ID number 019

Zhang Yan quickly calmed down, four against one, nothing to be afraid of.

It's just an old monster in human form, not a ghost.

Zhang Yan was about to let Zhao Yuan go up with him, when the old woman saw the altar, her eyes surrounded by messy wrinkles stared to the extreme, and her dry bark face was full of disbelief.

Then, as if he saw something terrifying suddenly, he let out an unpleasant piercing cry, and kept moving back with trembling hands and feet.

Then the old woman couldn't do it anymore. She screamed in terror and slammed into the stone wall like crazy, trying to escape from here.

"dong dong dong"

The head was smashed and the juice flowed out.

He knocked himself into a puddle of stench.

The altar was a little cold, Zhao Yuan shuddered all over, and opened his mouth: "It feels like seeing a ghost."

Chen Yang said with a difficult voice: "Maybe there really is."

Both the speaker and the listener had goosebumps.

"Then let's... let's say goodbye."

Zhao Yuan slapped his legs and knelt down in front of the altar, and kowtowed three times vigorously, his voice was clear and full of sincerity.

"The injustice has its head, and the debt has its owner. Brother Gui, we came here unintentionally, so please let us go."

"........."

Chen Yang said quietly: "There may be more than one."

"Then add me, ghost brothers..." Zhao Yuanshun continued, and then shouted in horror, "What, no, no, more than one?"

Chen Yang motioned him to look around the altar.

Zhao Yuan looked at it, but he couldn't see anything, but this only deepened his sense of fear. He trembled and kowtowed several times, talking about Tathagata Avalokitesvara, Jesus, and Jade Emperor.

Zhang Yan said with contempt: "Okay, it's okay if there are ghosts. Our mission has nothing to do with them, so they won't do anything to us."

That being said, he also bowed to the altar.

People do not blame.

Chen Yang saw the two people worshiping the altar back and forth, and an incredible idea came to his mind.

I am still afraid of ghosts.

It just seems... not as scary as before.

Otherwise, when he wanted to do that, the young man gave him a contemptuous look, and he involuntarily dismissed that idea.

Probably the other party gave him a feeling that he could crush ghosts?

Chen Yang thought about it for a while, and gave Lin Yue's mobile phone to Zhang Yan: "You take this."

"What are you doing to me with a dead person's stuff? I don't know her in the real world." Zhang Yan refused to pick it up in disgust. "Leave it here, there's no need to take it back."

Chen Yang put it on the ground.

"Hey."

Zhao Yuan tried to adjust the atmosphere, grinning his teeth and said, "As soon as the ceremony is completed, we will go back. No one knows who, why don't we leave a contact information before placing the stone pillar."

Zhang Yan took out a calfskin notepad and pen from his backpack, threw it to him and said, "Write yours."

Zhao Yuan took off the cap of the black gel pen, wrote on the notebook and said, "I'll go back to bed right away, how about you?"

Zhang Yan looked at the puddle of thick liquid beside the stone wall: "I'm outside the south gate of my brother's community."

"Then Chen Yang, where were you before you came in?" Zhao Yuan was completely relaxed now, chatting curiously.

"I felt sick to my stomach when I came in, and I was going to the hospital," Chen Yang said, "It's hard to say if my stomach still hurts when I go back."

"The stomach is hypocritical. You have to pamper it. Otherwise, it will cause death. My father fell in love with it and killed him for half his life." Zhao Yuan said angrily, and wrote down his mobile phone number, "Where are you from? My youth city."

Chen Yang and Zhang Yan were taken aback, and so were they.

The three exchanged information about the real world, only to find that they were in different districts.

Zhang Yan is in the western suburb, Zhao Yuan is in the eastern suburb, and Chen Yang is in the northern suburb.

Now one of the four remains undisclosed.

Not only Zhang Yan and Zhao Yuan wanted to know, but also Chen Yang.

And none of them came close.

The other party was breaking the shell of the milk tablet hard, and the sound made people feel toothache.

Before Chen Yang could make a sound, he was glared at by the young man, looking extremely impatient.

"You don't care where they are from, are they so short of friends?"

Chen Yang: "..." Where did this start?

Although he does lack friends.

