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"Brother Tang!"

Gong Zijun roared, and the whole person bounced off the sofa. There was only such a little distance, and he could be saved——

With a "boom", countless black tentacles pierced the floor, wrapping him tightly the moment he left the sofa!

"how……"

Hearing Gong Zijun's voice, Fu Qitang turned his head slowly, but before he could see the scene in front of him clearly, the long scarlet tongue wrapped around his neck tightly with the sound of breaking wind.

Tighten, tighten again!

"what--!"

The short scream was completely blocked in the throat, the air in the lungs was lost rapidly, and a pair of pale arms stretched out from behind, embracing Fu Qitang's body as lingeringly as possible.

"Ha ha……"

The puppet's head moved closer, almost touching Fu Qitang, because the mouth was open, a lot of stinky and sticky saliva dripped on his shoulder.

"Gong Zi County..."

Fu Qitang's expression was painful and distorted, his lips wriggled with difficulty, calling Gong Zijun's name in vain.

Gong Zijun wants to rush over!

He obviously had countless ways to rush over, but at this moment, he was extremely horrified to find that he couldn't do anything.

The props that existed in the space of consciousness could not be taken out, and this body full of strength, which had been polished by countless life and death, could not break free from these damned tentacles. Originally, his mind could keep rational and calm in any desperate situation, but at this moment But completely stalled.

He wanted to tear everything in front of him, even if he pulled it with his hands and bit it with his teeth.

"Brother Tang!!"

But he couldn't even move a finger, and could only let out a howl of anger and despair.

That voice was full of pain, like hot oil boiling over a beating heart.

"Ka-ka-ka-"

There was another sound of the wall breaking, and a pair of skinny hands stretched out. They groped frantically in mid-air, and finally a few caught Fu Qitang, and then all the arms shook together, and then Pull him slowly into the darkness.

"No, I won't allow it! Come back to me!"

Gong Zijun roared, his eyes were blood red.

He has obviously grown up, and he is no longer the useless look he used to be. He has struggled countless times in the face of life and death, and killed countless people and ghosts. He should have a way, he must have a way!

He had lost him once, and suffered thousands of days and nights afterward, and would never allow anything like it to happen again.

However, he found almost desperately that there was no way.

He was trapped, and his body even shrank and became smaller, returning to the original state of weakness and inability to do anything.

I could only watch helplessly as Fu Qitang was grabbed by countless hands and dragged into the darkness bit by bit, and watched his expression change from hope to abandon.

Fu Qitang's lips moved, but no sound came out.

But Gong Zijun understood what he said.

He once said the same thing, and in the countless nights that followed, each word in the sentence repeatedly cut and stirred his heart, and finally turned it into a pool of lifeless pieces.

"I may not be able to go back."

……

"Snapped--"

The book on his lap fell to the ground, and Gong Zijun suddenly sat up from the sofa.

Fu Qitang in front of him was holding a thick roll of parchment, and said excitedly, "It's not easy, I finally found it!" Then he was stunned again, his expression became astonished and helpless, "Gong Zi Jun, are you having a nightmare?"

Is it a dream?

Gong Zijun pursed his lips, the corners of his lips were stretched into a straight line, he nodded when he was young, and said in a cold voice: "I dreamed about the past."

"Unhappy?" Fu Qitang asked cautiously, reached out and patted his shoulder tentatively, feeling the muscles under his palm tense like a stone.

Gong Zijun didn't speak, just raised his eyes and looked at him quietly, as if he wanted to engrave his safe and sound appearance in the deepest eyes at this moment, so as to comfort him.

Seeing him like this, Fu Qitang was a little uneasy.

"Shouldn't I ask?"

Gong Zijun shook his head and denied it, and suddenly said: "I was useless when I first got in the car, I could only accept everything passively, even if there were happy things, I couldn't keep them."

Halfway through the speech, he seemed to think of something, swallowed all the remaining words, and said instead, "This time the ghost has the ability to interfere with thoughts, so be careful when resting at night."

Fu Qitang nodded quickly.

He felt as if he had touched the deepest side of Gong Zijun. He knew it was inappropriate, but he still couldn't help but want to take a closer look.

But not today, at least not now.

