I'm jumping repeatedly in an escape game [infinite]

The trees and pavilions on the tomb are like canopies, as if sheltering the ancestors from wind and rain.

The Han family occupied a large cemetery, "It seems that the Han family used to be a common family name in the village." Lin Si stepped over all kinds of strange bones scattered on the ground, and the passing figure startled a crowd of black crows.

Ding Guang walked in front of Lin Si, clearing the way with an ax in his hand.

The cold touch touched Lin Si's ankle, and he looked down to see a skeleton white hand that came up from the ground, with some moist soil sticking to it, and it was weakly attached to Lin Si's white ankle.

"Ok?"

"What's the matter? What happened?" Ding Guang found that Lin Si hadn't followed up and turned around to ask.

Layers of low weeds cover it, and people who are farther away from Lin Si can't see what's on his feet clearly.

Lin Si lowered his head and took a look, his eyes were cold, his feet were ruthless, he just stepped on the wrist, and the bone's wrist and arm separated with a "click".

"Did it just click?"

"It's okay, maybe you heard it wrong, right? I just stumbled over it." Lin Si replied in a gentle tone, really matching the word gentle and elegant.

Lin Si didn't change his expression, he coaxed Ding Guang directly.

"Tsk tsk, tsk tsk, it looks gentle and elegant, and a gentleman is like jade, but when you pull it out, it turns out to be a ruthless white lotus." 04 was amazed, "The foot is really merciless."

Lin Si didn't say anything in his heart, and silently took off two strands of the puppet wire wrapped around his hand to control it.

The two came to the tombstone of the Han family.

The tombstone of the Han family is in a mess, and it seems that it has not been repaired for a long time, except for one case. The tombstone is brand new, as if it has never been blown by wind and rain, and there are some yellow flowers planted around it. The flowers were sent by Han Ying. are very similar.

"Han Zhu, the ancestor of the Han family, died 20 years ago at the age of eighteen. It happened that the river god was angry and there was a severe drought. There was no rain in March, and the people were in dire straits. Sacrificial to the river god, the river god is extinguished, and the rain is seen immediately, so I hereby set up a monument to commemorate Hanzhu." This stroke depicts the ignorance left by the feudalism, and this is a tragic story of a girl in her best years.

"Foolish, this is a real person, so I threw her into the river." Unexpectedly, Ding Guang had a strong sense of justice, and he was always indignant after seeing the story on the tombstone.

At the same time, the audience outside the barrage was also filled with righteous indignation.

【Oh my god, this is too cruel, a living human priest can do this. 】

【Stop it, stop it, I'm already mad. 】

[This must be a clue, even if it is this person called Han Zhu who wants to kill the person here, I think it should be taken for granted. 】

[It can only be said that we live in this era, so lucky. 】

"This incident is cruel, but it is so natural that it happened here. It can only be said that this is a tragedy of the times, a tragedy of the villagers, and a tragedy of Han Zhu himself." Lin Si sighed. Expressed like sadness and sympathy.

"But this revealed a very important piece of information. This tomb was not built 20 years ago, and there is something wrong with Han Ying who led us here."

"What's wrong? Is it just an ordinary NPC?"

Lin Si put the puppet on the tombstone, cut off a small piece of wood and pulled out the carving knife in his pocket. While carving the wood with great interest, he said to Ding Guang: "First of all, something was wrong 20 years ago. Building this There was a gap of 20 years between the tomb and the sacrificial offering. Second, I had never seen the flower sent by Han Ying along the way, but it appeared here at this moment, so Han Ying dared not come to pretend .”

Sawdust swished and fell from between his fingers, and finally a delicate and small crossbow appeared in his palm. "Is that right? Miss Han Ying who hid behind the tree and watched for so long."

With his words, the weeds behind the tree rustled.

"Who's there? Come out, I've seen you." Ding Guang approached there cautiously holding an axe.

"It's me." She poked her head out from the weed pile, her originally soft hair was messed up, and there were a few grass sticks stuck in it.

"Mr. Lin is right, I have been here before."

"Han Zhu is my cousin, and I built her tomb." She dusted off her clothes.

"The rabbit dies and the fox is sad, and we feel sorry for each other, because I am the human sacrifice this time."

"I want to cooperate with you."

Lin Si focused on the puppet in his hand, and finally wrapped the puppet silk that he took off on it. It was extremely flexible, and it was very tough when it was fiddled with.

"You say you are a sacrificial priest, is there any evidence? Why should I believe you?" Lin Si was facing Han Ying while holding the gun.

"The premise of cooperation is trust. If you tell the reason, we can discuss this cooperation."

Han Ying also knew that her identity was suddenly exposed, so she couldn't convince them.So he sighed, "Because besides me, you are also sacrifices."