"I think, if you don't have relatives living there, you live by yourself,"

Considering the current situation, Chen Yang calmly reasoned, but he spoke cryptically, without revealing San Lianqiao: "Then we are all from Qingcheng."

Chao Jian didn't seem to listen to anything, her dark eyes were still staring at him.

Chen Yang resisted the instinctive desire to escape, and finished the following words: "Then this is too coincidental."

Cleverly weird.

Zhao Jian smashed the twisted milk shell.

The smash was not directly in Chen Yang's direction, but he dodged reflexively.

"Hurry up and place the stone pillar!"

He growled with anger in his eyes.

In the next moment, it seemed that he was trying his best to fight against something. The blue veins on the forehead of forbearance emerged, and he clasped the crutches with trembling hands. He took a deep breath, and the mania on his face faded a lot. It depends on the timing, do you still expect to continue to form a team for the next mission?"

Chen Yang is not that naive, he just wants to have a chance to meet in the real world, and share with you the experiences and experiences of doing tasks later, which will help improve your chances of survival.

He was organizing his words, when the boy said again: "What do you have to talk about with these two ugly monsters?"

There was unabashed bewilderment and annoyance in his tone.

Zhang Yan, a social elite who stands out in the financial circle by his face: "..."

Grass Zhao Yuan: "..."

"Put it on."

Chen Yang calmed down: "I'm in charge of looking at the paintings on the clay panels, and you two are moving the stone pillars."

"Sure, no problem."

Zhao Yuan whispered to Zhang Yan: "Brother, do you think I have something to do with ugly characters?"

Zhang Yanpi smiled without a smile: "That one is sick."

Zhao Yuan rubbed his nose: "Although he called us ugly because of wrong aesthetics, you can't talk nonsense."

Zhang Yan rubbed his head with the back of his hand: "There are."

Zhao Yuan hesitated.

"I've seen the person taking the medicine, and I suspect it's for relief. Now it seems that it is true. The medicine must have been used up." Zhang Yan said, "The words on the medicine bottle are in German, and I only saw a few words. Guess it's a personality disorder."

Zhao Yuan is very interested in the knowledge blind spot: "What is that?"

"He is a dangerous person. There are many types of personality disorders. I am not sure which one he is, or many types, but I am sure that this is different from Lin Yue's mental illness. It is a real neurosis, and it may also be accompanied by depression. Most likely It appeared in infancy and has a strong dependence on drugs, so it cannot be touched in the restricted area."

Zhang Yan exhaled: "We are lucky, we have to leave when he runs out of medicine, poor people who will team up with him next time, we have to pray that he has medicine on him, it is simply flammable and explosive. "

Zhao Yuan kept quiet, and glanced at Zhang Yan, saying that others are crazy, but he himself is crazy...

"What kind of eyes do you have?" Zhang Yan noticed something, and his expression turned cold.

Zhao Yuan quickly waved his hands and shook his head. Compared with this person, he still felt that the man on crutches was a little easier to get along with.

At least the other party is not half-dark, everything is bright.

And there is Chen Yang who can restrain him.

Of the three paintings on the clay board, don't pay attention to the first two, the focus is on the third.

Chen Yang inspected it closely, and instructed Zhang Yan and Zhao Yuan to move the positions of the stone pillars to match those on the painting.

Fortunately, there are different plant totems on the stone pillars, and there are also four corners of the altar.

Otherwise it's really not a good comparison.

There are no holes in the ground, and the stone pillars stand out of thin air, as if someone is supporting them from behind.

Cloudy wind blows.

After a while, the four stone pillars were arranged as shown in the painting, but Chen Yang and the others stayed here.

They didn't go back.

Zhao Yuan's breathing became disordered, and Zhang Yan was worse than the other party. He grabbed his messy short hair and walked back and forth by the altar.

"Why didn't you respond for a long time?"

"Are all the stone pillars placed correctly?"

"I've confirmed it several times, it can't be wrong."

"Then why haven't we completed the task yet, have we missed something?"

Zhang Yan was talking there alone during the whole process, which was a little scary.

The puddle of Grandma Qi's body flowed to his feet, and when he stepped on it, his expression froze for a moment, he avoided it like the plague, and kept rubbing the soles of his shoes on the ground.

