Leather Player Peekaboo [Unlimited]

Since Mr. Xiao will come regardless of whether he is notified or not, if Mr. Xiao is directly knocked out, Mr. Shi will not be able to host the subsequent Nuo drama, and "Catching the Yellow Ghost" may not be able to continue.

Huo Sheng: "You can try."

Ren Xichen shrugged and did not object.

Anyway, with Huo Sheng around, he would definitely vote for Jian Wen.Tao Xingchen, on the other hand, would not even think about supporting himself with his toes. The minority obeys the majority, okay.

Appeared in the warehouse again, asked Shi Qing to inform Mr. Xiao again, this time Jian Wen didn't bother to hide the hole card, let the long-suppressed thumb snowman make a move, and frozen the costume of Ah Hongtong into an ice lump again.

——That's right, after the game was refreshed, even though Huo Sheng had hidden the man-eating costume in the warehouse into his own space, a new man-eating costume appeared again in the warehouse.

When Mr. Xiao came in, the four of them set up an ambush and beat the old man unconscious without respecting the old or loving the young at all.

"People are also knocked out, and then what?" Tao Xingchen looked at the four unconscious people on the ground, Cui Zi, Shi Qing, Ah Hong, and Old Xiao, their heads were a little dizzy.

"Space can't hide a living person, what should I do?"

Ren Xichen suggested: "Frozen and hide it. For example, his snowman is a prop with human nature and intelligence. It's okay if Mr. Xiao is frozen into ice."

When Jian Wen asked Huo Xiaoxue to make a move, he had already prepared the reward for the game where Ren Xichen guessed that it was the Snow Queen.

But Ren Xichen's attitude was flat, as if it was commonplace, but it made Jian Wen suspicious: Didn't it mean that tools are very rare? With Ren Xichen's attitude, it can only be said that he is really a gold digger?

Ren Xichen had already mentioned it, and Jian Wen didn't want the existence of the thumb snowman to cause a sensation, so he didn't ask any further questions.

"Try it." Tao Xingchen tried to put Ah Hong away, Huo Cheng's eyes flashed, and he suspected that Tao Xingchen, like him, fell in love with the costume of the biting man.

If that costume can bring out the game, it must be a powerful offensive prop.

However, Huo Sheng would not turn his face over a prop, and simply choose to put away Cui Zi at random.

The game space is limited, and it can be balanced by accepting one NPC per person. In the end, Ren Xichen chose Shi Qing, and Jian Wen chose Xiao Lao.

After putting Mr. Xiao into the space, Jian Wen muttered, "It feels weird."

After leaving the warehouse, they met Du Fei.

Du Fei stared at Brother Hao's remaining companions and exchanged information with them: "They split up and went to search the actors' houses one by one, saying they wanted to find out who played the executioner."

Ren Xichen curled his lips: "Hehe, split up and have an idea."

They still think that there are too few trustworthy companions, and the group of people still act separately, do they think they died too fast?

Sure enough, when the leader died, it became a mess.

After providing his own information, Du Fei tentatively asked, "Where are you going, the ancestral hall?"

Ren Xichen cunningly asked first: "What about you?"

"We want to go to the ancestral hall. I heard that Mr. Xiao and his elder brother are there." Du Fei didn't hide his intention.

Jian Wen looked around and said his own judgment: "Don't go to the ancestral hall, go to Ah Hong's sister."

"I suspect that Ah Hong's sister is not human anymore."

......

In order to facilitate the cover, this time Jian Wen put on the "devil mask" designed and made by Tao Xingchen, assimilated into the breath of a ghost NPC, and walked in the front.

And Ren Xichen also bled heavily, using three invisibility talismans to hide the three of them.

As for why Jian Wen was not hidden together, it was natural that someone had to come forward to ask questions, and Jian Wen's flickering eloquence was just right for this role.

Jian Wen still remembered the direction where Mr. Xiao brought Ahong's ashes with him and Shi Qing, and followed his memory to the door of "Sister Ahong"'s room, and knocked lightly on the door.

"Who?" A hoarse and dry female voice came from inside, as if she hadn't drank water for a long time, and her dry voice was like a saw sawing on dead wood.

"Ah Hong had an accident, Mr. Xiao asked me to come to you..." Jian Wen tried hard to make his voice sound sad, trying to coax the people inside to open the door.

The room was peaceful, the woman didn't speak any more, and there was no sound of footsteps coming towards the door.

