Monster Beauty's Unlimited Game

Mountain Village Ghost Story 30

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召龙

Wen Fuli brought Zhou Yan back to the laboratory full of dead animals. As for Ji Fangwei, he also followed behind them in the name of his assistant.

Zhou Yan really wanted to discuss his speculation with the only teammate around him, but Wen Fuli had been monitoring their every move.

Neither King Nanyan nor Wen Fuli can fully believe their words.

What matters is not what they say, but what they do.

After all, King Nanyan is in the past tense. He has been locked in the observation room for a long time, and has limited influence on the current timeline. Coupled with the evidence from the research institute, Zhou Yan feels that part of the information he has confessed can be believed.

As for Wen Fuli's remarks, related to the fact that he killed so many innocent villagers, Zhou Yan felt that he did not simply want to slaughter the so-called evil dragon.

What other secrets does he have?

At present, the most inexplicable clue in Zhou Yan's hands is the hint given by Qi Sixian in the video—【∞】.

What symbol is this?

gigantic?8 written backwards?

The ashes on Qi Sixian's body showed that Wen Wan had conveyed some information to him. What exactly did the mother and son want to express?

Wen Fuli asked the paper puppet in a white coat to deliver the animal parts that Zhou Yan needed.

Antlers, snake body, eagle claws, tiger paws...

They were all whitish and swollen with pungent yellow liquid, wrapped in a layer of wet mucus, no matter how well preserved they were, the smell of rotting flesh still penetrated into Zhou Yan's nostrils, choking him so much that he almost burst out tears.

If there really is a Shenlong, it will take a look at the spliced ​​body of these things and leave, right?

So far, Zhou Yan still doubts whether there is really a dragon in this dungeon.In his impression, the dragon has always been a sign of auspiciousness, how could there be a phenomenon of devouring people?

However, if the dragon is really a so-called high-dimensional creature, then it does not actually have a clear concept of good and evil.Just like human beings in the three-dimensional world, they don't have too much emotion about tearing up a piece of paper.

Wen Fuli opened another glass container, which was full of tangled red Gu worms, and dark red fungus wrapped around it.

Wen Fuli: "Don't think that I really believe your nonsense, take out the keel first."

"Uh..." Zhou Yan took out a model of sheep's horns that he had made before from the toolbox.

Zhou Yan kept it in the toolbox after being released by the producer last time. After hearing the story of the keel, he kept polishing the bone secretly. Unexpectedly, it came in handy at this time.

He was meant to be mounted on top of some demon's head.

This horn is made of a special clay material, and the feel is no different from that of bones.

The most important thing is that Wen Fuli has never seen the appearance of the keel before, or the keel will not have any special feelings.Because Wen Fuli had been with the paper baby day and night before, he didn't notice any abnormalities at all, which showed that the keel was actually an item with a very low sense of existence.

Otherwise, when Zhou Yan started to make up things, Wen Fuli would expose himself.

The white joints seemed to be shining slightly in Zhou Yan's palm.

Wen Fuli snatched the horn, looked at it for a while but couldn't see anything strange, he even weighed the horn, the bone was not small but extremely light, no wonder Wen Wan could hide it in that So long inside a paper baby.

Zhou Yan couldn't help sweating. He thought that his creation skills could be effective at this moment, but no matter how he called the system, the system didn't respond as if it was dead.

In other words, this "keel" is not within the skills that the system can grant.

Why is there such a situation?When he made coins before, there was no such situation.

Zhou Yan looked at the white horns in Wen Fuli's hand, and suddenly realized that his skills still had limitations.Maybe the things I make out of thin air must conform to the shape or internal connection of the object, so as to truly give it special properties.

Whether making worm horns or coins, Zhou Yan made modifications based on the real objects, but he had never seen this "dragon bone", so his creation skills were completely ineffective.

Wen Fuli put the keel into his sleeve, and said to Zhou Yan: "I will go to King Nanyan to verify it. If there is a fake, you know the consequences."

"These paper puppets will monitor your actions. Don't even think about running away. Before I come back, let me see the results."

Looking at Wen Fuli's distant back, Zhou Yan heaved a sigh of relief, and was finally able to communicate with his teammates.

Ji Fangwei also waited for Wen Fuli to go away, and after his figure disappeared completely, he said: "What you took out is not a keel."

Zhou Yan: "Yes."