It was not enough, so he took off the shoe on that foot.

"What's going on?" Zhang Yan grabbed Zhao Yuan's collar and said sharply, "Zhao Yuan, did you accidentally touch the stone pillar?"

When Zhao Yuan heard this, he felt that he was more wronged than Dou E: "No, I stood up after setting it up, and you did the inspection."

Zhang Yan threw him away and glared at Chen Yang.

"The painting on the clay tablet is right there. I'm not mistaken. You can check it yourself."

As soon as Chen Yang's final words fell, Zhang Yanren had already passed by. He gnawed a piece of soft meat in his mouth and thought, it's come to this point, there are still changes?

Suddenly he was poked on the back, and Chen Yang's warm breath brushed over the back of his neck, and he avoided itching to the side.

"The blood of the descendants of the Yi clan." Chao Jian whispered in his ear.

Chen Yang was startled: "Ah Wu..."

Zhao Yuan, who was not far away from him, heard it and hurriedly shouted: "Ah Wu! I want Ah Wu's blood!"

Zhang Yan suddenly ran over from the clay tablet, dragged the unconscious Ah Wu and threw him on the altar.

The altar was unresponsive.

"Maybe he was cursed, and the blood was mixed with some plant juice, so it wasn't pure enough," Zhao Yuan suggested, "How about...smearing more?"

What Zhao Yuan meant was that they could smear some blood on Ah Wu's face and then wipe it on the altar.

Unexpectedly, Zhang Yan would carry Ah Wu and hit the wound on his head against the four stone pillars and the altar, blood was everywhere.

Ah Wu was covered in blood, and Zhang Yan continued to hit him.

Chen Yang's lips stretched, and he said, "Enough!"

Zhang Yan stared at him with bloodshot eyes, shocked by the evil spirit of the young man beside Chen Yang, the muscles on his face trembled, he threw away the dying Ah Wu, squeezed his neck with bloody hands, and waited to go back.

But wait, they're still here.

The three expectations were all in vain, and the joy and ease of going back all disappeared.

Zhang Yan violently kicked the steps under the altar, kicked and cursed, Zhao Yuan sat on the ground with a dull expression.

Chen Yang turned to look at the boy: "Ah Wu's blood is useless."

He only said it a second ago, and the next second there was a light voice following: "Of course it's useless."

Ah Wu didn't know when he woke up. He was lying on the altar, his chest rising and falling a little weakly.

Zhang Yan was about to rush up and kick him, but Zhao Yuan hurriedly stopped him: "Brother, calm down! If you kick him again, you will lose your temper!"

"Step aside!"

Zhang Yan cursed and pushed Zhao Yuan away vigorously, and Chen Yang went over to hold his hand.

Then, Zhang Yan was knocked down by the crutches flying from behind, and he was safe.

Chen Yang walked up to the altar, squatted in front of Ah Wu and said, "The ceremony of depriving blessings does not require the blood of the descendants of the Yi family?"

Ah Wu's breath was weak: "Yes."

"Then how..."

Ah Wu spat out a mouthful of green blood, moved her lips covered with cloudy blood clots, and slowly laughed out loud: "Because I am not a descendant of the Yi clan."

There was a dead silence in the stone room.

Ten seconds later, Zhao Yuan's confused murmur broke out: "My God."

Zhang Yan was still struggling to get up, but it seemed as if all the blood in his body had been drained, and he passed out.

Chen Yang stared at Ah Wu: "You really are not?"

Ah Wu sighed: "I've said so much, how could I lie to you about this matter, it's unnecessary."

The corner of Chen Yang's mouth was pressed down heavily.

This person knew everything, and he told it in detail and with great pain. The bystanders would not have such emotions. They all agreed that he was a descendant of the Yi clan, so they skipped the confirmation link.

Chen Yang looked at the young man under the altar before he lost control, saw him standing there on crutches, his eyes half-raised, his familiar composure contained in the violence, he calmed down a little.

"Then how do you know these things? Who are you?"

Ah Wu's eyes slowly loosened, and then focused on the opened box.

"me……"

Chen Yang followed his gaze.