When Jian Wen was hesitating whether to try again, the door opened silently, and Huo Sheng pulled Jian Wen back suddenly: "Be careful!"

The door opened a gap, and half of a woman's face was exposed inside. Her face was abnormally flushed red, but she had a ghostly cold aura all over her body, and there were black nails on the fingers pressing on the door frame.

Jian Wen gasped: "Is this... a living corpse?"

"You, are, new, here?" The living corpse still stuttered every word, and it was extremely difficult to speak.

At this dangerous moment, the devil's mask worked, making Jian Wen's aura the same as that of a ghost NPC. For the time being, the female living corpse did not doubt his identity, but was only curious that she had never seen this new face.

"Yes, I was recruited by Shi Laoxin."

The living corpse finally made way for Jian Wen to enter the room.

Jian Wen just entered the room and almost fell.

The room was pitch black, and the curtains were drawn tightly so that no light could see through, but the room temperature was scorching hot, and it felt like lying on a hot kang when one's feet stepped on the ground.

Jian Wen felt the sweat on the face wearing the mask, and quickly pressed the mask with his hands.

The living corpse lit a white candle, sat at the table, and pushed the candle to Jian Wen: "Eat."

Jane Wen: ...

Sorry, he's a fake ghost, no blessings to be had.

After the room was illuminated by candles, Jian Wen saw green ghost tofu and a bowl of plain noodles with nothing added on the small wooden table. He finally confirmed his guess.

Sure enough, there may be no living people in the entire inner courtyard, and the food prepared in the big kitchen is an offering to the ghosts.

I just don't know who the "big brother" in the ancestral hall is, or if he is alive.

Ghosts do not eat sacrifices directly into their stomachs, but absorb the essence of food.Now the ghost tofu and plain noodles look the same as when they were just made, but they have lost their luster and aroma, as if they have been put past the expiration date.

I don't know who delivered the meal to the living corpse.

Jian Wen watched and thought silently.The living corpse refused to go out before, obviously because it couldn't see the sun, so it was impossible to go to the kitchen to get meals by itself. There must be a manager in the inner courtyard who is not afraid of fire, sunshine and all ghosts.

This person, what Jian Wen suspects temporarily is the "elder brother" who has never shown up.

Then the female living corpse lit a white candle for herself and placed it in front of her. After squinting her eyes comfortably and taking a puff of white smoke, her voice finally became smooth.

"What happened, Ah Hong?"

Jian Wen thought about it, and wanted to use equations and their affairs to test whether the living corpses knew the news.

"The yellow ghost is sick. Mr. Shi asked Ah Hong to play the yellow ghost. I heard that playing the yellow ghost is life-threatening."

"Yellow ghost! No, I can't let Ah Hong go!" The living corpse's complexion became more and more rosy in the process of inhaling the white smoke, and its face was full of oil, as if it had applied too much blush, with a dummy's stiffness.

Jian Wen avoided the body slightly, wary of the sudden madness of the living corpse.

He didn't put an invisibility talisman on it, and he didn't know if Huo Sheng and the three of them followed in time. The speed of the living corpse closing the door was too fast.

The living corpse murmured: "Why did Shi Lao do this? Didn't he promise not to hurt us?"

When Jian Wen heard this, she really knew that the "yellow ghost" must die.

"Can you let the original yellow ghost play?"

"No!" Once the living corpse talked about the big ghost, his expression was very excited, and there was a faint red blood in his eyeballs, "Don't go to him..."

Jian Wen strikes while the iron is hot and asks, "Who is he?"

"Yellow ghost, yellow ghost... The yellow ghost is Yan Feng." When the name was said, the face of the living corpse had a dreamy color. At this moment, the abnormal rosiness on her face seemed to be that of a girl. The shyness of the first love, with a moving color.

"Where does Yan Feng live?" Jian Wen knew that this real big ghost was the key to the matter.

However, this sentence broke the basket, and the living corpse instantly changed color, and its expression became stern.

She seemed to have misunderstood Jian Wen's intentions, and threatened Jian Wen with bared teeth, "Don't bother him!"

Jian Wen saw that the flesh on the cheek had rotted and discolored when the living corpse was furious. As she spoke, rotten pieces of meat fell from the position of the masseter muscle, which reminded Jian Wen of the crazy NPC under the execution platform. They also fell off pieces of flesh like this.

A strong stench fell from the living corpse as the rotting flesh fell.

"I'm not looking for trouble, I'm here to invite him to act."

