Chapter 120 The Cave of Sorrow (29) Le Li Mo
Xing Zhe fled in another direction, and Qin Xishuang did not chase him. He frowned in distress: "What is the use of the pill? Can it resist a fatal blow? I don't believe it. Poison? But Gao Mengtang also took it."
Seeing that Wei Wei said nothing, Qin Xishuang didn't want to make herself look boring: "Forget it, there are only two of us now, why are we still discussing other people? I don't care whether they are dead or alive."
He raised his hand and dozens of red butterflies fluttered around. Their scaly wings were like blades, cutting open Xiuhong's body and digging out her heart.
The burial beetles with gold patterns on a black background lined up in a row, holding up the still-beating heart. They looked like a dirty, ugly lace.
"Let's go," Qin Xishuang took Wei Wei's hand, "Oh, your hands are so cold, almost like ice."
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【A: Maintain a positive and optimistic attitude】
[B: Get a strong and healthy body]
Wo Lanbei couldn't help but complain: "What a mess of choices these are. You still have a positive and optimistic attitude, trying to coax a kindergarten kid? We choose B."
Not long after walking out, Gao Mengtang heard sobbing sounds. He recognized the voice: "It's Xing Zhe. Where is she? Why is she crying?"
Seeing Gao Mengtang, Xing Zhe threw himself into his arms and burst into tears: "My sister is dead! Killed by the two brides!"
The brides refer to Qin Xishuang and Wei Wei, both of whom wore red wedding dresses. Gao Mengtang comforted her for a while and asked about the situation. He was relieved to learn that Wei Wei was fine.
Then, there is endless emotion.
The sisters Xiuhong and Xingzhe were worried that Qin Wei and his partner would be in danger if they married the Ghost Doctor, so they protected them secretly. They never expected that the person they helped would hurt them instead.
Thinking of this, Xing Zhe also cursed: "What a sissy! When he saw the danger, he hid himself first! I couldn't find him anywhere. Then I don't know where he came out from and dragged me away again."
"The sissy was stopped by the opera singer. He ignored me and I ignored him. I left those two ungrateful people and ran away."
Why did Wei Wei hide? He was not a coward. But they did not have the energy to dwell on these details, and the group came to the stone tablet.
[A: Open the past · Xuanhu and return to Changming Village 200 years ago (you will not be harmed during this period)]
[B: Do not enter the Past·Hanging Lake, but obtain 5 bottles of intermediate spirit value recovery agent]
【C: Gain a positive and optimistic attitude】
Bo Yao: "...Li Mo is a college counselor, and he is so concerned about the psychological state of the players."
Similar options appeared repeatedly, and the players all felt something was wrong, but entering [Past: Hanging Lake] meant being able to explore the dungeon in depth, and they were unwilling to give up this opportunity.
After some discussion, they chose option A.
[The entrance to the past·Hanging Lake has been set]
[Explore on your own to find the entrance]
Xing Zhe was still wiping her tears. She asked Bo Yao why Qin Xishuang wanted to kill her sister. Bo Yao opened her mouth but had nothing to say.
These NPCs haven't figured out the rules of the Stele Forest Maze yet. She can't tell them, or they'll use her as a sacrifice.
"He's a psychopath." Bo Yao could only answer in this way. "He's gone mad."
When they entered the village, the house was empty. The moment they stepped over the threshold, the furnishings in the house suddenly changed.
The room was tidier, the appliances were spotless, and looked like they had just been purchased. The outdated holographic game cabin in the bedroom suddenly turned into a high-configuration computer with a drawing tablet.
Wolanbei took a look at the display model: "I have only seen this model in museums."
The furniture did not become "new", but changed from worn-out modern furniture to brand-new antique furniture. They entered a room that was two hundred years old.
"Sister, which family lives in this room?" Wolanbei asked.
Xing Zhe looked out the window and said, "The road to the north should be for going up the mountain to collect herbs. As far as I remember, there is no such room in Changming Village..."
The room was covered with award certificates, from the village primary school's three-good student to the university honors certificate from Zhongzhou. This family had a very outstanding child, and if the house was any smaller, there wouldn't be enough space for the award certificates.
