The shrill screams echoed in the night, becoming more lonely and more terrifying.
Run away quickly?
In this situation, listening to the screams played by the Elvis speaker, Zhang Yuanqing felt his scalp tighten and a chill surged in his heart.
He never expected that the Elvis speaker gave such a hint.
This is definitely not good news.
Zhang Yuanqing waited silently for a moment, and when he saw that the Elvis speaker did not "speak" again, his heart sank and he slapped it:
"Hey, you don't want to stay in this ghost place forever, right? If you have any ideas, tell me quickly, and we can leave together."
But this time, the Elvis speaker did not respond again, even if he took out the bloodthirsty blade to intimidate.
So, its hint was only to run?
Seeing that the Elvis speaker could not get reliable information here, Zhang Yuanqing quickly calmed down, played to his strengths, and started to analyze.
He first sorted out the known information and found that when the old man mentioned the paper man, he only said that the paper man would appear in the second watch, without much description.
When it comes to the ghost doll, he said that the ghost doll asked to play games.
"It seems that the paper man is different from the ghost doll. The latter can rely on rules to avoid it, but the paper man can't. It can only fight head-on. There is no shortcut."
"The hint given by the Elvis speaker is to escape, which is very telling. The paper man is probably more dangerous than the ghost doll. This is a copy. If I could escape, I would have escaped long ago. Do I need you to remind me?"
"There is too little information about the paper man. If I want to defeat it, I have to find out the details first. Fortunately, I have always been cautious and asked more questions."
He asked the old man where the box of rouge was.
The answer was that it was still at Mr. Xu's house.
Then the next goal is very clear, find Mr. Xu's house and find the box of rouge.
By then, we should be able to get a lot of useful information.
"It's been almost half an hour since the ghost doll left. There are two hours between the first and second watches, so I still have an hour and a half. This village is not small, and it's a bit difficult to find Mr. Xu's house in an hour and a half."
Zhang Yuanqing looked at the deep night, pondered for a few seconds, and came up with an idea.
- Devour the villagers' spirits to get the answer.
Wang Xiaoer is an important NPC. He can't devour spirits, but villagers can, right?
He led the dead No. 1, picked the nearest stone house, and broke into it.
"Hehe~"
Hearing the noise, the two Yin corpses in the house had a brutal blood color in their pupils, and rushed over with their teeth and claws.
The dead No. 1 strode forward, swept out with his right leg like a whip, kicked the head of the ** corpse, and then used the inertia of the whip leg to rotate his body half a circle, driving his right arm, and punched the head of the male Yin corpse.
Blood and flesh splashed like raindrops along with bones.
The two headless corpses ran forward a few steps and fell to the ground.
Dark energy surged in Zhang Yuanqing's eyes, filling his eye sockets and devouring the remaining spirits in the two corpses.
A series of broken images flashed by, and he quickly found Mr. Xu's residence from the mixed memory fragments. This teacher lived in a courtyard on the west side of the village, facing the river. He was the most educated person in the village.
After knowing Mr. Xu's residence, Zhang Yuanqing was not in a hurry. He sat cross-legged on the spot and closed his eyes to rest.
With his current physical condition, he had no way to deal with emergencies. Instead of wandering outside, he might as well take the time to heal his injuries and recover his strength.
Unable to feel the passage of time in the silence, Zhang Yuanqing placed his left finger on his pulse to calculate the time.
The surrounding Taiyin power was rich, nourishing the injured body, repairing broken bones, and recovering strength.
After his pulse beat 1800 times, Zhang Yuanqing opened his eyes, his eyes were bright, and his weakness subsided.
The broken bones had been connected and fully recovered, and his physical strength returned to 70% of his peak period.
"When my physical strength recovers to about 90%, I can perform Xiaoyue again. It's a pity that there is no food, otherwise I would have recovered to my peak state now."
He no longer hesitated, and took the deceased No. 1 away from here and headed to the west of the village.
More than ten minutes later, Zhang Yuanqing, who was walking on the narrow village road, heard the cheerful sound of a stream. Turning around a rammed earth house, he saw a three-meter-wide river passing between the stone houses.
The water flowed fast but not hurriedly, and the sound of the water was brisk.
After walking along the stream for a few more minutes, he finally arrived outside the courtyard where Mr. Xu lived.
At this time, there was still more than half an hour before the second watch.
For safety reasons, Zhang Yuanqing planned to let the dead No. 1 go in to explore, and he stayed outside. Considering that the Yin corpse could not see through the darkness, he put a Yin-Yang robe on the dead No. 1.
The dead No. 1 pressed the courtyard door with both palms, exerted force silently, and the courtyard door slowly opened with the sound of the door hinge.
