The raindrops are dripping, who is whispering, my friend, I see you on the rainy night.
"Xiao Pingping, what's going on? Where are the players?"
Ning Que looked at the dimly lit museum and muttered, "They don't even turn on the lights."
"Queque, be careful. Let's begin. Last time, we only disrupted the dungeon's sequence, but we didn't get the things we were supposed to get. Remember to get that unique sculpture."
Ning Que curled his lips. He didn't get anything from the scanner he was given last time.
As soon as the door opened, Ning Que's body reacted very quickly after going through several copies. He immediately fell to the ground and rolled sideways to avoid a sledgehammer falling from the sky. Then he immediately took out a ball of gauze from the space, dodged the sledgehammer like playing whack-a-mole, poured the alcohol lamp on it, lit it, and threw it on some cloth next to him. The whole hall was immediately lit up.
Ning Que immediately stood up and twisted his neck to create a strange angle. "Is whack-a-mole fun?" The red in her hand immediately wrapped around the sculpture's neck. She used the momentum to jump up, clamping her legs around the statue's head. "Is it fun?"
Ning Que didn't notice that his personality had changed even more drastically and become more distorted, as if it was supposed to be like that, and his initial caution also began to disappear.
Ning Que's legs began to slowly weaken. Hong Hong restrained the statue's hands. She picked up a kitchen knife and hacked at its neck. The sound of metal clashing echoed through the hall, and the statue felt a little dazed, though there were no wounds on its neck. Ning Que glanced at the now-bent blade in his hand, dropped it, and pouted, "I should have brought something back from the lab earlier."
At this time, the statue next to him opened its hands and grabbed her. Ning Que did a backflip and landed safely. He pulled Honghong and quickly circled around his feet twice. With a pull of both hands, the two statues overlapped and fell together.
Ning Que tossed the unconscious figure into the stone trough with both hands, then picked up the stone hammer from the ground, raised it high, and brought it down heavily. The statue's body seemed to soften under the hammer's impact, and the ups and downs of the hammer brought up many pieces of flesh, some of which stuck to Ning Que's face. The statue's face was completely distorted by the heavy blow. "Hurry up, if he's not unconscious, come over and turn him over. Honghong, let him go."
The hammerless statue felt incredibly square; he'd never flipped his partner over before. Ning Que looked at the statue, which was taking small, quick steps, and yelled, "Hurry up!" Ning Que could feel many eyes watching her as she diligently pounded the ghost rice cakes while chatting with Yiping.
"Xiao Pingping, it seems that the comprehensive quality potion you gave me is of some use!"
"Of course not. Huanhuan gave it to me."
"That's good for you."
"Of course not."
"So when are you guys going on your honeymoon? You said you were going on a honeymoon, but now you're still here helping me."
Yiping instantly fell to the ground out of shyness, leaving behind a sentence, "It will be done within 24 hours," and then ran away.
At this time, a fragrant breeze blew over, and a woman dressed in ancient costume leaned out from the side, with a bit of charm and a soft and gentle tone, which made people feel good. "Excuse me, what can I do for you?"
Ning Que walked over and said, "I'm here to get something. I wonder if the young lady has it here."
The female ghost made a gesture of invitation in a generous manner, and Ning Que followed without hesitation.
The scene changed instantly. They were strolling in a garden, surrounded by rockery and flowing water. The ghost covered her mouth and asked softly, "Aren't you afraid of what I'll take you into?"
"Young lady, you look like a person with an open mind, sincere feelings and trustworthiness. Why are you worried?" Ning Que secretly estimated his own fighting power. Forget it, it's better to live in peace.
"She really wins my heart." Ning Que smiled but did not continue.
"Why did you come here to get something?"
"I was entrusted with this task." No, it was to repay a debt.
Ning Que finally followed the ghost girl to a wooden door carved with human heads and Lycoris radiata. Ning Que commented with a smile, "What excellent taste! It would be even better if it had a touch of vermilion."
In an instant, the ghost girl put her arm around Ning Que, causing him to shiver from the cold. She chattered about her own affairs and ended with one sentence, "It seems that the best thing I did was to bring you here."
To summarize, this female ghost is called Wanyu. She likes to collect everything related to human bones. The people who came before were too unromantic and started fighting as soon as they met, so they became one of her collections. Now she takes me to her collection. She originally planned to make me one of her collections, but seeing that I have a unique insight into this, she let me go.
Ning Que rubbed his fingertips secretly.
The room was filled with white smoke, and objects of various sizes were shrouded in the mist. After Wanyu and Ning Que came in, the mist slowly dissipated, and the objects revealed their original appearance: small gadgets made of various human bones.
Wanyu excitedly pulled Ning Que and pointed at a skeleton wearing clothes, "Look quickly, what do you think is missing?"