"Flowers in the afternoon, thousands of cold waters, offering three animals, offering sacrifices with others, offering sacrifices to the river god, everything prospers." Lin Si sang this song in front of her.

"The prosperity of all things, the prosperity of all things, how ridiculous, the prosperity of all things is piled up with the lives of people."

At this moment, a shrill scream shattered all the peace.

"what!"

The black crows were startled up, covering the sky and the sun.

"This voice? It's the Han family!"

"Go, go quickly." Ding Guang hurriedly urged, dragging the tree as thick as a person in his hand.

Pairs of bone hands emerged from the ground behind the three of them, Lin Si withdrew his sword and put the puppet on his shoulders.

"Want to help......?" Lin Si looked back at the seat where Ding Guang was standing just now, but he passed by Lin Si like a gust of wind.

"Hurry up and leave." The wind was mixed with his voice that was gradually going away, and even a few afterimages appeared.

"This is the man with the horse, is he mighty and majestic?" 04 was stunned and said inwardly in astonishment.

"go!"

The skeletal hand chased the three of them until the last one ran out of the dense woods, as if being hindered by an invisible barrier, he stopped unhappily.

Just as Lin Si bent down and put his hands on his knees to catch his breath, the three figures rushed over in a hurry.He took a closer look, and it turned out to be the group of female players who were in charge of offering incense in the ancestral hall.

"Are you missing one person?" Lin Si turned his head and asked Du Fang, who was full of tears.

"Woooooooo, something happened to Meng Rong!"

………………

"Meng Rong, what's wrong with you? Why are you scratching your hands?" Duan Duan asked with concern.

"I don't know, maybe it's an allergy."

The ancestral hall in the village is located next to the Han family compound. The red paint is dull in color, a bit like old bloodstains.There were some fallen leaves floating at the door, and there was a clicking sound when one stepped on it. The two old lanterns were covered with thick dust, and when the door was pushed, there was a creaking sound of being in disrepair.

"Ahem, ahem, oh my god, there's so much dust."

"It's so dirty, it's not allowed to be wiped."

"Cough, cough, I said hurry up and burn the incense, after the incense is burnt, let's go."

Then there is an empty yard with two trees planted in it. At first glance, the cracked bark looks like human faces.Facing the gate is a statue of a god covered in red cloth. It is strange that the small table used for worship is full of various offerings, and incense and candles are neatly placed beside it.

"Is this the statue you are talking about?" Duan Duan coughed a few times and walked into the small table where the offering was made.

"It should be. I don't know what's hidden. The village chief warned me, so I dare not open it casually."

"Oh, don't worry about it so much, hurry up and burn incense, Duan Duan, you come first." Meng Rong refused to come in for a long time, but urged Duan Duan to burn incense first.

Duan Duan ignored her, stepped forward, knelt down, the air was filled with dust, kowtowed a few times, and respectfully offered incense.

"I'm done, you guys come." After Duan Duan knelt down, she directly gave up her seat to the next one, and the next one, Du Fang, also burned incense safely, and finally only Meng Rong was left.

She approached the small table for offerings, and took the incense that was placed on the table.

Bada—————

Listen carefully, what is the sound of dripping.

"Didn't you hear anything?" she asked suspiciously.

"You're too nervous."

"No, I didn't hear anything."

Bada—————

Meng Rong shook her head, and the voice finally disappeared. "Maybe I got it wrong."

She imitated the few people in front of her kneeling on the mat. When she bent down and kowtowed, a drop of transparent water fell directly on her neck. Rong felt nothing.

She raised her head and plugged in the incense.Her skin was so itchy, it felt like little bugs were constantly burrowing. He heard something growing under the skin, and his head felt like being hit by a sledgehammer, and he suddenly fainted.

She stared obsessively at the statue covered by the cloth, "It's a god, it's a miracle." She rushed to the statue with lightning speed and pulled the red cloth off.

"what!"

A scream broke through the sky.

"So she became like this?" Lin Si was followed by the three female players, they did not dare to face Meng Rong who was paralyzed in front of the statue.

No, that's not Meng Rong anymore, it's a petri dish for flowers.

As soon as Lin Si entered the ancestral hall, his face could not be seen clearly, and the lush flowers on the ground attracted his attention.

Han Ying also trembled her lips, "It's started, it's started, no one can escape."

A human body can be vaguely seen under the flowers. Those flowers broke through the clothes and struggled to grow out of the skin. In other situations, it can be called a tough life, but in this scene, it is only treacherous.

You can only see it by pulling up the flowers with a small wooden stick. Meng Rong's obsessive face is always frozen.

"Why does this flower look like you sent it over in the morning?" Lin Si hid on the ground and watched the petals of the flower with great interest. The flower was bright yellow, stretched and swaying in the wind.

"There are also these flowers growing in the cemetery."

"You said we were sacrifices, so is this the noon flower in that nursery rhyme?"