The Yin corpse was not afraid of the crisis in the dark and quickly entered the small courtyard.
Every time at this time, Zhang Yuanqing felt that he had foresight and began to prepare to refine the Yin corpse after level 3. Otherwise, if the main body was asked to clear the mines in a copy full of crises like this, it would explode on the spot and return to the spiritual realm at any time.
Crossing the courtyard and pushing open the lattice door of the main house, the dead No. 1 stopped outside the threshold and spread his palms.
Huh!
A ball of fire rose, dispelling the darkness and bringing light.
The furnishings in the main house came into view. There was a round table facing the door, with round stools beside the table and calligraphy and paintings hanging on the wall.
On the left side of the door is a large wooden bed with a gauze curtain hanging down, and on the right side is a bookshelf and a rectangular desk.
There are no paper figures and no corpses.
I think the villagers buried Mr. Xu's body after they found him dead.
The paper figure is not here, which is good. Zhang Yuanqing breathed a sigh of relief, stepped over the stone threshold of the courtyard gate, and did not forget to close the courtyard gate, walked through the small courtyard, arrived outside the main house, and joined the Yin corpse.
The paper figure is different from the ghost doll. As long as there is a physical body, it is impossible to ignore the obstacles on the physical level. Closing the courtyard door is not to block the other party, but to serve as a warning "bell".
One person and one corpse entered the main house and closed the door. Zhang Yuanqing extinguished the fireball and treated the darkness as if nothing. He first checked the bed, opened several boxes of quilts and clothes, and did not forget to lean over to take a look under the bed.
After confirming that the paper figure was really not here, he walked to the desk and examined the objects on the desk.
The first thing he noticed was a small and exquisite rouge box, half the size of a palm, one finger high, made of silver, consisting of a box bottom and a box lid, carved with exquisite auspicious clouds and floral patterns.
Zhang Yuanqing reached out and picked up the rouge box, waited for a few seconds, and the item attributes emerged:
[Name: Blood Rouge]
[Type: Cosmetics]
[Function: Attached to spirits, bloodthirsty]
[Introduction: It is said that the rouge made from the blood of eighty-eight girls will not dry up or fade for a thousand years, and it is the dream item for all women. After the owner died, it became a burial object, buried deep underground for a long time. The resentful spirits in the box were nourished by the yin energy and became more and more fierce. Applying rouge on the cheeks or lips can attract resentful spirits to possess you. The resentful spirit has a strong desire for blood, and only by sacrificing enough blood can it be appeased. ]
[Note 1: If you don't kill people, you will kill yourself. ]
[Note 2: In the next ten minutes, a certain function of the body will randomly die. ]
[Note 3: Among the dead girls, there is a bewitching demon. Be careful of its bewitching. ]
"The rouge box is indeed a prop, and its quality is extremely high. Even if it has not reached the Saint Realm, it has the quality of the extraordinary peak. It feels comparable to the top-grade equipment such as the Yin-Yang Robe."
Zhang Yuanqing thought and was about to put away the rouge box.
[Ding, the item cannot be collected. ]
I knew it wouldn't be so cheap. Zhang Yuanqing muttered in his heart.
As far as he knew, all the props in the Spirit Realm were unique and would not refresh. If they were taken away, they would be gone.
According to the reduction or increase of props, the Spirit Realm will adjust the difficulty level by itself.
If the rouge box could be taken away, the Demon Lord would have taken it long ago and it would be impossible for him to stay here.
Without the paper man, perhaps the difficulty level of "Aphasia Village" would decrease.
"According to the explanation in Note 3, Mr. Xu should have been bewitched by the rouge box, so he put blush on the paper man, released the evil spirit in the rouge box, and died an untimely death."
Zhang Yuanqing thought while checking other items on the table.
--Several books related to the Ming Dynasty, and a hand-drawn, simple map.
The content of the book was classical Chinese. Zhang Yuanqing flipped through it casually, then threw it aside and took a closer look at the map.
In the map, "houses" and "mountains" were outlined with simple lines, and the following note was made at the bottom:
"The location of the ancient tomb is 23 miles southwest of the back mountain."
Combining the books at hand, Zhang Yuanqing immediately understood that Mr. Xu was analyzing the location of the ancient tomb and the identity of the owner of the ancient tomb.
He saw Wang Xiaoer get treasures from the ancient tomb, so he became greedy and wanted to enter the ancient tomb to make a fortune?
"But that's not right. Wang Xiaoer and the wandering Taoist priest wandered around the mountains for a whole night before they found the entrance to the tomb. It's impossible for Mr. Xu to analyze it out of thin air while sitting at home. He might have obtained the information from Wang Xiaoer by buying a rouge box."
