Don't Pick Up Boyfriends From the Trash Bin

The so-called "hide and seek" requires all taskers to enter the fog at 07:30 to avoid monsters of various shapes without leaving the block called "Zhengxin Street".

A total of 11 people participated in the "hide and seek" game, including Song Chunyang who broke in halfway.

A man sneered at the girl's enthusiasm, and said coldly: "Xiao Guan, why are you telling him so much?"

After a brief self-introduction, Song Chunyang learned that the real name of "Xiaoguan" is Guan Qiaoqiao.

She probably felt guilty for not being able to help Song Chunyang escape, and said: "Since we met, it is fate."

Song Chunyang sniffed touched and aggrieved: "I'm sorry, I have a boyfriend."

Guan Qiaoqiao: "..." Oh, that's really unfortunate.

At this moment, Song Chunyang's mind was full of gruel, and he was confused about Guan Qiaoqiao's explanation. When everyone stood up and stepped into the dense fog-shrouded neighborhood, Song Chunyang also followed the big flow and walked out with the large army.

His every move is very much like the kind of horror movie that wants to put the cannon fodder of "shoot me" on his forehead, no wonder no one thinks highly of him.

The streets that have entered the parallel time and space have lost their usual prosperity, and the white mist is extremely thick. After taking a light breath, there is a slight discomfort in the lungs.

The street that was still brightly lit just now has fallen into dead silence, the only living people standing at the door of the milk tea shop, breathing cold white air, looking around hastily.

There are still a few street lamps left, but they can't play a reassuring role at this time.The dim light cast was diluted several times by the fog, making it look like a one-eyed peeping hidden in the crack of the wall.

After the last person stepped out of the milk tea shop, the lights in the shop automatically turned off.

In the silence, there was a countdown sound from deep in the thick fog.

"One—has it been hidden? Two—has it been hidden? Three..."

Voices come from all directions, from different vocal cords, different genders, delicate, thick, crisp, hoarse, sad, happy... All the voices reverberate in one place in the thick fog, as if they are everywhere.

Some people even felt that one of the voices came from their feet.

He jumped away hastily.

According to Guan Qiaoqiao, after counting down one hundred times, the ghost will have the entity and rights to move freely.

Similarly, according to Guan Qiaoqiao, in the early stage of the mission, ghosts will have certain restrictions, and there are traces of activity patterns. The closer the time limit is, the more liberated the freedom of ghosts will be.

And they want to play hide-and-seek with ghosts for an hour in this street.

No one is willing to take this newcomer with a bad face, and they leave together. In the end, only Guan Qiaoqiao stays by Song Chunyang's side.

Seeing that he was still wiping his eyes, Guan Qiaoqiao was quite helpless: "Let's go. If crying is useful, we..."

Song Chunyang wiped off the mist from his eyelashes, and also took off his colored contact lenses.

In the dark night, Song Chunyang's tears-washed eyes were extraordinarily clear, like fine gemstones, and the unusual color could still be discerned under the dim light of street lamps.

Guan Qiaoqiao was surprised: "Your eyes..."

Song Chunyang said with a nasal voice, "Don't say that a man wears colored contact lenses is a motherfucker."

Guan Qiaoqiao: "...Okay, I won't say anything."

Song Chunyang stood where he was, looking around.

The 3D stereo report with the magic sound has successfully interfered with everyone's hearing, but Song Chunyang did not hesitate, chose a direction, took Guan Qiaoqiao's hand and ran straight over.

Song Chunyang said: "The number here is less."

Guan Qiaoqiao: "How do you know..."

Song Chunyang turned his head and looked at Guan Qiaoqiao.

No need to explain, his unusually colored eyes are already very convincing.

He could see where those things were.This undoubtedly gave them a great help.

Song Chunyang found a shop that was clean inside and out, ensured access to the front and back doors, and took Guan Qiaoqiao to hide behind the counter.

The moment the counting was over, a man's scream came from a jade shop not far from the two.

... Listening to the voice, it happened to be the man who told Guan Qiaoqiao not to meddle in the milk tea shop just now.

I was afraid that this person was unlucky, and thought he had found a place to ward off evil spirits, but when he turned his face away, there was a teller squatting beside him.

Song Chunyang poked his head out from the cabinet, and saw a girl whose limbs and head were twisted 180 degrees each, giggling coquettishly, standing upside down on all fours like an arch bridge, chasing after the screaming man.

Song Chunyang: "..." He was blind.

Not long after, horrible biting and devouring sounds came from not far away. The man screamed and screamed, and his nails scratched the ground frantically, which could be clearly heard in the quiet street.

He retreated to the counter, grabbed Guan Qiaoqiao's hand, who was also pale, and shook it comfortingly.

...No matter what, he must go back.

Yuan Benshan is still waiting for him to watch the movie.

Others couldn't see it, but Song Chunyang could tell from the distribution of the ghosts he saw in this area that they were probably distributed according to an ancient evil hexagram.

Following his grandmother, Song Chunyang learned a lot of miscellaneous ancient teachings and Taoism, and he knew that there is a kind of cultivation formation, which needs to be painted with the bones of disabled people.