Ah Wu said softly, he said that the box contained the sacred objects of the Yi clan, which had disappeared back then.

The box stayed in the soil for many years, until one day, a child named Ah Wu and his friends were digging treasures on the island, and accidentally dug it.

And he was just a wisp of thought in the box, which parasitized in the child's body uncontrollably and became the new Ah Wu.

Ah Wu knew that Mrs. Qi was in charge of the island, the daughter of the former robber leader, so he deliberately threw the box beside her bed.

There are Yi ethnic characters on the box, you can't kill her, it's not bad to let her have nightmares.

Ah Wu watched those people on the island break away from peace and tranquility, and turned into a devil selfishly. He didn't take revenge or save anyone, and regarded himself as a bystander.

The group like Chen Yang is a variable, and the reason Ah Wu plotted against them is because he doesn't want them to interfere.

Later, they found the broken stele and several sacrifices of the Yi clan. Ah Wu thought it was the guidance of the plant god.

Then follow the trend.

So Ah Wu didn't lie at this time.

He is a member of Nianshiyi clan, but this body is not, and the flowing blood is naturally useless.

Despair flooded the entire stone chamber.

It’s over.

If you go out, you will be monsters, and you can only wait for death if you stay here.

Besides, the whole island was completely changed. Even if they survived the monsters after going out, they didn't know where to find the descendants of the Yi clan.

Ah Wu who is pointed by all the information arrows is not, so who is it?

Chen Yang touched the boy's crutches: "There are so many variables, the situation has completely reversed, what should we do?"

Chao Jian adjusted her crutches and sat down against the stone wall: "I'm thinking."

Chen Yang squatted beside him, not to disturb him.

After a while, Chao Jian tapped Chen Yang's calf with a cane: "Give me the fertilizer in your pocket."

Chen Yang grabbed his pocket silently: "Are you okay?"

Chao Jian: "Not good."

"..."

Chen Yang sighed in his heart, he had a cold, he finished taking the suppressive medicine, and the mutation has worsened, it's not good.

Fortunately, the breath is not hot, and the fever has subsided.

Bowing his head to Jane and "eating", Chen Yang took out the other pocket of his coat.

Zhao Yuan moved over here, staring straight at Chen Yang... the fertilizer in his hand.

Chen Yang looked at Zhao Yuan's eyes, and knew that the curse had also broken out, that is, when Ah Wu said the blessing was going on, he was about to give the manure to the other party, when he was caught by the suddenly manic aura around him.

Chao Jian stared at Zhao Yuan gloomyly, pointed her index finger at the fertilizer in Chen Yang's hand, sneered, and paused every word: "Mine."

Zhao Yuan was so frightened by the young man's frightening eyes that he couldn't breathe.

After getting off the drugs, my strong psychological quality was distorted, and my personality changed a lot. I was no longer calm and calm. I would show any dissatisfaction and anger. Even eating alone...

So rude.

Zhao Yuan is about 1.8 meters tall. He has sound hands and feet, a strong body, loves sports, and has six-pack abs. He is afraid of someone using crutches.

It's embarrassing to say it.

Zhao Yuan stepped back a little, away from the cold and terrifying aura, and said to Chen Yang with a dry smile, "I'm not as serious as him, and I can still bear it."

Chen Yang observed Zhao Yuan carefully. Indeed, he just felt hungry and thirsty for chemical fertilizers, drooling, and everything else was fine.

This child was the last one to have an onset.

Seeing the young man concentrate on eating fertilizer, Zhao Yuan spoke to Chen Yang: "Brother, we will be hacked to death if we go out."

Chen Yang said: "Then don't go out yet."

"It's not a solution if we don't go out," Zhao Yuan said with a gloomy expression on his face, "We have exhausted all the clues we have searched, and we have to search again if we want to find the descendants of the Yi clan. I really...I can't do it... "

"My mother!" He suddenly gasped and exclaimed.

Chen Yang was also a little scared.

There is a large green patch on the altar, covering the four corners layer by layer, and the thin stems and leaves are wrapped around the four stone pillars, hanging down in a bend.

Lie there like a large character, with both hands and legs on the pillars.

It's Ah Wu.

The body mutated into a green creeper, and the Nian of the Yi clan went to nowhere.

