spirit walker

Chapter 230 The Paper Man
The shrill screams echoed in the night, making them more lonely and terrifying.

Run away?
In this situation, listening to the scream played by the Elvis Presley speaker, Zhang Yuanqing felt his scalp tighten and his heart felt cool.

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

This is by no means good news.

Zhang Yuanqing waited silently for a moment, seeing that the Elvis speaker did not "speak" anymore, his heart sank, and he slapped it:

"Hey, you don't want to stay in such a ghostly place forever, do you? If there is any way to tell me quickly, we can leave together by working together."

But this time, the Elvis speaker did not respond, even though he took out the bloodthirsty blade threat.

So, its only prompt is to escape?
Seeing that the Elvis speaker could not get reliable information here, Zhang Yuanqing quickly calmed down, took advantage of his own advantages, and started analysis.

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

When it comes to ghost dolls, it is said that ghost dolls ask to play games.

"From this point of view, paper dolls are different from ghost dolls. The latter can be avoided by relying on rules, but paper dolls can't. They can only go head-to-head without shortcuts."

"The reminder from Elvis Presley's speaker is to escape, which is very self-explanatory. The paper doll is probably more dangerous than the ghost doll. This is a dungeon. If I could escape, I would have escaped. Do you need to remind me?"

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

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, find the box of rouge.

You should be able to get a lot of useful information during the introduction.

"It's been almost half an hour since the ghost doll left. There are two hours between the first watch and the second watch, and I still have an hour and a half. This village is not small. It's a bit difficult to find Mr. Xu's house in an hour and a half big."

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

—— Devour the spirit body of the villagers to get the answer.

Wang Xiaoer is an important npc, so he can't devour spirits, so the villagers can, right?

He led Dead Man No. [-], picked the nearest stone house, and went straight in.

"Hoho~"

Hearing the movement, the pupils of the two corpses in the room were filled with brutal blood, and they rushed forward with bared teeth and claws.

Dead No. [-] strode forward, swept out his right leg like a whip, and kicked the corpse's head, then with the help of the whip leg's inertia, his body rotated half a circle, driving his right arm, and punched the corpse's head with a punch.

Flesh and tissue were accompanied by bone fragments, splashing like raindrops.

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

Dark energy surged out of Zhang Yuanqing's eyes, filling his eye sockets, and devouring the remaining spirit bodies in the two Yin corpses.

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

After knowing the address of Mr. Xu, Zhang Yuanqing was not in a hurry, and sat cross-legged on the spot, closing his eyes and resting his mind.

With his current physical condition, he couldn't deal with unexpected accidents at all. Instead of wandering outside, it's better to take the time to heal his injuries and recover his strength.

Unable to feel the passage of time in the silence, Zhang Yuanqing held his pulse with his left finger to count the time.

The power of the sun around is strong, nourishing the injured body, repairing broken bones, and restoring physical strength.

After the pulse beat 1800 times, Zhang Yuanqing opened his eyes, his eyes were bright, and his lethargy subsided.

The broken bones have been connected, and he has fully recovered, and his physical strength has returned to [-]% of his heyday.

"When I recover about [-]% of my physical strength, I will be able to cast Xiaoyue again. It's a pity that there is no food, otherwise I have recovered to the peak state now."

He didn't hesitate anymore, and left this place with the dead one, heading to the west of the village.

Ten minutes later, Zhang Yuanqing, who was walking in the narrow village road, heard the cheerful sound of the stream, 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 rushing sound is brisk.

After walking along the small river for a few more minutes, I finally arrived at the small courtyard where Mr. Xu lived.

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

To be on the safe side, Zhang Yuanqing planned to let No. [-] Deadman go in to explore, and stay outside by himself. Considering that Yin Corpse does not have the vision to see through the dark, he put on No. [-] Yin-Yang magic robe for No. [-] Dead.

Dead No. [-] pressed the door of the hospital with both palms, exerting force silently, and the door was slowly pushed open amidst the sound of teeth aching from the door shaft.

Unafraid of the danger in the dark, the Yin Corpse quickly entered the small courtyard.

Whenever this happens, Zhang Yuanqing feels that he has the foresight to prepare for refining the corpse after the third level. Otherwise, if the main body is asked to clear the mines like this kind of crisis-ridden dungeon, it will explode on the spot at some point and return. fairy land.

Crossing the yard, pushing open the latticed door of the main house, Dead One stopped outside the threshold, spreading his palms.

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

The furnishings in the main room came into view, facing a round table at the door, with round stools beside the table, and calligraphy and paintings hanging on the wall.

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

No paper figurines, no corpses.

Presumably, when the villagers discovered Mr. Xu's death, they buried his body.

It's good that the paper figurine is not here. Zhang Yuanqing breathed a sigh of relief, and immediately stepped over the stone threshold of the courtyard gate, not forgetting to close the courtyard gate, walked through the small courtyard, arrived outside the main house, and joined the Yin Corpse.

Paper figurines are different from ghost dolls. As long as there is a physical body, it is impossible to ignore the obstacles on the physical level. Closing the courtyard door is not to block the opponent, but to serve as a warning "bell".

One person and one corpse entered the main house, and after closing the door, Zhang Yuanqing extinguished the fireball. He looked at the darkness as nothing, checked the bed first, opened a few boxes where quilts and clothes were placed, and did not forget to lean over to look under the bed.

