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It's just that as soon as the vicious words fell, the old village chief seemed to have his vocal cords strangled. He opened his mouth wide and said "ho ho—" two times, then his head tilted, and his whole person looked like a hanged ghost.

Lan Qiaoyi stood not far away, and the old village head's cloudy eyes that suddenly burst out with strong resentment when he was about to die repeatedly appeared in his mind.

The thin white fingertips trembled slightly, but they were held tightly in the next second, and the slender fingers were inserted/inserted along the gap between the fingers, clinging to each other without leaving a gap.

"I'm not going to let that happen."

Chu Yue's eyes were slightly cold, and at this moment, his whole body was like an aggressive dragon, even if he gave everything he had, he still wanted to protect the treasure he cherished.

The strength of holding his palm suddenly increased, and after a long while, Lan Qiaoyi nodded slightly in response:

"...Well, I trust you."

[Target detected: Chu Yue, the favorability has reached 80%. ]

[Open side quest: Halo of Wisdom Reduction]

[PS: When the sweetheart is in danger, the always rational protagonist seems to have been lowered, desperate to save the other person.You should uphold the concept of "brother save me" and become a qualified waste cannon fodder. ]

The voice of 228 in his mind was inorganic and cold, and when the last word fell, Lan Qiaoyi shivered unconsciously.

His strange reaction was naturally noticed by Chu Yue, and the man frowned distressedly, thinking that the young man was frightened by the old village head's previous vicious curse.

"...Don't be afraid."

Accompanied by Chu Yue's suddenly softening voice, Lan Qiaoyi felt the back of his neck being kneaded a few times by the man, and the gentle and gentle force miraculously dispelled the guilt that had been condensed in his heart just now.

After releasing the task, 228 didn't say a word. It looked at the stern man with a concerned face, and then glanced at the villagers not far away with blank expressions and dark eyes, and finally remained silent.

"Jojo."

Lan Qiaoyi heard the sound and looked.

The villager named Ah Shan quietly watched him, who was blocked by Chu Yue, with a calm tone.

"Jojo, come here—"

Lan Qiaoyi's pupils shrank slightly. He watched the man's lips open and close, and he couldn't help but move his gaze to the old village chief who was pinched by the female ghost by the neck. At this time, his hands and feet were already drooping weakly, and he climbed up with a sense of horror. heart.

At this moment, Chu Yue tightened his grip.

Lan Qiaoyi was taken aback for a moment, his dense eyelashes drooping slightly, he took a deep breath, turned his head, looked directly into the man's eyes, although he was a little nervous, he still said word by word:

"I dont go."

A smile flashed across the eyes of Chu Yue who was standing beside him.

When the last word fell, it seemed that he hadn't expected that he would refuse, and a trace of surprise flashed across the face of the man with heavy eyes.

"Because you are not Ah Shan."

The small throat rolled slightly, trying to suppress the tense emotions in his heart, Lan Qiaoyi spoke again.

When seeing the old village chief almost being forced to death by the female ghost, Lan Qiaoyi thought in a daze:

Since when did I believe that he belonged to Ah Shan?

... Even the old village chief was blinded.

"Who are you?"

Chu Yue beside him frowned, feeling suspicious.

It was just beyond Lan Qiaoyi's expectation that the other party denied them.

The man raised the corners of his lips slightly, raised his eyebrows slightly, and made an expression that the dull Ah Shan would never have, but shook his head:

"I'm not Ah Shan, who else could it be?"

It seemed that he was getting impatient with the old village chief who looked like a dead thing, or he was attracted by the conversation in the courtyard.After casually throwing her subordinates aside, the female ghost let out a roar, and suddenly turned her head to look at them.

At this moment, Lan Qiaoyi inadvertently caught a glimpse of something that slipped from the old village chief's body the moment he was left behind.

When he focused his gaze, he could recognize it—it was a wooden stick.

Lan Qiao Yi Deng's heart tightened suddenly, he suddenly thought that he also had a deadwood stick in the beginning, but Ah Shan took it later.

The female ghost also turned towards him at the very beginning... No, it wasn't—

She was coming towards the man standing beside him.

At this moment, the doubts in my heart suddenly cleared to see the moon, and Lan Qiaoyi finally understood everything at this moment:

It turned out that from the beginning to the end, it was the heavy wooden stick that attracted the female ghost to attack!

