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After checking the situation of the three people pulled out from the black mist, Cao Qian shook her head and said, "They're all dead."

Miss Qian didn't dare to touch the corpse, she hid behind Cao Qian. Her body was about eleven or twelve years old, and she was a head taller than Cao Heihei, but she insisted on hiding behind the thin Cao Heihei.

"But she's been looking at Big Boss Xiao Mao." Qian Daniu was referring to Aunt Yang.

Xing Ye said: "This is the mother of my body, who was hacked to death by Yang Dazhuang just today."

"These corpses are not decomposed, and they will not move once they enter the house, and they will lose their aggressiveness." Cao Qian analyzed, "What affected their bodies?"

Xing Ye said: "Black mist, I guess this kind of thing exists during the day. However, due to some rules, this kind of black mist and things controlled during the day cannot enter the room, so after forcing them in, these corpses will be at peace. .

"In this village, there is a force controlling the living and the dead. I don't know the purpose of controlling the living, but the purpose of controlling the corpses is to kill the paper dolls."

Xing Ye touched his neck, Yang Xiaomao's physical strength was too weak, if Cao Qian hadn't rushed over to help Xing Ye in time, the injury would have been more than just a skin trauma.

"What is the control over the living? By what control?" Qian Da Niu asked.

Xing Ye shook his head: "I don't know, there are no clues."

Da Niu Qian's gaze was still on Aunt Yang's body, and she said: "Aunt Yang is so miserable, her husband is such a scumbag, and several children are dead, but she can only choose to take Xiao Mao to die, and after death, she will be tortured." Human control... She is like a dog blood heroine, she should be reborn for revenge. Um... From your previous description, the village head is a paper man, and he is very happy to see Yang Dazhuang and Aunt Yang killing each other. So the paper dolls actually want to kill the living. But the black mist at night will control the corpses to kill the paper dolls. Day and night seem to be opposites. Will these people have spirits after death, knowing that they are being killed? The paper man killed him, so he turned into a devil to avenge himself, the black mist is not about control but protection."

Xing Ye thought for a while, and felt that what Qian Daniu said was unexpectedly reasonable, so he couldn't help but look at her.When this person guessed the plot, he couldn't think of anything, but now he is very organized.

Seeing that the boss was looking at her, Miss Qian quickly waved her hand and said, "I guessed nonsense. As a person, I can't guess things that are too logical, but I can come up with a story that is a bit bloody." A lot. In fact, I think that, you see, Aunt Yang can listen to the call of the little hairy boss and come out of the black mist, which means she is conscious. Now she is looking at you with her eyes open again. Do you think it is possible? Aunt Yang has a motherly heart , remember you? Can I give you a dream?

"Look, the dead mother, with the help of a strange power at night, told the truth about her own death to her only young son. The child was lucky to survive the mountain god sacrifice. Ten years later, Yang Xiaomao, who changed his name and surname, returned to the village. , began to avenge himself and his mother, and he wanted to return all the crimes he had suffered to the villagers. Enduring the humiliation, he married the daughter of the village chief, who was a paper figurine and Yang Xiaomao's great enemy. He fell in love with his daughter, but he hated the paper figurines. At night, with the help of Hei Wu, he burned the paper figurines in the village to death, but he was reluctant to kill his wife. The surviving wife found out Yang Xiaomao's purpose and she was in pain. But she didn't want her to be pregnant, and she gave birth to a child of a human and a paper figure in pain. This is a new race. The wife who came to the big city concealed the identity of herself and the child. Eighteen years later, this girl fell in love with I met a boy who was one year younger than me, but I didn't expect them to be half-brothers..."

"Stop!" Seeing that Miss Qian had already started writing a series of articles, Xing Ye quickly stopped her, "The idea is very good, but we don't need to think about what happened 28 years later."

Da Niu Qian stuck out her tongue, blushed and said, "I just like to read goofy novels, and I also like to think wildly. The life experiences of Aunt Yang and Yang Xiaomao are too miserable, and they meet the conditions for goofy novels."

Xing Ye recalled what Qian Daniu had said, nodded and said, "You make a lot of sense."

Cao Qian: "???"

There's no reason for it, it's obviously the bloody novels she doesn't like to read the least, she personally prefers to read the novels with the heroine cool, and the heroine is a wave of novels.

Xing Ye said: "Although a lot of the content is random, there are two important points. First, the children of paper dolls and living people, I think this may happen. Judging from the title, Qian Da Niu's parents have It may be a paper doll, but she will also bleed after being bitten, is it possible that Miss Qian is the child of a human and a paper doll?"

Speaking of this, Miss Qian touched the place where she was bitten and said: "They are all corpses. Will I become a zombie or something after being bitten? After all, I bleed. And because I am a paper man A hybrid with a human, although the body has become a zombie, but the consciousness still exists, I use the greatest perseverance to suppress this urge to hurt people..."

"Stop!" Cao Qian said with a headache, she didn't want to hear the bloody stories about zombies and humans falling in love and killing each other.

Miss Qian's brain is probably full of blood!

"Probably not," Xing Ye shook his head and said, "The blood color of our wounds is normal, and we have been bitten for such a long time, and our thoughts are also normal. It should be fine. Even if something happens, it doesn't matter, there must be a way to recover."

Xing Ye continued the topic just now: "Second, what you said reminded me that Aunt Yang used the magical power in the dark to entrust Yang Xiaomao with a dream and tell him the truth about being murdered. It should be possible to operate."