"By the way, the puppet found this." He raised the parchment in his hand. "It should be the genealogy of the Homer family. I found something interesting. Let's take a look together?"

According to the genealogy, the Homer family made their fortune five centuries ago, and there were two stages of glory and prosperity.

One of them is that 330 years ago, there was a queen who was famous for her beauty and means in the family.The queen named Melissa brought the family to its first peak, which lasted for nearly a hundred years.

The castle was also built at that time.

However, when Melissa passed away, the family declined rapidly, and was once reduced to the point where they couldn't even hire servants.Such days lasted for about two generations, until 100 years ago, the family revived under the leadership of the new patriarch Alexander Homel, and ushered in a second peak.

"This Alexander is Old Homer's grandfather. Judging from other sources, this man's ability was very mediocre at first, until one day he found a box of gold from the basement of the castle, and used this as the principal to make a large-scale investment , and soon earn a lot of money." Fu Qitang said.

His finger clicked on the name of Alexander Homer, "What's even more powerful is that the business he invests in never loses money, even if it is a very high-risk ocean voyage, other people's ships sink, his The boat is always safe and sound."

"Find a box of gold in the basement? Did the descendants who compiled the materials look down on other people's IQ too much?" Gong Zijun smiled, "This family has been impoverished for 100 years. If there is really a box of gold in the basement, how can it be worth it?" Can wait until Alexander Homer finds out?"

"And what's more interesting is here," Fu Qitang motioned him to look down, "Since Alexander's 'touching stone into gold', the Homer family has indeed been thriving in terms of wealth, but the family population has decreased significantly."

Alexander had five children, three boys and two girls. The youngest daughter died shortly after birth, and the second son died of drowning when he was eight years old. Although the remaining three lived to adulthood, the eldest son and eldest daughter were also young. He fell ill and died one after another.

But in any case, these three adult children gave birth to eight more members of the Homer family, but in the end only one person lived to the age of 50, that is, Hyman Homer.And his brothers and sisters all fell ill and died.

The mortality rate of the next generation is even more dire.

Including the illegitimate children, Hyman Homer had four daughters and two sons, all of whom died before him without exception.And among these people, only the eldest son Gene married and had children, leaving the last member of the Homer family, Vanessa Homer.

"Even if the time goes back 200 years, the death rate is too high for a family." Fu Qitang said, "In addition, the revival of the family and the sudden decline in members almost started at the same time period, so it is not so much the family. Population decline caused by genetic diseases might as well be said to be..."

"Sacrifice. Offering family members to the devil in exchange for a lot of wealth. Although this story is clichéd, it is indeed very common." Gong Zijun said lightly.

"So the withering of the Homer family is inevitable, and family members will die one by one, which has nothing to do with Camille. Things were already doomed 100 years before she married in." Fu Qitang shook his head and sighed.

After figuring out this matter, the two originally wanted to continue digging into Alexander Homer and find out the devil who made a deal with him based on the various materials left by him, but there were too many books and materials in the library. Even though the puppet has been licking it diligently, it hasn't found a new one all afternoon.

seven o'clock.

The housekeeper appeared at the door of the library. He knocked on the door first, attracting the attention of Fu Qitang and Gong Zijun, and then said politely: "Gentlemen, dinner is ready."

"It's already so late." Through the window, Fu Qitang saw that the sky outside was already dark, and the setting sun left only a trace of red in the distance, which would soon disappear.

"Is the work going well?" asked the butler.

"It's okay, but there are too many materials here, and it's very difficult to find, which will undoubtedly affect our work progress." Fu Qitang said, he glanced at the housekeeper, and tentatively hinted, "You know, if It is impossible to write a good biography without a thorough understanding of the lives of the characters."

"I'm sorry. I'm afraid I won't be able to help, and I ask you two to work harder." The butler was unmoved at all, and said with a half-hearted smile.

When going downstairs to the restaurant, Fu Qitang caught a glimpse of an armor wearing a sword in the darkness at the corner of the stairs from the corner of his eye. He paused for a while, and asked with some doubts, "When we came up, was there any armor here?"

"No." Gong Zijun took a look, then patted a piece of plasticine the size of a soybean on the armor, "Okay, if it moves, I will receive a reminder."

