Weird rules: 10 billion ghost money to gain weird favor

Foggy Mountain.

In the dilapidated temple at the foot of the mountain.

Dozens of Chosen gathered in the temple.

Cuddling with each other.

Cold wind kept blowing in from the broken walls, making people shiver with cold.

Although hiding in the dilapidated temple was uncomfortable.

But it was better than staying outside.

The fog outside was much more serious than when I first entered the dungeon.

It seemed that it would never dissipate.

Staying outside would really kill me.

A new Chosen hid in the corner.

His skin turned purple from the cold, and he looked like he was dying.

Suddenly he saw a little monk passing by.

So he asked:

"Little Master... When will this horrible weather end?"

"We still have to go to the tourist registration office to take the cable car to the top of the mountain."

These Chosen.

All received the message.

There is a cable car that goes directly to the top of the mountain.

But to take the cable car, you have to go down the mountain first.

Everyone discussed it.

I just climbed the mountain not long ago.

It is easier to go down the mountain than to go up the mountain.

And they all mistakenly believe that the closer to the top of the mountain, the more dangerous it is.

In fact, it is not the case.

To go down the mountain, you need to pass by the dilapidated temple where they were born first.

Who knows.

After arriving at the dilapidated temple.

There was constant fog outside.

Even the safe time mentioned in the rules was filled with fog, and it did not decrease at all.

Everyone has been in the dilapidated temple for a few days.

Life is almost exhausted.

The little monk stopped.

Put his hands together, and the clumsy luggage.

"Amitabha."

"Donor, the weather in this foggy mountain is unpredictable."

"But the fog will not be filled forever."

"It should not be long before it will dissipate."

Hearing this sentence.

The new Chosen One was full of despair.

Thinking in his heart.

This little monk is really an NPC.

Every time I ask, it is the same answer.

But wait, now, the fog has not stopped.

He looked at the little monk eagerly.

His eyes gradually blurred, his brain was groggy, and his consciousness began to become blurred.

He had not eaten or drunk for several days.

He also had to resist the strange erosion and mental pollution.

He was on the verge of collapse.

He looked at the little monk, with his round head and chubby face.

He had double vision.

It seemed that there were several little bald heads swaying in front of him.

Suddenly.

One of the cute little bald heads looked ferocious.

His eyes were scarlet, and his smooth forehead was knotted with blue veins, like an evil ghost.

The new Chosen One shuddered in fear.

"Young Master, you, you, how did you become..."

The young monk walked forward slowly, gently patted the back of the Chosen One, and said:

"Amitabha."

"Donor, please take a nap."

"The fog will stop when you wake up..."

The Chosen One fell into a deep sleep.

When his eyes were about to close, a trace of red light appeared.

In the dilapidated temple.

Near the door.

The last three people to arrive at the temple, Nia, Delos, and Li Shishuo, gathered here.

The three of them arrived at the temple the shortest time.

But they discovered the problem first.

Nia secretly looked at the little monk and said:

"The environment is changing too fast."

"If it's more dangerous down the mountain than on the mountain."

"Now the environment down the mountain is so bad, then the chosen ones who climb the mountain will die. This is totally unreasonable."

Delos nodded with a gloomy face and said:

"Going down the mountain is a trap. We have all been deceived."

"Maybe there is a cable car, but it is impossible to get through."

Nia said: "Since the cable car exists and there is relevant information, it means that taking the cable car is feasible, otherwise it would not appear in the ghost story copy for no reason."

"There is only one possibility... We were stopped here deliberately!"

This person can only be the little monk!

Delos whispered:

"I also think this little monk is not right."

Li Shishuo nodded and said:

"Yes, that little monk is very wrong."

"I saw this little monk standing at the door several times, looking up at the top of the mountain."

"There was fog all around, and I couldn't see anything, but he seemed to be able to see something."

"He can stare at the top of the mountain for half an hour, and he keeps muttering something in his mouth. It's almost time."

Nia's eyes turned slightly.

Her face was slightly gloomy.

"If we continue to stay in this dilapidated temple, we will die."

Li Shishuo said fearfully:

"Sister, let's not stay here. We will die faster if we go out."

"Look!"

Li Shishuo pointed at the weather outside and said:

"It has turned into silver-gray fog again!"

"Not only is there thick fog outside, but silver-gray fog appears from time to time."

"If we go out, we probably don't know where we will be transferred to."

DelosHe is the vice president of the Guild of Ghost Stories.

Not only is he powerful, but he is also very smart.

He thought for a moment and said:

"Whether we stay in the temple or go out, we will die."

"If we stay outside, we will die in the thick fog."

"If we stay in the temple, we will most likely be killed by the harmless-looking little monk."

"Don't worry about how we will break the situation later."

"At least it is clear now that the little monk is in the opposing camp."

"So... kill him first!"

Li Shishuo's pupils trembled slightly.

This idea is a bit crazy.

But if you think about it carefully, it does make sense.

Forget about it, let's talk about how to pass the dungeon first.

Kill the person who is going to kill you first.

Nia nodded.

She leaned against the temple gate and looked up.

All she saw was endless thick fog. She was a little puzzled and said:

"I still can't figure it out."

"That little monk has been looking up the mountain. What is he looking at?"

"I'm looking at a pair of hands."

The little monk appeared beside the three of them like a ghost without knowing when.

Suddenly.

The three of them were horrified and their backs felt cold.

When did he come!

Did he hear what she had just planned?

The three of them changed their faces and were full of vigilance.

The little monk looked up at the sky, then looked away.

He put his hands together and bowed slightly.

"Amitabha."

"If the obsession in your heart cannot be broken, chanting Buddha for a lifetime will be in vain."

"Don't you think so?"

Delos showed a stiff smile and said:

"Yes, yes, what the young master said makes sense."

The young monk showed a harmless smile and said:

"I am waiting for a pair of hands."

"It was only the last step away from the end, but it suddenly disappeared."

"Three donors, do you think this is a good thing or a bad thing?"

The three people were confused.

Although they didn't understand, they were trying their best to stabilize him first.

Delos said:

"I am not at a high level and cannot answer questions for the young master. Since the thing you are waiting for is gone, why don't you wait for the next one?"

"Hehe...hahaha..."

The young monk laughed a low and weird laugh, and then the laugh became crazy.

Suddenly.

The young monk's expression became extremely ferocious, and his eyes exuded a weird scarlet.

On the smooth head, small bumps grow one after another. If you look closely, you will find that each bump is a small head.

Countless heads of people who died tragically grow on the monk's bald head.

"Good!"

"Those hands have sealed me for hundreds of years."

"I have been waiting for the seal to weaken."

"And today... those hands were taken away! The seal is over!!!"

"I... am back!"