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When they went up, the third and fourth classes of junior high school were still in math class, and Le Xian was distracted. Seeing these people suddenly appear in the corridor, Le Xian stood up in fright, driving the tables, chairs and benches together to make ear-piercing rubbing sounds .

The teacher on the podium activated the chalk-throwing skill, and a piece of chalk accurately bounced on Le Xian's forehead.

The students around were giggling, and the girls were a little restless when they saw the people outside, especially after seeing the faces of Xie Baiyuan and Fang Li.

This kind of restlessness manifested itself as patting the thigh of the deskmate, unstoppable smile on the face, and chatting in a low voice.

The math teacher slapped the blackboard: "Quiet!"

Those individuals stopped talking immediately, but their eyes couldn't help but fly outside.

Le Xian was scolded and was not allowed to sit down until the end of get out of class.

As soon as the teacher left, he stared at the few people outside the window with angry eyes.

Fang Li spread his hands, indicating that he was innocent.

Xie Baiyuan shook the math book with Le Xian's name on it, laughing badly.

"Give it to me." Le Xian reached out to take the book, his tone very rude.

Xie Baiyuan smiled and held up the textbook. He was tall, and Le Xian wanted to step on a chair to reach it. "I picked it up on the grass."

Le Xian looked at him angrily.

Xie Baiyuan still had that unreasonable look: "You answer me a few questions, and I'll give it to you."

As soon as he delivered the letter, he almost didn't anger this little brother.

Le Xian: "What's the problem?"

Xie Baiyuan: "Your school also has classes on weekends?"

Le Xian: "Come on, otherwise why stay in school."

Xie Baiyuan: "Aren't you going home?"

Le Xian's expression changed when he heard this question. He got up from his seat and led everyone to the stairs at the end of the corridor.

Le Xian was only fifteen or sixteen years old, so naturally he couldn't hold a few things in his heart. Xie Baiyuan just asked a few words inductively, and he explained everything in detail: "I want to go home too. , but every October, we have to live in the school, it’s not safe outside.”

Fang Li asked, "What do you mean by being unsafe?"

Le Xian shook his head blankly: "This is what the principal said, and we don't know. I only heard it occasionally. It is said that every October, there will be something to arrest people. Adults are also arrested, and children are also arrested. They are arrested. Go and never come back.”

Because the school is closed, these junior high school students don't even have access to the Internet, the news is very closed, and the information they have is limited.

Fang Li wrote down these silently, and then heard Xie Baiyuan continue to ask: "What is the statue you worshiped before?"

Le Xian looked cautious, first he paid respects to a nearby Buddhist altar, and then replied: "Don't talk nonsense, this is our patron saint."

Fang Li followed Xie Baiyuan's rhythm and asked, "May I ask which patron saint it is?"

Le Xian's tone was a little proud: "Master Tianshen."

This answer is expected.

After all, the song on the note was sung by God.

"What else do you want to ask? If you don't ask me, I'll go back. I have to go to class later."

Hearing what he said, Xie Baiyuan joked casually: "I can't tell you love learning."

Le Xian bared his teeth and said: "Of course, my whole family is counting on me to pass the test in the city's Chong Gao, and we won't have to live here anymore."

In his tone, there was a longing for leaving this small town.

Xie Baiyuan narrowed his eyes, and suddenly asked: "Since Master Tianshen is your patron saint, why doesn't he guard against monsters catching people every October? The patron saint also has a holiday?"

Le Xian looked at him with a different look, because he said something disrespectful to Master Tianshen.

A few bells rang from the top of the bell tower, and the sound came slowly, slightly dull.

Le Xian snatched the book from Xie Baiyuan without saying a word, and ran into the classroom. Gu Feng wanted to chase after him, but Xie Baiyuan stopped him.

"I can't ask anything from him," Xie Baiyuan said, "We should go."

Only then did Gu Feng and the others realize that they had sneaked over from the tour guide and that it was not appropriate to stay here for too long, so they hurriedly left the school.

