Doll Survival Game [Unlimited]

Outside the compound, on the edge of the long street, every household lit up red lanterns and hung them high in front of their doors.

So everything around is very bright, but the reddish light makes the surroundings a little depressing.

Luo Yiran grabbed the magician's arm, the smile on his face subsided, and he looked at the end of the long street calmly.

A few men in white were wandering there.

One of them noticed him, and then he ran over with a smile on his face: "The two young masters are going to participate in the Baiji Festival?"

As the candlelight in the red lantern flickered, the light flickered slightly, falling on the man in white, creating a strange and eerie feeling.

Luo Yiran looked at him calmly for a while, then nodded slightly.

He was wearing a cloak that Yuan Mo found out for him, it was a bit thick for a summer night, but it was just right for Luo Yiran who was currently feeling chilly.

Seeing him nodding, the man in white handed him a mask, and then gave the magician another.

The masks of both of them look like ghosts, but the magician's mask is blue, with white teeth and thin corners, and the surface is cracked like water ripples, giving it a strange beauty.

And Luo Yiran's mask is red, which is even more vicious.It has a magma-like skin, and a pair of long horns on the eyebrows formed by fire patterns, which are much longer than the thin horns on the magician's mask, and two or three forks are formed.

Luo Yiran put it on with a blank expression, and suddenly felt that his head was a little heavy.

He raised his hand and pushed it - he didn't know how the mask was made, but after putting it on, it instantly fit the facial features, as if it was customized according to the shape of the face.

Luo Yiran put down his hand and pulled the silver chain on the other wrist - if the chain is still there, there is no need to worry that Zhang Mimi will not be recognized by changing clothes to cover his face.

The man in white watched the two put on their masks, and he kept smiling and said, "It's very suitable for you two."

Luo Yiran twitched the corner of his mouth: "Do you need to gather?"

The man in white in front of him tilted his head when he heard this.

At this moment, besides the magician Luo Yiran, there are only people in white on this street, and a few npcs who were wandering around just now have also returned to their house.

So under the continuous red lanterns, the silence spread infinitely, and Luo Yiran's low-pitched inquiries seemed to be carried far away.

"No need." The man in white finally said in a faint voice: "Bai Ji is a treasure hunting activity. You can go directly to the hut in front to get the clues. If you find the treasure according to the clues, you can go to Zhang's Restaurant to meet the goddess. The goddess will always be there. That."

The man in white turned his head to look left and right, and then he said: "Now all the unrelated people on the street have gone back to their houses, and there will only be us and the young lady who participated in the Baiji Festival outside."

He had a very shallow smile on his face: "So if you came here for the reward, please remember that everyone wearing a mask is your enemy."

Luo Yiran didn't speak for a while.

The man in white was just a routine, so he didn't care whether Luo Yiran paid attention to his "advice". He bowed slightly, and said the final advice: "The mask represents the identity of the participants of the Baiji Festival. If you take off the mask, you will be automatically considered eliminated."

Luo Yiran nodded this time.

So the man in white got up and left.

Luo Yiran looked at his back expressionlessly, and after a while he raised his hand and pulled the magician's collar down: "Do you remember his face?"

The magician chuckled: "No, master."

Luo Yiran didn't remember either, he looked at the three men in white who met in front of him, and looked at the three men who turned their heads and smiled at him at the same time.

Luo Yiran couldn't hold it back, his laughter came out from under the ghost mask, with a feeling of stuffiness: "It's quite interesting."

The three look alike.

And the reason why he said it was because after they turned around, he couldn't remember what the npc looked like.

But the feeling at that moment was obvious, as if standing in front of him were triplets.

The magician curled his lips, there was a delicate horn on his mask, which was much cuter and rounder than Luo Yiran's gorgeous long horn: "It's something that enhances the atmosphere."

"..."

Luo Yiran laughed again, a little more excited now, so he coughed again.

After regaining their composure, the two went to the hut not far away to get the clues.

The hut is completely sealed, except for a small window on the side that is open. When someone walks past, a very white hand will be stretched out and a small note will be handed out.

Luo Yiran got it and matched it with the magician's, and then found that the clues were consistent, and it was written on the paper——

【Nine Eight Pagodas】

The magician said: "The tall object on the right is the Jiuba Pagoda."

Luo Yiran looked to the right, and saw a cylindrical building looming in the dense gray fog above. Judging from the distance, it was probably two or three streets away.

Luo Yiran looked away, and he glanced at the magician—he didn't sleep for a long time, the magician learned a lot in such a short time.

The magician smiled back, but the mask was not clear.

"Let's go." Luo Yiran pretended not to see the magician's smiling eyes clearly, and then he tied the cloak tightly: "Mimi should be over there already."

Zhang Mimi was indeed in the Jiuba Tower, but he didn't go in, he just waited for Luo Yiran to come at the door.

