God's way of opening infinite games

As the lights of each house are gradually extinguished, the chirping of insects and birds perched in the shadows of the woods in the distance also fades into the night.

Xun'an and the others are still trying to analyze the plot, not letting go of every detail.

The night is long and the moon is endless.

The community where Zhang Xiaoxiao lived had only one entrance and exit, so the four of them simply sat on a green bench opposite the community to collect clues.

"Does that mean that those celebrities who became unlucky after being in the same frame as her are also because of this?"

According to the clues known so far, Xun'an believes that Zhang Xiaoxiao's idea of ​​raising a kid should be correct.

From this, Mi Xiang recalled that the celebrities mentioned by Xun An who had some contact with Zhang Xiaoxiao all had to quit the entertainment industry due to various reasons.

Xun'an nodded, "People can't become fat in one go, and neither can little ghosts. Only by continuously absorbing yin or yang energy can people die due to lack of vitality. People like them have only attended once. For the people who met, Zhang Xiaoxiao only needs to use his hands and feet to make them unlucky, and he can eliminate potential competitors."

"You seem to know a lot about this kind of stuff."

Mi Xiang looked at Xun An with curiosity in his eyes.

Ordinary people may know amulets and have heard rumors and anecdotes about little ghosts, but most of them are unfounded and nonsensical stories.

But Xun An's explanation was too detailed, as if he had seen and experienced it with his own eyes, and everything was as he said.

Yin qi, yang qi, resentment and so mysterious things are taken for granted, as they should be.

"...Maybe I have played too many games of this type, and the relevant settings are almost the same, so I remember it clearly. I think this game should have similar settings, so I just said it."

Xun An heard the words, he could control himself not to use his spiritual power in front of ordinary people, but when he was addicted to the game, he forgot that their identities and thinking were fundamentally different.

In his environment, these are common sense, no one does not know.

Fortunately, Mi Xiang just mentioned it casually, without thinking deeply about it.

Wang Cheng at the side suddenly understood why he almost died in his hands when he was rescued and discovered because he had the blood of the demon cultivator inherited from his ancestors.

After being rescued by Xun An, their inhuman identities have been exposed, but none of them has the idea of ​​erasing his memory.

Because in this era of advocating science, no one will believe you even if you tell the truth, and you may even be punished by corresponding laws and regulations as a remnant of promoting feudal superstition.

Even he didn't believe that there were any ghosts and gods in the world until he knew that he had the blood of Moxiu in his body.

Bo Yu noticed Xun An's emotional changes, and a dark light flashed in his eyes.

He had a hunch that perhaps he didn't need to be soft and hard on himself, Xun An had already begun to waver in his insistence on playing this game.

"But since Zhang Xiaoxiao knew us and found out that Wang Cheng and I were following her, why didn't he just let the little ghost deal with us first? Is it really because the little ghost was full and couldn't attack us?"

But Zhang Xiaoxiao's weird smile is still fresh in Mi Xiang's memory, no matter how you look at it, it looks like a demonstration against the prey that is bound to win.

Xun An couldn't be sure about this, he could only express his own conjecture.

"The old Taoist priest can understand that Zhang Xiaoxiao is cruel and ruthless, and he also told us the formation of transcendence, which shows that he has a certain understanding of Zhang Xiaoxiao."

"It is possible that Zhang Xiaoxiao also knows the old Taoist priest, and although we are wearing our own equipment, in the eyes of the NPC, we may be wearing Taoist robes. Let Zhang Xiaoxiao think that we are here to deal with her just like the old Taoist priest."

Just like in Arnold's chapter, they are different from what the npc sees regardless of their clothing or gender.

"Even if she wants to do something, she is surrounded by residents in the villa area, and she is a public figure. Once there is a commotion and something happens, she will be the one who will be in trouble in the end."

There is another point that Xun An didn't figure out.

How did the few of them enter the reception room, which is the TV building of the provincial station, and ordinary people cannot enter without a work permit.

He didn't have any work permits on him, since he was able to stay in the reception room, it meant that he was most likely invited or recommended by someone else.

But the person they met was Zhang Xiaoxiao. Under what circumstances can a star use the reception room of the provincial TV building to receive his "guests"?

After seeing the four people, he pretended not to know them and drove them out.

Why did Zhang Xiaoxiao waste time doing these things.

"Tsk, irritable. I don't have any hints and I have to figure it out by myself."

Mi Xiang wailed and leaned on Wang Cheng, "If I guess wrong, my plot completion degree will be deducted, which is outrageous. The game planner must have grown two brains to come up with this design."

Xun An was originally thinking with his eyes down, but he couldn't help laughing at the words, and coughed a few times.

Calmly, he glanced sideways at Bo Hao, as if he wanted to see if he really had two heads.

With a smile in his eyes, full of interest and banter.

"..."

Bo Yu remained silent, just stretched out his hand to hold Xun An's hand, and kneaded his palm.

"Since we have made it clear that the target is Zhang Xiaoxiao, let's prepare the things we need first."

Xun'an stood up, looked over the forests and the villas, as if he saw Zhang Xiaoxiao who was enjoying the luck that should not belong to him.

"Zhang Xiaoxiao was able to leave calmly after using the little ghost to absorb yang energy. It is definitely not the first time she has done so. Her ability to manipulate the little ghost has reached the point of proficiency. We have to plan carefully."

Several people took a taxi again and went to Fushou Store, which specializes in selling funeral supplies.

They forgot to use the meter when they took a taxi last time, and they were in Zhang Xiaoxiao's car, so they had to accept the rip-off price that the driver casually reported.