After realizing this, he turned around and tugged at Chu Yue's sleeve in a panic, wanting to tell him about it.

But he was caught off guard and saw the heavy wooden stick hanging on the man's chest with a red thread in front of his clothes.

"Chu...Chu Yue."

His voice trembled a little.

"……Um?"

The unaware man turned his head and responded softly.

——But he saw the long-haired female ghost who suddenly changed direction and rushed towards him.

"When did you hang... this deadwood stick on your clothes?"

Because his back was facing the female ghost, in a panic, Lan Qiaoyi didn't hear the movement behind him, his dark eyes were fixed on the heavy wooden stick hanging in front of the man's neckline, and he asked in disbelief. road.

However, the next moment, he saw the complexion of the man in front of him change. The man embraced him with one hand and jumped to the side, and the several talisman papers in the other hand were thrown out violently at the same time.

The female ghost avoided it in time, and was fixed by two of the talisman papers, one of which happened to be right between her eyebrows.

At first, she ignored it and wanted to rush towards Chu Yue, but the moment she raised her hand, she activated one of the talisman papers attached to her body.

"Jie—"

An indistinct howl came from the female ghost's cracked black mouth. She twisted her body, trying to tear off the talisman paper that was continuously emitting black air from her body.

But the moment it touched it, it was scalded by a sudden flame and screamed again.

"—!"

At this moment, Lan Qiaoyi noticed that the figure of the goddess who was standing at the entrance of the ancestral hall from the beginning to the end moved.

She stepped forward and walked towards the direction of the female ghost, but was stopped by the expressionless Ah Shan on the way.

The woman's voice is low:

"Ashan... get out of the way."

At the same time, Lan Qiaoyi grabbed the heavy wooden stick hanging from Chu Yue's collar and threw it in the opposite direction. As expected, the female ghost was instantly attracted.

Seeing this, he confirmed the conjecture he had just made in his heart:

The heavy wooden stick was the culprit who attracted the female ghost's attention!

But when Lan Qiaoyi turned his head and wanted to tell the man beside him this fact, he saw the other man's frown tightly, his heart skipped a beat, and a bad premonition crossed his mind:

"what happened?"

Chu Yue looked thoughtfully at the female ghost who was trying to break free from the bondage of the talisman paper, and glanced across the heavy wooden stick thrown on the ground by Lan Qiaoyi not far away. After a while, he replied:

"That deadwood stick..."

"All the villagers in Zhujia Village have it." The man seemed to have thought of something, his face was a little bad, and he said again:

"Including the taskers."

Lan Qiaoyi's eyes widened in a daze, and he thought in a daze:

That's right—tomorrow is the day when Zhujiacun's sacrifice begins, and in order to select the "sacrifice", as early as yesterday, Zhujiacun already signed a lottery for each family.

but……

What do missionaries have?

Zhou Ziji, Jiang Tian and the others... where are they now?

What exactly happened to them?

It's just that Chu Yue couldn't explain clearly to Lan Qiaoyi in the dangerous situation he was in now.

The talisman burned with a "swish -" and turned into ashes, floating in mid-air.

Under the vigilant eyes of the man, the female ghost rushed straight to Ah Shan who was standing in front of the sorceress.

In the blink of an eye, Lan Qiaoyi suddenly realized:

The heavy wooden stick that was originally on his body was now carried by Ah Shan.

It's just that the man with his back to the female ghost seemed to be a prophet. When the female ghost's long nails were about to touch his back, he dodged aside instantly.

——Lan Qiaoyi could see clearly, that was clearly not human speed.

"Don't look at me like that, the me now is Ah Shan."

The corners of the man's lips curled up slightly, and a pair of eyes that turned dark red at some point fixedly looked at Lan Qiaoyi.

The atmosphere in the yard was tense for a while.

at this time--

"finally found you……"

A panting voice sounded.

Lan Qiaoyi was shocked all over, and turned his head to look towards the gate of the courtyard in disbelief.

"Zhou Ziji, Jiang Tian——!"

The steps he took out stopped at the moment he stepped out - he was hugged into the arms of the red-haired boy who strode forward.