Ji Fangwei picked up the antlers, placed them in front of the gurney, and said, "You are very smart, King Nanyan will not point out the authenticity of this thing."

Zhou Yan smiled slightly and said: "Yes, if it is the real keel, King Nanyan has had a long-standing grudge against Wen Fuli, so he will definitely not say it is genuine. If it is a fake, King Nanyan wished that Wen Fuli's experiment would fail. "

"So he won't tell the truth, and instead he will try his best to confirm that the keel I gave Wen Fuli is real."

Moreover, there is another point, that is, it is just right to dismiss Wen Fuli, and the two of them discuss the follow-up countermeasures.

Zhou Yan: "The progress of the two tasks is more than half, what do you think?"

Time was running out, and Ji Fangwei also directly expressed his thoughts: "The first task, to investigate the truth of the dragon, must follow Wen Fuli to the last step of the task, according to his intention, to bring the dragon to this place."

Zhou Yan nodded, agreed with him, and seemed to have a good understanding, and said: "The second task is to solve the troubles of the villagers. I already have some ideas."

"After Qi Sixian said that the people in Yang Village were suffering from hypochondriasis, the progress of the mission was increased to 50%. Do you mean that the other 50% refers to those wandering souls in Yin Village?"

Ji Fangwei was looking down at the animal stumps on the table. Hearing what Zhou Yan said, he raised his head suddenly, his eyes sparkled, and said, "It can be answered in this way."

How to solve the imprisoned wandering soul in Yin Village?

Zhou Yan couldn't help but think of the tool man who was still played around by him, Brother Guichai.

They wandered around the world, capturing ghosts alive, but they were actually sending those wandering souls into reincarnation. Perhaps, they were an opportunity to solve the ghosts of Yin Village?

"There is another very important reminder."

Zhou Yan drew a "∞" symbol on the countertop with yellow slime, and said, "What do you think about the message Qi Sixian left?"

Ji Fangwei slightly tilted his head to look at the symbol, and said, "Infinity? The number eight?"

Zhou Yan wiped away the wet mark and said, "I thought so too at first, but I always felt it was wrong. It must be a very important reminder."

Hearing that he was so sure, Ji Fangwei pondered for a moment and said, "Is it the symbol of Yinyang Village?"

He painted the "∞" symbol on the table again, and said: "The left side is Yin Village, the right side is Yang Village, and the place in the middle is the ancestral hall connecting the two villages."

Ji Fangwei's deduction is well-founded, and it seems to be the answer to the matter.

Zhou Yan didn't think so, he said: "Qi Sixian did convey the information through the camera, but he discovered Yinyang Village when he was filming on the mountain. We already know the existence of Yinyang Village. There's no need to repeat it at the end of the clip."

Ji Fangwei recalled Qi Sixian's words one by one, and said, "He said this is the end of everything."

What is the end?

With the sharp scalpel inserted, Zhou Yan swiftly cut off the antlers on the tops of the two stags. Perhaps they had been soaked in the liquid for too long without even a trace of blood oozing out.

He began to concentrate on preparing for the birth of "Dragon".

Wen Fuli came back with the ram's horns. Although his face was very calm, no different from when we first met, Zhou Yan could tell that his steps were disordered, and even his breathing became a lot short.

It was obvious that King Nanyan had a closed door, and this was exactly the effect Zhou Yan needed.

He lowered his head and did his manual work with peace of mind, but unfortunately the progress was slow. After Wen Fuli lost his temper at King Nanyan, he came back to see Zhou Yan repairing a couple of antlers.

Zhou Yan leaned over and drew those mysterious spells with the special talisman pen prepared by Wen Fuli. The fine and dense red spells were like chains, firmly securing the antlers above the camel's face.

Wen Fuli squinted his eyes to observe Zhou Yan's every move. Those incantations were very similar to the incantations he drew on the paper puppet, but not necessarily so. It must be a kind of incantation created by Wen Wan herself.

At first, he and Wen Wan sneaked into King Nanyan's tomb for some ulterior secret. Wen Wan, who is naturally intelligent, not only learned the spell of the paper puppet of King Nanyan, but also passed it on to the King Nanyan. own.

Unexpectedly, on the day when the plan was completed, she actually used a trick to steal the keel and put it into the body of the newborn fetus.