This time Mi Xiang realized it and asked the driver to dial the meter directly.

They only have more than 400 yuan left on hand, so they have to save some money.

"We're leaving. What if one... slips away? And she may not be at home tomorrow. If she has other plans, don't we lose everyone?"

Originally, Mi Xiang and Wang Cheng planned to stay first, so as to keep an eye on Zhang Xiaoxiao and prevent her from running away.

But Xun An said no.

"I know where she's going tomorrow."

It's night now, except for the 24-hour convenience store, there are only a few dots of light in the building that stay up late and work overtime, and the surrounding shops and buildings are sunk in darkness.

The Fushou shop is often near the temple, and the driver drove them to the nearest temple and then left, but now it is midnight, and the entire street is closed for business as far as the eye can see.

"Looks like we'll have to wait until tomorrow to buy it."

Mi Xiang sighed, there wasn't even a place to rest around here, they were afraid they would have to wait all night in the open air.

"not necessarily."

They planned to try their luck and walked along the street. When they were about to turn the corner, Wang Cheng suddenly motioned everyone to look at the corner on the left.

Two bright white paper lanterns hung on both sides in front of the door, and a paper man taller than a person was leaning on the eaves of the door.

Black braids, pink cheeks, bright red mouth, and a delicate dress with black stripes on a red background.

If you ignore its slender eye sockets, there is nothing but a blank space, and it is no different from a beautiful doll.

The pale complexion was particularly permeable under the reflection of the light. When I saw it suddenly on a deserted street in the middle of the night, even a drowsy late-night overtime worker would break out in a cold sweat, and immediately sent Zhou Gong away who was about to have a dream meeting.

"Ca... scare me!"

Unprepared, Mi Xiang met the paper piercing eyes without pupils unexpectedly, almost swearing in fright.

It was pitch black all around, but this one was still open in the middle of the night, and there was such a weird paper pricked figure at the door.

Mi Xiang took a small step back behind Wangcheng to calm his frightened heart.

Xun An looked up at the signboard, "House of Rebirth".

Then he only took a symbolic look at the paper-wrapped figure before stepping into the shop.

"There is no bargaining for living things, and paper piercing is not eye-catching. What do you need?"

Sitting at the old counter was a gray-haired sixtieth old man, reading a newspaper by lighting a kerosene lamp with a sense of age.

Hearing the footsteps of Xun An and others entering the door, he didn't even raise his head, an old and hoarse voice sounded faintly.

Mi Xiang has never seen paper-made people in the real world, and all his impressions come from film and television works, but the paper-made people he has seen on TV all have pupils. Hearing what the old man said, he couldn't help asking him curiously: " Why don't you draw eyes on your paper pricks?"

The old man turned a page of the newspaper. Hearing the words, he smiled slightly, and looked up at Mi Xiang, "Because if you close your eyes, it won't be a paper-stitched person."

"..."

Mi Xiang suddenly silenced, not because he was frightened by the old man's words, but because the old man's eyes were more uncomfortable than the weird paper pierced people.

Wangcheng looked at the shopkeeper coldly, but the other party just smiled inexplicably and didn't care about Wangcheng's eyes.

"Bill, please."

During this period, Xun'an had already picked out what the old Taoist priest ordered, a large stack of gold foil paper, money and paper tied toys and clothes, and two mahogany swords.

He wandered around the store casually, and found that the store owner seemed to be well versed in this, and knew some secrets unknown to outsiders.

For example paper. Money.

There are no real ghost coins in this store, all are paper money and ingots made of gold foil.

When the world pays homage to their ancestors, they often use printed ghost coins, but in fact they cannot be conveyed to the dead souls. Only gold foil paper or gold foil ingots can be handed over to the ancestors through the offering pavilion in the underworld.

However, with the development of the times, paper offerings are basically no longer burned in the human world, and the support pavilions in the underworld have long been abandoned. If the dead souls want to survive in Fengdu City and Ghost World Fort, they all rely on themselves.

Let's talk paper.

A layman may not be able to understand it, but Xun'an can see that these paper bundles are all hand-made and painted, and the most crucial stroke will always be missing.

The reason is just as the old man said.

All the things used to control the dead, especially the paper bundles, have special meanings. Once the key parts are touched, it is equivalent to the paper bundles being endowed with souls from the dead, not only failing to bring due effects to the ancestors , on the contrary, it will damage Yinshou.

In a sense, the affairs of the dead are more complicated and unspeakable than those of the living.

"For children?"

The old man folded the newspaper, took out a black cloth bag from under the counter, and put everything Xun An had chosen into it.

Xun'an didn't say a word, and the old Taoist priest didn't say clearly who these things were for, but when he mentioned toys, and Zhang Xiaoxiao raised a little ghost, it was only for the little ghost when he was saved.

In fact, once the little ghosts are cultivated, they have already lost their conscience and pure nature, especially the little ghosts who are extremely resentful, even if they burn down the entire amusement park, it will be useless.

"It's three hundred and one in total, only cash is accepted. We are also destined, the child is greedy, you can pick something to eat and take it away, it will be counted as a good deed for the old man."

After the shopkeeper installed it, he pointed to the paper shelf behind Xun'an, signaling Xun'an to choose another one.

Xun An didn't shirk, he chose one at random, paid the money and left with the three of them.

"Such a little thing costs 300 yuan?"

The little money fan Mi Xiang felt that they had been slaughtered again, and just wanted to go back and ask the old man to issue a receipt.

Turning his head, he found that the lanterns were still hanging just now, and the shop with the paper-made people in front of the door melted into the night in the blink of an eye, and the door was closed tightly.

It's as if it never opened.