When mentioning the big ghost, Jian Wen thought of the past when Mr. Shi and the others made an excuse to let Fang Fang and Brother Hao replace the big ghost, and then were sent to the guillotine.

If this sick yellow ghost Yan Feng is the yellow ghost that Mr. Shi said, wouldn't it be better for him to play his own role?

Players can no longer sacrifice. Since NPCs can be refreshed and reborn, why not let NPCs be beheaded?

Jian Wen finally understands why time is the biggest danger. The game keeps refreshing back to the same day, and NPCs can be resurrected in the refreshing, whether they are dead or injured. However, once the player dies, he is really dead. In the repeated game round after round, the players are grinded to death one by one, and the power is completely unequal.

Then control the NPCs and let them kill their own people.

He suddenly remembered that he had seen plain noodles at other people's funerals. In some places, the plain noodles served at funerals were indeed noodles in clear water soup, and no garlic or shallots could be added.There are also ghost tofu put together so coincidentally, sister Ahong who never showed up in person, masked ghosts in the ancestral hall...all these make the backyard an even more weird existence.

"The yellow ghost is sick and can't act anymore..." The living corpse murmured, with a miserable tone in his tone, "I can't act anymore, I can't act anymore..."

Jian Wen: "It's okay, he is sick, and I have medicine!"

The living corpse said in surprise: "Really?!"

"Really." Jian Wen nodded earnestly, moved his fingers, and asked the thumb snowman who had hidden in his pocket after dealing with Old Xiao before, to freeze the living corpse from the feet up.

"Look, are you much more comfortable now?"

"Hmm..." The living corpse, which had been scorched by the strange high temperature and pain, finally felt the rare coldness, and narrowed its eyes comfortably.

The ice spread upwards, reaching the neck of the living corpse. The living corpse had no intention of struggling, and closed its eyes calmly, with a smile on its face.

There was a hint of nostalgic memory in her voice, and a touch of sweetness flashed across her face: "He lives in the innermost part of this row of houses, and there are two dead trees at the door, which I once planted with him. Lian Lishu..."

"You must save him, save him..."

The ice layer spread to the face of the living corpse, and her last sweet smile was frozen in the ice layer.

She also freezes her happiest memory at the last second of her life.

For ordinary people or NPCs, after two hours of automatic melting of the ice, they will be a hero again.

But for the living corpses that rely on the inexplicable high temperature to forcibly promote their life activities, once the body temperature drops, the body functions will become corpses again.

This time he fell into a deep sleep, and may never wake up again.

But the living corpse was voluntary and did not resist at all.

It seemed that she had fulfilled her last wish, fulfilled her last obsession that supported her becoming a living corpse, and finally fell asleep with peace of mind. Even if there were other means to make her "live", her soul had already left.

"This method is not a benefit for the living corpses themselves." Ren Xichen suddenly took the initiative to tear off the invisibility amulet, looked at the living corpses that had been frozen in the ice and said coldly, "Their souls will always be It is like being in a sea of ​​swords and flames, and it is very uncomfortable to be roasted, and now she voluntarily sleeps to be relieved."

When seeing the living corpses being forcibly kept alive by using weird high temperatures, Jian Wen wondered if the "big brother" behind the scenes wanted to save them.

But knowing the pain they were really facing, Jian Wen was puzzled again.

Isn't it really hateful to let people's souls be scorched by mountains of swords and seas of fire?

"Time is running out, go find Yan Feng." Ren Xichen said, sticking the invisibility talisman on the ice cube of the living corpse.

Jian Wen looked at this scene in surprise, what does it mean to make the living corpse invisible?

Ren Xichen did not explain: "Let's go, if Yan Feng is clear-headed, maybe he needs to talk to him as a living person."

When I walked outside, the sky was getting darker and darker. There was no sun in the sky, so I couldn't tell the exact time.

And the time of the mobile phone has become unreliable now, and none of them knows whether the time of the mobile phone is affected by the date of this cycle.

When I took out the phone, the date on it was still on the first day I entered the game, but the hours, minutes, and seconds kept changing.And the player's memory also dies one player a day, and time really moves forward.

Jian Wen took back the phone, looked for the direction of the living corpse, and finally saw the two Lianli trees clinging together.

The branches of the Lianli tree are intertwined, and all the leaves have fallen, leaving only the dry and twisted trunk. The branches are intertwined and cuddled together, as if two travelers who encountered a sandstorm in the desert hugged each other with their last strength.

Jian Wen was touched for a moment, remembering the touching shyness on the face of the living corpse, and the excitement when talking about Yan Feng.