Fortunately, the bell tower was very close. When a few people rushed over, the tour guide was still talking about those historical literati.

They sneaked in and followed the line as if nothing had happened.

As a result, Tang Chong raised his hand high, pretending to be a good student giving a report under the eyes of everyone: "Guide, I saw these people just ran out!"

Fang Li: "..."

The tour guide looked over, obviously smiling, but it made people feel a little creepy.

Fang Li suddenly understood what it was like to look at the prisoner in the eyes that Brother Mediterranean said when he went out in the morning.

Fortunately, he reacted quickly, and said very calmly: "I don't feel well in my stomach, so I went out to use the toilet."

Tang Chong persisted: "Do I need someone else to go to the toilet?"

Fang Li didn't look at him at all: "I listened to the tour guide and worried that I would get lost if I went out alone, so I asked my friends to accompany me."

There's nothing wrong with that.

Because of this, the tour guide's eyes only stayed on his face for a while, and did not pursue the matter of them leaving the team without permission.

After skillfully passing this level, Fang Li raised an eyebrow at Xie Baiyuan.

He has beautiful eyes, and glasses don't give him a dull, rigid effect.The tails of the eyes are flying up when making these embarrassing little expressions, like a well-behaved and lovable cat.

Xie Baiyuan's palms were a little itchy, he was never one to restrain himself, so he obeyed his master's wishes, stretched out his hand to Fang Li's chin and scratched it gently twice.

That area was already considered a sensitive zone for the other party, so his expression became subtle at the moment.

But before he could say anything, Xie Baiyuan put his hand back into his pocket, and said in a calm voice, "Let's go, let's go to see the clock."

He would look calmer if he could ignore his tightly clenched hands in his pockets.

Unlike him, Fang Li didn't know anything about the past - even though he couldn't wait to take people out of the car, he didn't want to be too eager to scare Fang Li.

There is nothing to visit in this clock tower. After all, they are in a dungeon. They really can't play the role of tourists, and they don't care to appreciate the words engraved on the wall.

After visiting the bell tower and taking a few symbolic photos, everyone went back home.

In fact, this trip only took half a day in total, but the tour guide said that they would only arrange to visit one landscape in one day.

"Afternoon is the time for free activities for everyone. You can stroll around the hotel, don't run too far."

After the tour guide finished these words, he went back to the room.

Gu Feng took Xinxin by the hand, thinking about the meal: "Let's settle the lunch first."

The hotel only provides two meals in the morning and evening, and lunch needs to be settled by themselves.

Xie Baiyuan said: "There is a restaurant on the street that turns right."

Fang Li: "Which of you brought money?"

Several people looked at each other in blank dismay, and after ten seconds they came to a common understanding - no money to eat.

In fact, there are not many opportunities to use money in the dungeon, and the time when RMB can be used is even rarer, so few people will prepare money.

Fang Li asked Yu Jiaxi unwillingly: "You have more experience than us, how do you solve this situation?"

Yu Jiaxi: "Hungry?"

Fang Li: "..."

Xie Baiyuan was thoughtful on the side, then suddenly embraced Fang Li and walked forward.

Fang Li: "Where are you going?"

Xie Baiyuan: "Go eat."

Fang Li couldn't help reminding him that the few of them might not be able to scrape together even ten yuan, so it's not impossible to go back and eat some bread under such circumstances.

Xie Baiyuan returned him with a wait-and-see expression.

I don't know where this person has the confidence to let the restaurant owner invite them to eat Bawang meal.

This is when the restaurant is busiest.

The boss is a girl in a red cheongsam, very young, with handsome features, her jet-black hair tied behind her head with a red chopstick, looking festive and graceful.

Xie Baiyuan led the people in, and the boss greeted him almost with glowing eyes.

"How many people are there? What do you want to eat?"

When she was talking, her eyes flicked back and forth between Fang Li and Xie Baiyuan's faces, and her tone of voice was not suitable for her age.

There are some thin and long things hanging in front of the restaurant. When you get closer, you can see that they are all dried snake skin.