The two hid here, really scared and bored, Guan Qiaoqiao had nothing to say, took Song Chunyang's hand, and wrote in his palm: "What did you see just now?"

Song Chunyang nodded, and wrote: "Ping girl."

If Song Chunyang read correctly just now, the girl who was chasing the man, judging from her appearance, should be the "Bottle Girl" recorded in an ancient strange book he had read.

In ancient times, traffickers stole or bought little girls, and then sold them to jugglers. They would prepare a vase about half a person's height for the sake of stunts, and stuff them with good-looking and slender ones. He opened his face and fed him a fine diet every day, and made a small opening under the vase to facilitate cleaning and defecation.

Some girls adapt well, and they can live happily before the flowers wither and wither, and the guests lose interest in watching and rewarding them, but some girls have grown bones and cannot accommodate the vase, so they can only reluctantly break their limbs and grow deformed .

But sometimes that doesn't help either.

Once the bottle is squeezed and cracked by the deformed bones, those girls who have been raised with hands and feet are worthless and become burdens. They can only be thrown into the wilderness to feed the dogs.

But there are some people who believe in evil laws and evil ways, and search for such deformed women at high prices, with the purpose of extracting their bones and helping them become immortals.

Guan Qiaoqiao also knew some ancient anecdotes, swallowed her saliva, and asked Song Chunyang stroke by stroke: "Can you really ascend to immortality?"

Song Chunyang replied: "Eggs are useless."

Fairyland is not responsible for recycling garbage.This is probably the worst time that Immortal World has been hacked.

These miserable girls are just tools for some dignitaries to fulfill their dreams.

If Song Chunyang's deduction is correct, Zhengxin Street should be the place where this magic formation was drawn.

The formation is drawn one by one with ashes according to the positions of the Eight Diagrams, and the so-called Eight Diagrams symbols, to put it bluntly, are composed of pieces of long and short lines.

These long and short paths are drawn by the ashes of these deeply resentful souls. It can be seen that their activities can only be limited within these straight lines, and the so-called "hide and seek" is also very simple, just go around these areas. .

Song Chunyang leaned his head on the counter, trying to force himself to calm down.

According to Guan Qiaoqiao, as time goes by, the restrictions imposed by the main system on ghosts will gradually be loosened.

What exactly does this "restriction" refer to?It is nothing more than the ability and range of activities of ghosts.

The circle around Song Chunyang is pure, and he has never been in contact with evil spirits. The most evil ghosts he has encountered in his life can make people have a fever at most, and then he squats on the bedside of others and grinds his teeth angrily.

Guan Qiaoqiao also said that the "main system" will not set up a death situation, so at least it means that the ghosts here can't listen to breath to distinguish positions, and they don't have abnormal skills such as clairvoyance and clairvoyance, otherwise they probably would have already Collective hiccups caught a cold.

The death of the man in the jade shop reflects one thing from the side: within the area demarcated by a line of ashes, ghosts are very powerful.

At least judging by the posture of that bottle girl driving people to run every day, the speed is similar to that of a female leopard.

Under such circumstances, if they relax the ability of ghosts, they might as well commit suicide now, maybe even more simply.

Song Chunyang continued to scratch his head.

In this way, it should be that the range of activities of ghosts will change.It stands to reason that the shape of the formation will not change, so if the main system wants to increase the difficulty, the hexagram formation is very likely to change from static to moving.

As for whether it is clockwise, counterclockwise, or translation, more observation is needed.

...The reason why they didn't kill them all at once was that the so-called "main system" wanted to absorb more fear energy.

And what is the so-called "fear energy"?

Song Chunyang was thinking wildly when he suddenly heard the glass door behind him being pushed open by something.

Guan Qiaoqiao suddenly tightened his hand.

When the two held their breath, they both heard the rolling sound of some kind of round hard object.

The object rolled to Song Chunyang's feet, turned around, and it turned out to be the head of a little girl.

She smiled sweetly: "I caught you."

Guan Qiaoqiao almost screamed, but Song Chunyang immediately covered her mouth.

However, the seemingly calm Song Chunyang has been in a coma for several seconds, and his mind is full of barrages of "grass mud horse, bowling ball" and "throwing equipment is too much".

After waiting for a long time, the head found nothing, so it had to roll away resentfully.

Song Chunyang shook his hands, and wrote in the palm of Guan Qiaoqiao who was also trembling: "It's just a dead man's head."

The eyes of this head were dull, and there was only a faint trace of ghost in it, just enough for her to say a word.

Probably the bottle girl who had eaten their teammate's body found that something was wrong here, took off her head and threw it around, trying to test it out.

If they had been tricked and rushed out of the store screaming and panicking, they would probably be able to meet the waiting bottle girl on the street.

Sure enough, the next second, the head that rolled to the metal cabinet smiled again and said, "I got you."

Song Chunyang: "..." It really depends on strength.

I also asked a few places where people could hide in the store, but seeing no results, I rolled my head out again.