"Is this also a prop?"

Gong Zijun nodded calmly, as if it was no big deal.

"I don't seem to have seen it in the store port."

"Story props." Gong Zijun raised his hand and rubbed his head, "As long as you go to enough dungeons, you can come across any strange props."

"You have to be lucky enough to get it." Fu Qitang couldn't help sighing, and once again strengthened his determination to make an excellent leg pendant.

Walking into the restaurant, Lin Fang and He Zhizhou, who are painters, were already sitting at the luxurious table. Seeing Fu Qitang coming in, He Zhizhou waved to him quickly.

"It seems that you are all right, that's great." He Zhizhou said, his eyes made contact with Gong Zijun, and then he felt a little embarrassed, "Haha, I forgot that you are with Crazy Wolf, how could something happen."

He smiled, then continued in a low voice, "Lin Fang and I saw many portraits of the members of the Homer family in the studio in the afternoon. The dates of birth and death were marked under those portraits. We found..."

"Since 100 years ago, members of this family have died at an absolutely abnormal speed?" Fu Qitang continued.

As he spoke, he pulled the chair away, but he didn't expect the chair to be surprisingly heavy, and when he pulled it for the first time, it didn't move at all.

Gong Zijun on the side smiled, pulled him away involuntarily, and made a "please" gesture.

The barrage scrolled again.

[60: Wow, is Crazy Wolf so gentlemanly and considerate? ]

[05: This is already pressing my head to let me eat candy, I will eat it, can I eat it?]

[18: Play one silently? ]

[58: Don't ask, it's so sweet and so quick to get married! ! ! ]

[39: Whenever I was sweetened to death, no mad wolf or Tangtang was innocent]

[10: It's really sweet to the point... I never thought that someone could tame a mad wolf. Xiao Fu is amazing, so I pushed it]

……

"Hey."

Sitting down as if nothing had happened, Fu Qitang reached out and waved He Zhizhou in front of him.

From just now, this person has been concentrating on watching the barrage, not even saying what he was going to say.

"So the audience likes this kind of thing, or should I find a CP too?" He Zhizhou whispered to himself, glanced at Fu Qitang, then turned back to look at Lin Fang on the other side, and finally shook his head, "No, it's not suitable .Sure enough, I still like women."

"..."

"What's the truth between you and the barrage?" Fu Qitang was helpless.

"Tsk, how can this be said to be serious, am I trying to become a popular anchor?" He Zhizhou said, scratching his head, "Since the appearance does not add points, and the strength is not outstanding, then we have to focus on other aspects Work hard!"

Regardless of whether he expressed his true feelings or deliberately put on a show in front of the audience, the final effect is remarkable.

There were many speeches from He Zhizhou's fans in the barrage. While highly praising him, he didn't forget to step on Lin Fang next to him, criticizing him for being passive in the game, and leaving all the work to He Zhizhou in the afternoon, increasing the burden on his teammates.

Fu Qitang glanced at Lin Fang, thinking that this person probably really gave up.

"Let's get down to business." He reminded He Zhizhou.

"Oh yes. In short, this is indeed an abnormal death rate. Only one or two people in a generation survive, and the rest all die of illness. What kind of family disease is so terrible?" He Zhizhou shook his head and said, "And I found out that these people died It’s so wrong to be so young.”

Like Fu Qitang, He Zhizhou also came up with speculation about "sacrificing the lives of family members to the devil in exchange for wealth and power".

And his reasons are very good.

"The more time goes by, the more exquisite the portraits are, and there are often many portraits of a family member, from childhood to old age, which shows that the Homer family was extremely wealthy at that time. There was about a century and a half in between, Except for the patriarch, none of the other family members left any portraits, and even the portraits of the patriarch are far inferior to the previous ones in terms of size and exquisiteness. This shows that the Homer family has been at a low ebb for a century and a half.

"But in the last century, there were suddenly more portraits, and I noticed that a considerable part of the portraits were painted in the same year. The frames are more luxurious than before, so I guess Homer The Er family has revived again.

"Combined with the death pattern of family members, I can only think that someone made a deal with an evil spirit."

It has to be said that He Zhizhou's reasoning and guessing are well-founded, and Fu Qitang can't help but look at him differently.Then he told him about Alexander Homer.