There are four bedrooms in total, and the hard decoration is similar in all of them, but the soft decoration in one room is particularly exquisite. The peeling brick walls are matched with a full set of wooden furniture, which is quite simple and warm. There are many paintings hanging on the walls, and many exquisite small ornaments in the corners.
Gao Mengtang couldn't see clearly, so he walked while holding onto the furniture. He accidentally bumped into something on the shelf, and the music box popped open with a "pop", and an ethereal song rang out.
Upon hearing the melody, all the players shuddered: it was the melody of a scary nursery rhyme!
"Pick up the axe and chop daddy, blood-red flowers one by one..." Gao Mengtang hummed twice, "Sister, where did you hear this nursery rhyme from?"
Xing Zhe: "The kids in Changming Village sang it, and I remembered it. There are two kinds of lyrics. The one I sang is the dark version. The original lyrics are not like this."
Gao Mengtang: "How long has the dark version of the lyrics been circulating?"
"It's been a long time, I don't know."
Bo Yao was checking the bookshelf. He yawned and pulled out a few books at random: "Frankenstein", "Sea of Entry", "The Gods Themselves"... Just looking at the titles makes them look boring."
Gao Mengtang suddenly seemed to remember something, and paused as he fumbled around: "They are all science fiction novels."
There was a wooden figurine on the bookshelf. Xing Zhe looked at it for a moment and said, "Isn't this the Ghost Doctor?"
She immediately knelt down, kowtowed with tears in her eyes, and cursed with gnashing teeth: "Ghost Doctor Immortal, cut that stinky actor into pieces."
Xing Zhe kept cursing him, and Gao Mengtang felt uncomfortable, but she didn't know what to say. Wo Lanbei couldn't stand it anymore, and said earnestly, "Sister, change your bad habit of cursing. What does "an idiot" mean? When Wei Wei gets angry, you can't beat ten of him. Be careful, he'll beat you up."
"Chair two!" Xing Zhe's neck stiffened.
"Little girl!" Wolanbei glared.
Gao Mengtang skillfully acted as a peacemaker: "Why bother with a child? Let's find the entrance to [Past Events·Hanging Lake] first."
Opening [Past Events: Hanging Lake] usually triggers a key plot or discovers a key prop. Wolanbei picked up the wooden doll on the bookshelf and said, "Why is this thing not placed in the shrine, but on the bookshelf, it looks like a figurine."
"Put Li Mo down!" Xing Zhe shouted.
Wolanbei: "Little girl, do you think I don't dare to hit you?!"
"I asked you to put Li Mo down!"
"You shout again!"
"Put down Li Mo!"
Gao Mengtang separated the two of them: "Wait, wait a minute, don't argue yet." He took the wooden puppet, put it in Xing Zhe's hand, and asked softly, "Who do you think this is?"
Xing Zhe: "Li Mo."
The fourth time he heard Xing Zhe call this name, Gao Mengtang finally remembered why he felt that "Li Mo" sounded familiar. People from Nanzhou have a slight accent, and when they read these two words, it sounds like "Nemo".
Nemo, or Nemo, is used as a name, meaning a fictitious person, a person who does not exist. There is a Captain Nemo in the novel "Twenty Thousand Leagues Under the Sea".
The author of the novel is named Jules.
"Is there a copy of 'Twenty Thousand Leagues Under the Sea' on the bookshelf?" Gao Mengtang asked, "Take this book down. It should be the tool to open 'The Past: Hanging Lake'."
As soon as Wolanbei pulled out the book, flowing water ripples appeared in the air. The player felt dizzy. When he came to his senses, the room was still the same, but Xing Zhe was gone.
"With so many books, how do you know which one it is?" Bo Yao was surprised, "Can you really tell fortunes?"
Gao Mengtang: “…No.”
Wolanbei snorted twice: "There is something. Wei Wei followed you, so he is not completely blind."
Gao Mengtang was speechless again: "When you say that, Wei Wei looks like a little wife."
Outside the window, the sun was setting and under the eaves, a man and a woman were talking.
"Can Cuihua come back?" the man asked.
The woman replied: "She must come back. If she doesn't, I will pretend that I never gave birth to this daughter!"