"Ah? I'm just talking, she's dead, how can I tell you?" Qian Da Niu asked.

Xing Ye pointed to the outside: "Isn't the black mist the magical power in the night? I have torn off the paper double and carried Aunt Yang's body into the black mist. The monsters in the black mist will not harm the living. I should be It's safe. The black mist will give the dead body the power to move, and she can come back to this room because of my calling, which means that Aunt Yang in the black mist has the ability to think. Is it possible that I am in the black mist, Can I see Aunt Yang who is sober, and ask her about the black mist?"

Cao Qian nodded after thinking deeply: "It's possible, but I want to go in with you, your body is too weak, it will be very unsafe."

Xing Ye shook his head and said: "It's okay, I have the strongest patron saint, you and Miss Qian can help each other in the house, two people are better than one. This time, it is thanks to Miss Qian that I can think of this Way, thank you."

The last thank you was to Miss Qian. While speaking, Xing Ye touched his chest, where the small mirror was. Although the mirror did not speak, he was always protecting himself.

Miss Qian was dumbfounded to see Cao Qian find hemp rope in the house and tie Xing Ye and Aunt Yang's body together. This was mainly because she was worried that Xing Ye's physical strength was too weak and Aunt Yang would throw him away.

Xing Ye found a pair of small scissors in the house and took it with him. In case of danger, he would cut the rope and escape from the black mist.

Cao Qian picked up Xing Ye and Aunt Yang and threw them out.

Aunt Qian was so shocked by the natural coquettish operation of the two of them that she couldn't speak until Xing Ye was thrown into the black mist, and she regained her ability to speak, pointing to the place where Xing Ye and Aunt Yang disappeared and said: "You used to Is the operation to complete the task so... different?"

What kind of brain circuit can come up with a solution!She really just made up stories according to the routine of traditional goofy novels!

Cao Qian glanced at her and said, "Didn't you remind me?"

Miss Qian: "..."

Does this have anything to do with the story I'm telling?

Cao Qian said: "The same thing, the same sentence, different people think in different directions. Some people, even with a bad hand, can make the opponent find a way to deliberately lose to themselves; some people, even if they hold four 2 Two kings can only produce four bands and two bands, this is the perception between people. Only those who can do what they can't do are strong."

Miss Qian blinked her eyes and said, "You guys are different from the players I met before. I thought you would find another team of players, kill them, and win."

Cao Qian shook her head: "Our opponent will never be players, but this system that forces players to kill each other."

Miss Qian didn't speak, she thought quietly for a while, and said, "Suddenly I feel that all my previous games have been for nothing."

Cao Qian patted her head lovingly, always feeling that she saw her former self in her.

On the other side, Xing Ye and Aunt Yang were bound and thrown into the black mist by Cao Qian. He felt that force repelling him, but as soon as he entered the black mist, Aunt Yang could move.

Xing Ye said cleverly, "Mom, I'm Xiao Mao."

Aunt Yang, half of her body in the black mist, hugged her son reflexively. With the help of her strength, Xing Ye successfully entered into the black mist.

Xing Ye couldn't see in the black mist, and Yang Xiaomao's house didn't have a flashlight. Even if he had one, the light might not be able to use it in the black mist, so Xing Ye could only hug Aunt Yang.

Aunt Yang's surprised voice came: "Xiao Mao, you are also here to accompany your mother!"

"Why do you accompany him? He smells of blood, he is a living person, and a living person cannot enter the black mist. Why does he have the smell of being bitten by a living corpse? Who bites a living person without eyes? What we want to kill is paper People, do paper figurines understand!"

Xing Ye felt someone smelling on his shoulder, and then he started to shout.

"Xiao Mao isn't dead yet?" Aunt Yang was stunned and said, "I'm going to kill Xiao Mao, so that you can spend a good life with your mother. This place is great, everyone treats your mother very well, and you won't be hungry at all. , and can also tear paper figurines to play!"

Xing Ye: "..."

Aunt Yang couldn't bear the idea of ​​killing Xiao Mao.

But this black mist is different from what he imagined. There are only a group of living corpses here, but it is more humane than the village.

Xing Ye thought for a while and said, "I couldn't help hugging you when I saw Mom. Mom, is Dad here? I saw him being lynched by the village chief during the day and left at the entrance of the village. He was half dead. of."

Xing Ye didn't see this scene, but the village head mentioned that it should develop according to this.

"Humph!" said Xing Ye's voice just now in the dark, "Yang Dazhuang didn't come, he must be unable to bear it, and begged the village chief to make him a paper man. I don't know how the mountain god did it, but the village chief made him into a paper man." For a living person to become a paper doll, the living person must be willing to do so!"

The author has something to say:

Lu Mingze, who sees everything in his eyes: Who gave you the illusion that Xing Ye is less manipulative? It's not Miss Qian's fault at all, okay?He has a lot of black history. Before he entered the game, he dared to hire a gangster to beat me up. After entering the game, he wore a women's tennis skirt with long legs, and seduced innocent players to give him a QR code. In order to confirm the other two obedient players I deliberately pretended to be a mistress... Let me tell you, Xing Ye's coquettish operation can't be finished for three days and three nights, and in order to let me get in touch with my mother pretending to tie shoelaces, he put the phone case in front of the assistant... ...Mmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm

Xing Ye (smiling): Please forget the above words.