"In that case, this Alexander is definitely the key. We have to find out the evil spirit who made a deal with him." He Zhizhou said, because he had a clear goal, he became more determined.

While they were talking, middle-aged women and schoolgirls also came in.

They are set to be gardeners, weeding the garden under the sun all afternoon.In addition, both of them are newcomers, and while working, they have to worry about whether ghosts will suddenly appear, which is really exhausting physically and mentally.

"I haven't found anything here, I'm just busy working." The middle-aged woman said.

"Me too." The female student timidly responded, but her eyes flickered for a moment, as if hesitating, and added after a while, "But when I was resting in the middle, I saw a path behind the garden leading to a locked door. House of."

"What kind of house?" Fu Qitang asked.

"It's just an ordinary house, built with red bricks and covered with straw on the roof. I just think it's a bit strange to have a big lock on the door." The female student said uncertainly.

"Go and take a look later." Fu Qitang said, taking a look at Gong Zijun.

The latter leaned back in the chair, put one hand on the table, and tapped his fingers on the table regularly, before he let out a lazily "hmm" after a few seconds.

After a while, footsteps were heard in the corridor, and the man in the suit who was the "architect" and the fitness trainer finally came back.

"Damn it, didn't you say that you are in the renovation business? Why can't you fix even a handrail?" The fitness trainer sat down cursingly and stared at the man in the suit.

The man in the suit looked helpless, "Brother, I said that I sell decoration materials, what does this have to do with whether I can repair the handrail?" He spread his hands as he spoke, obviously very helpless.

"You know everything, you know more about this industry than I do, but in the end, you're not as good as me when it comes to hands-on work. What's the use of you?"

"Yes, yes, you have worked hard." The man in the suit had to whisper.

Like the middle-aged woman, their group didn't gain much.

Because they were intimidated by the strength shown by the housekeeper before, neither of them dared to be reckless anymore, so they had to work honestly.

But one of them is selling building materials, the other is sweating in the gym, and neither of them can repair the roof.

They spent the whole afternoon in a daze until the housekeeper asked them to eat. The two were about to come to the restaurant, but the housekeeper suddenly asked about the broken stair railing.

Naturally, the handrail was not repaired, and the two of them didn't even think about it.

However, being stared at by the housekeeper, the two had no choice but to repair immediately, scratching their heads and ears.

In the end, the man in the suit found a wire and managed to fix the broken part again.

"It's all your fault. You said you can't walk well. Why do you have to break that armrest with your hands? Is it sick?!" The fitness instructor became more and more angry, and turned his head to spread fire on the female student body.

"Yes, sorry!"

"I'm sorry for the ass, do you know how nervous I was when I was stared at by that dead face all the time, and I had to find a way to fix that shit? If it weren't for you, I would have suffered this? Tell me, are you going to How do you compensate me?" The fitness instructor said, looking lewdly at the female student.

"I don't think you look very good. You have no breasts, no butt, and your teeth hurt when you eat it. Tsk, have you ever slept with a man?"

The female student was ashamed and angry, and looked like she was about to cry.

"You! I'm not..."

"What, aren't you married? Damn, I'm still at a loss!"

The fitness coach was angry from the heart, raised his palm and slapped the table hard.

Maybe it's because the dining table has been around for a long time, and it looks extremely luxurious on the surface, but the inside has long been decayed, and a thin opening was actually cracked under a slap.

"Fuck, what quality is this!" The fitness coach stared in surprise.

The middle-aged woman guarded the terrified female student behind her, and said at this time, "Can't you be more careful, and don't look where this is. Besides, you won't be the one to fix the table if it breaks."

"Hey, what are you talking about, old man?!"

"Am I wrong? If you don't repair it, do you expect writers, painters or gardeners to repair it?" The middle-aged woman confronted him.

At this time, another series of footsteps came.

The butler appeared at the door of the restaurant with three maids.

Dinner dishes are quite rich.There’s roast veal tenderloin with arugula, creamy mushroom stew, gratin potatoes, gratin asparagus and nachos, as well as green asparagus bisque with croutons and some sweet and refreshing salads.