"If you are cursed, you will die as soon as you die." Zhao Yuan said in a daze.

Chen Yang looked at the creeper, every leaf was full of strong vitality: "This place is closed, can the creeper live?"

Zhao Yuan said: "When we complete the task, maybe the altar will return to its original place."

Chen Yang pursed his lips, he and Ah Wu are not in the same world, and he will do what he promised.

"Well"

Zhang Yan woke up and saw the creeper on the altar, his expression changed drastically: "Is that Ah Wu?"

Zhao Yuan said "hmm": "It's too fast, we didn't even realize it."

Zhang Yan didn't know what stimulated him, he staggered to the boy, grabbed his sportswear, and shouted roughly, "How do you get out of here?"

Chao Jian ate the chemical fertilizer carelessly, without raising her eyelids.

Zhang Yan was still yelling, his eyes were protruding, and his expression was a little crazy that he didn't usually show: "Damn, I'm asking you something, are you deaf? You're not pretending to be dumb, and you look down on someone, tell me the overlapping Where is the point!"

Chao Jian lowered her head and licked off the last fertilizer granule from her palm. She raised her head and looked at Zhang Yan expressionlessly. After a few seconds, he smiled.

"It's been a long time since anyone dared to yell at me like that."

At that moment, Zhang Yan was shocked by a huge sense of crisis, and finally realized what he had provoked by his stupidity, and he regained his sanity, but his body was a step behind, and he didn't have time to run away.

Something swept across his line of sight, wrapped in an extremely fierce wind, and there was a piercing throbbing pain in the left side of his head.

Zhang Yan was in so much pain that he couldn't even cry out, he was in a daze.

Then again.

Accompanied by the horrifying sound of flesh and bones cracking.

Zhang Yan's head was like a heavy water bag, a hole was torn, and a stream of liquid sprayed out.

Not bright red blood.

It is a piece of green liquid, not a little red.

There was a sound of breathing in the stone room.

Like Ah Wu and Lin Yue, when they were blessed and still alive, their blood was only cloudy and not bright enough, with a little sticky, light green color.

If it is like a monster, its body is full of plant juice...

There is only one possibility.

Chen Yang stood up and said in a deep voice, "You ate..."

Zhang Yan's eyes flashed: "No!"

Still not admitting it, Chen Yang stared at him: "Is it Zhou Xiaoxiao and Huang Qing?"

Zhang Yan covered his injured head, squatted down on the ground in a dizzy state, gasping for breath and shouting, "Can't understand people's words? Did I say it!"

"Then why is your blood this color?"

"I have no idea……"

Zhang Yan suddenly convulsed, screamed in pain and crawled towards Zhao Yuan: "Help me... save..."

Zhao Yuan supported the ground with his hands, and moved back tremblingly: "Yan, brother Yan, I can't save you, I can't save... ah!"

The calf was caught, and Zhao Yuan kicked off that hand desperately in a panic.

Zhang Yan fell to his knees, like a wet rag that was wrung tightly by someone, dripping liquid dripping down, the flesh and blood on his entire face disappeared at a speed visible to the naked eye, the bones protruded, and his breathing stopped.

Zhao Yuan watched the person who saved his life mutate into a monster, died quickly, and even ate his teammates. He broke down and shouted: "Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!"

"I really don't understand, I don't understand...I don't understand..."

Zhao Yuan stared at Zhang Yan, who had only half of his body left, tears streaming down his face, and spoke incoherently: "It seems that the blessing in your body erupted later than me, and it must have happened after you brought Ah Wu to the cave. I can even bear chemical fertilizers, are you crazy to eat that? We are human! At that time, we all felt that we were going back soon, why did you do this..."

Chen Yang recalled some details after seeing Zhang Yan in the cave. Ah Wu should have discovered it a long time ago, and he must have found it ironic. This is also the human nature that has been revealed many times on the island.

"Zhang Yan eats Zhou Xiaoxiao and Huang Qing because he wants to avoid accidents before going back. He wants to be fully prepared."

Chen Yangdao: "Maybe when I ate Zhou Xiaoxiao or Huang Qing, I found that it was not human, so I went to eat the other one, and found that the other party was not human either. In the end, I had no choice, so both corpses were eaten."

