Hyperreal board game

A bluestone street lays forward in the field of vision.

The night is deep, the sky is dark, there is not even a ray of moonlight or starlight, but there are countless half-person-high red gauze lanterns hanging on both sides of the street, illuminating the whole street in red, and the carefully polished pavement slabs also reflect the light of the lanterns.

The buildings on both sides of the street are at most three or four stories high, and they are all antique wooden buildings. Now all the doors and windows are closed, the lights are all extinguished, and there is no sound at all, looking lifeless.

Even if two watchmen beat on clappers and gongs one after another, announced the time in a long voice, and shouted "the sky is dry, be careful of the fire and candles" and walked past An Ge and the others; The peddler came up from behind, lowered his head deliberately, and asked with his face pressed against the car window: "Guests, would you like a bowl of hot, smooth and tender tofu nao?"

Xu Zhaocai was about to speak, but An Ge raised his hand to stop him, and didn't even look at the peddler outside the window.

Wearing cyan short brown, leggings, cloth shoes, and a black turban on his head, the unattractive middle-aged man waited for a few seconds, and when no one in the car responded, he grinned and stood up straight Picking up the burden, he squeezed past the side of the car with great difficulty, and continued to move forward.

While walking, he shouted in a drawn-out voice: "Sell tofu nao - hot, smooth and tender tofu nao - five cents a bowl of tofu nao -"

The long voice echoed in the dead street, like paper money scattered, empty and unaccounted for.

The Ankesaila rented by An Ge just parked in the middle of the Qingshiban Road, filling three quarters of the street, making it impossible to turn around.

But in front of the car and behind the car, there is a straight stone road, with pillars carrying red lanterns every two or three meters, stretching to the end of the line of sight.

Xu Zhao felt that his back was hairy, so he shrank his legs on the back seat, and curled up into a ball, not daring to speak loudly, "This, what is going on... Is it a collective hallucination?"

A white figure appeared on the co-pilot's seat. When it first appeared, even An Ge was taken aback. Fortunately, there was a familiar voice in the air, which prevented the two cowards from screaming.

Helian Wancheng said while showing his figure: "It's not an illusion, this place looks like a junction point of Yin and Yang, space cracks, etc., which are artificially created."

Xu Zhao gasped, and said in a trembling voice, "Yin and Yang junction? Huang... Huangquan Road?"

An Ge smiled wryly, the young boy is very talented in making names in these places.

Still not reconciled, he tried to recall the width of the mountain road and the location where his car was parked before. The valley was on the right and the mountain wall was on the left, so he tried to turn left.

As a result, he turned to the stone wall on the left, but he was still unable to move when he was against the wall.

An Ge closed his eyes again, avoiding the hallucinations, and moved forward forcefully, crushing the left headlight as a result.

So he sighed and returned to his original position, confirming that all this was really not an illusion.

Then, when he looked up, he saw an even more creepy scene in the rearview mirror.

A dozen or so steps away from the back of the car, a group of people suddenly stood there.

It is very difficult to say that it is a "human". The mild ones lack arms and legs, and the serious ones don't even have a head, or only the upper body is left. They just lie on the ground and support their bodies with their hands.

Those "people" were all dressed in ancient costumes, men, women, old and young, with pale faces and black lips, staring straight at the car, slowly getting closer and closer.

Helian Wancheng sat without moving, and just said: "It is called Huangquan Road, there is some reason for it, let them disperse on their own, just ignore it."

It's simple to say, but being surrounded by ghosts and monsters is not a pleasant feeling at all.

Xu Zhao was shaking so badly, An Ge told him to climb to the front seat and squeeze into the passenger seat with Helian Wancheng, but Xu Zhao shook his head while trembling, instead he took out a few talisman papers from the package and pasted them all on the back in one go on the window.

Before the little boy left the rear window, those things suddenly accelerated, and a black hand like a dead branch slapped on the rear window, and a bloody face was also attached to it. His black eyes were like a dry well emitting cold air, and he There came a close encounter only separated by the thickness of the glass.

Xu Zhao cried out, shrank back in shock, his head almost hit the roof of the car, his small face was snow-white, and tremblingly shouted: "Black beer——"

Of course Black Beer was not around, the young boy came back to his senses after shouting, and silently clenched his fists on his chest, looking so sad, as if he couldn't even care about his fear.

An Ge saw it, and silently sighed in his heart.

Those "people" could see the huge car blocking the way. Some had a good temper and squeezed through from both sides. Most of them either stepped on the roof of the car, slapped the windows a few times, or even kicked the car mischievously. It takes a few slams on the tire door before moving on.

There are very few things that don't know whether they are curious or have great malice, and they will do anything. They don't know the pain and crash into the car, and it doesn't matter if they hit themselves with blood. boat.

Then came a "person" with a head twice bigger than ordinary people, lying on the rear window on the right hand side, slamming his head on the window like a woodpecker, the glass was covered with blood, and the glass was smashed like a spider's web cracks.

Helian Wancheng warned, "Don't come out", but he pushed the door and got out of the car, grabbed the big head by the neck, and threw it in front of the car like throwing trash.

The big head fell to the ground in a daze, and when it got up again, it walked forward without looking back, although it staggered like a drunk.

Next, Helian Wancheng kept moving his hands, and threw all the remaining things that surrounded the vehicle and refused to go, one by one, to the front of the vehicle.

An Ge turned his head, and whispered to Xu Zhao: "Did you find out? As long as these things are thrown to the front, they won't look back."

Xu Zhao rubbed his eyes, sniffed his nose, and said cooperatively: "Well, this is probably the rule. You can only go forward, you can't go back, and you can't even turn around. But... then let's try to reverse the car?"