After the maid briskly filled the table with exquisite plates, she left with the same expressionless expression as when she came.

"They are all simple dishes. I hope they can dispel the exhaustion from your hard work today." The butler bowed slightly, but his tone was meaningful.

"It's already very rich, thank you for the hospitality." Fu Qitang said, "By the way, won't Miss Vanessa come down to eat?"

"The hostess has already eaten in her bedroom. If there are no accidents, maybe you will see her tomorrow morning." The housekeeper said, "Then I won't disturb you for dinner. If you need me, shake Just ring the bell."

After the butler left, there was finally an atmosphere of dining in the restaurant.

"Hmm!" After taking a bite of the well-roasted calf tenderloin, the man in the suit stared wide-eyed and said vaguely, "Try it quickly, it's too delicious!" He said and stuffed another piece into his mouth.

The middle-aged woman hesitated for a moment, wondering if the food in this dungeon could be eaten?What if, like in the novels she read before, the name is roast beef but actually roast human flesh?Therefore, he looked at Fu Qitang and the others with hesitation.

Although the train will kill players every time, except for special copies, it will not tamper with food and drinking water. Perhaps it is out of "visibility" considerations, after all, this is a live broadcast.

So He Zhizhou said: "Eat it with confidence." He took a spoonful of soup and put it into his mouth, his eyes lit up, "It tastes really good."

Fu Qitang next to him nodded silently, eating very satisfied.

Taking advantage of this time, Gong Zijun said that ghosts may guide and manipulate the player's spirit. As a reminder, he just skipped the section about having nightmares.

"This skill is relatively common, but it's not very easy to deal with." He Zhizhou said.

Living in the infinite cycle of terror, it is inevitable for everyone to accumulate a lot of negative emotions in their hearts, especially those who are experienced.

Ghosts guide, amplify, and then manipulate these dark emotions, and use them to corrupt and disintegrate the player's spirit and will, and even control the player's body, which is indeed a common method in the dungeon world.

Eating is always a joyful thing. After eating for a while, the atmosphere on the dining table is obviously relaxed, ushering in a very short-lived warmth and enthusiasm, as if everyone is in a well-decorated restaurant with exquisite food. The restaurant, not the copy world that may die at any time.

"...I have to say that the meat is grilled just right. It tastes rich in oil but not greasy at all. It is very tasty. The sauce is not heavy and will not cover the original aroma of the meat..."

He Zhizhou simply started eating and broadcasting on the spur of the moment, racking his brains to describe the texture and taste of food to the audience, causing the barrage to cry.

"If it wasn't for death, I would have stayed a few more days just for this dish." The man in the suit smacked his lips and said, "The last time I ate such a delicious dish was on my girlfriend's birthday, and it took me a whole month. Salary! I treat her too well!"

"Then she should wait for you to get off the car?"

"Who knows?" The man in the suit shook his head, and the ingratiating smile that had been on his face since entering the dungeon became bitter, "I don't even know if I can go back alive, and I won't be able to control her in the future."

While he was talking, he suddenly caught a glimpse of the fitness trainer next to him turning his head slowly from the corner of his eye. His face was flushed, the veins on his forehead were twitching, and his two eyeballs almost popped out of their sockets, staring at him fiercely.

"I didn't say anything, brother Wang, why do you think so...?"

Before he finished speaking, the man in the suit suddenly realized——

The fitness trainer didn't look like he was glaring at him, but as if an invisible hand was ruthlessly choking his neck and snapping his entire head back!

"Ho ho—!"

The fitness trainer struggled to squeeze out a few broken syllables from his throat. His muscles were tense, his whole face was bruised from suffocation, and the bulging veins on his neck were about to explode.

"Brother Wang!" The man in the suit screamed, and dropped the spoon in his hand into the soup bowl.

Looking at the scene in front of him, he felt chills all over his body, and a kind of extreme terror welled up in his heart, completely occupying his brain. He couldn't even move a finger, and could only sit on the seat trembling.

A few seconds later, a crisp sound finally came from his ear.

"Crack-"

It was the sound of a broken neck.

The body of the fitness trainer was still sitting at the dining table, with a knife and fork in his hand, but his neck was twisted 180 degrees, his face was facing behind him, and he glared at the mural on the dining room wall.

