Jian Zun, your sword spirit is the villain!
Chapter 54 The Study Room
Everyone followed Mei Yue and Yu Ba to go in together, but in the blink of an eye, both of them disappeared, and they didn't dare to act rashly, they just walked around the house briefly.
There was nothing unusual at first, and they didn't even touch those dark rooms, so they were very cautious.
But just half a quarter of an hour ago, the door of the bedroom in the west wing suddenly opened, and several tentacles grew out of it, like a giant with its tongue rolling out, and swallowed the people in front of the door.
The four of Jiang Momo were far away from each other, so they survived.
"I can't wait to arrest people." Chu Lanyin could probably figure out what the house was thinking.
In his place, the prey was delivered to his mouth and he was still strolling around the door, which was really a test of endurance.
This house spirit is different from Qi spirit. Since Chu Lan can't control them, if they really want to press her, they can choose to keep their mouths shut.
From the previous conversation between the two spirit creatures, it can be speculated that the two houses can choose the way to divide the prey, so there is probably no way for them to communicate with each other.
"Well, little Pu'er and I will go to the study." Chu Lanyin pondered for a while, and said to Cangshan: "How about you go to the west wing?"
Cangshan also agrees with this arrangement.
Most of the players who thought they were going through the infinite flow were newcomers, and it was not easy not to cause trouble. Although the ghosts were strong, they only had one person and one cat, and their spells were mostly aimed at ghosts, and they were also restrained a lot in obstacles.
Because Chulan and Cangshan still use bamboo balls as the medium of communication, they decide to split up.
Chu Lanyin led Li Pu'er to the bedroom in the west wing, and Cangshan and Song Xingbei to the study.
Liu Yunshang thought about it for a while, and decided to go to the study by herself, and sent Liu Fengmiao to accompany Jian Ling to the study.
Anyone with a discerning eye can see that the key to this house lies in those two rooms.
These monks had to go in person, and the rest did not dare to be left in this spooky courtyard, so they could only grit their teeth and follow.
Yu Ba naturally followed the Ming Shi, and with him taking the lead, the remaining four people also stood by his side regardless of an even split.
After all, with ghost envoys and cultivator Mu Linggen around, they are more reliable than the blind man and the young man.
Jiang Momo saw that the blindfolded young man was about to abduct a young boy to the bedroom, and wondered how they had assigned this result.
After hesitating for a moment, he stopped him and said, "Well, why don't we stay together, let's come one by one."
Chu Lanyin turned her head and smiled at her, and said, "No need, I have pretty sharp teeth."
Jiang Momo: "Huh?"
Li Pu'er vaguely understood what Chu Lanyin said, and asked curiously, "Elder Chu, what about me?"
"Snacks." Chu Lanyin said with a smile: "Snacks are very popular. We probably bought sweet cakes to give away big bones. Let's see if they are lucky enough to eat them."
The bedroom in the west wing is separated from the study by a small courtyard, in which a poplar tree is propped up.
The poplar is so tall and strong that the leaves on the side are as big as a man's palm, and the broad crown almost climbs over the eaves of the wall, making the already not very bright sky darker and darker.
But it is not completely covered, there is still a bit of hazy white halo of moonlight between the leaves, like a thick fog, which cannot give people courage, but makes people suspect that there is something floating in the fog .
As the old saying goes, don't plant mulberries in the front, don't plant willows in the back, and don't plant ghosts in the courtyard.
This "ghost clapping hands" is Yang. Because the leaves are too thick, after a gust of wind, when the leaves touch each other, it sounds like children clapping hands.
Accompanied by the ups and downs of the fog, it really makes people think about it, as if in this square inch courtyard, a group of invisible ghosts are clapping and laughing.
Liu Yunshang's expression was as usual. As for ghosts, she had seen many ghosts. The ghost officials of the underworld dealt with these things every day, and they could strangle the necks of fierce ghosts while chatting.
But Jiang Momo beside her was already too scared to walk, his face was so pale that there was no trace of blood.
Liu Yunshang sighed, remembering that the maid who insisted on going to the battlefield with her back then was so scared when she saw a dead person for the first time.
