Spirit Realm Walker

The shrill screams echoed in the night, becoming more lonely and terrifying.

Run away?

In this situation, listening to the screams played by Elvis Presley's speakers, Zhang Yuanqing felt his scalp tighten and a chill in his heart.

He never expected that the Elvis speaker would give such a prompt.

This is by no means good news.

Zhang Yuanqing waited silently for a moment. When he saw that the Elvis Presley speaker didn't "speak" anymore, his heart suddenly sank and he slapped it:

"Hey, you don't want to stay in this hellish place forever. If you have any ideas, please tell me immediately. We can work together to leave together."

But this time, Elvis Presley's speaker never responded, even though he took out the bloodthirsty blade to threaten.

So, its only suggestion is to escape?

Seeing that Elvis Presley speakers could not get reliable information here, Zhang Yuanqing quickly calmed down, used his own advantages, and started analysis.

He first sorted out the known information and found that when the old man mentioned the paper man, he only said that the paper man would appear at the second watch, without much description.

When talking about the ghost doll, it is said that the ghost doll asks to play games.

"It seems that the paper man and the ghost doll are different. The latter can be avoided by relying on the rules, but the paper man cannot, and can only fight head-on. There is no shortcut."

"The prompt given by Elvis Presley's speaker is to escape. This is already telling the problem. The paper man is probably more dangerous than the ghost doll. This is a copy. If I could escape, I would have escaped. Do you still need to remind me?"

"There is too little information about the paper man. If you want to defeat it, you must first find out the details. Fortunately, I have always been cautious and asked more questions."

He asked the old man where the box of rouge was.

The answer I got was that it was still at Mr. Xu’s home.

Then the next goal is very clear, find Mr. Xu's house and find the box of rouge.

During the introduction, you should be able to get a lot of useful information.

"It's been almost half an hour since the ghost doll left. There are two hours between the first watch and the second watch. I still have an hour and a half. This village is quite small. It takes only an hour and a half to find Mr. Xu's house. It's a bit difficult. big."

Zhang Yuanqing looked at the deep night, pondered for a few seconds, and came up with an idea.

——Swallow the villagers’ spirits to get the answer.

Wang Xiaoer is an important NPC and cannot devour spirits, but the villagers can, right?

He led the Dead No. 1 to the nearest stone house and broke into it.

"Hoho~"

Hearing the noise, the two Inferi in the room had cruel blood in their pupils, and they rushed towards them with their teeth and claws open.

Dead No. 1 strode forward, swept out his right leg like a whip, and kicked the corpse's head. Then, using the inertia of the whip leg, he rotated his body half a circle, used his right arm, and punched the male corpse's head.

Flesh and blood tissue accompanied by bone fragments spattered like raindrops.

The two headless corpses ran forward a few steps and fell to the ground.

Dark energy emerged from Zhang Yuanqing's eyes, filling his eye sockets and swallowing up the remaining spiritual bodies in the two Yin corpses.

Scenes of broken scenes flashed by, and he quickly found the residence of Mr. Xu from the mixed memory fragments. This teacher lived in a courtyard near the river in the west of the village. He was the most educated person in the village.

After knowing Mr. Xu's address, Zhang Yuanqing was not in a hurry. He sat cross-legged on the spot and closed his eyes to rest.

With his current physical condition, there was no way he could cope with an unexpected accident. Rather than wandering around outside, it was better to seize the time to heal his injuries and regain his strength.

Unable to feel the passage of time in the silence, Zhang Yuanqing placed his left finger on his pulse to calculate the time.

The power of Taiyin around him is rich, nourishing the injured body, repairing broken bones, and restoring physical strength.

After his pulse beat 1,800 times, Zhang Yuanqing opened his eyes, his eyes bright and his malaise subsided.

The broken bones have been reconnected and fully restored, and his physical strength has returned to 70% of what it was at its peak.

"When I recover about 90% of my physical strength, I can use Xiaoyue again. It's a pity that I don't have food, otherwise I would have returned to my peak state by now."

He no longer hesitated and took the Dead No. 1 away from here and headed to the west of the village.

Ten minutes later, Zhang Yuanqing, who was walking on a narrow village road, heard the cheerful sound of a stream. He turned around a rammed earth house and saw a three-meter-wide river passing between the stone houses.

The water flow is fast but not urgent, and the gurgling sound is brisk.

After walking along the river for a few more minutes, we finally arrived outside the courtyard where Mr. Xu lived.

At this time, there was still more than half an hour before the second watch.

For safety reasons, Zhang Yuanqing planned to let Dead One go in to explore while he stayed outside. Considering that the Yin Corpse did not have the vision to see through the darkness, he put a Yin-Yang robe on Dead One.