Just as he finished speaking, there was a clattering sound of suitcases in the yard and a girl walked in.
Seeing the couple sitting under the eaves, the girl had a calm expression and stopped on her way into the house.
The couple crossed their arms over their chests, looking angry, and glared at the girl with resentment.
The girl looked back at them calmly.
The two groups of people seemed to be angry with each other, and no one spoke. It was the girl who spoke first: "Dad, Mom."
"Zhang Cuihua, you still remember to come back!" Seeing her daughter give in first, Zhang's mother got angry and became more and more unscrupulous. "We paid for your schooling, but you became independent and didn't come home for three years!"
Next, there was a boring rant. I listened to it roughly. The girl named Zhang Cuihua had good grades, went to a big city to study, and made a lot of money.
Zhang Cuihua said she was busy with work and had no time to come back, but she sent a lot of money home, and the new furniture in the room was all bought by her.
"Look at the death of these two old hats," Wo Lanbei scratched her ears, "If I were their daughter, I would have nothing better to do in the big city than come back to suffer this kind of humiliation."
Ripples appeared on the water, which was spinning at high speed. Time passed faster and faster. Only when the sun set completely did Zhang's father and mother stop nagging and let their daughter into the house.
Zhang Cuihua returned to her room, turned on her computer, logged into her social software, and chatted with her friends.
：I went back to my hometown.
Friend: Why go back? They met a little genius like you, but instead of thanking Buddha, they belittle, deny and suppress you all day long.
: Your family members are both inferior and conceited, and they will feel unbalanced even if their own children are successful.
Zhang Cuihua had no expression on her face. She had ten slender fingers and a bandage on the middle finger of her right hand. Her keyboard typing movements were particularly graceful: they were her biological parents after all.
Friend: How long are you staying? I want to hang out with you. Let's go to the concert.
Zhang Cuihua: One week. Not long.
Friend: Then I’ll grab the ticket first.
There was no light in the room, and the light from the screen shone on Zhang Cuihua's face. She was thin, with thick and fluffy black hair, which was tied into a low bun with a shark clip. The strands of hair brushed the sides of her face, giving her a kind of careless beauty.
Bo Yao sat on the bed. After entering the Past·Hanging Lake, the player exists as a ghost and will not leave any trace. He glanced at Zhang Cuihua's profile and said, "This sister is quite pretty. Her parents chose the name Cuihua so casually. It doesn't match her temperament at all."
As soon as I mentioned her name, I saw a new message from Zhang Cuihua's friend.
Q: Have you decided on a new name?
Zhang Cuihua: Not yet.
She stared at the screen for half a minute, typed a few words, deleted them, and typed again.
After hesitating for a long time, I still sent a message.
Zhang Cuihua: This is my last time coming back. I plan to give my family 2 million yuan and cut off contact with them. They don’t know where I live. I will change my phone number and name, and we will never see each other again.
Friend: Oh, okay. Just consider this as putting an end to this bad relationship.
After the chat, Zhang Cuihua turned off the computer and played the music box. The melody of the dark nursery rhyme sounded again. Even without the lyrics, it sounded very pleasant.
She turned on the bedside lamp, pulled out a novel, leaned back in her chair and began to read.
Time accelerated again. Early the next morning, Zhang Cuihua was awakened by the chattering in the yard.
"Have your college students come back to celebrate the New Year?"
"Yes, he kept asking and asking. He's very arrogant."
"Children nowadays love to run outside."
"What's so good about big cities! Just reading two books makes you feel like you've grown up."
Zhang Cuihua groaned, put on her earplugs, turned over and continued to sleep. The life-threatening knock on the door woke her up again.
"What are you doing?" Zhang Cuihua pulled back the quilt irritably.
Father Zhang: "What's your tone! Get up, it's already so late. You're such a lazy bum, you've read so many books but you haven't developed any good habits."
Zhang Cuihua didn't want to argue with them, and she didn't want to argue with them. She probably wanted to endure these few days and have a bright future. She took a few deep breaths and got up to wash.
During this short half-hour time for washing her face and brushing her teeth, Zhang Cuihua's elders blocked her in the bathroom and kept nagging her.