She patted Jiang Momo's shoulder, but almost knocked the girl to the ground.
Jiang Momo supported Liu Yunshang's arm, his calf was trembling, and he tried to breathe in: "The horror dungeon is well-deserved of its reputation. My first dungeon is script killing, it's not so exciting!"
"Calm down." Liu Yunshang said in a low voice: "Don't touch things randomly, be smart, at this time, it's better to rely on others than yourself."
After saying that, she turned around and pushed open the door of the study with one palm.
Almost all the remaining living people were in front of the study door, and when the wooden door opened, everyone was ready to run away.
However, this time, there were no evil tentacles randomly grabbing people, and the room was quiet, as if it was just an ordinary study in the middle of the night.
There are neat books on a wooden shelf in a cabinet, and the sandalwood table and Duobao Pavilion are all available.
If there is a slight difference, there is a small partition where the couch should have been placed.
There is no beauty couch, and a piece of white Xuan Xuan hangs from the beam, like a white drill hanging down, floating in this small place.
Because of the way the paintings are hung, the study looks like a studio.
Song Xingbei is not a native of Taihui either. Although he once took on the task of repairing □□, due to the relationship between the tasks, the relevant memories will be temporarily sealed.
It took him a lot of effort to get used to floating, let alone this terrifying atmosphere.
In such a special scene, either the protagonist will come to break through, or the cannon fodder will fill it in. It is the Dao of Destiny and the Dao of the Common People who are responsible for it, so it is his turn.
He thought to himself: No, no, calm down, think about the guidance and suggestions in the manual.
But in such a situation, he racked his brains and didn't think of the emergency guidance terms in the training manual.
I only vaguely remember that there is a method about the emergency conversion of data in the mall, but I can't remember the specific content.
At this moment, the monk from the wood spirit root walked up to him and said in a low voice: "If you encounter a closed space and the signal is interrupted, you can switch to the simple mode of the mall, enter the numbered password, and press and hold the red screen to switch to the backstage of the general warehouse. That approach doesn't work here."
Song Xingbei turned his head suddenly, and stared at the other party with rounded eyes.
"Hush." Cangshan introduced: "The former number is A999, Cangsheng Dao, thank Cangshan."
Song Xingbei reflexively said: "Number H40349034985034349, Dao Jinghong, Song Zhuo."
"...There is no streamlined number yet."
Xie Cangshan sighed, "It's getting longer and longer."
And Song Zhuo, whose alias was Song Xingbei, hadn't recovered from the surprise of the big boss standing in front of him alive.
He slipped out his own number for some reason, his whole body was in a bad mood, and he stammered: "Senior, why--"
"Not alive." Xie Cangshan said: "It's so cold, this is my last wish, and you can also see it as a set of my data leftovers."
Hearing his words, Song Xingbei was taken aback for a while.
Such an understatement, it seems that it is just a simple set of codes.
"Make a report on Chuanshuju's recent situation and your situation." Xie Cangshan said seriously without giving him too much time to react.
Song Xingbei almost subconsciously wanted to stand in a military posture and salute, and then stayed where he was after answering.
Xie Cangshan walked a few steps, turned around and asked, "Aren't you going to come and see?"
Song Xingbei's face collapsed, and he thought to himself: It's over, he forgot that Cang Sheng Dao is a monster who can write records and analyze cases at the same time when the sky is full of bullets or fire!
He calmed down, forced himself to focus on two things, followed Senior Xie a few steps, and glanced at the few white announcements.
"This--"
If he hadn't been floating and unable to touch the ground now, his legs should have been a little weak, but unfortunately, he was frightened by a long string of garbled characters on the report, and one of them was scrapped.
"Ah! What is this!"
Someone screamed out.
Jiang Momo covered her mouth tightly, not daring to look at the painting on the white paper anymore, even Yu Ba took a few big steps backwards.
Liu Yunshang frowned, and said to the only monk who was not scared back: "What do you think?"
Cangshan said: "It's an organ."
