Chapter 107 Bronze Mirror (Free 1w3)

"We and Quan Heng collected information separately first, and we should be able to get clues along the way."

Lu Mang and Haosi were sitting on a rickety oxcart. The middle-aged driver with his back to them in front was driving the oxcart. The wooden pole painted yellow in front of the oxcart was swaying forward, and the papered horns were worn and crooked. .

Lu Mang looked at his own plot prompt:

You are now the second group of tourists visiting Yinyuan Town. Please arrive at the town smoothly.

"You have drawn the character card: Exorcist"

"The Exterminator is very good at guessing. He helps the owner and the village clear away the filth - I have seen maps for this kind of mission more than a dozen times before."

The decryption ability is limited. Lu Mang has played the game hundreds of times and can automatically guess it based on the game routines and map names.

"As for the Yin Yuan Pendant, it is most likely the special item we want to get."

[Ding dong! KP Tip: Congratulations to player Lu Mang for unlocking the Challenger mission! 】

[This team is a normal character card mission: unlock the plot and obtain Mu Mansion’s marriage token "Yinyuan Pendant"]

"I read the analysis data of Quan Heng and Song Jingyun before I came here. Both of them have bounty records on the seventh floor." Lu Mang sneered, "Birds of a feather flock together, and two lunatics who attract hatred get together. seek death."

Haoshi covered his nose and turned his head when he heard the words:

"So, the last time Quan Heng interfered with the traffic of the Taboo Queen, the Taboo Queen politely talked about self-cultivation and did not argue with her face - alas, in fact, the Taboo is just a house of women. No matter how high you climb, you can't She has to act coquettishly to warm the man's bed. She is just a little girl at heart, and she is too soft-hearted to break her face directly.

"Just saying that the reward of 40,000 game coins has not been withdrawn secretly, and half of the deposit is still in our club. I am afraid the empire has wanted to kill Quan Heng and Song Jingyun."

Haoshi clicked his tongue, "But this person named Quan is really overestimating his abilities. 100 million game coins... give yourself to me? Even if you play badly, it won't be enough."

"I've said it many times, don't underestimate your opponent in PK. You can also arrange taboos?!"

Lu Mang warned again. Fortunately, they were not professional players and never broadcast live broadcasts in border areas. Otherwise, they would have caused so much trouble with their uncontrollable nonsense.

"I don't care if you talk about it, you'd better not delay me! If you can't take care of yourself, just get rid of your two ounces of meat. I won't bother to take care of you when the PK is completed!"

"Okay, okay, I got it. The mission is clear, and the opponents are pretty much the same... Ha, to be honest, do they deserve to be called our opponents?"

Haosi was still disdainful. As he spoke, he suddenly covered his nose and frowned, feeling a little nauseous: "Holy shit, what does this car smell like? It smells like a stink! I just want to ask, why are we wandering around in the bullock cart?"

Haosi looked at the paper ox pulling the cart and couldn't help but reject it: "These are not cows, they are all made of paper - they are too ugly."

The paper cow pulling the cart suddenly turned its head——

The pure white eyeballs were each dotted with a little cinnabar, and both points were tilted to the sides of the eyeballs like needles. He glanced at Haoshi who was speaking, and stopped suddenly!

The bullock cart suddenly shook. Haosi and Lu Mang each reacted quickly and grabbed one side of the cart to steady themselves.

"What's going on?" Lu Mang asked warily.

"Ouch, my bullock cart is going to break down again."

The old man driving the cart frowned and looked at the old cow that was unwilling to move. He whipped it several times with a bullwhip and scolded: "Huangzi! Old Huang! Why don't you leave?!"

Lao Huang looked meaningfully at Hao Si in the car with two small eyes, and shook his head in a pretentious manner.

He raised his stiff front hooves and pointed arrogantly at the sign in front of him——

"Young BB, give me more money!"

Haosi/Lu Mang: “…………”

[Hahahahaha, I laughed so hard, this bull—Old Huang shook his head and said NoNoNo! That's another price! ]

[Oh, these two people are really having fun. Playing games is really interesting. They are full of fun and have distinctive styles. ]

[I just wanted to take a look at the situation of the PK challengers. It’s not me who said: these two people are not professionals, that is, they have channels for New World... but it seems that you have all watched their programs? ? ]

[It’s up to you to judge, no one is better than Quan! Someone named Quan dared to tear down the poster of my goddess Alice! She deserves to lose 90% of the PK bets! ]

[Laughing, these are all fans of Alice, right? There are so many unfavorable little black people, they are all brainless fans of the female ghost. I said the comparison between the two parties is so tragic that Quan Heng’s channel was barraged. It’s so smoky—it turns out it’s causing traffic]

"Oh, it seems like this is the only way."