From the perspective of an amateur whose hobby is fashion design, Ning Que thinks the material of the skeleton clothes is really good, but the design is a bit eye-catching.
The skeleton had no flesh and skin, but had long, beautiful black hair, which was filled with pearl hairpins. Its clothes were layers of red and purple, and it happened to be a short skirt that exposed its belly.
Quite avant-garde.
Ning Que felt itchy, so he took out the paper and pen that he had stuffed into the space before for some reason, and said to her, "Designing clothes depends on the model's body shape. You are thin, so you need to spend some time to consider your bust and hip circumference, which can highlight your features." Ning Que simply drew a sketch on it, "Fair skin is the least picky about color, but your color is too saturated, which will make -" She was about to explain the color matching in detail, but Ning Que finally remembered her own task after three hours.
"Wanyu, I'm leaving first. I'll tell you next time." Ning Que roughly marked the colors.
Wanyu opened her eyes, eager to learn, and said, "Can you not leave? I really want to keep you here."
Ning Que looked at them with a dazed look in his eyes and quickly wrote down his phone number beside them, thinking that these people didn't have any. "I have a lot of clothing manuscripts over there. I'll bring them to you next time. This is my phone number."
Wanyu stood up and handed Ning Que a palm-sized jade pendant. "This is my pass. You can come and go freely. You can walk freely on the first floor."
The moment Ning Que stepped out of the door, he found himself standing at the entrance of the exhibition area. He then spent two hours walking around the first floor and it seemed that he was on the second floor.
There were many human head sculptures and Western-style sculptures with exposed arms and legs on the stairs. When Ning Que stepped onto the first step, the sculptures turned their heads and stared at Ning Que. Ning Que looked at his backpack and sighed with some regret, saying that it was a mistake for not bringing a hammer.
With the unique stiffness of the sculptures, a flash of lightning illuminates the huge sculptures with their mouths open, which begin to move.
Ning Que smiled, a smile even scarier than those statues. He split his face in half and pressed his face against the nearest head statue. "Am I beautiful?"
The statues could not speak but could only move. Ning Que picked him up and smashed him towards the statues. Finally, the statues on the top looked at a woman carrying the head of one of their companions and going through all the obstacles. Oh, oh, oh, come up quickly. We are just small fry. The big guy on the second floor has not appeared yet.
When Ning Que was halfway there, he felt that the thing he wanted was nearby. Ning Que looked at the two-meter-tall sculpture, holding up the head, and asked, "Would you like to move it yourself or should I do it?"
The statue was trembling. No one he had met before would even hit a statue like this that was only trying to scare people. Ning Que looked at the statue standing there, motionless. He held up the intact head and looked at it thoughtfully. This head seemed a little too hard. He looked at the broken heads below and silently went back to pick up a few relatively intact heads and stuffed them into his own space.
When going back to pick it up, the sculptures along the way were trembling. After all, it was so terrifying to witness the disappearance of their companions. Then Ning Que looked at the two-meter-high sculpture in the middle of the stairs, squatted down with his legs slightly apart, and sank his energy into his dantian. He lifted up the statue and threw it into the space.
She clapped her hands in satisfaction and looked at the thing on it. It was a small clock, with the hour and minute hands spinning chaotically. She stared at it for a while, feeling a little dizzy. "Xiao Pingping, is this the thing?"
"Let me see, it should be. I'll collect it immediately after you touch it."
She directed Honghong to take the small bell down. The closer the bell got, the more dizzy Ning Que felt, as if he had been put into a washing machine. When the bell was finally put away, Ning Que sat on the ground for a long time to relax.
"Queque, shall we go?"
"Wait, I want to take a look at the second floor." As soon as Ning Que went up, he saw the Buddha statue standing in the center who had fought with her. The Buddha statue seemed to have seen her as well, and narrowed its eyes slightly and smiled at her.
Ning Que looked at the Buddha statue, picked up a pile of broken human heads from the stairs, and started throwing them.
Then, one head after another flew towards the Buddha statue, bang, bang, bang, but none of them hit it. Ning Que didn't believe it anymore, so he broke off one of the statue's hands and took out a small loudspeaker, "Be good, curse at it, no matter how harshly you say it." In an instant, a loud and clear shouting echoed throughout the second floor.
"Xiao Pingping, if I say leave, you take me away immediately." Ning Que stepped onto the second floor.
"Okay." Yiping also felt relieved.
Ning Que immediately rushed forward and smashed the Buddha statue on the head. Bang, bang, bang, his arm was broken, but the Buddha statue only had cracks. Ning Que had no choice but to pick up the loudspeaker hanging on his waist and smash it on his head, and it cracked.
The Buddha statue's twisted face floated out, trying to bite Ning Que. "Go!"
Ning Que left, and the Buddha statue bit the air, making a crisp sound.
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