Including Zhang Cuihua, there are a total of five people living in this cottage. The other four are her parents, grandfather and her unmarried sister-in-law.
Zhang's father: "You are old enough to get married."
Aunt Zhang: "When I was your age, I already had a child."
Grandpa Zhang: "You don't know how to help your family more. It's not easy for your parents to support a college student."
"I earned my tuition and living expenses from my part-time job." Zhang Cuihua squeezed out some facial cleanser.
"Oh, I've never seen these bottles and jars before," said the aunt, "Without your parents, there would be no you. Your mother had a difficult labor when she gave birth to you..."
Finally, Zhang Cuihua exploded. She slammed the water, splashing foam all over her family members: "Why are you so chattering? It's like chanting a sutra, it never ends! I give you money, but I give you too much. You don't have to do any work, and you just nag when you have free time?!"
The scene was silent for a few seconds, and then even louder noises broke out. There were cries, curses, thigh slapping, vulgarity and boredom, and it was unbearable to watch.
In the afternoon, in order to vent her frustration, Zhang Cuihua picked up an axe and went to the yard to chop wood.
Although she looked frail, she was very good at hands-on work. She chopped down some wood, grinded it into strips, made a simple picture frame, and then carried her painting supplies to the mountains and forests to sketch.
Just as I sat down and hadn't finished writing the draft, my aunt came running over and said, "Cuihua, Abo from the neighboring village is here to visit us. Go and meet him."
"I don't know him and I don't want to see him." Zhang Cuihua didn't even take her eyes off the canvas.
Auntie: "I can't see you. They came here sincerely, so I want to see you."
Zhang Cuihua paused and turned her head away: "Meet me? Do I know him?"
"We'll know each other when we meet," the aunt said with a smile, "He may have done it. He's from a good family and he's two years younger than you."
Zhang Cuihua frowned even more tightly: "He is here for a blind date, with me?"
"Yes," said the aunt, "Abo can't forget your photo..."
"My photo? How does he have my photo?" Zhang Cuihua raised her voice.
The younger sister-in-law noticed that she was a little angry, which made her even happier: "Your parents gave it to you. You are so old, but you are still not married. Do you still want to be like the city people and be single?"
Before she could finish her words, Zhang Cuihua had smashed the paintbrush into the bucket, confiscated all the painting supplies, and went home with a slightly angry look on her face.
The situation was more embarrassing than she had expected. Not only Abo's family from the neighboring village, but the living room was crowded with people, mostly parents with their sons. The floor was covered with mud and fruit cores and garbage were thrown everywhere.
When the men who came for the blind date saw Zhang Cuihua dressed neatly, their eyes lit up and their gazes were glued to her, unable to be torn away.
Zhang Cuihua glanced at her parents coldly: "What do you mean?"
"They all think highly of you and want to get to know you." Zhang's father said, "Let's decide on the marriage this year."
Some men were holding photos of Zhang Cuihua, which were her graduation photos wearing a bachelor's gown.
"I put your photo under my quilt, and look at it every day before going to bed." A man with oily hair and yellow teeth laughed obscenely.
Zhang Cuihua: "You guys are posting my photos everywhere? Do you respect other people's privacy?"
Aunt Zhang: "You can't even let me see the photos?"
The room was full of people, looking at her with curiosity, scrutiny, and criticism... Zhang Cuihua was like an animal on display, and no matter how good-tempered she was, she couldn't stand it.
She made a big fuss and it wasn't until midnight that she calmed down.
The next day, Zhang Cuihua visited every household and found the photos her parents had sent out. She looked thin, but she had a strong aura, and the villagers didn't dare to provoke her. After receiving the photos, Zhang Cuihua burned them to ashes on the spot.
The ashes fell and were stepped into the soil by Zhang Cuihua.
"Going door to door to collect soil," Gao Mengtang sighed softly, "The Ghost Doctor..."
As a result, Zhang Cuihua's relationship with her family became more strained. The following memories were filled with noise.
"You don't want to marry a villager, you want to marry a city guy?" Zhang Ma yelled hysterically, "We are a poor family, how can a guy from a big city like you?"
"Don't think you're so special!"
"The eyes are covered with a sky spirit!"