Zhang Yuanqing immediately put this question aside. It didn't matter how Mr. Xu knew the location of the ancient tomb.
He turned his attention back to the item information of "Blood Rouge".
"According to the old man's description, Mr. Xu was sucked dry to death, which is consistent with the information of Blood Rouge. Mr. Xu died, but the villagers next door did not die. That night, the paper man only killed Mr. Xu."
Suddenly, a slight "squeak" sound came from the yard, interrupting Zhang Yuanqing's thinking.
The sound was very slight, but in the silent night, any movement would be amplified.
Zhang Yuanqing raised his head suddenly and looked outside the door, his body tensed like a conditioned reflex.
Fuck, it's already the second day of the night
After becoming the Night Wandering God, Zhang Yuanqing hasn't had this tingling sense of horror for a long time. The last time he had this feeling was in the Mountain God Temple. At that time, as an ordinary person, he relied on his desire to survive to hold on.
Otherwise, he would have been scared to death by the weirdness and horror in the Mountain God Temple.
And now, he has regained the feeling he had before.
Zhang Yuanqing didn't rush out with his weapon to fight the paper man to death, but took the dead man No. 1 and ran quickly to the bed, hiding under the bed quietly.
He pressed the shoulders of the dead man No. 1 and went into the Night Wandering.
Night Wandering can shield the breath and hide the body. The paper man should not be able to find him. Zhang Yuanqing plans to observe first, and then consider whether to retreat or sneak attack.
Just as the man and the corpse hid under the bed, the door of the main house was pushed open a crack.
Then, a foot wearing a red embroidered shoe stepped over the threshold.
Then it was the other foot in the embroidered shoes.
During this process, Zhang Yuanqing heard a subtle, slightly crisp "rustling" sound, which was the sound made by the friction of paper.
It was a paper man!
After the pair of feet in embroidered shoes stepped over the threshold, they stopped by the round table and stood there for a long time without moving, just like a real paper man.
Zhang Yuanqing observed the paper man and sensed a strong, deep yin energy from it, which was far better than the yin energy of the ghost doll.
He moved a few centimeters away to widen his field of vision so that he could observe the whole picture of the paper man.
Darkness could not affect the vision of the Night Wanderer. He stared intently and saw the appearance of the paper man clearly. It was a paper man wearing bright red clothes, like a blood shadow in the dark.
Its face was made of white paper, so white that it was creepy, but its cheeks were painted blood-red, and its lips were painted with rouge. The most creepy thing was that there were two scarlet spots in the eye sockets of the paper-made man.
The paleness and bright red appeared on a dull and stiff face at the same time. Anyone who saw this face would feel panic.
Zhang Yuanqing silently retracted his head.
At this time, the paper-made man, who had been standing still for a long time, walked towards the desk with a strange pace.
Its walking posture was very strange, as if its knees could not bend, and it walked in a stiff forward step. The distance of each step was the same, and the interval between steps was also the same.
Humans could never walk with such accurate and regular steps.
It walked from the round table to the desk, a distance of four or five meters, for more than ten seconds, and finally stopped by the desk, with its head hanging stiffly, as if looking at something on the desk.
What desk was it looking at? ! Zhang Yuanqing's heart trembled, and he quickly recalled it again, confirming that he had reset the things, and then he breathed a sigh of relief.
The paper man stayed at the desk for a moment, turned around with stiff knees, and walked towards the bed.
Zhang Yuanqing's spirit, which had just relaxed, tightened again.
"Shhh." The paper man was very light, and the footsteps were also very light.
Zhang Yuanqing stared at the embroidered shoes, watching it take stiff steps, approaching step by step, and finally stopping at the bedside.
Although it was a night tour, Zhang Yuanqing still held his breath.
After the paper man came to the bed, he began to stand for a long time again.
At this time, Zhang Yuanqing's night tour time was only half a minute left.
At this time, the embroidered shoes were less than fifteen centimeters away from his face.
After the suffocating silence, the paper man turned stiffly, took "Shhh" light steps, and walked out.
Finally left, Zhang Yuanqing wanted to breathe a sigh of relief.
Suddenly, the paper man stopped suddenly, facing the direction of the bed, motionless.
Zhang Yuanqing's vision was blocked by the edge of the bed. He could only see the calf of the paper man, and could not see the part above.
Why didn't it move?
Zhang Yuanqing was puzzled. He kept paying attention to the paper man, and then he saw a terrible scene.
The paper man with his back to him slowly bent down, lowered his head, and looked under the bed from between his legs.
Zhang Yuanqing saw the pale face without the breath of life.
The paper man also saw him.