Being targeted by the boss of the escape game

Chu Ling didn't sleep well this time, he kept dreaming, having some weird and bizarre dreams.

He dreamed that he was wearing a bright red cross-neck gown, and a big red flower was ridiculously tied around his body, sitting in a sedan chair, holding a pot of crystal orchids in his hand.

There was silence around him, and he didn't even know if it was a dream.

This must be a red silk sedan chair, and the cushions are made of soft cotton. He opened a layer of gauze curtains, and he could see that there was a thick black fog everywhere outside, and white paper money was floating in the air. The road that must be passed was even thicker, and there was still a faint smell of blood in the fog.

Chu Ling put down the gauze curtain, looked down at the pot of crystal orchid in her hand, her heart was like being immersed in ice water, and her body was chilled.

The sedan chair was so wobbly that I don't know how long it has been carried.

The sound of "duang" finally landed.

Chu Ling was sitting on pins and needles in the sedan chair, he was holding on to the hem of the red skirt, his heart was fluttering, he didn't know what to do, did he want to go out?Still sitting here?

Just as he was thinking wildly, the car curtain was lifted, and a hand that was so white that it was almost transparent stretched out. This was obviously not the skin color that normal humans would have. Chu Ling could even clearly see the nerves and nerves under the skin. Various contexts.

The meaning of that hand was obvious, but it was stretched out so silently, without making a sound.

Chu Ling was silent for a while, gritted his teeth, mustered up the courage and stretched out a hand to gently put it on it, it was so cold, so cold, his first reaction was to withdraw his hand, but was tightly held by that hand , can't break free.

He suspected that what he was holding was not a hand, but an ice cube, otherwise how could it be so cold, or this person was simply an ice cube.

Chu Ling desperately wanted to withdraw his hand, but it was too late. He simply stepped out of the sedan chair with one foot, wanting to see who this person was.

He looked at the person in front of him, as if he had been hit by a heavy hammer, as if he had been cast with a holding spell, he stood there in a daze, almost forgetting to breathe.

The sedan chair... outside the sedan chair turned out to be a statue covered with a red hijab.

It is the statue of the god in the temple, holding a small white flower, wearing a red dress, and covering the statue of the god with a red hijab.

But why is the idol here?

How could the idol move?

Chu Ling's whole body tensed up, his thin body couldn't help but tremble slightly, he was afraid.

He looked at the statue in front of him, and finally stretched out a hand out of nowhere, trying to uncover the red hijab, but the moment he was about to touch it, the scene suddenly changed, and everything in front of him became blurred.

When it returned to normal again, the scene had changed, and it became the temple. He was visiting the temple alone. The temple was dark, and the ground was full of crystal orchids. Hijab idol.

Chu Ling looked up at the statue, and felt a strange feeling in his heart. He seemed to have received a strong psychological suggestion, suggesting that he should take off the red hijab, to take it off, as long as he took it off, he would know a secret.

The red hijab fluttered automatically without wind, but still completely covered the face of the god.

What the hell is under the red hijab?

Chu Ling picked up an oil lamp and climbed onto the altar. He looked at the red hijab, his heart was pounding, and there was a voice in his heart, telling him, quickly uncover, quickly uncover.

Chu Ling shook his head, stretched out a hand to grab the corner of the hijab, it was smooth to touch, like a piece of silk, but softer than silk, he could feel some shallow lines on it, The twists and turns...it feels a bit like a painting.

Chu Ling approached the oil lamp curiously, wanting to see it more clearly. With the flickering light, he saw some intertwined lines on the red hijab.

He squinted his eyes, as if he saw that there were girls in the painting, and there were many girls. Chu Ling subconsciously moved the oil lamp closer to see it more clearly.

"thorn"

The oil lamp directly ignited a corner of the hijab, but in an instant the flame ignited the idol, thick smoke rose, and raging flames ravaged the entire temple.

The scorching air made it difficult for Chu Ling to breathe. He felt that he was about to pass out. As the fire got bigger and bigger, the air gradually became thinner.

"Cough...cough..."

"Age?"

Chu Ling looked at the unusually handsome man in front of her through her hazy vision, and she was still in a trance.

Lu Weixing held Chu Ling's face in his hands, and gently brushed away the hair on his forehead, which was covered with fine beads of sweat: "Are you having nightmares again?"

Dream?nightmare?

Is that really a dream?Why are there such clear dreams?

Lu Weixing helped Chu Ling up and leaned into his arms, his voice couldn't hide his worry: "Lingling, what did you dream about just now?"

Chu Ling exhaled, grabbed the quilt unconsciously and said, "I...I dreamed of that idol..."

Lu Weixing frowned and said, "Is it the statue in the temple?"