The deceased No. 1 pressed the hospital door with both palms, exerting force silently. With the sound of the door axis grinding his teeth, the door slowly opened.

The Inferi were not afraid of the crisis in the dark and quickly entered the courtyard.

Whenever this happens, Zhang Yuanqing laments that he has the foresight to start preparing to refine the Inferi after the third level. Otherwise, if a dungeon like this is full of dangers, if the main body is allowed to clear mines, it will explode and return at some point. fairy land.

After crossing the yard and pushing open the lattice door of the main house, Dead Man No. 1 stopped outside the threshold and spread his palms.

call!

A ball of fire rises, dispelling darkness and bringing light.

The furnishings in the main room came into view. There was a round table facing the door of the room. There were round stools beside the table and calligraphy and paintings hung on the wall.

On the left side of the door is a large wooden bed with a gauze hanging down, and on the right side are bookshelves and a rectangular desk.

No paper figures, no corpses.

It seems that when the villagers found Mr. Xu dead, they buried his body.

It's good that the paper man is not here. Zhang Yuanqing breathed a sigh of relief and immediately stepped across the stone threshold of the courtyard gate without forgetting to close the courtyard door. He walked through the small courtyard and arrived outside the main house to meet with the Inferi.

The paper man is different from the ghost doll. As long as there is an entity, it is impossible to ignore the physical obstacles and close the courtyard door, not to block the other party, but to act as a warning "bell".

One person and one corpse entered the main room, closed the door, Zhang Yuanqing extinguished the fireball, and looked at the darkness as if there was nothing. He first checked the bed, opened a few boxes for quilts and clothes, and did not forget to lean over and take a look under the bed.

After confirming that the paper man was really not here, he walked to the desk and examined the objects on the table.

The first thing he noticed was a small and exquisite rouge box, half the size of a palm and one finger high. It was made of silver. It consisted of a bottom and a lid, and was engraved with exquisite patterns of auspicious clouds and flowers.

Zhang Yuanqing reached out to pick up the rouge box and waited for a few seconds before the item attributes appeared:

[Name: Blood Rouge]

[Type: Cosmetics]

[Function: Spiritual possession, bloodthirsty]

[Introduction: It is said that the rouge made from the blood of eighty-eight girls will last for thousands of years and will never fade. It is the boudoir product that all women dream of. After the owner died, it became a burial object and was buried deep in the ground for a long time. The resentful spirit in the box was nourished by the yin energy and became more and more fierce. Applying rouge to your cheeks or lips can attract evil spirits to possess you. The resentful spirit has a strong desire for blood, and only enough blood essence can be sacrificed to appease it. 】

[Note 1: If you don’t kill someone, kill yourself. 】

[Note 2: In the next ten minutes, a certain function of the body will randomly become necrotic. 】

[Note 3: Among the dead girls, there is a bewitching demon, so be careful of its bewitching. 】

"The rouge box is indeed a prop, and it is of extremely high quality. Even if it is not at the saint level, it still has the quality of an extraordinary pinnacle. I feel it is comparable to the best equipment such as the Yin Yang Robe."

Zhang Yuanqing had an idea and wanted to put away the rouge box.

[Ding, this item cannot be collected. 】

I knew nothing was so cheap. Zhang Yuanqing muttered in his heart.

As far as he knew, all props in the spiritual realm were unique, would not be refreshed, and would be gone if taken away.

According to the reduction or increase of props, the spirit realm will adjust the difficulty level on its own.

If the rouge box could be taken away, the devil would have taken it long ago and would not be able to leave it here.

Without the paper figures, maybe the difficulty level of "Aphasia Village" will drop.

"According to the explanation in Note 3, Mr. Xu should have been bewitched by the rouge box, so he put blush on the paper man, released the evil spirit in the rouge box, and died an unexpected death."

Zhang Yuanqing was thinking while checking other items on the table.

——Several books related to the Ming Dynasty, and a hand-drawn, simple map.

The content of the book was in classical Chinese. Zhang Yuanqing flipped through it casually, then threw it aside and picked up the map to look at it carefully.

On the map, "houses" and "peaks" are outlined with simple lines, and a note is made at the bottom:

"The location of the ancient tomb is twenty-three miles southwest of the back mountain."

Zhang Yuanqing combined the books at hand and immediately understood that Mr. Xu was analyzing the location of the ancient tomb and the identity of the owner of the ancient tomb.

When he saw Wang Xiaoer getting treasure from the ancient tomb, he became greedy and wanted to make a fortune by entering the ancient tomb?

"But that's not right. Wang Xiaoer and the wandering Taoist priest wandered around the mountains all night before they found the entrance to the tomb. It is impossible for Mr. Xu to sit at home and analyze it out of thin air. He might have bought the rouge box from Wang Xiaoer. I got information from the waiter.”