From the moment he entered the door, Fang Li noticed that there was a statue of the god master in the corner, and there was an acquaintance sitting beside him, which was Tang Chong.He ordered four dishes for a meal alone, and he seemed to have a lot of money on him.

They were led to a seat by the window and quickly enjoyed a sumptuous meal under Xie Baiyuan's punctuality. Xie Baiyuan only showed that he had no money when he checked out.

"No money? We don't take charge of Overlord Meal here." The boss' tone changed, and he added with his hands on his hips: "It's useless to be handsome."

Mr. Xie, who was rejected by his face, was not discouraged, but raised his noble hand and pointed to Tang Chong in the corner.

"That's our friend, he invites this meal."

Tang Chong, who was passively entertaining guests, was stupefied, and didn't realize that he had been slaughtered until he got the order.

Of course Tang Chong didn't want to invite them to eat this meal for nothing, but Xie Baiyuan was staring at him from the sidelines, his scalp numb for a moment with that half-smile look in his eyes.

The feeling of suffocation from being trampled on the neck by Xie Baiyuan in the waiting hall came back again.

Tang Chong shook his hands, took out his wallet and took out a few hundred red bills.

Yu Jiaxi didn't know about the entanglement between them and Tang Chong, so she started to ask after leaving the restaurant, "Will he intentionally retaliate later?"

It is obviously unwise to make enemies in the dungeon, after all, no one knows when the people around them will cheat themselves.

Xie Baiyuan said: "He dare not."

Yu Jiaxi's expression was subtle, she knew that this person was very powerful, and she also knew that this person was very proud, but someone who could say these three words was already arrogant to the point of arrogance, right?

Gu Feng could see what she was thinking at a glance, so he started a science popularization work for her, briefly telling how they met Tang Chong in the No. [-] carriage, and described Tang Chong's insidiousness cunning.

After hearing this, Yu Jiaxi understood that the co-authorship was already formed early in the morning. No wonder Tang Chong was so active in making small reports earlier.

During the free time in the afternoon, they followed the guide's advice and only wandered around the two nearby streets without going far.

But this also allowed them to inquire about some information.

Next week is the birthday of Master Tianshen, and a grand sacrificial ceremony will be held in the town at that time.

For this reason, every household will hang snake skins in front of the door a week in advance.

Of course, in addition to these two pieces of information, they also heard some unhealthy gossip from the women who chatted after dinner.

For example, one said that the owner of the restaurant was a foreigner, and he took advantage of his youth and good looks to hook up with diners every day.

The other said that the boss was probably transformed by a snake spirit, and that he would always catch one or two men in in the middle of the night to suck their yang energy.

Fang Li shook his head, obviously these people are all NPCs, listening to them gossip happily, they are no different from real human beings.

At six o'clock they were back at the hotel and were waiting for dinner.

It got dark earlier here, the sun had already set, and the people had not yet arrived. The tour guide leaned against the door for a while to check the time and looked out.

Xie Baiyuan said: "Don't you think it's strange?"

Fang Li: "Huh?"

Xie Baiyuan: "She seems to have never taken off her hat."

This she refers to the tour guide at the door.

In fact, not only the hat, but also the little red flag has been tightly held by the tour guide.

Yu Jiaxi said: "It's really strange. I wanted to talk about it this morning, but I never found a chance. Didn't I share a room with her? Last night when I was sleeping, I found out when I turned over. She took off her clothes to sleep, but the hat was still on." It is worn on the head, and so is the flag held in the hand."

Fang Li didn't notice this at first, because the hat and the little red flag are the standard equipment for a tour guide. Even if you don't know the name of the tour guide or her appearance, you can know who the tour guide is by seeing these two.

and many more.

Fang Li was stunned suddenly.

It was an odd thing—they couldn't remember the guide's name, nor what he looked like.

So far, their impression of the tour guide is only a person wearing a little red riding hood and holding a little red flag.

The expression on that person's face was a smile, but her facial features seemed to be able to be combined at will.

On a more terrifying level, even if the tour guide has changed, they will not realize what is wrong.