"Just now he was in a hurry to go out in confusion. It was Ah Wu's rapid vegetative transformation that made him panic. To be on the safe side, he couldn't wait to eat some more."

Zhao Yuan stopped crying, feeling cold all over his body.

No wonder Zhang Yan was so anxious, and his brain was pumped. He knew that the man was crazy, but he dared to go crazy at him.

If he was sober and didn't go crazy, and didn't suffer external damage, he might be able to make it back.

They are all to blame.

The stench in the stone chamber became stronger.

Zhang Yan's human skin festered and turned into a puddle of plant juice.

"That!" Zhao Yuan stopped wiping his nose, and pointed with shaking fingers, "Yes, it's that! It's still there!"

In that puddle of juice lies a card.

It's Zhang Yan's ID number.

Chen Yang wanted to use the young man's crutches to hook, but changed his mind after peeking at his manic side face, took out the wire in his pocket and straightened it, moved closer, and slowly poked the card out.

0220115.

Starting from 0, the string of seven-digit ID numbers disappeared character by character.

Chen Yang manipulated the wire to turn the card over little by little.

The face on the back has turned into black and white, just like a posthumous photo.

Two seconds later, a burning mark began to appear on the corner of the card, which gradually expanded until it reached ashes.

Zhao Yuan swallowed a big mouthful of saliva, unable to contain his imagination: "Could it be that after death, the identity card is destroyed, and the number is still there for others to use?"

Chen Yang's eyelids twitched slightly.

Unknowingly, a cloudy wind blew up around the altar.

A circle of figures appeared again in Chen Yang's field of vision, as if silently urging them to leave, the blood on his face faded a lot.

Staying here is death, going out is also death.

No, where is wrong.

Chen Yang thought about it: "It stands to reason that at this point, there shouldn't be such a change that almost completely restarts."

Zhao Yuan hurriedly echoed: "That's right, if this is a game, the current progress is equivalent to killing the boss of this round and standing at the exit, triggering another large dungeon inexplicably, no less than starting all over again, which is too inconsistent There are rules, unless you want the player to die."

Chen Yang looked at him suddenly, with an urgent and serious expression that he had never seen before: "What did you say?"

Zhao Yuan shrank his head: "Deliberately want players..."

"front."

Zhao Yuan tentatively said, "Isn't it in compliance with the rules?"

The mood in Chen Yang's eyes kept changing: "Rules...rules..."

Zhang Yan mentioned it, and the boy also mentioned it.

Chen Yang grabbed Yuanshun's cut hair with both hands, and said those two words silently several times, a bright light flashed in his mind, and his eyes burst into a more intense light.

"Did you ever think of..."

In the middle of Zhao Yuan's words, he saw Chen Yang quickly ran to the altar, and made a sharp stroke on the palm of his hand with an iron nail.

The bright red was so eye-catching that Zhao Yuan's eyes were about to fall out.

And a normal human?

All kinds of things since going to the island exploded in front of Zhao Yuan's eyes. He understood something and was stupid.

Chen Yang pushed aside the dense creepers and dripped blood onto the altar.

No movement.

He wiped it on the stone pillar again.

Chao Jian couldn't see it and climbed onto the altar on crutches, and said in a irritated low voice: "Okay, don't wipe it off, it's not such a good thing, it's said that the bread can only make you immune, it has no other effect."

Chen Yang's mood was extremely bad, he thought he finally broke through the smoke bomb and came out of the misleading.

"Where's your blood?"

Chao Jian: "..."

Chen Yang looked at the black household in front of him, his head was swollen, and he was a little irrational: "Just bite a hole and drip a drop of blood on it."

"Are you crazy? How could my blood be useful?" Chao Jian pulled the corner of her lips helplessly, "I'm not from this world."

Speaking impatiently, he still bit his finger and squeezed out a drop of blood.

Also because of the mutation of the blessing, blood drops of not very pure color dripped onto the stone pillar.

Weirdly disappeared.

The foreground changed, Chao Jian stood at the wet intersection, smelling the exhaust of the car, and the young man who was next to his shoulder looked at me and I looked at you.

"…………"