King Nanyan, without the support of the keel, was just a puddle of useless mud. He viciously scolded himself and Wen Wan in the exquisite coffin.

The plan that he had painstakingly planned for many years also fell short, and Wen Fuli began to suspect his sister only when Wen Wan's pregnancy could not be concealed.

Originally, she used her child to threaten Wen Wan to tell the whereabouts of the keel, but she refused to tell the truth when she died.

There was no other way, Wen Fuli could only let the villagers torture Wen Wan severely for the crime of disrespecting their ancestors, using the cruelest criminal law, hitting her precious face with rough stones, gouging out her ears, Then throw her into the river that the villagers depend on for survival.

But Wen Fuli wanted more than that. He wanted to know the whereabouts of the keel, so he found the dying Wen Wan downstream, made her into a paper figurine, and could never return to her original appearance, so that she would endure the severe pain forever. The pain, and the inextricable soul inside her.

Wen Fuli rubbed the bone in his hand, thinking that his sister had done all the tricks, but it was a pity that the keel returned to his hand in the end.

As for the nephew who had never met, he was probably dead.

Wen Fuli shook his head, the reincarnation of the world is roughly like this, and after today, he will soon fade away the influence of all external objects on him, get rid of the shackles of time forever, and always be above this world.

Just when King Nanyan was mocking the bone in his hand just now, he told King Nanyan everything.

That waste who relied on the keel to show off his power, and now crawled on the ground like maggots, unexpectedly also shed tears.

It's rare.

He looked at the talisman connecting the antlers and the face, and his eyes didn't have to start to be vicious. The younger sister who was taller than him in every way would come to disgust him after death.

But this disgusting feeling helped me a lot.

Zhou Yan could feel Wen Fuli's needle-like gaze monitoring his every move. He had already spliced ​​the shape of the dragon according to his memory.

The majestic antlers, sharp eagle claws, smooth snake body, and red whiskers on the snake tail.The two green eyes taken from the tiger were also spellbound on the camel's face.

There is even a thin layer of glitter on those pitch-black scales, emitting a charming illusion under the unobtrusive light.

Cold sweat oozes from Zhou Yan's back, especially when Wen Fuli looked at the incantation he drew, he felt that he had seen through his little actions.

Those talismans were not drawn with insect fungus at all, but were drawn in the style of runes with the red pigment he prepared.

The reason why he was able to deceive Wen Fuli was because he used the upgraded creation skills to turn the skin wax into real skin connecting two limbs, so from the appearance, he was still able to bluff others.

Wen Fuli leaned over to carefully examine the incantation drawn by Zhou Yan. He was not proficient in this art, and all the spells he had mastered so far were attributed to his sister.

Even so, he could see the strangeness of these runes.

Zhou Yan's heart was about to jump into his throat, and he watched Wen Fuli get closer and closer.

He even stretched out a hand, wanting to touch the red spell stained on it.

Wen Fuli's fingertips were only a little away from the incantation.

Zhou Yan: "Wait, these spells cannot be destroyed."

Wen Fuli rubbed his fingers, and smiled politely: "It's okay, even if you play tricks, it won't help."

Zhou Yan understood what he meant. Wen Fuli had prepared many monster shells as containers for this dragon subduing ceremony, and the "dragon bones" were also on his body.

Even if the keel is fake, he can kill himself and Ji Fangwei, and then go to the village to find the keel.

The success of this mission depends on whether the soul of Shenlong can really be introduced into the body that belongs to this world.

Looking at the ugly and clumsy huge dragon body on the gurney, Zhou Yan felt a little distressed. Almost all the initiative of this mission was in Wen Fuli's hands.

With confidence, he can indeed kill players at will, because he is a person who can bear failure.

[Can you kill him? 】

Zhou Yan couldn't help but secretly wrote a line of words on the table with slime.

[Yes, the mission failed. 】

Ji Fangwei explained the situation concisely.

Wen Fuli could be killed, but the two of them could not escape the fate of being devoured by the evil dragon until only human skin remained.

Zhou Yan erased the text, and could only gamble at the last moment.

He concluded by writing—

【Protect my body. 】

Afterwards, Zhou Yan immediately crossed out the words.

Ji Fangwei looked solemn, and when he was about to ask Zhou Yan about his plan, Wen Fuli came to them and said, "No matter what you are planning, the time is coming, let's go."