An Ge smiled: "Smart, I plan to do the same."

Xu Zhao also smiled, although his eyes were still red, but at least he calmed down.

So when Helian Wancheng threw away those things and sat back in the car again, An Ge explained his thoughts, and Helian Wancheng nodded: "You can try."

An Ge started the car. He was worried that he would be trapped by some mysterious force and couldn't even start the engine, but he didn't expect the car to start moving backwards smoothly.

After reversing the car for only two or three meters, something new appeared on the street behind the car.

There are two rows of servants and maids in red clothes carrying white lanterns. Their faces are painted white, and there are tacky round blushes on each side of their cheeks, like a ghost in an 80s Hong Kong ghost movie.

Behind the two rows of more than a dozen lanterns, there are groups of porters and red sixteen-carrying sedan chairs embroidered with colorful and rich peonies. There are also accompanying servants standing on both sides of the sedan chairs, and the whole street is crowded.

Red sedan chairs and white lanterns are neither fish nor fowl, and I don't know whether they are for relatives or funerals.

Pages, maids, bearers, and silent sedan chairs.

Every "person" has a pale face, horrible makeup, dark and dull eyes, the light of the lanterns on both sides of the street falls on the pupils, and it seems to be sucked in by the pupils, leaving only a super small abyss with no end in sight .

Then they started to move, and their steps became faster and faster. The sound of dense footsteps even made the stone slab tremble slightly.

Although the servant who played the lantern in front didn't look capable, the huge and heavy sixteen-carrying sedan chair might have the effect of a car accident.

An Ge struggled between reversing the car and driving forward, Helian Wancheng told him not to move, and wanted to drive again, but this time Xu Zhao raised his hand first: "Wait, I have a good idea .”

The young boy pushed open the car door and said with all his attention: "Go!"

His follower—the boy in black appeared from the air, and threw a few puppets at the back and the front of the car.

The log-colored puppet, which originally looked like an IKEA doll, gradually elongated its limbs, joined each other, and became flattened.

In the end, it was turned into a wooden plank, and a slope was built at the front and rear of the car.

Then the two teenagers hurried back into the car and closed the door tightly.

The send-off team rumbled along the wooden plank to the roof of the car, stepped on a few depressions, and then rumbled down another plank to get off the car, and continued to walk forward, still without looking back. .

——However, a few subordinates carrying lanterns at the back of the team pushed back the hair on the back of their heads as if they were scratching their heads, revealing vicious and vicious faces, staring at them with unwilling regret.

The footsteps continued without stopping, gradually drifting away.

The two wooden boards persisted until the entire team was gone, and then disintegrated into a pile of puppets, but most of the limbs were blackened, as if stained with ink.

In the end, the young follower only recalled a puppet, looked at the limbs stained with "ink", shook his head, but said in his mouth, "It's okay, it can be repaired in a little time."

Xu Zhao's forehead was covered with cold sweat, he gritted his teeth and said, "Then you should hurry up."

The young follower wanted to say something, but finally nodded: "I will try my best, then Master rest well."

Then it disappeared.

Xu Zhao's magic power was overdrawn, as if his body had been hollowed out, and he lay down on the back seat of the car, sighing softly: "I was screwed by that Xue Xiaoyuan."

An Ge originally wanted to taunt, but finally held back, "It's good to be alive."

Helian Wancheng also agrees with this, "If you survive a catastrophe, you will be blessed. Assassin followers, although they lack strength, their minds are quite flexible."

The young boy looked much better.

An Ge continued to reverse the car, but this time before even starting, another figure appeared in the rearview mirror.

He was also a man in ancient costume, standing in the middle of the road with his hands behind his back, his waist straight, and he looked at them coldly.

Helian Wancheng sighed: "The Lord has finally come out."

Then push the door and get off.

An Ge also pushed the door and got out of the car, and told Xu Zhao, no matter if it was useful or not, to stick a few more talismans in the car.

The man is dressed in exquisite Chinese clothes, the fabrics are very expensive at first glance, the toga has big sleeves, and the pearls and jade pieces pressed on the waist are as moist as water, which is quite like a fairy in the Wei and Jin Dynasties.

Seeing them getting out of the car, he still said coldly: "Don't be nervous, I have no intention of fighting you to death. However, the two masters came too early, and we are not ready yet, so we ordered Come here and trap everyone for a few hours. Just stay honest and let them go when the time comes."

I don't know why, this man speaks with a kind of arrogance and contempt coming out of his bones, which makes An Ge feel...his fists itch, and he wants to punch someone.

Helian Wancheng obviously resonated with him, but the Sword Immortal acted more efficiently. An Ge only saw a flash of white and clear light, and the long sword was out of its sheath, and he slashed out.

Amidst the loud noise, countless bluestone slabs with an average width of more than one meter exploded from the center, and a deep crack was cut out by the sword energy in the center of the street. By.

The noble young man was like catkins in the wind, rising from the ground lightly, and then lightly landed on the top of a pillar with a red lantern hanging on the side of the street, standing firmly as if walking on flat ground.

He stretched out his hand and gestured at the traces of the sword energy in the middle of the street. From the place where the sword came out to the end of the far crack, his long sleeves fluttered like clouds with his movements, and finally smiled slightly, "It's beautiful, you can make a sword with a hundred feet. As a swordsman, at least a five-star."

Helian Wancheng slashed down with another sword, the pillar and the lantern remained motionless, but the three-story wooden building behind the pillar was cut in half, and the huge beams cracked slowly with a click.

There was no one on the pillar.