"...Little cat, where have you been?"

Jiang Tian buried his head next to Lan Qiaoyi's neck, his dazzling and fluffy red hair brushed his shoulders and neck occasionally, bringing a little itchiness.

The warm breath on the side of the ear was also mixed with a hint of gnashing of teeth.

God knows, when Jiang Tian woke up and was told that there were three people missing from the team - one of them was his kitten, how bad he felt.

He couldn't think at all, he just wanted to search the entire Zhujia Village immediately, go to any possible place, and find the boy.

But because of the villagers who did not know when they gathered at the gate of the courtyard, they had to stay where they were.

With a heavy tone, he hugged the boy in his arms and said in a low voice:

"Aunt Li disappeared, because we couldn't find anyone, so early in the morning, the villagers came to the place where we lived and asked each of us to draw a wooden lottery to participate in tomorrow's sacrificial meeting."

Only then did Lan Qiaoyi realize why Chu Yue carried that heavy wooden stick with him.

"No...can't take it with me."

He suddenly said in a panic.

Facing their suspicious eyes, Lan Qiaoyi subconsciously turned to look at the female ghost.

"This female ghost—"

He was stunned, the yard was empty, where is there any female ghost?

"Jojo, what are you talking about?"

Zhou Ziji looked at him puzzled.

"Yeah, Jojo, what are you talking about?"

At some point, Ah Shan with dark red eyes walked towards him, with a smile on his lips, with a hint of slack in his smile.

Lan Qiaoyi subconsciously took a step back, but bumped into a hard chest.

He looked back in surprise, and what caught his eye was Jiang Tian's sharp jawline.

"Didn't you...haven't seen it?"

"Chu Yue...Chu Yue, did you see it?"

As if realizing it, he looked at the stern and silent man with a panicked face.

"That witch, there is something wrong."

The man frowned slightly, but still gave him a comforting smile.

Lan Qiaoyi looked along his line of sight, where there was no female ghost lying on the ground, it was clearly the old village chief and the sorceress!

"He...wasn't the village chief killed by a female ghost?"

Lan Qiaoyi said in a daze.

But in the next second, Zhou Ziji shook his head. The other person looked gentle, but what he said surprised him:

"He's not dead, he's just passed out."

As he spoke, he took Lan Qiaoyi's hand, showing worry on his face:

"What the hell happened?"

The young man's black eyes fixedly looked at the gentle and handsome man in front of him, and after a while, he shook his head:

"It's okay, I was wrong."

Hearing this, Zhou Ziji frowned, but chose to give up after his eyes caught the expression of the person in front of him who obviously didn't want to talk anymore.

"it is good."

Lan Qiaoyi, whose thinking was chaotic, looked at Ah Shan who seemed to have returned to normal in an instant, and looked at the witch and the old village head who fell on the ground in surprise. Not long after, when he was escorted out of the ancestral hall compound by a man, he saw Some villagers who came in a hurry.

The noisy voice disappeared behind him.

On the way back, Lan Qiaoyi looked at the man beside him and asked anxiously:

"Wang Xue, Lin Lin..."

Jiang Tian pinched his cheek comfortingly, and said softly:

"Wang Xue is fine, she is back, she was the one who told us that you and Ah Shan are together."

"...What about Lin Lin?"

Lan Qiaoyi asked subconsciously.

But he saw the boy looking at him in silence.

"..."

"Didn't you find her?"

As if realizing something, the hand hanging by his side was unconsciously clenched. Lan Qiaoyi lowered his head, letting Jiang Tian beside him hold his tightly clenched hand, and clasped his ten fingers into it.

"As long as you are in the dungeon, this is unavoidable."

Jiang Tian's tone was soft, and his fingertips gently stroked the soft palm against which his knuckles were clinging.

"Protect yourself, Jojo, this is my only request."

[Target detected: Jiang Tian's favorability has reached 100%. ]

Lan Qiaoyi looked up in a daze, and the red-haired boy smiled at him, his brows and eyes were slightly curved, and there was a softness in his eyes that he couldn't understand.

"……Um."

He finally answered.

……

When he returned to the yard again, Lan Qiaoyi was in a delicate mood, only Zhao Ying and Wang Xue were standing here waiting for them.

"Thank you for the dagger."