The sound of pulleys sounded in the empty laboratory, and a group of paper puppets pushed the heavy gurney slowly towards the double-door elevator.

Zhou Yan saw spliced ​​monsters the size of hills piled up on the table tops of those gurneys, and he could even see some white human spines protruding from the spines of some monsters.

That should be the improved monster Wen Fuli mentioned earlier.

Four paper puppets came beside Zhou Yan, sticking out their long tongues, and slowly pushed the gurney in front of him to the elevator.

Wen Fuli's attitude was extremely kind, and he said, "You guys just stay here."

His words overturned all Zhou Yan's wishful thinking, and he said, "Why don't you let me witness the dragon?"

Wen Fuli flicked his sleeves, leaving Zhou Yan with a cold back, and said, "It's not necessary."

Zhou Yan stretched out his feet tentatively, and the paper puppets with red Gu worms hovering on their tongues slowly approached him.

Surrounded by Gu insects, the two of them could only watch helplessly as Wen Fuli walked into the big two-door elevator.

"He was also taking this elevator just now, and he didn't know where to go?" Zhou Yan was finally able to speak.

Ji Fangwei: "The building we saw on the mountain wall before should be an elevator."

After his reminder, Zhou Yan remembered that when he observed the building in the dark, it was so high that it almost pierced into the sky. It turned out that an elevator was installed on the mountain wall.

Zhou Yan: "Before we always felt that the research institute was shaking. He must have placed a huge device on the peak."

Ji Fangwei: "Go and see."

Zhou Yan pointed to the paper puppets around him, and said, "Get rid of these paper puppets first."

There are quite a few paper figurines around them. Although Ji Fangwei's soul bell can absorb their souls, the fungus on his tongue will be entangled as long as it touches a trace.

If it was him alone, it could be solved perfectly, but with Zhou Yan by his side, Ji Fangwei had to be more cautious.

He said, "Be careful."

"Hey!"

A weak voice sounded from not far away.

Zhang Wenwen and Pang Ziyu walked into the laboratory with each other's support. Their bodies had been strengthened systematically, and they were able to wake up after bleeding so much.

Their faces are covered with bumpy skin, as if flesh-colored plasticine has been randomly smeared on their faces.

Zhou Yan can only judge who they are based on their clothes.

"Did you forget me!" The skin on Zhang Wenwen's lips was a little thick, which affected her pronunciation and made her voice sound a little muffled.

Pang Ziyu touched his face and complained, "Who painted me so ugly."

Zhou Yan pointed at Ji Fangwei with his lowered hand, then turned his face aside, as if he had nothing to do with him.

Pang Ziyu immediately said: "Very good, very good, just live."

Zhang Wenwen elbowed Pang Ziyu lightly, then took out the demon-killing gun, and said, "Let us do whatever we can."

Pang Ziyu flicked his fingers, a little yellow flame sprang up from his fingertips, and said, "These paper figurines are most afraid of fire, let me have a good time!"

Seeing them regain consciousness, Zhou Yan couldn't help being happy, and said, "You recovered very quickly."

The muscles on Zhang Wenwen's face twitched, showing a smug smile, and without answering, he aimed his aim at a paper puppet and pulled the trigger.

The indigo meteor instantly drew a bright streak in the dark laboratory, and the demon-killing bullet hit a paper puppet.

Although it couldn't cause direct damage, the paper puppet pulled back due to inertia, giving Zhou Yan and Ji Fangwei some distance.

Seeing this, Pang Ziyu shook his finger and said, "Look at me, you continue."

Zhang Wenwen didn't have time to argue with him, so he aimed the sight at the paper puppet on the other side, and fired another demon-killing bullet.

Pang Ziyu shot the flame jumping from his fingertips to the warhead of the demon-killing bullet with quick eyes and hands.

Immediately, flame and blue sparks intertwined and shot at the paper puppet.

As soon as the paper puppet came into contact with the demon-killing bullet, crazy flames shot out in the blink of an eye, and a wisp of human-shaped blue smoke howled and flew out of the burning flame.

The momentum of the flames spread among the paper puppets one after another. In an instant, many imprisoned souls were released, and they all circled around the heads of the two for several times before gradually drifting around.

"These souls still cannot be reborn," Ji Fangwei observed these tragically dead souls through the ignited smoke, and said, "It should be the influence of Feng Shui here."