"There is someone inside." Ren Xichen knocked on the door and said softly, "It's not a living corpse, nor a human being."

A man wrapped in black cloth opened the door, staggered back to the bed, and lay down with difficulty.

"Who are you and what do you want me to do..."

His body and face were tightly wrapped in black cloth, only his facial features were exposed. He looked like a dangerous monster, but his eyes were calm, and he lay on the hospital bed without complaining.

Jian Wen said flickeringly: "We are doctors, here to treat your illness."

At this moment, the calmness in the eyes of the man in black cloth no longer exists, he turned his head and said excitedly: "Do you really have medicine?"

"Come on, high fever, right? I have ice cubes." Jian Wen dug out a large lump of ice cubes from the space and applied them on Yan Feng's forehead. The big lump almost covered Yan Feng's entire face.

Yan Feng: ...

Are you taking revenge on me because you don't like me?

"You still brought ice cubes on purpose?" Ren Xichen's thoughts became more dirty, and he smiled wickedly. "Hey, are you playing so excitingly?"

Jane Wen: ...

With that said, he even doubted his motives for storing ice cubes.

Huo Sheng, who was invisible, touched his chin, and his eyes fell on the ice cube: Well, you can break it into small pieces, and then apply it on Jian Wen's chest...waist... must be exciting...

If you have it, don't waste it...

Yan Feng, who was ignored, was speechless and shivered: "It's too cold, take it away for me..."

Originally, it was just a high fever that didn't subside. After they made such a fuss, his body temperature plummeted, and he felt that he would die sooner.

Jian Wen was uncomfortable with Ren Xichen's strange eyes, and quickly removed the ice cube. At this moment, Huo Sheng suddenly tore off the invisibility talisman and said, "Wait!"

Jian Wen's heart skipped a beat: No way, Huo Sheng won't be behaving like a beast at this time.

But he saw Huo Sheng with a serious expression, put on his gloves, and lifted off the bandage-like black cloth on Yan Feng's face.

At this time, after the red tide of Yan Feng's high fever receded, his frozen complexion turned blue and white, and patches of moss-like pigmentation appeared under the black cloth.

It's dark purple, like blood.

Also like, corpse spots.

Huo Sheng: "His illness is not quite right."

Ren Xichen obviously recognized it too: "This is not a cold."

"The plague." Unexpectedly, Yan Feng did not deny it, but admitted it himself with a wry smile.

"It's the plague."

plague?

The identity of the player is a survivor of the Plague Village, and Yan Feng was also infected with the plague. Could it be that he is also a foreigner?

Jian Wen: "Are you a foreigner?"

Yan Feng said strangely: "No, I am from Shitou Village. I fell ill last month, and the Nuo Opera Troupe had no chance to keep up with them when they performed in other places."

In the hot and dry room, Jian Wen suddenly felt the chill from the ice bucket.

They were deceived, Huang Gui Yanfeng never recovered from the disease, the so-called accident was man-made.

And this so-called plague village may be this stone village...

"Are you here to help me?" Yan Feng coughed a few times haggardly, as if he was about to cough up his internal organs, "cough cough, I'm going to die, and I'm going to die on the stage cough cough... ..”

Jane Wen: "Are you sure?"

"Ever since I got sick, Mr. Shi wanted to replace me. I know he doesn't like me because I am Tie Lao's apprentice." Yan Feng looked at Jian Wen longingly, "Ahem, help me put on my makeup, It's my role, and I'm going to finish the show."

Jian Wen was silent for a while, thinking of the final fate of the yellow ghost.

Beheaded and died as a sacrifice.

The living corpse knows the fate of the yellow ghost, but will Yan Feng not know?

But facing Yan Feng's eager eyes, Jian Wen couldn't bear to refuse.

Perhaps death is the ultimate relief for a tortured corpse, a half-human, half-ghost monster.

Jian Wen took out the oil painting utensils and put on gloves at the same time: "Okay, let me put on your makeup."

Yan Feng smiled in relief: "Thank you."

The black cloth was untied bit by bit, revealing the mottled patches on Yan Feng's skin.

Not corpse spots, but festering patches of gore.

Corpse plague.

Jian Wen regards him as a piece of material with incomplete beauty, and calms down his mind to create art.

This earnestness infected Yan Feng, and calmed down his uneasy heart. He slowly closed his eyes, and slightly raised the corners of his mouth, as if he had returned to the time when he was still a normal person with that red horn.