"I...that idol is nothing, but in the dream it was also covered with that red hijab." Chu Ling didn't know why, subconsciously she didn't want to explain the details of the dream to Lu Weixing, he didn't want Lu Weixing I was worried about him all the time, so I vaguely said a few words.

"Maybe it's because I think about it every day and dream at night."

Lu Weixing stared at Chu Ling unblinkingly in the darkness with a pair of pitch-black eyes, as if observing whether what he said was true.

Chu Ling felt a little guilty when he saw it, so she pulled his clothes and said, "I'm really fine."

Lu Weixing lowered his head, took a deep look at Chu Ling, and finally held Chu Ling in his arms, and said softly, "A Ling, I will protect you."

When the two went to the lobby the next day, they found that there was one person missing. They had no money to buy flowers that day, and the person who stopped them with evil intentions was not there.

Xiao Lin is a person who can't keep his mouth shut by nature, he took a white bun, walked over and asked, "Brother, who is in your group?"

The man shook his head: "I don't know, he went out yesterday and never came back."

Xiao Lin said: "This seems to be the first drop of blood, you are so sad."

Although in the dungeon, if you don't return overnight, it is almost equivalent to death, but there are still a few people who talk to others about the death of their teammates as straightforwardly as Xiao Lin.

The man glared at Xiao Lin, as if he was too lazy to argue with him.

Everyone else was eating in silence. At this moment, there was a burst of joy on the street.

Everyone stopped their chopsticks and rushed to the door to have a look.

I saw an eight-carried sedan chair passing by the door. The eight porters were all wearing uniform black jackets, with a big red flower tied around their waists, but they all wore wooden masks with green faces and fangs.

Not only the bearers, but everyone else also wore masks.

Walking in front is a suona player. If you want to say that the most powerful musical instrument is the suona, it is used for happy events and for funerals.

The people behind were beating gongs and drums, and there was a scene of joy and excitement, but looking at the weird masks on the faces of those people, everyone only felt a chill.

The group of people carried the sedan chair all the way westward, farther and farther away, and finally gradually disappeared from everyone's sight.

Chu Ling murmured: "That direction... seems to be the direction of the temple."

Kobayashi: "Is that the direction to the temple?"

Chu Ling nodded: "Yes, we have been there before, and that road goes all the way up to the temple."

Someone muttered strangely: "Why are you carrying the palanquin to the temple? Does the god also want to marry a wife?"

Marry a wife?

Chu Ling instantly thought of the inexplicable dream yesterday, that extremely weird dream, wasn't he also sitting in a red sedan chair in the dream?

What is the meaning of that sedan chair?

Chu Ling frowned her beautiful black eyebrows and fell into deep thought.

Lu Weixing immediately noticed that Chu Ling's expression was wrong, and quickly asked, "What's wrong with you?"

Chu Ling whispered: "I also feel that the sedan chair is a bit strange. Who is in that sedan chair? Why do you want to go in the direction of the temple?"

These questions are also what everyone wants to know, Lu Weixing frowned and looked at the direction in which the sedan chair disappeared.

Just when everyone had different thoughts about the sedan chair that appeared inexplicably, a cold female voice sounded from behind: "Yesterday, a naughty little mouse wanted to steal my flowers."

Everyone turned their heads, and saw the hostess standing behind them in the blue flower-bottomed cloth, and she was holding a bloody head in her hand. Through the blurred face, it was difficult for someone to distinguish that it seemed to be him from the night before. Unreturned teammates.

"I hate people touching my flowers the most, this damn mouse, how can I punish you..."

The hostess had a cold face, as if she was in a very bad mood. Her cold eyes swept over the crowd, and finally she smiled strangely: "Since we are about to sacrifice to the gods, let you pretend to be the bride tomorrow."

"what??"

Hearing the hostess' words, there was a sound of gasping, everyone was shocked and looked at the hostess for no reason, although they didn't know what it was to pretend to be a bride.

But everyone almost reached a consensus tacitly, that is, it is definitely not a good thing to pretend to be a bride.

"Tomorrow, the sedan chair you saw just now will stop at the gate of the yard, and one of you will be chosen to be the bride of God."

Immediately someone shouted: "No, we're not going!"

"Who the hell wants to be a bride!"

"What bride?"

The hostess said: "If you don't go, you will all die."

"Fuck you! If you die, you die first!"

Suddenly, a man took out a knife from his pocket and stabbed at the hostess, but at the moment when he rushed towards the hostess, when the point of the knife was about to touch the hostess, the head of the person rolled directly to the ground.

It was as if something in the air had cut his head off.

The hostess picked up the head on the ground, looked at the rest of the people, and seemed to be in a better mood, with a shallow smile on her face, showing a row of white teeth: "I am looking forward to tomorrow's bride."