There was chaos for several days. Zhang Cuihua chopped wood and made wood carvings in the yard in the morning. In the afternoon, she closed the door and read in the bedroom.
Every day, I finish reading a novel and chat with friends at night.
: My family is urging me to get married again [crying]
Friend: You are only 25...
: They took my photos and distributed them everywhere. People in the village blocked the door of my house and looked at them like they were looking at a monkey.
Friend: ??? No, they introduce you to people from the village. It's not that they look down on them. We are not from the same world. If you marry one of them, will the man come to the city to eat free meals, or will you go back to work on the farm?
Zhang Cuihua sighed: "My family can't stand seeing me doing well. They have suffered all their lives and are still trapped in the village. My father can paint, and I learned from him since I was a child, but I paint better."
: They feel unbalanced about relying on this skill to study and work in big cities...Forget it, let’s not talk about this.
Zhang Cuihua: I am a paper-sexual person. I don’t like men from my hometown or the countryside. Men should be paper-sexual. [doge]
On the sixth night, she sent a message to her friend
: Let me show you my new OC
OC means personal original character. The person who creates the OC will build a virtual world and a story for him, hand-draw the character image, add character settings and so on.
In other words, OC is the creator's imaginary friend.
Zhang Cuihua sent photos of her notes.
: He was a medical practitioner who achieved immortality, but his master was jealous of his talent and left him with a heart disease when he was very young, which was a time bomb.
The story she wrote was very long, and the player just glanced at it and went straight to the last sentence.
: The doctor fell into the evil ghost realm and spread the disease. He is called the Ghost Doctor.
Wo Lanbei laughed and said, "For more than 200 years, Changming Village has worshipped the Ghost Doctor Immortal. Do they know that this is just an OC? The second dimension rules the world."
Friend: That’s cool, what’s the name of the Ghost Doctor?
Zhang Cuihua: Limo!
: Adapted from Captain Nemo, Nemo means the non-existent person.
: I drew the character design [picture] and made a wooden figurine of him [picture]
The person in the picture was Li Mo whom they met two hundred years later.
Outside the window, the sound of firecrackers drowned out the crackling sound of keyboards, and the cold words of family members were mixed in with the festive noise.
Five days later, a smile finally appeared on Zhang Cuihua's face. The flickering colorful light of the fireworks reflected on her face, making the smile more vivid.
: I've decided what name I want to change to.
: The person who created Limo should be called Xu Le.
She spent the whole night chatting with her friends, talking about everything from the setting of the OC to the comics that Xu Le was serializing. In the early hours of the night, outside the bedroom, my sister-in-law raised her voice and said in a sarcastic tone, "I don't have the conditions to stay up late, and I don't have any eye cream or face cream to apply."
As if he hadn't heard it, Xu Le typed the following line: I will go back tomorrow. I will leave 2 million to them.
Friend: 2 million is too much for me.
Xu Le: Just shut them up.
Before turning off the computer, my friend sent another message.
: By the way, this morning, Jiang Heng heard from me that you went home for a blind date, and he said he wanted to go see you. He left this morning.
Xu Le: The journey from Zhongzhou to Nanzhou is too long. By the time he arrived, I had already gone back.
：Good evening. I will come back to play with you the day after tomorrow. Let's go eat xx's pistachio cheese rolls first.
She got up to wash up, and when she came back she turned off the computer without even looking at the screen. The friend sent the last two sentences, but Xu Le didn't see them.
: Jiang Heng has liked you for a long time. Have you not noticed it at all?
Time passes faster and the scenes in front of you are played at double speed.
On the afternoon of the seventh day, the New Year's Day was halfway over, the ashes of firecrackers were everywhere, the ashes in the stove were cold, and the early spring wind was still chilly.
Xu Le changed into sportswear, a thin cotton jacket, and tied her hair into a neat high ponytail. Before leaving the room, she placed her bank card on her desk.
After running five kilometers, I listened to gossip for half an hour. Running is a rare thing here.
When I got home, the first thing I saw was an SUV parked at the door, and in the yard, there was the back of a thin, tall man.
"Jiang Heng?" Xu Le wiped the sweat from his forehead, "You really came?"