The white Xuanshanging above the beams depict portraits, old and young, men and women, using a very traditional ancient meticulous painting method, the clothes are brightly colored, the hair on the temples is fine, the corners of the eyes are fine, and the lip lines are detailed They are all so detailed that they can almost be fake.
But the depiction of their eyes is very abnormal.
The eyeballs of all the characters are slanted to the upper right, and it is not to the extent of ordinary squinting, but the whole eyeball is almost deep into the corner of the eye.
The few people who happened to be standing on the right stood upside down with cold hair behind their backs, and quickly moved away.
Liu Yunshang has dealt with ghosts a lot, and these weird things can't scare her, but they also give her a headache.
Usually such mysterious things appear, which means that the ghost is very intelligent, and will set up tricks such as ghosts hitting walls, etc., and cannot be caught directly.
The Song Xing cup slowly floated over, and said in a low voice: "Senior, look at these things, they really have the taste of infinite flow, the person who tampered with me is probably Taiyi's subordinates, I'm afraid It’s not about stealing the data of these things.”
He said anxiously: "They want to repeat Taiyi's operation in Taihui. I can't contact Chuanshuju now, but what should I do?"
"Catch one first." Xie Cangshan replied.
Good guy.Song Xingbei clicked his tongue, senior, don't you think tamperers who can take away the aura of supporting roles are very dangerous?If you can't reach S-level, you can still have A-level. Isn't it too random for you to grab one?
Xie Cangshan put a little on the bamboo ball in his ear.
Chu Lanyin's voice came from the other end: "Hey, hey, here."
"Lan Yin, there are six paintings hanging in the study, the paintings are not good, and the eyes are all facing the right, how about your side?"
Is it a matter of poor drawing?
Liu Yunshang raised her eyebrows, thinking that this person could speak quite well.
There seems to be something wrong with Chu Lanyin, and there are all kinds of messy voices.
"This is my bedroom. It's very messy. There are everything, bottles, cans, wooden boxes, knives and shovels. I suspect that this person has moved all the sundries in the house."
"Elder Chu..."
Li Pu'er kicked a ghost and howled loudly: "The important point! Say the important point!!"
"Oh, there are still some ghosts." Chu Lanyin said: "As soon as you come in, you close the door, and then start ghosting. There are too many varieties to tell, and there are still on the ground—hey, can you hear me, Lao Cang?" ? A wooden fork?"
Chu Lanyin took off the bamboo ball in her ear, sighed, and said, "It doesn't seem to work."
"Don't come out!" Li Pu'er swung the long sword in his hand and split a water ghost.
The people hiding in the spirit screen behind him kept yelling, and one of them was about to rush out to help, but halfway through the rush, he couldn't move, and retracted into the spirit screen again.
Even the bamboo ball communication didn't work, Chu Lan was in a bad mood.
But what made him even worse was yet to come.
"Elder Chu, be careful!" Li Pu'er turned around, his pupils shrank, and shouted.
It was too late and then too fast, a gust of wind whizzed by!
A group of ghosts in white clothes floated past the beams of the house, and the wind from the hem of the clothes swept across the sword spirit's arm fiercely. The bamboo ball couldn't withstand the wind, and fell into the rising black water with a "boom" .
Chu Lanyin: "..."
He blinked, looked down at the sound transmission bamboo ball that had disappeared, and fell silent.
The sword spirit turned its back to everyone, and the bystanders didn't know what was wrong with the blind monk. When they were sweating, they saw Chu Lan floating on the spot with a flick of his robe, and approached the group of hanged ghosts in white just now. .
Li Pu'er gasped, took a step back, and entered the spirit screen.
"Little fairy, you are..."
Someone who was caught in before asked in fear.
"It's okay." Li Pu'er meditated cross-legged:
"The elder is angry, and the consequences are serious."
Chu Lanyin, who was floating in the air, accurately caught the ghost that threw his bamboo ball away.
He grabbed the opponent by the throat, exerted strength with his hands, and said with a smile, "You are the only one who can float? Come, show me another one."
At this moment, there was a creaking sound from the door that was still tightly closed just now.
Cang Shan stepped over the threshold and said, "What happened?"