"...Is he dead?" He Zhizhou asked blankly.

It all happened so fast that he didn't even realize what happened just now.

"Well, he's dead." Lin Fang said flatly.

As soon as the voice fell, the clock in the restaurant rang.

It's nine o'clock.

2 people died in Nightmare Castle, and there are currently 7 surviving players.

[36: Why did he die like this? ! ]

[50: Ghost, ghost, ghost!Am I blind!Or is it that ghosts can kill people across the air this time?It's hard to guard against, how can you play this! ]

[19: Fuck, fuck, really scared me to death!It was so sudden, what the hell is going on! ]

The bullet screen was in an uproar.

"What's going on?!" He Zhizhou asked, the shock and panic still lingering on his face.

He had experienced eight dungeons before, but for the first time he felt that this ghost was different from before.

It kills two players in a row without showing up, and it seems to be erratic.

"I don't know..." The man in the suit was so frightened that his legs were trembling, he said tremblingly, "I was talking just now when I suddenly realized that Brother Wang turned his head to stare at me, so I turned to look at him, and then I realized He seemed to be strangled by something, and his head was twisted back hard..."

"It's indeed a broken neck." Fu Qitang walked over to have a look, and found that the flesh on the fitness trainer's neck was twisted into a twisted shape. He couldn't help frowning, "Who noticed what he was doing before?"

"Nothing, just eating normally." The middle-aged woman shook her head and pointed at the man in the suit. "He was talking about his girlfriend, and the man turned his head. I thought he was going to talk to him, but I didn't expect..."

Out of prudent considerations, she and the female students did not sit on the side with the men during the meal, but chose to sit opposite, so that they could see the actions of the fitness trainer clearly.

Eating normally, then turning his head and dying, this way of dying is simply inexplicable.

Who to talk to?

Isn't the ghost playing out of routine this time?Fu Qitang was at a loss.

On the contrary, Gong Zijun, who was sitting next to him, ate the last bite of food on the plate unaffected, picked up the napkin and wiped his mouth gracefully, then walked behind the fitness trainer, following his straight gaze Looking towards the wall of the restaurant.

There is a relief there.

Because the light in the restaurant is dim, only a row of silver carved candlesticks are placed in the middle of the dining table for lighting. In addition, the dining table is located in the middle of the room, far away from the walls on both sides, so no one noticed this at first. presence of relief.

But even if you find it, you will probably think it is the decoration of the restaurant.

After all, isn't it normal for this kind of castle to have reliefs on the walls?

Fu Qitang took a candlestick and came over, and as the flickering candle approached, the whole picture of the relief immediately appeared in front of everyone.

The holy and radiant Virgin looked down at the child in her arms lovingly. The young child was naughty and lively, trying to escape from the mother's arms, and did not forget to look back to observe the mother's reaction.

However, as the candlelight moves down, the player is horrified to find a hand of the Virgin suddenly appearing on the child's neck, with five fingers in the shape of claws, and the veins on the back of the hand are bulging, obviously using great strength.

She is murdering her own children!

This turned out to be a picture of the Virgin Mary killing her child!

"It's kind of scary."

Exchanged a look with Gong Zijun, Fu Qitang said, then held up the candlestick and continued to shine to the side, but there was nothing there.

"So the content of the relief is a reminder? The Virgin strangled her own child, so once someone sits in front of this relief, they will die in the same way." He Zhizhou swallowed, secretly startled.

Among the paintings I saw in the studio in the afternoon, apart from the portraits of the members of the Homer family, there were some works similar in style and content to this relief.

If ghosts really kill people according to this law, wouldn't they be jumping back and forth on the verge of death?

And in this case, the difficulty of this dungeon suddenly rose to a terrifying level.

After all, in this kind of castle, there must be a lot of decorations with expressive content, and players must spend a lot of effort to distinguish them one by one, and then make sure that they will not accidentally appear in a deadly work before.

"Then we have to avoid any decorations in this castle that have the 'meaning of death'." The middle-aged woman said with a look of embarrassment, obviously she also realized that this was an almost impossible task.

"I didn't say that." Gong Zijun said lazily with one hand in his pocket.

