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[05: I will light the candles first, you can do whatever you want]

[28: How about betting how many times the mad wolf will stab this aunt?I think three knives start! ]

[44: What are the upstairs talking about?Three swords, it's too insulting to my father!One knife can't be more! ! ! ]

[02: Although, it was already cut once, so... two cuts? ]

The barrage was light and funny, but the fact is that Gong Zijun didn't even make a second cut, he just stood there expressionless, even his eyes were slightly wandering, and he wasn't looking at the round-faced aunt at all.

Until the round-faced aunt rushed to the side, and the waving kitchen knife split the air and fell, Fu Qitang sighed, and seized the opportunity to kick the aunt between the waist and abdomen, kicking her whole body away.

Since getting in the car, Fu Qitang has been in a sense of urgency at all times, and he has never wasted a single second. The rest time is basically used for training. Therefore, the ability of close combat is the best in Gongzi County. Under the guidance, great progress has been made.

Although it is still difficult to deal with experts at this stage, it is quite easy to deal with ordinary people like the round-faced lady.

The round-faced aunt was kicked a few meters and fell to the ground in embarrassment. The kitchen knife in her hand also fell out, rolling and falling into the grass on one side.

"Are you distracted?" Fu Qitang glanced at Gong Zijun, the concern between his eyebrows was not concealed at all.

He had already noticed that Gong Zijun became more and more silent after entering this dungeon. Although Gong Zijun was not a cheerful and outgoing personality before, it was especially obvious this time.

"what happened?"

Gong Zijun raised his eyes to look at Fu Qitang, the corners of his lips curled up slowly, and he shook his head, "It's okay."

"Do you look like you're okay?" Fu Qitang was dissatisfied, so he simply put his hand on his forehead to test the temperature, "No fever, no external injury... Could it be psychological trauma?"

Gong Zijun still looked at him with a smile.

Fu Qitang couldn't bear it anymore, hit him directly, and said angrily: "Gong Zijun, talk."

"Ok?"

"Don't pretend to be stupid, are you a child, and you want me to coax you."

"Are you really not kidding me?"

Fu Qitang was silent for a while, then turned his head to look at the round-faced aunt, and found that she was still lying on the ground and couldn't get up for a while, so he rubbed Gong Zijun's head like a dog, and rubbed a wolf hair chaos.

"Okay, okay, coax you, be good. Okay?"

"Perfunctory me again." Gong Zijun smiled, and continued, "I was influenced."

His tone was very flat, his expression was as usual, and there was a sense of laziness in his heart, so that Fu Qitang didn't react for a while, until Gong Zijun pulled down the neckline, revealing a blue tattoo under the collarbone Only then did Fu Qitang let out an "ah".

The color of the tattoo is already very dark, and it occupies almost half of the shoulder.

That eye seemed to be like a living thing, constantly twitching and writhing under the skin, as if trying to break free and rush out of this flesh and blood body.

"When did this happen? It was obviously not at noon yesterday..."

As soon as the words came out of his mouth, Fu Qitang immediately realized that something was wrong. He turned his head to look at Gong Zijun with a serious expression on his face: "Isn't it the moment you entered the village? It's just that you tried to cover it up during the inspection yesterday." .”

"Well," Gong Zijun nodded, "to be precise, since the first time he came out of the ancestral hall."

"Then why don't you say it?"

Gong Zijun didn't answer, just looked at him with a smile.

Fu Qitang instantly understood.

The core of this dungeon is that the ghosts are formed from negative emotions, but it is not said that they are formed from the negative emotions of the villagers of Taoyuan Village.

The train undoubtedly played another word game with the player.

Since the villagers who are at peace with the world still have malice and negative emotions that cannot be resolved, players who have experienced many life and death tests and have been struggling to survive in different supernatural films must have more and deeper negative emotions, and these emotions turned into ghosts It will also be more difficult to deal with.

In this case, Gong Zijun, who has the longest experience and experienced the most dungeons, was the first to be recruited. In the eyes of other players, he is no longer a reliable boss who can lead the team, but has become a It's an indeterminate time bomb, and at any time, ghosts may occupy the body and turn against themselves.

Taking it a step further, could it be the same for others?For example, Song Yu and Lin Fang who are also very experienced, who knows if there are tattoos on the places covered by their clothes, and will they become ghosts in the next moment?

Suspicion of each other, everyone in danger, this is undoubtedly a fatal blow to the stability of the team.

Having figured out the above, Fu Qitang couldn't help feeling annoyed, opened his mouth to scold him, but swallowed the words, and finally only stared at him, and raised his hand to touch the tattoo as if nothing. For a moment, it seems afraid of waking it up.

"Does it hurt?"

"It doesn't hurt, it's just a little annoying." Gong Zijun said, took his hand and shook it firmly, with a rare sense of helplessness in his tone, "The other thing is to try to keep a calm mind, otherwise you will always want to kill someone."

Fu Qitang unconditionally believed in Gong Zijun's strength and judgment. Since he said it's fine, it shouldn't be a big problem, so he relaxed a little, and joked: "No wonder you don't even talk about it anymore."

"Do you want to hear?" Gong Zijun raised his eyebrows when he heard the words, deliberately teasing him, his voice became very low, and the speed of speech slowed down, "If you are a dreamer, I am your dream, if you desire Wake up, I am your desire..."

"Okay, okay, okay, don't say it, stop quickly!"

Among all the coquettish words, Fu Qitang can't listen to Gong Zijun's poems the most. Every word he utters is like a butterfly, beautiful and light, with a small warm wind, which is irresistible.