The yellow ghost is painting a yellow face, which is not difficult. After Jian Wen quickly finished painting, Tao Xingchen threw Ah Hong out of the space.

The ice cubes melted, revealing Ah Hong in the costume of Biting People.

Yan Feng glanced at A Hong lightly, his eyes fell on the costume obsessively, and gently stroked it: "This is my costume, it's mine..."

At this time, the terrifying costume was safe and sound, falling off Ahong's body along Yan Feng's fingers, and wrapped around Yan Feng's body.

This scene is weird like a ghost possessed.

But Yan Feng's expression was intoxicated, without fear, and even had a nostalgia for the return of an old friend.

Huo Sheng asked suddenly: "How many Fang Xiangshi are there?"

"Four." Yan Feng seemed to have been alone for too long, and someone asked him to want to express all his thoughts in one breath.

"However, Xiang Dafang is ill, and he is recuperating in the ancestral hall."

Jian Wen asked again: "Where is your master?"

"Dead." Yan Feng's tone was sad, "Since the death of Master, our lineage has been difficult."

"Where did you get sick?"

"At home." Yan Feng looked at the direction of the void, recalling, his eyes gradually distant.

"I caught a cold that day. Mr. Tie happened to quarrel with Mr. Shi, so he didn't go to the performance, and stayed to take care of me. Then someone came to beg, and the master gave him food... At that time, his hands were rotten, The master sympathized with him very much, and even took some ointment to give him medicine, but after he left, the master became ill..."

"To shut up!"

Shi Lao's voice suddenly appeared outside the door, carrying an angry murderous look.

They were blocked by Shi Lao.

Behind Shi Lao, there are densely packed masked ghosts.

"You know too much..." Elder Shi looked at Jian Wen and the others gloomyly. At this time, in order to take out A Hong, Tao Xingchen also tore off the invisibility talisman, and the four of them were taken together.

"Mr. Shi, you are still obsessed with your obsession." Yan Feng was not surprised by Mr. Shi's arrival, and said lightly, "What you want to give us does not mean what we want."

Elder Shi also said indifferently: "Just because you don't want it, doesn't mean other people don't want it. And if you really don't want it, why don't you stop it even though you know that the cardinal is doing that for you?"

Speaking of the linnet, the muscles on Yan Feng's face twisted after putting on makeup. He covered his face in pain, rushed out of the yard, and lay down on the Lianli tree, crying loudly.

And when Yan Feng left the house, Shi Lao gathered the ghosts and ordered them to attack the four players.

The four of them acted decisively, drawing out their guns, and shooting.

And Jian Wen just shot a bullet with the gun, and was suddenly dumbfounded.

Why did the shots from the prop gun turn into hailstones? !

After the hail was shot, it turned into a water gun again.

Jane Wen: ...

Why did it suddenly become like this, what happened to his props!

Hitting people with hail will hurt anyway, and water guns, such as his model, don't have high pressure, so what's the use!

Do you wash your hair and face? !

Jian Wen tried his best to make the last struggle, and went to get other props, but they were all frozen, including the director's script, the shark's fish scales, etc., and the whole space was frozen into a world of ice and snow.

In the world of ice and snow, only Xiao Lao, who was originally frozen, disappeared.

Is this revenge from Mr. Xiao?

Jian Wen suddenly felt the coolness spread from the space to the whole body, making his limbs dull.

Ren Xichen looked at Jian Wen's small water gun in shock: "Your prop gun is amazing, and it has many forms. Could it be Tao Xingchen's new development?"

Tao Xingchen: "It's not me!"

Jian Wen was swayed by Mr. Xiao. Fortunately, the thumb snowman was outside, and the devil mask still maintained its effect.

This time, the masked ghost was confused by the breath of the devil's mask, and regarded him as one of his own. He didn't do anything to the unresponsive Jian Wen, and Jian Wen could let Huo Xiaoxue lay hands on the masked ghost.

When the masked ghost was controlled, Huo Sheng held the dagger to Shi Lao's throat: "Who is the big brother?"

"It's a mask."

Old Shi's face was covered with blood, his previously kind and kind face was ferocious like a devil, he smiled wildly, and took out a mask with great difficulty from his arms, the wooden mask of an executioner that all players will never forget.

The hideous black wooden mask was spattered with blood.

There is the blood of Equation, the blood of Brother Hao, and the blood of various unknown people.

"Whoever wears this mask will be the elder brother, generous." Old Shi smiled provocatively, "Do you dare to wear it?"