Except for Fu Qitang, everyone else was taken aback.

"Oh, he means you don't think it's weird that there's only one relief on the whole wall?"

Fu Qitang came back holding the candlestick. While everyone was talking, he quickly checked the walls on both sides of the restaurant, and made sure that only the position facing the fitness coach had reliefs.

"Generally speaking, this kind of relief should be a group, right?" Fu Qitang said as he put the candlestick back on the dining table.

He walked too hastily just now, and a few drops of wax oil accidentally dripped on the back of his hand, which burned a little.

Everyone: "..."

Not only can't understand the meaning of Mad Wolf, but now even Fu Qitang can't understand the meaning.

Fu Qitang smiled when he saw this, and explained: "I guess when we first came in, there were no reliefs here, and the reliefs only appeared after people died."

Gong Zijun squinted his eyes and nodded slightly, with a cheerful and light voice: "That's right."

"So, it's not the content of the relief that hints at how the ghost will kill, but the ghost kills first, and then produces a relief with a similar content?" He Zhizhou became more and more confused, "What is this all about? What is the law of ghost killing? ?”

Fu Qitang shrugged his shoulders, saying that he was not clear about this question for the time being.

Everyone's eyes fell on Gong Zijun unanimously.

However, at this moment, there was a long "squeak" from the door of the restaurant, and the butler appeared at the door again.

"Have you finished your meal? Is the food satisfactory?" He asked coldly with a smirk on his face.

"Thanks for the hospitality, it's very rich." Fu Qitang responded with his not-so-superb acting skills.

"I heard some small accidents at the door, so I came in to have a look—oh, poor architect." The butler shook his head slightly, as if he really couldn't bear it, but the corners of his mouth were raised brightly , with a happy expression, "It seems that his work did not satisfy the heroic spirit of the ancestors. I have already said that lazy people will not end well!"

[11: I see!Ghosts use work attitude and work efficiency as the basis for killing people!I followed this group in the afternoon, and said it was repairing the roof, but the fitness trainer was so busy fishing, he didn’t even pick up a brick]

[30: Isn't the man in the suit a team with him? Could it be that the man in the suit is working hard?Why not kill the man in the suit? ]

[51: Because their identities are set as 'architects' and 'apprentices'!Of course, kill the teacher first]

[49: What about the yellow hair that died at the beginning? ]

[16: emmmmm maybe his game attitude is free and loose? ]

[31: That Lin Fang...]

[28: Although, the ghost this time is too scary. If you don’t work hard, you will die. Then I go to work to catch fish...]

[34: You want to behead, hee hee]

[05: I'll go, that's terrible.Crazy Wolf and Xiao Fu are better off, writers can write something casually, and the rest of them are going to die?That student girl probably doesn't know how to garden, right? ]

……

Seeing the discussion on the barrage, the expressions of the man in suit, He Zhizhou and the middle-aged woman suddenly became very ugly.

If it is true what the barrage said, then their situation is indeed very dangerous.

The man in the suit can't repair and rebuild houses, He Zhizhou can't repaint, and the middle-aged woman doesn't know much about gardening.

On the contrary, the female student whispered, "I major in garden design."

The barrage paused for a moment, and then they all said that they didn't expect it. It's really another village. Congratulations to the student girl for her successful life extension.

Then, the housekeeper rang the bell to call the maid, and the maid carried away the body of the fitness trainer with a blank expression just like when she collected Huang Mao's body in the morning.

"Then please go back to your room and rest as soon as possible. After all, you will be working energetically tomorrow." The housekeeper said meaningfully.

The players' rooms are on the second floor of the castle, and two people share one room according to their identities.

As a student of the writer, Fu Qitang was naturally assigned to the same room as Gong Zijun.

Turning around in the room, pushing the wooden window open, the starlight outside suddenly fell in, pale and clear.

After admiring alone for a while, he turned his head and saw that Gong Zijun had lifted the bed curtain carelessly, sitting on the bed and flipping through a book, Fu Qitang walked over pretending not to care, coughed lightly, "What are you looking at?"

"I just took it from over there." Gong Zijun showed him two pages, all of which were mosaics, "There are no extra clues - the train is too lazy to translate these."

"Then you still enjoy watching it?"