Zhang Yuanqing immediately put this question aside. How Mr. Xu knew the location of the ancient tomb was not important.

He turned his attention back to the item information of "Blood Rouge".

"According to the old man's description, Mr. Xu was sucked to death. This is consistent with the information introduced by Blood Rouge. Mr. Xu died, but the villagers next door did not die. That night, the paper man only killed Mr. Xu."

Suddenly, a subtle "squeak" sound came from the yard, interrupting Zhang Yuanqing's thinking.

The sound was very slight, but in the silent night, any movement would be amplified.

Zhang Yuanqing suddenly raised his head and looked out the door, his body tensing up like a reflex.

Fuck, it’s already the second watch

After becoming the Night God, Zhang Yuanqing didn't have this numb scalp feeling for a long time. The last time he had this feeling was in the mountain temple. At that time, as an ordinary person, he relied on his desire to survive to hold his breath.

Otherwise, I would have been frightened to death by the weirdness and horror in the mountain temple.

But now, he has regained his original feeling after a long absence.

Zhang Yuanqing did not rush out to find the paper man to fight to the death. Instead, he led the dead man No. 1, quickly ran towards the bed, and hid under the bed quietly.

He held the shoulders of Dead One and entered the night tour.

Night Travel can shield his breath and hide his figure, so the paper man should not be able to detect him. Zhang Yuanqing planned to observe first, and then consider whether to retreat or make a sneak attack.

As soon as one person and one body were hidden under the bed, the door of the main room was pushed open a crack.

Then, a foot wearing a red embroidered shoe crossed the threshold.

Then another foot in an embroidered shoe.

During this process, Zhang Yuanqing heard a subtle, slightly crisp "rustling" sound, which was the sound caused by the friction of paper.

It's a paper man!

After crossing the threshold, the pair of feet wearing embroidered shoes stopped at the round table and stood there, motionless for a while, like a real paper-pierced person.

Zhang Yuanqing observed the paper man and sensed a rich and deep Yin Qi from it, which was far better than the Yin Qi of the ghost doll.

He moved a few centimeters away to widen his field of vision so that he could observe the entire paper figure.

The darkness could not affect the Night Walker's vision. He stared intently and saw clearly the appearance of the paper man. It was a paper-pricked man wearing bright red clothes, looking like a blood shadow in the darkness.

Its face is made of white paper, so white that it oozes through, but its cheeks are smeared as bright red as blood, and its lips are rouged. The most oozing thing is that there are two touches of scarlet in the eye sockets where the paper pricks the person.

Pale white and bright red appear at the same time on a dull and stiff face. Anyone who sees this face will feel panicked.

Zhang Yuanqing silently retracted his head.

At this time, Zhizha Ren, who had been standing there for a long time, walked towards the desk with strange steps.

Its walking posture is very strange, as if its knee joints cannot bend. It walks in a stiff goose step. The distance of each step is the same, and the intervals between steps are also the same.

There is absolutely no way humans can follow such an accurate and regular pace.

It walked from the round table to the desk, a distance of four or five meters, for more than ten seconds, and finally stopped at the desk, its head hanging stiffly, as if looking at something on the table.

What desk is it looking at? ! Zhang Yuanqing's heart trembled, and he quickly recalled it to confirm that he had reset everything, and then he breathed a sigh of relief.

The paper man stayed at the desk for a moment, then turned around with stiff knees and walked towards the bed.

Zhang Yuanqing's relaxed spirit tightened again.

"Shasha." The paper man was very light and his footsteps were also very light.

Zhang Yuanqing's eyes were fixed on the pair of embroidered shoes, watching them take a stiff goose step, approach step by step, and finally stop by the bed.

Although he was traveling at night, Zhang Yuanqing still held his breath.

After the paper-tied man came to the bedside, he began to stand for a long time again.

At this time, Zhang Yuanqing only had half a minute left for his night tour.

At this time, the pair of embroidered shoes was less than fifteen centimeters away from his face.

After the suffocating silence, the paper man turned around stiffly and walked out with light steps.

Zhang Yuanqing wanted to breathe a sigh of relief when he finally left.

Suddenly, the paper-tied man suddenly stopped, his back facing the direction of the bed, motionless.

Zhang Yuanqing's field of vision was blocked by the edge of the bed, and he could only see the area where the paper pricked the person's calf, but not the area above.

Why doesn't it move?

Zhang Yuanqing was confused in his heart, always paying attention to him who was stuck in the paper, and then saw a terrifying scene.

The man with his back turned to him slowly bent down, lowered his head, and looked under the bed from between his legs.

Zhang Yuanqing saw the pale face without the breath of life.

The paper man saw him too.

PS: typos should be corrected first and then corrected.