Therefore, Fu Qitang's ears turned red after hearing the first two sentences, and he quickly stopped, then turned his head nonchalantly and glanced at the place where the round-faced aunt fell down, and was stunned.

Auntie is gone.

A ghost with a huge head, a thin body, and pustules all over its body appeared there at some point, with its mouth wide open, drooling at the two of them.

"She has become a ghost now," Fu Qitang said, thinking of the current situation of all villains in the village, he was startled, "What about the others?!"

"do you died?"

After another grenade exploded and the smoke cleared, Lin Fang walked up to Song Yu with the RPG in his hand, looking into the depths of the cemetery while talking.

A few minutes ago, when he and Song Yu came to the cemetery, they saw Nie Xiaolan's body nailed to a stake by a boy in a tricycle, and they immediately started fighting.

Lin Fang's RPG is powerful, and Song Mingkong's tricks are also fierce. A combination of long-range and melee combat forces the tricycle boy to flee in embarrassment.

At first he thought that Lin Fang would take Nie Xiaolan's body into consideration and would hesitate when firing, but it turns out that the body is the least important thing to the player.

Therefore, Lin Fang was relentless when outputting firepower, which can be called a floor-washing attack.

Relying on his familiarity with the terrain, the tricycle boy dodged left and right, but was soon taught by the unreasonable artillery fire that he couldn't even raise his head.

When Song Mingkong floated into the gunpowder smoke, he seized the right moment to grab the back collar of the tricycle boy and lifted him into the air, Lin Fang fired again without hesitation.

Now that the target has been trapped, as long as a grenade passes, all problems will be solved.

If not, try again.

Song Yu didn't answer. After a while, Song Mingkong floated out of the smoke, and gave Lin Fang a hard look while saying "Bah, bah, bah." The latter couldn't help feeling guilty when he saw his dirty skirt. Touched his nose.

"Hmph!" Song Mingkong snorted coldly, returned to sit on Song Yu's shoulder, and then checked his torn clothes with dissatisfaction.

"Good boy." Song Yu stretched out a finger to touch its head, then turned to Lin Fang and said, "It's dead."

Lin Fang nodded.

He and Nie Xiaolan had known each other very early, and he remembered that the death wish she wrote on the whiteboard was not to take her back to the car.

Thinking of Nie Xiaolan's vague feelings for Ji Tao.Although the rounds are different, both of them died in the same dungeon in the end, maybe they can usher in another form of reunion?

Better than dying without being able to see where he last stood.

Lin Fang felt a little sad for a moment.

"Let's go." After a short pause, Song Yu said, "There is no search value here, let's look elsewhere."

"En." Lin Fang nodded.

After the two left, among the rocks and pieces of meat on the ground, the half-exploded head of the tricycle boy suddenly moved, and then several streams of black smoke rolled out from the shattered eye sockets, entangled with each other , quickly solidified under the skull, and finally formed a shape similar to a mallet.

"..."

Bang Chui blinked his eyes, turned his head stiffly to look around, and then bouncing and chasing in the direction where Lin Fang and Song Yu left.

Carnival Eden.

"What do you mean? How could there be ghosts in the toilet?" Della looked at Mingxiu thoughtfully, with a puzzled tone.

Mingxiu didn't speak, but just looked up at her.

Only then did Della realize that her tone was a bit stiff, and quickly explained: "I mean it's impossible, why didn't I notice it when I went to the bathroom just now?"

"Maybe it's the ghost bullying the weak and fearing the strong. Brother Xiaozhou, you are stronger, so it doesn't dare to appear." Ming Xiudao pointed to the window of the bathroom and continued, "I accidentally glanced in the mirror while washing my hands, and a white ghost was lying on the ground. Outside the window, about to crawl in."

"and then?"

"I opened the door to call you, and it disappeared as soon as I turned around."

"Is that so?" Mohawk was puzzled, thinking that the ghost in this room should be hidden in the alarm clock in the attic. The strategy is clearly written. Could it be that a new design was added to the Christmas event, and the amount increased? Increase price?

He doubted it in his heart, but he didn't dare to say with certainty that Mingxiu was lying. After all, game planning is also very stupid, so it's not that he can't do such a thing.

While thinking about it, he pushed aside Mingxiu and walked inside, came to the bedside of the bathroom and looked out, "No, did you see it wrong? Maybe it's just a neighbor passing by."

Even Della couldn't listen to such a stupid speech, she rolled her eyes and said, "Please, this is the second floor, can you pass by and show me?"

Yi Wenwen and Chen Cang, who were still downstairs, heard that there was a ghost in the toilet, so they dropped what they were doing and came over.

"Chen Cang, don't come up first." Ming Xiu said.

He felt his voice tense, trembling imperceptibly.

He clenched his fist hard, and his nails sank into his palm. The tingling pain made him barely suppress his tension and fear, and continued to speak nonchalantly, "I suspect that the ghost may be in the sewer pipes on the outer wall. Go outside and have a look."

"Ah?" Chen Cang was stunned for a moment. He instinctively felt that something was wrong with his friend's state. He was about to say something, but he heard Ming Xiu's tone increased: "Stop talking nonsense, just go if you are told."

"Okay, then I'll go and have a look." Chen Cang scratched his head and said helplessly, "Xiao Ming, you are so fierce to me, so why not be gentle."

"...Understood, next time for sure." Mingxiu said sullenly.

If there is a next time.

I wish there were more.