"Of course!" Tour Guide Wang greeted everyone enthusiastically, speaking eloquently, "Come, come, follow me. Do you see that doll? The princess doll in the lace dress... It is said that it was left behind by the queen of Country Y twenty years ago!"
It starts with a kid, and the whole story is made up.
Lin Xiaoman, mingling in the small group, listened half-heartedly, wondering, Who? Who was the one who got kicked out? Why was he kicked out? Did he break the dungeon rules?
What are the rules? Is it... murdering NPCs?
Write it down, maybe it’s true.
As for who was struck out?
It doesn’t matter, one less out! It’s better to be all out!
"Assemble, assemble..." Tour guide Wang shouted loudly into the loudspeaker. The half-hour break was over and they continued on their way.
After walking and stopping for more than half an hour, there was still no abnormality, and the group arrived at the river.
Tour guide Wang stood at the front, standing on a large rock. He pointed at the river behind and launched into a frenzy of superstition. "Everyone, look! This is the river where the rumored young woman drowned. Don't go near it. It's said her spirit hasn't found peace and is filled with resentment. Every night, she appears and captures those without the doll's blessing, using them as scapegoats... If you want to pray, just throw the doll into the river..."
After listening to a lot, Lin Xiaoman concluded: the danger of the copy will appear at night!
The only danger during the day comes from competition and hostility?
Thinking of this, Lin Xiaoman subconsciously glanced at Lu Yuan next to him. Lu Yuan lowered her head, looking at the rag doll in her arms, with a smile on her lips.
Because of the angle at which she lowered her head, the sunlight hit her face, casting a shadow on the lower half of her face. The smile hidden in the shadow was a little weird.
Completely unaware of Lin Xiaoman's gaze, Lu Yuan was in a good mood. She took a step forward, waved her hand and threw the rag doll she was holding. The doll flew out, drew an arc in the air, and then fell into the river, splashing a few water drops before floating on the surface of the river.
The doll stuffed with cotton didn't sink immediately, but drifted away slowly with the current. Then, as the river water soaked it, it sank deeper and deeper...
As if filled with despair and unwillingness, it was gradually submerged by the river water, and finally sank and disappeared without a trace.
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