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

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

Zhang Yuanqing reached out to pick up the rouge box, waited for a few seconds, and the properties of the item appeared:
【Name: Blood Rouge】

【Type: Cosmetics】

[Function: Possession of spirits, bloodthirsty]

[Introduction: It is said that the rouge made from the blood of 88 young girls will last for thousands of years and never fade. It is the boudoir item that all women dream of.After the owner died, it became a funerary object and was buried deep underground for a long time. The resentful spirit in the box was nourished by Yin Qi and became more and more fierce.Applying rouge to the cheeks or lips can lead to the possession of wraiths.Wraiths have a strong desire for blood, and only by sacrificing enough blood can appease it. 】

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

[Remark 2: In the next 10 minutes, a certain function of the body will randomly die. 】

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

"The rouge box is indeed a prop, and its quality is extremely high. Even if it has not reached the Saint Realm, it still has the quality of an extraordinary peak. It feels like it can be compared to the best equipment like the Yin-Yang Magic Robe."

As soon as Zhang Yuanqing thought about it, he was about to put away the rouge box.

[Ding, this item cannot be collected. 】

I knew there was no such cheap thing. Zhang Yuanqing murmured in his heart.

As far as he knows, all the props in the spirit realm are unique, they won't be refreshed, and if they are taken away, they will be gone.

According to the reduction and increase of props, Lingjing will adjust the difficulty level by itself.

If the rouge box could be taken away, the Demon Lord would have taken it long ago, so it is impossible to keep it here.

Without the paper figurine, 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 figurine, released the wraith in the rouge box, and died unexpectedly."

Zhang Yuanqing looked at other items on the table while thinking.

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

In the map, outline the "house" and "mountain" with simple lines, and note at the bottom:

"The location of the ancient tomb is 23 miles southwest of Houshan."

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

Seeing that Wang Xiaoer got treasure from the ancient tomb, he became greedy and wanted to enter the ancient tomb to make a fortune?
"But it's not right. Wang Xiaoer and that wandering Taoist wandered around the mountain all night before they found the entrance to the tomb. It is impossible for Mr. Xu to analyze it out of thin air at home. Little Er stole information from there.”

Zhang Yuanqing immediately put this question aside, it doesn't matter how Mr. Xu knew the location of the ancient tomb.

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

"According to the old man's description, Mr. Xu was sucked and fucked to death. This is in line with the information introduced by the blood rouge. Mr. Xu died, but the villagers next door did not die. That night, the paper figurine only killed Mr. Xu."

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

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

Zhang Yuanqing raised his head abruptly, looked out of the door, his body tensed up reflexively.

Wow, it's already two more days
After becoming the God of Night Tour, Zhang Yuanqing hasn't felt this kind of scalp-numbing horror 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.

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

But now, after a long absence, he regained the original feeling.
Zhang Yuanqing didn't rush out to find the paper figurine to fight, but took No. [-] dead man, quickly ran towards the bed, and quietly hid under the bed.

He pressed Dead One's shoulder and entered the night tour.

Yeyou can block the breath and hide the body, so the paper man should not be able to find him. Zhang Yuanqing intends to observe him first, and then consider whether to retreat or sneak attack.

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

Then, a foot wearing a red embroidered shoe stepped across the threshold.

Then another foot in an embroidered shoe.

During this process, Zhang Yuanqing heard a subtle, slightly crisp "rustling" sound, which is the sound only made by paper rubbing.

It's a paper man!
The pair of feet wearing embroidered shoes, after stepping over the threshold, stopped by the round table and stood there without moving for a while, like a real paper man.

Zhang Yuanqing observed the paper figurine, and sensed a strong, deep Yin energy from it, far better than that of ghost dolls.

He moved a few centimeters out to widen his field of vision so that he could observe the whole picture of the paper figurine.

The darkness couldn't affect Ye Youshen's vision. He stared intently and saw the appearance of the paper figurine clearly. It was a paper figurine in bright red clothes, like a shadow of blood in the darkness.

Its face was pasted with white paper, it was so white, but its cheeks were as bright red as blood, and its lips were covered with rouge.

Pale and bright red appeared on a dull and stiff face at the same time, but anyone who saw this face would panic in their hearts.

Zhang Yuanqing retracted his head silently.

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

It walked in an odd way, as if its knees were not bent, and it took a stiff goose step, each step was the same distance, and the interval between steps was the same.

Human beings can never walk out of such a precise and regular pace.

From the round table to the desk, at a distance of four or five meters, it walked for more than ten seconds, and finally stopped by the desk, its head drooping stiffly, as if looking at the things on the table.

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

The paper figurine stayed by the desk for a moment, turned around with stiff knee joints, and walked towards the bed.

Zhang Yuanqing's relaxed spirit tensed up again.

"Shusha." The paper figurine was very light, and the footsteps were also very light.

Zhang Yuanqing stared fixedly at the pair of embroidered shoes, watching it take a stiff forward step, approaching step by step, and finally stopped by the bed.

Although in the state of night tour, Zhang Yuanqing still held his breath.

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

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

At this moment, the embroidered shoes were less than fifteen centimeters away from his face.

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

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

Suddenly, the paper piercer stopped suddenly, turned his back to the direction of the bed, and remained motionless.

Zhang Yuanqing's vision was blocked by the edge of the bed, he could only see the calf of the paper-stitched person, and he couldn't see the part further up.

Why is it not moving?
Zhang Yuanqing was puzzled, and kept paying attention to him who was pierced with paper, and then he saw a terrible scene.

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

Zhang Yuanqing saw that pale face with no breath of life.

The paper man also saw him.

PS: The typo is corrected first and then corrected.

(End of this chapter)