Everyone was wearing a mask, so it was difficult to identify who was who. In addition, Zhang Mimi changed a dress halfway through, so he didn't deliberately hide his figure, but stood at the door and looked inside.

He wears a white god's mask, with cinnabar dots between the eyebrows, under the eyes and the corners of the mouth. The slits around the eyes are very narrow and long... Actually, he doesn't look like a god, but I heard that only the god's mask is white, and he The god mask figure is called "Snow".

Snow……

Zhang Mimi looked thoughtfully at the occasional masked people, and he recognized the ghosts and gods represented by the masks.

However, if the identification is not complete, you will get the side mission until now, who can remember all the portraits of ghosts and gods in that store.

The cold wind blew past, and Zhang Mimi shrank back. He wanted to roll up his skirt, but the cold wind made him dispel the idea. He folded his arms helplessly, and then moved to the stone statue at the entrance of Jiuba Pagoda. Then he looked at the Nine Eight Towers behind him again.

Although the Jiuba Pagoda is called a tower, it is actually a very tall round building, which is similar to the construction of Fujian Tulou.

Zhang Mimi looked inside several times, but every time he couldn't see what kind of arrangement was inside, he could only see darkness, and when people entered, it was like walking into darkness.

Zhang Mimi sighed deeply, then he rubbed his half of his yellow hair - why didn't Xiaoran come?

While thinking in my heart, a familiar female voice suddenly sounded, she seemed to be probing, but her tone was a little certain: "Zhang Mimi?"

...What the hell? !He was found?

Zhang Mimi tilted her head cautiously, and saw a person wearing a mask. The mask was the same as his. The main color represented the white color of God, but her mask was painted with small black plum blossoms, and the plum blossoms bloomed from her eyes. The corners of the mouth are like tears.

Zhang Mimi didn't recognize the god represented by this face.

But why is this woman still wearing a white hairpin, a white blouse, a white long skirt... the whole body is white?

He was almost dressed like a man in white in white...

Zhang Mimi was stunned, he finally realized the reason why he thought that voice was familiar——

"Miao Miao?"

Duan Miaomiao breathed a sigh of relief, and she walked over: "You really came in this dungeon!"

"Are you injured? Who did you meet? And why are you wearing a skirt? If it weren't for your killer hair, I wouldn't dare to recognize it."

Zhang Mimi was touched for a second, but was stopped by Duan Miaomiao's continuous questioning, and he quickly said: "No injury."

Only the place where his cheap father beat him still hurts.

"I've only met Xiaoran so far, how about you?" Zhang Mimi skipped the last question.

Xiaoran... Duan Miaomiao blinked, and then she said, "I haven't met anyone, but there are other players where I stay."

This is natural, after all, this dungeon has a large number of people, and it will be easy to bump into other players after being able to move freely.

So Zhang Mimi didn't ask who it was. After all, Duan Miaomiao didn't seem to be familiar with that person either. He said, "Then let's wait for Xiaoran to come over together? He should be here soon."

Duan Miaomiao paused, then she lowered her head: "No."

Zhang Mimi was taken aback.

Then he asked, "Why?"

Duan Miaomiao said vaguely: "At least, I can't be with you."

The magician picked Luo Yiran up again halfway, and now both of them came to the front of the Jiuba Pagoda, but——

"Zhang Mimi should go in."

Luo, who was buried in the magician's arms, suddenly raised his head, and he looked around: "He said to wait for me, and he won't break his promise."

The magician moved his lips. He wanted to say that he was so trusting, but he swallowed the words, and said instead: "That's what happened."

Luo Yiran didn't nod: "It's also possible that he hasn't arrived because he was delayed or...something happened, he needs to enter the Jiuba Tower quickly."

The magician didn't move: "Wait?"

Luo Yiran's eyes fell on the stone statue, and he said: "Leave a mark and we will enter the Jiuba Pagoda."

They didn't see any other masked people along the way, because they were really late...so it is very unlikely that Zhang Mimi arrived later than them.

But just in case, it's better to leave a mark on the stone statue.

As soon as Luo raised his hand, he was about to tear a piece of his own clothes, but the magician put him down first, and then took out the pen and paper from the clothes.

Luo Yiran: "..."

Luo Yiran: "I've always been a little curious about where you got your things from."

The magician did not hide his thoughts at all: "Using the body as a medium connects another space."

All his stuff is in there.

Luo Yiran didn't ask any more questions. After writing a paragraph, he folded the paper, then looked at the stone statue, walked over to find a place and stretched out his hand to put it away.

The place he was looking at was a bit high, Luo Yiran stepped on his feet, put his left hand on the stone platform, and his subordinates borrowed their strength——

As a result, the next moment, Luo Yiran's feet were empty, and then he fell suddenly.