Lan Qiaoyi watched the girl walking towards him, grabbed his wrist with one hand, and then gently put something on his open palm.

He looked at Wang Xue's exhausted face, and didn't ask how the other party escaped, and how he was found and rescued by Zhao Ying and the others.

Lan Qiaoyi just slightly bent his lips, shook his head and said:

"You don't need to thank me, it was your own courage to live that saved you."

He clenched the dagger in his hand, put it back in the opponent's hand, looked at the girl's slightly widened eyes, thought for a while, and finally just told the opponent:

"protect yourself."

Wang Xue silently clenched the object in her hand.

"Thank you."

"Jojo—"

At this moment, Lan Qiaoyi heard Zhou Ziji's voice calling him. He smiled apologetically at the girl, then turned and walked towards the man.

"what happened?"

he asked with some doubts.

Zhou Ziji gently rubbed the boy's black hair, with a gentle voice:

"It's about what happened today, Jojo, I'm worried about you."

Lan Qiaoyi's eyelids drooped slightly, and his bright red lips were tightly pressed. Although he didn't know why the female ghost disappeared as soon as Jiang Tian and Zhou Ziji appeared in the ancestral hall, he still believed that what happened before was not own illusion.

After subconsciously turning his head to glance at Chu Yue not far away, the other party seemed to know what he wanted to say, and nodded slightly.

The fair and tender cheeks were slightly pink because of Zhou Ziji's too gentle soothing movements. Under the concerned eyes of the other two, Lan Qiaoyi nodded, and everything he encountered since waking up. told those present.

Including the female ghost that Zhou Ziji and the others didn't see in the ancestral hall, and that strange Ah Shan.

"...and then you found me."

As the last word fell, Lan Qiaoyi saw the heavy expressions on everyone's faces.

Except for the content about "entering the dream", he didn't hide anything else.

After a brief silence, Zhou Ziji spoke.

The man's voice was quiet, and he analyzed it carefully:

"What you saw earlier should be an illusion in the ancestral hall, but outsiders—that is, our joining broke this illusion."

Zhao Ying frowned when he heard this, and cursed secretly.

With a gloomy expression, the middle-aged man took the heavy wooden stick from his body, with a hint of resentment:

"I just said, why those unreasonable villagers insisted on drawing this broken lottery for no reason." He sneered, "I dare say that is an evil thing that attracts ghosts and NPCs!"

After saying that, he broke off the heavy wooden stick and completely destroyed it.

Chu Yue looked down at the heavy wooden stick that had been picked up again in his hand, his expression was unclear.

"Zhao Ying... I think maybe this is just a wrong judgment of mine. Just in case, let's wait until tomorrow's sacrifice."

Lan Qiaoyi frowned slightly, still somewhat conservatively worried that if this was just his own groundless guess, wouldn't it be misleading others.

But Zhao Ying waved his hands indifferently, and said in a firm tone:

"I have my own consideration."

Lan Qiaoyi subconsciously wanted to say something, but the boy beside him held his hand, he was taken aback, and turned his head to look.

"Okay, Xiao Qiao, we all understand your kindness."

Jiang Tian's tone was relaxed, and he pinched his fair and tender cheeks with some affection. He shook his head, signaling the boy not to say any more.

In the dungeon, everyone can't take care of themselves, let alone decide the life and death of others.

In the same way, when encountering danger, everyone subconsciously protects themselves and those close to them first.

Everyone is a person who meets by chance, and they don't make trouble, and help within the scope of their ability, they are the teammates that the taskers most hope to meet before entering the dungeon.

Lan Qiaoyi is well aware of these truths, but she is still afraid that she will become a burden to others unintentionally.

He thought this way, and did so, so that every time he faced the side missions issued by 228 or 039, he always felt timid.

It was getting late, and after exchanging information, everyone went back to their rooms.

Under Jiang Tian's reluctant eyes, Lan Qiaoyi followed Zhou Ziji and returned to the room.

"Why are you so worried?"

After returning to the house, Zhou Ziji took off his outer coat, and when he turned around, he saw the sad face of the little boy, and couldn't help laughing.

"...always overthinking."

The man's voice moved from far to near, Lan Qiaoyi raised his head slowly, and the next second, the shadow covered him.

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