The man turned around immediately. He was holding a benzene box. His face was yellow and his eyes were dark blue. He looked like he had traveled all night and was not in good condition. When he saw Xu Le, he smiled and said, "Xu Le."
The elders had gone to visit, so there was no one in the house. They sat down in the dining room. Jiang Heng first used scissors to cut open the several layers of transparent tape wrapped around the benzene box.
"I heard you like the cheese rolls here, so I brought you some."
After more than 30 hours of traveling, the ice packs have melted, and the dessert box is covered with a layer of condensed water. The moss green cake base is wrapped in milky green cream and sprinkled with a thick layer of pecan chopped fruit. The sweet aroma is blended with a layer of salty aroma of nuts.
It was exactly the pistachio cheese roll from xx that Xu Le mentioned last night.
This store is only available in Zhongzhou Zucheng. After more than 30 hours of travel, I brought back a box of desserts.
The cheese roll was damp and soft. Xu Le took a bite of it. The soaked butter was not sweet enough, and the wet cake base had no taste. After eating too much greasy food during the Chinese New Year, it was particularly refreshing and delicious.
Bo Yao sat on the sofa, crossed his legs on the coffee table, and said lazily: "I love desserts, but now that I see cheese rolls, I have no appetite at all."
Wo Lanbei stretched lazily, "This colorful ornamental food, Wei Wei likes it very much."
"Thank you," said Xu Le, "I have already finished the draft for next week."
"I'm not here to urge you to submit your manuscript," Jiang Heng smiled helplessly, "How about a blind date?"
Xu Le's eyes dimmed for a moment: "That's not a blind date, it's... an exhibition."
As soon as the voice fell, I heard my aunt yelling in the yard: "Whose car is this? Why is it parked in front of my house? Who bought this car? It looks quite expensive——"
As soon as she entered the room and saw Jiang Heng, the aunt suddenly stopped talking and stared at Jiang Heng's face.
Soon, Zhang's father and mother came back, followed by a young man carrying chickens, ducks, eggs and milk. When they saw a strange man in elegant clothes sitting with Xu Le, their faces immediately turned unhappy.
"You are such a little girl, you don't know how to behave yourself," Aunt Zhang pointed at Xu Le's nose, "You haven't even gotten married yet, and you're alone with a man. Is this what college teaches you?"
Jiang Heng's face darkened: "Auntie, please keep your mouth shut."
"You're still trying to climb the social ladder, but don't you see what you are? Do you really think you're superior just because you've read a few books?"
Aunt-in-law: "Marrying her means you'll be treated like a slave. It's better to find a good family in the village. Niece, take a look at Aunt Liu's son. He's a better match for you."
The young man was drooling as he handed over the gift in his hand.
Jiang Heng's face turned pale after enduring so much, and he raised his hand and knocked over all the gifts.
"They're going to quarrel again," Wolanbei wiped the gun carelessly, "Speed up, speed up, pass this section."
The images were played at double speed, and the characters' movements were connected. They first quarreled, then pushed, and then smashed things. The cheese rolls that they brought from thousands of miles away were pushed to the ground and trampled into a pool of mud.
Jiang Heng took Xu Le's hand and wanted to take her into the car and leave.
Xu Le: "Wait a minute, my Li Mo."
She turned back to the room and wanted to take the wooden doll away, but Jiang Heng surrounded her and held her tightly with his arms.
In the chaotic room, Jiang Heng and Xu Le were unable to separate and had to fight against a group of lunatics.
Seeing this scene, the young girl was so angry that her nose was crooked. She didn't know what she was angry about. Her rationality was burned dry. She snatched the Li Mo wood carving from Xu Le's hand and smashed it at her face.
"Xu Le!" Jiang Heng rushed over and blocked her way.
The wooden sculpture hit his jaw. Li Mo held the mortar with one hand, and the sharp edges cut a wound that was half a centimeter deep and 10 centimeters long.
Jiang Heng was stunned, and so were the people in the room. He touched the blood on his face, his eyes gleaming with ferocity: "If you hit her, she'll be disfigured!"
With tears in her eyes, the young aunt pulled up the corners of her mouth and smiled: "Zhang Cuihua, you are so capable. What kind of fox charm did you use to make him protect you like this?"