Zhou Yan: "So, destroying the feng shui here should be the key to breaking the situation."

Hearing what he said, Ji Fangwei suddenly remembered what Zhou Yan had written before, and asked, "What do you mean by asking me to protect your body?"

He asked this question very frankly, but Zhou Yan felt a little hot when he heard it. He really wrote it like this, but why he said it from someone else's mouth always felt a little strange.

He coughed lightly and said, "It's okay, it's okay."

Ji Fangwei looked at Zhou Yan's expression. He could talk eloquently in front of NPCs, but when he lied to his teammates, even the tips of his ears turned red.

"This dungeon is very dangerous," Ji Fangwei said, knowing that he would not be honest with each other, "don't be reckless."

Recklessness has never been Zhou Yan's style of doing things. Facing this reliable teammate, he can only say: "I will be careful."

While the two were talking, all the paper puppets were burned to ashes.

Pang Ziyu and Zhang Wenwen used their strength to come here, but now they barely used their respective abilities, and both of them were drenched in cold sweat.

Time was running out, so Zhou Yan could only say to them: "We are going to complete the final steps, be careful. There is still a puppet that hasn't appeared yet."

Pang Ziyu wiped off the cold sweat on his forehead, couldn't help looking around, and said, "It's He Mian! He hasn't shown up yet!"

Ji Fangwei also added: "There is no prompt from the system, which means he is not dead yet."

After Zhang Wenwen checked the bullets of the demon-killing gun, he said, "We will be careful. I still have a few bullets left, but you should be careful too."

After Zhou Yan explained a few words, he and Ji Fangwei came to the closed double-door elevator.

Ji Fangwei didn't say much, and directly opened the elevator door with his hands, revealing a gap that was just enough for one person to pass through.

Zhou Yan glanced in, and there were a few rickety accompanying cables reflected by the faint shaft lighting, and the elevator car was at the top.

"Uh..." I didn't expect to have to climb the rope in the dungeon, Zhou Yan looked down again, it was the bottomless elevator shaft, his feet were a little weak.

Ji Fangwei pulled an accompanying cable, tested whether it was firm, and then said, "Let's go up together."

Not to be outdone, Zhou Yan said, "Together, together."

Ji Fangwei glanced at his hesitant footsteps and said, "I'll carry you up."

Zhou Yan took a deep breath. At the critical moment, he couldn't lose the chain. When it was time to give in, he would give in, and said, "Okay, it will be more efficient this way."

Ji Fangwei climbed up very easily with the strength of his hands. Zhou Yan was still a little unaccustomed to it at first, and he just wrapped his arms around Ji Fangwei's neck.

But as we got to the top, the cables shook more and more. Suddenly, the entire elevator shaft began to shake violently. It was obvious that Wen Fuli was activating that huge device again.

Zhou Yan didn't care about other things, he hugged Ji Fangwei tightly.

Ji Fangwei paused, feeling that his neck was about to be cut off by someone, then he accelerated his climbing speed, and finally said with some difficulty: "I'm going to jump onto the steel frame."

Zhou Yan nodded, and immediately increased the strength of his hands and feet.

Using the inertia of the rope, Ji Fangwei threw it onto the steel frame beside him, and opened a gap in the topmost elevator door.

Suddenly, a gust of cold wind poured into the elevator shaft, and drops of rain fell on the faces of the two of them.

Then, the dazzling electric light suddenly lit up, illuminating the two of them almost unable to open their eyes.

Zhou Yan stood up and saw a natural stone bridge outside the elevator, connecting it to another peak.

On the top of the peak, there is a huge and flat platform on which a huge ring-shaped machine is placed.

It stands in the distance like a huge electric fan, and thick purple lightning bolts gather in the middle like a whirlpool.

In the ink-splashed night sky, streaks of lightning pierced through the night sky, and a huge spark burst out from the middle of the huge circular machine, leading the lightning in the sky to the cloud-shaped vortex in the middle.

The air is filled with a strong smell of rain and burnt sulfide. Whenever lightning illuminates the sky and the earth, Zhou Yan can almost see a huge gray shadow faintly swimming through the translucent clouds.

The author says:

Zhou Yan: The creation of monsters must be done by professionals.

The Dragon Summoning Ceremony 30 years ago;

Dragon: Let me see who is calling me?

Long saw Wen Fuli's works with extremely poor aesthetics.

Dragon: let's go