The author has something to say:
Hanged ghost: ? ? ? ? ? ? ?
Phantom: pretending that the monk is my ghost-born Waterloo QAQ
There was nothing unusual at first, and they didn't even touch those dark rooms, so they were very cautious.
But just half a quarter of an hour ago, the door of the bedroom in the west wing suddenly opened, and several tentacles grew out of it, like a giant with its tongue rolling out, and swallowed the people in front of the door.
The four of Jiang Momo were far away from each other, so they survived.
"I can't wait to arrest people." Chu Lanyin could probably figure out what the house was thinking.
In his place, the prey was delivered to his mouth and he was still strolling around the door, which was really a test of endurance.
This house spirit is different from Qi spirit. Since Chu Lan can't control them, if they really want to press her, they can choose to keep their mouths shut.
From the previous conversation between the two spirit creatures, it can be speculated that the two houses can choose the way to divide the prey, so there is probably no way for them to communicate with each other.
"Well, little Pu'er and I will go to the study." Chu Lanyin pondered for a while, and said to Cangshan: "How about you go to the west wing?"
Cangshan also agrees with this arrangement.
Most of the players who thought they were going through the infinite flow were newcomers, and it was not easy not to cause trouble. Although the ghosts were strong, they only had one person and one cat, and their spells were mostly aimed at ghosts, and they were also restrained a lot in obstacles.
Because Chulan and Cangshan still use bamboo balls as the medium of communication, they decide to split up.
Chu Lanyin led Li Pu'er to the bedroom in the west wing, and Cangshan and Song Xingbei to the study.
Liu Yunshang thought about it for a while, and decided to go to the study by herself, and sent Liu Fengmiao to accompany Jian Ling to the study.
Anyone with a discerning eye can see that the key to this house lies in those two rooms.
These monks had to go in person, and the rest did not dare to be left in this spooky courtyard, so they could only grit their teeth and follow.
Yu Ba naturally followed the Ming Shi, and with him taking the lead, the remaining four people also stood by his side regardless of an even split.
After all, with ghost envoys and cultivator Mu Linggen around, they are more reliable than the blind man and the young man.
Jiang Momo saw that the blindfolded young man was about to abduct a young boy to the bedroom, and wondered how they had assigned this result.
After hesitating for a moment, he stopped him and said, "Well, why don't we stay together, let's come one by one."
Chu Lanyin turned her head and smiled at her, and said, "No need, I have pretty sharp teeth."
Jiang Momo: "Huh?"
Li Pu'er vaguely understood what Chu Lanyin said, and asked curiously, "Elder Chu, what about me?"
"Snacks." Chu Lanyin said with a smile: "Snacks are very popular. We probably bought sweet cakes to give away big bones. Let's see if they are lucky enough to eat them."
The bedroom in the west wing is separated from the study by a small courtyard, in which a poplar tree is propped up.
The poplar is so tall and strong that the leaves on the side are as big as a man's palm, and the broad crown almost climbs over the eaves of the wall, making the already not very bright sky darker and darker.
But it is not completely covered, there is still a bit of hazy white halo of moonlight between the leaves, like a thick fog, which cannot give people courage, but makes people suspect that there is something floating in the fog .
As the old saying goes, don't plant mulberries in the front, don't plant willows in the back, and don't plant ghosts in the courtyard.
This "ghost clapping hands" is Yang. Because the leaves are too thick, after a gust of wind, when the leaves touch each other, it sounds like children clapping hands.
Accompanied by the ups and downs of the fog, it really makes people think about it, as if in this square inch courtyard, a group of invisible ghosts are clapping and laughing.
Liu Yunshang's expression was as usual. As for ghosts, she had seen many ghosts. The ghost officials of the underworld dealt with these things every day, and they could strangle the necks of fierce ghosts while chatting.
But Jiang Momo beside her was already too scared to walk, his face was so pale that there was no trace of blood.
Liu Yunshang sighed, remembering that the maid who insisted on going to the battlefield with her back then was so scared when she saw a dead person for the first time.
She patted Jiang Momo's shoulder, but almost knocked the girl to the ground.