With a dull thud, the young aunt was pushed down by Jiang Heng. He pulled Jiang Heng and walked out angrily.
In the village under the setting sun, there were roosters crowing and dogs barking, the crimson sky, and the shadows of bird wings passing by. In the courtyard, the livestock, startled by the noise, screamed at the top of their lungs, and the chopped firewood and piled grains were placed in a mess.
Jiang Heng had already opened the car door. A roar came from behind him and the players all gasped.
The young girl actually raised an axe and chopped at them!
Jiang Heng hugged Xu Le and dodged, and the tempered car glass cracked into spider-shaped cracks.
In a very brief moment, the player saw a terrifying fire in Xi Le's eyes. Like a coiled dragon or a crouching tiger, the villain had been jumping in front of her for too long, and she finally ignited a cold anger.
Xu Le snatched the axe from his sister-in-law's hand and chopped at her head.
The young girl raised her arm to block it, but her hand was split in half, and her head was also split in half...
Then there are dad, mom, and grandpa.
In just three minutes, the village that had been noisy just now became as quiet as a grave. Corpses were lying everywhere, and blood was all over the ground.
Bang. Xule threw down the axe and said, "You go first."
Jiang Heng came back to his senses from the shock and grabbed her bloody arm: "Let's go together."
"No," Xu Le said, picking up the bank card on the table, "I'm going to find Li Mo."
Jiang Heng: "Who is Li Mo?"
"My... lover. My only lover." Xu Le picked up the Li Mo wood carving on the ground and wiped the blood from the medicine mortar.
: [Past Events·Xuanhu] has ended.
: You will return to the maze, please be prepared.
Gao Mengtang slowly collected his thoughts, still in a daze, when he heard the system prompt: "The pre-mission for transcendence, killing the Great Witch, has been completed."
"You can save the butcher [Li Xing'er], come on."
The Great Witch is dead? Gao Mengtang was still in a daze when he heard Xiao Canglan shout, "Change! Become a monster!"
Something is about to become a monster?
He raised his misty eyes.
In front of him, Xing Zhe was twitching all over, crawling and struggling on the ground like a worm.
She stopped moving, laughing crazily, and her hands turned into axes.
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"There are people in front, a lot of people," Qin Xishuang glanced at them with a lack of interest, "Awei, they came to disturb our date, I'm very unhappy."
Wei Wei: “…”
Qin Xishuang: "Aren't you going to coax me?"
"Shut up." Wei Wei whispered.
The NPCs were not in the right state. They gathered together, their bodies twitching, their throats making "ho-ho" inhalation sounds, and their arms waving like loaches.
The two approached, and they showed no aggression. They just looked like they were parasitized, with large lumps on their skin.
The Great Witch was also among them. He was kneeling in front of a corpse with a pale face.
Qin Xishuang poked one of them curiously, but there was no response: "What's going on?"
"I, I don't know!" The Great Witch retreated in panic, "They, they are possessed by ghosts, kill them quickly!"
The other NPCs did not show any aggressiveness for the time being. The player chatted with the witch and roughly understood the cause and effect.
It turned out that the Great Witch met this group of villagers. The villagers found that there was a ghost wall in the village, so they asked the Great Witch to exorcise the evil spirits.
The witch didn't know how to exorcise evil spirits at all, and he just pretended to scold them. The villagers were panicked and angry, and they started fighting with the witch. During the argument, one person was killed with a shovel.
Then, the villagers seemed to be possessed, as if something was about to come out of their bodies.
"Someone died..." Qin Xishuang thought, "Awei, the first NPC we killed was Wu Feng. At that time, only a female ghost scream came out of his body."
Wei Wei: "The more NPCs die, the stronger the female ghost becomes?"
"I guess so." Qin Xishuang held one of the men's head and looked into his eyes.
Suddenly, he exerted force with his five fingers, and with a snap, the spine broke and the man fell to the ground.
In an instant, the other NPCs began to struggle more violently, foaming at the mouth and with their eyes rolled back.
"You guessed it right." Qin Xishuang smiled jokingly, "Awei, do you want to see the female ghosts? If you kill a few more, will the female ghosts come out?"
