but it's not very useful."

His ability is very common in the last days, but it has no significant effect on zombies.

Zhou Yan recalled that the cause of Sun Yali's death was probably being burned to death. He paused, but still didn't intend to tell Pang Ziyu, so he could only say, "Very useful skill."

Pang Ziyu looked around in embarrassment and said, "It's useless, it's useless."

Zhou Yan called up the system to inquire about the panel for releasing skills.

[It was detected that the player Zhou Yan triggered the Creation Talent Lv.02, would you like to activate the skill? 】

"yes" or [no];

At this moment, he clicked "yes".

The little paper figurines following Zhou Yan on their short legs looked at each other, and they noticed that the coins in their hands suddenly exuded an extremely cold aura, which was the yin aura that ghosts like most, and it is also the ghost messenger's favorite. Perceived Yin Qi.

They are still holding coins, and follow behind their master step by step.

And the sound of chains was getting closer and closer to everyone, as if it was about to come to them in a moment.

"Zhou Yan, what's going on?" Pang Ziyu asked.

Zhou Yan opened the umbrella left by Wen Wan, and said to Pang Ziyu: "There is a story called Night Walking Ghost. There was a man walking alone on the road with an umbrella on a rainy day. Suddenly someone got under his umbrella and planned to follow him. He took shelter from the rain together, and the person holding the umbrella did not refuse. After the two walked for a while without incident, the person disappeared. The next day he knew that a person had just been hit and killed on that road, and died. The person who lost was the person who held the umbrella with him yesterday, and ghosts cannot walk on the road openly, but can only go home with the umbrella of a passerby."

"I just saw Wen Wan coming to us with an umbrella, so when I think of this story, this umbrella should be able to protect Qi Sixian and Hu Ling."

Zhang Wenwen had never seen an umbrella before. She looked at it curiously and said, "If it rains, I will definitely not use an umbrella."

Zhou Yan opened the umbrella, came to Qi Sixian and Hu Ling and said, "It seems to be raining."

Hu Ling curled his dry hair, looked up behind the umbrella that was covering the eyes of all the ghosts, and said: "You are quite a good team member."

jingle.jingle.

The Yin Qi of ghost messengers chasing coins followed behind everyone.

Pang Ziyu and Zhang Wenwen, who had experienced the previous scenes, even felt that the ghost was by their side, full of a sense of security, and stopped panicking, and walked forward without squinting.

And those little ghosts who were about to sneak into the umbrella, when they heard the news of the ghost messenger, they immediately dispersed like a flock of birds and disappeared for a while.

The ubiquitous gaze disappeared without a trace, and even the moonlight passed through the dark clouds, emitting a ray of light.

Zhou Yan gradually felt that the weight in his hand became lighter, and the umbrella left his hand, floating in the air above the heads of the two, covering the two paper figurines from the spirit of life.

The nerves that had been tense tonight finally relaxed a lot. Everyone experienced the transformation from a paper doll to a living person, and walked under the moonlight, and they all felt as if they were in the world.

Zhou Yan has been thinking about the upgraded mission goals, one is to investigate the truth about the dragon, and the other is to solve the troubles of the villagers.

About the dragon, we can only explore it after going to the ancestral hall.The other one was to solve the troubles of the villagers, which made him a little confused. He gently reminded them that besides the current Yin Village, there is also Yang Village.So to solve the troubles of the villagers, do you mean the villagers of Yang Village?

What trouble are they having?

Zhou Yan was not the only one who had doubts, Zhang Wenwen stretched his waist, and said with emotion: "Hey, I feel that this task is very complicated, and I am completely at a loss."

"That's right, I don't even understand what's going on in Yincun and Yangcun, so I can only follow the npc." Pang Ziyu replied.

Zhou Yan took out the picture of yin and yang fish that Wen Wan left for him, and said, "There should be hints in this picture."

He pointed to the dark white eyeballs in the black fish, and said: "This white dot should be Wen Wan's home, and the curve in the middle divides yin and yang, the white fish is yang, and the black fish is yin."

"If the fish is yin and the white dot is the gentle home, then we are about to go to the ancestral hall, which is located in the middle of yin and yang."

Ji Fangwei was also attracted by the painting, and said: "The place where the black fish is is a place for raising corpses. A place where Yin energy gathers."

Zhou Yan used his fingers to trace the graceful curves that separate yin and yang on the painting, and then looked up at those treacherous peaks. The more he looked, the more he felt that the lines were gradually overlapping.

He said: "This may be the map of the Yin and Yang villages. The Yang village is behind the mountains. One of our missions, the trouble of helping the villagers, may be related to them."

"However, ordinary people need to climb mountains to and from Yinyang Village, which may be very inconvenient. This ancestral hall may be an important place for us to pass through."

They walked to the deserted forest outside the village. After walking through the gloomy forest path, a black building stood in an open space.

This is a slightly dilapidated ancestral hall. Over the long years, its wooden roof has been exposed to wind and rain, and there are little dark green molds in the dark wooden cracks.The whole building faces east and west, and the three tall wooden doors are closed tightly. Only a dim scene can be glimpsed through the hollowed-out carved ice window, and the light covered by the overcast clouds cannot enter the slightest bit.

Ancestral halls, in traditional customs, are generally used to worship ancestors and sages, or are occasions where clan heads punish clan members.In addition, some clan celebrations will be held in the ancestral hall.

For example, senior citizens in the clan celebrate their birthdays, or members of the clan who have high school champions will also hold activities in the ancestral hall.

Looking at this ancestral hall filled with ominous atmosphere from a distance, Zhou Yan felt that his whole body was getting colder and colder, and that chilly air was continuously leaking out from the dark window.

The pupils of both eyes could not help constricting, and in a trance, he seemed to be able to see strands of Yin Qi gushing from the gaps in the ancestral hall, lingering around everyone, trying to drag all the living souls to this evil, vicious, and irreversible place. In the ancestral hall of the village, just like the ubiquitous paper dolls in the village, they will be enslaved by the ancestors of this ancestral hall forever and ever to the endless end.

And the originally closed wooden door secretly opened a black gap.

On the floor tiles paved with slate, a gray wet mark slid into the dark ancestral hall like a snake.

Someone just came to this ancestral hall.

The author says:

I cried and coded with my mobile phone, but my hand slipped and I didn't save it.

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