Jiang Momo supported Liu Yunshang's arm, his calf was trembling, and he tried to breathe in: "The horror dungeon is well-deserved of its reputation. My first dungeon is script killing, it's not so exciting!"
"Calm down." Liu Yunshang said in a low voice: "Don't touch things randomly, be smart, at this time, it's better to rely on others than yourself."
After saying that, she turned around and pushed open the door of the study with one palm.
Almost all the remaining living people were in front of the study door, and when the wooden door opened, everyone was ready to run away.
However, this time, there were no evil tentacles randomly grabbing people, and the room was quiet, as if it was just an ordinary study in the middle of the night.
There are neat books on a wooden shelf in a cabinet, and the sandalwood table and Duobao Pavilion are all available.
If there is a slight difference, there is a small partition where the couch should have been placed.
There is no beauty couch, and a piece of white Xuan Xuan hangs from the beam, like a white drill hanging down, floating in this small place.
Because of the way the paintings are hung, the study looks like a studio.
Song Xingbei is not a native of Taihui either. Although he once took on the task of repairing □□, due to the relationship between the tasks, the relevant memories will be temporarily sealed.
It took him a lot of effort to get used to floating, let alone this terrifying atmosphere.
In such a special scene, either the protagonist will come to break through, or the cannon fodder will fill it in. It is the Dao of Destiny and the Dao of the Common People who are responsible for it, so it is his turn.
He thought to himself: No, no, calm down, think about the guidance and suggestions in the manual.
But in such a situation, he racked his brains and didn't think of the emergency guidance terms in the training manual.
I only vaguely remember that there is a method about the emergency conversion of data in the mall, but I can't remember the specific content.
At this moment, the monk from the wood spirit root walked up to him and said in a low voice: "If you encounter a closed space and the signal is interrupted, you can switch to the simple mode of the mall, enter the numbered password, and press and hold the red screen to switch to the backstage of the general warehouse. That approach doesn't work here."
Song Xingbei turned his head suddenly, and stared at the other party with rounded eyes.
"Hush." Cangshan introduced: "The former number is A999, Cangsheng Dao, thank Cangshan."
Song Xingbei reflexively said: "Number H40349034985034349, Dao Jinghong, Song Zhuo."
"...There is no streamlined number yet."
Xie Cangshan sighed, "It's getting longer and longer."
And Song Zhuo, whose alias was Song Xingbei, hadn't recovered from the surprise of the big boss standing in front of him alive.
He slipped out his own number for some reason, his whole body was in a bad mood, and he stammered: "Senior, why--"
"Not alive." Xie Cangshan said: "It's so cold, this is my last wish, and you can also see it as a set of my data leftovers."
Hearing his words, Song Xingbei was taken aback for a while.
Such an understatement, it seems that it is just a simple set of codes.
"Make a report on Chuanshuju's recent situation and your situation." Xie Cangshan said seriously without giving him too much time to react.
Song Xingbei almost subconsciously wanted to stand in a military posture and salute, and then stayed where he was after answering.
Xie Cangshan walked a few steps, turned around and asked, "Aren't you going to come and see?"
Song Xingbei's face collapsed, and he thought to himself: It's over, he forgot that Cang Sheng Dao is a monster who can write records and analyze cases at the same time when the sky is full of bullets or fire!
He calmed down, forced himself to focus on two things, followed Senior Xie a few steps, and glanced at the few white announcements.
"This--"
If he hadn't been floating and unable to touch the ground now, his legs should have been a little weak, but unfortunately, he was frightened by a long string of garbled characters on the report, and one of them was scrapped.
"Ah! What is this!"
Someone screamed out.
Jiang Momo covered her mouth tightly, not daring to look at the painting on the white paper anymore, even Yu Ba took a few big steps backwards.
Liu Yunshang frowned, and said to the only monk who was not scared back: "What do you think?"
Cangshan said: "It's an organ."
The white Xuanshanging above the beams depict portraits, old and young, men and women, using a very traditional ancient meticulous painting method, the clothes are brightly colored, the hair on the temples is fine, the corners of the eyes are fine, and the lip lines are detailed They are all so detailed that they can almost be fake.