Both of them were top 30 players on the honor list, with strong combat power, and it was easy for them to deal with monsters in the fifth-level dungeon. Wei Wei also wanted to see the true appearance of the female ghost, but when the words came to his lips, he suddenly changed his mind.
"No. Don't kill anyone."
The Stele Forest maze is a whole, the two of them can handle it, but what about Gao Mengtang?
Wolanbei's fighting ability is not bad, but he took that pill... Calculating the time, the drug effect is about to reach its optimal point. They are slaughtering here, and Gao Mengtang will encounter more monsters.
"I think," Qin Xishuang narrowed her eyes, "I guess Gao Mengtang wants it too."
Wei Wei stared at him expressionlessly.
"Why don't you glare at me anymore?" Qin Xishuang frowned regretfully. "You're especially funny when you make your narrow eyes round."
Bang! Another head was crushed.
"Qin Xishuang! Stop it." Wei Wei growled in a suppressed voice.
In just a few seconds, three or four people died at his hands. Qin Xishuang looked back and saw Wei Wei standing there but did not come to stop him. She couldn't help but smile.
The butterfly knife flew and hit the villager right between the eyebrows. Thousands of burial beetles crawled out of the soil, swarming densely, and the golden patterns on their shells looked like eyes.
Before he knew it, Wei Wei suddenly rushed over, with a black silk in his hand, wrapping around Qin Xishuang's neck with such force that he almost strangled him to death.
Qin Xishuang lay on her back, laughing until tears came out, and stroked Wei Wei's hand that was holding the black silk: "Awei, why didn't you use He Luo to deal with me? You still didn't kill me."
Wei Wei's movements paused, then he pulled even harder, his eyes filled with murderous intent.
"Let's make a bet. Will Gao Mengtang die in this round?" Qin Xishuang's body dispersed, turned into red butterflies, and then gathered again. The black silk fell to the ground weakly.
"Gao Mengtang is dead. How about you sign a marriage certificate with me and recognize me as the fourth leader?" Qin Xishuang rubbed the marks on his neck. "Tsk, black silk, octopus. Your attack method is very interesting."
Wei Wei: “No gambling.”
He rushed forward again, not caring about the punishment for players killing each other, and started a fierce fight.
"Where is He Luo?" Qin Xishuang held the black silk and wrapped it around her hands.
"There's no need to deal with you." The black silk turned into a sharp blade and cut through Qin Xishuang's palm.
In the wasteland, two figures, one black and one red, were indistinguishable. More and more NPCs died, and the screams were shrill and piercing.
Qin Xishuang held a blue butterfly between her fingertips. With a wave of her arm, the blue butterfly turned into a dart. "Next, I want to kill the Great Witch Prime Minister."
The dart popped out, and Wei Wei flicked his hand, and the black flying knife shot over at a faster speed, and the steel blade collided and bounced off in mid-air.
"Equally split." Qin Xishuang said, "What's next?"
He put his hands together and slowly opened them. Between his palms, there were dots of blue fluorescence. In the blink of an eye, the fluorescence turned into a blue butterfly and flew rapidly towards the Great Wizard.
The crying and begging were all swallowed up by the deadly blade.
Wei Wei held a ball of black resentment and tried to weave it into black silk, but suddenly he felt dizzy and fell to his knees.
"What's wrong with you?" Qin Xishuang hugged him, "Why is your spirit value only 70?!"
Blue Butterfly cut the Great Wizard's body into pieces of flesh, and the howling turned into a crazy laugh. The living NPCs stopped struggling at the same time, climbed up from the ground, and turned their hands into axes.
Qin Xishuang pried open Wei Wei's mouth, fed him a bottle of recovery agent, and took him away.
"The Golden Cicada Gu," Wei Wei said in a low and weak voice, "The Golden Cicada Gu fell off, I want to get it back."
There was a golden object on the open ground. It was the Golden Cicada Gu that Wei Wei had dropped.
"You rest here, I'll go get it back." Qin Xishuang rushed back to the group of monsters.
Wei Wei held his head and rested for a while, then raised his eyes and stared at Qin Xishuang's back for a moment.
He moved into the grass beside the road.
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