But the depiction of their eyes is very abnormal.
The eyeballs of all the characters are slanted to the upper right, and it is not to the extent of ordinary squinting, but the whole eyeball is almost deep into the corner of the eye.
The few people who happened to be standing on the right stood upside down with cold hair behind their backs, and quickly moved away.
Liu Yunshang has dealt with ghosts a lot, and these weird things can't scare her, but they also give her a headache.
Usually such mysterious things appear, which means that the ghost is very intelligent, and will set up tricks such as ghosts hitting walls, etc., and cannot be caught directly.
The Song Xing cup slowly floated over, and said in a low voice: "Senior, look at these things, they really have the taste of infinite flow, the person who tampered with me is probably Taiyi's subordinates, I'm afraid It’s not about stealing the data of these things.”
He said anxiously: "They want to repeat Taiyi's operation in Taihui. I can't contact Chuanshuju now, but what should I do?"
"Catch one first." Xie Cangshan replied.
Good guy.Song Xingbei clicked his tongue, senior, don't you think tamperers who can take away the aura of supporting roles are very dangerous?If you can't reach S-level, you can still have A-level. Isn't it too random for you to grab one?
Xie Cangshan put a little on the bamboo ball in his ear.
Chu Lanyin's voice came from the other end: "Hey, hey, here."
"Lan Yin, there are six paintings hanging in the study, the paintings are not good, and the eyes are all facing the right, how about your side?"
Is it a matter of poor drawing?
Liu Yunshang raised her eyebrows, thinking that this person could speak quite well.
There seems to be something wrong with Chu Lanyin, and there are all kinds of messy voices.
"This is my bedroom. It's very messy. There are everything, bottles, cans, wooden boxes, knives and shovels. I suspect that this person has moved all the sundries in the house."
"Elder Chu..."
Li Pu'er kicked a ghost and howled loudly: "The important point! Say the important point!!"
"Oh, there are still some ghosts." Chu Lanyin said: "As soon as you come in, you close the door, and then start ghosting. There are too many varieties to tell, and there are still on the ground—hey, can you hear me, Lao Cang?" ? A wooden fork?"
Chu Lanyin took off the bamboo ball in her ear, sighed, and said, "It doesn't seem to work."
"Don't come out!" Li Pu'er swung the long sword in his hand and split a water ghost.
The people hiding in the spirit screen behind him kept yelling, and one of them was about to rush out to help, but halfway through the rush, he couldn't move, and retracted into the spirit screen again.
Even the bamboo ball communication didn't work, Chu Lan was in a bad mood.
But what made him even worse was yet to come.
"Elder Chu, be careful!" Li Pu'er turned around, his pupils shrank, and shouted.
It was too late and then too fast, a gust of wind whizzed by!
A group of ghosts in white clothes floated past the beams of the house, and the wind from the hem of the clothes swept across the sword spirit's arm fiercely. The bamboo ball couldn't withstand the wind, and fell into the rising black water with a "boom" .
Chu Lanyin: "..."
He blinked, looked down at the sound transmission bamboo ball that had disappeared, and fell silent.
The sword spirit turned its back to everyone, and the bystanders didn't know what was wrong with the blind monk. When they were sweating, they saw Chu Lan floating on the spot with a flick of his robe, and approached the group of hanged ghosts in white just now. .
Li Pu'er gasped, took a step back, and entered the spirit screen.
"Little fairy, you are..."
Someone who was caught in before asked in fear.
"It's okay." Li Pu'er meditated cross-legged:
"The elder is angry, and the consequences are serious."
Chu Lanyin, who was floating in the air, accurately caught the ghost that threw his bamboo ball away.
He grabbed the opponent by the throat, exerted strength with his hands, and said with a smile, "You are the only one who can float? Come, show me another one."
At this moment, there was a creaking sound from the door that was still tightly closed just now.
Cang Shan stepped over the threshold and said, "What happened?"
The author has something to say:
Hanged ghost: ? ? ? ? ? ? ?
Phantom: pretending that the monk is my ghost-born Waterloo QAQ
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