The old man driving the car suddenly turned his head, his papery face flashing, and he grinned a "kind" smile.

"You have to pay money, and then there is another price."

Lu Mang/Haosi: "??"

Still money, you are quite good at combining Chinese and Western things!

"We seem to..."

Lu Mang rummaged through his backpack and showed an awkward smile, "We don't seem to have any money."

The paper man smiled and disappeared at the speed of light, staring at the two players in the car.

"We were invited by the Mu family in your town," Lu Mang considered, "I can give you money when the time comes. He should be a rich and powerful person in your town. Aren't you afraid of offending them and not being able to get along?"

The lines on the paper man's face were messed up for a moment, and Haoshi couldn't help but feel proud after hearing his words. This powerful man is easy to do.

Whoever wanted to drive the old man suddenly stood up, with thick eyebrows and big eyes, his eyes were filled with anger, he pinched his waist and shouted:

"Get lost! I'm dead and I'm just an NPC in the game, what the hell am I afraid of the capitalists who are exploiting me!"

Lu Mang: "???"

Hao Se: "!!!"

The old man driving the cart was furious, and pointed his whip at the two people's faces: "You are the scum who exploit the masses, and you dare to talk about lesbians behind their backs!! You are really straight-forward and brain-informed, you just open your mouth and spray, you are shitting here, get out of here!"

Lu Mang/Hao Se: "…………"

Half a minute later, the ox cart staggered away, leaving only the two players in place.

"You little bastard, you really disgraced the Chinese players!"

The paper man turned around and spat, "Pah!"

"..."

Haosuo turned his head and asked with a twisted expression after a long time: "Chief, what should we do now?"

"What else can we do? Who told you to be so talkative!"

Lu Mang sneered, "Follow the wheels of the ox cart to Yinyuan Town, and you can still find clues on the way! Hurry up! If you can't go back at night, I don't know what common clues you will miss, hurry up!"

——

Mu Family Courtyard

"Grandma, it looks good already."

"Looks good? Grandma is nervous today. I've been preparing for a long time. Is my makeup okay?"

"Looks good! Especially this flower, it makes you look a dozen years younger - don't worry, your father will definitely allow you to sit at the table on your 80th birthday."

Quan Heng walked steadily on the roof, paused when he heard the words, and tilted his head to look at the two grandparents walking side by side on the path.

The girl kept encouraging the well-dressed old lady, and stopped at the door of the banquet: "Grandma, I can't show my face too much before I get married, otherwise I will be drowned in the pond if my integrity is damaged."

The girl smiled carefully, a little sad: "You go by yourself, it's such a good day, you will definitely be able to do it."

The old lady was silent, slowly patted the back of her granddaughter's hand, and walked towards the lively banquet hall.

Quan Heng quietly looked at the girl standing with her back to her, and his thoughts drifted slightly-

*The rule that women cannot sit at the table is a bad habit in the old times, but it is not uncommon now.

Lanzhuang has to pass through remote mountainous areas to transport goods, where Quan Heng has seen too many poor girls, and also took away some caregivers who were placed in welfare homes-women cannot sit at the table to highlight the dignity of men. After cooking, they can only retreat to the kitchen and squat with the old dog at home to eat leftovers.

Quan Heng looked at the young girl and suddenly tilted his head and wiped the corners of his eyes, his eyes red.

These girls in the courtyard are not even as good as canaries, but more like broken-winged sparrows that will be abandoned and replaced at any time.

They can't run anywhere.

The sound of laughter interrupted his thoughts.

Quan Heng and the girl who wiped her tears looked up together--

"Where is the rule for women to eat at the table in our town?"

In the banquet hall, the paper guests laughed.

The old lady stood in front of them embarrassedly, and they looked at her as if they were looking at a funny object, an old dog who wanted to be on the same level as the owner.

"Old lady, are you getting more and more confused as you get older?"

"It's terrible, there is no reason for women to eat at the table, you will be laughed at for saying such things at your age."

The paper people were neatly dressed and bright, but their faces could not be seen clearly. Only the reprimanding smile at the corners of their mouths could be seen, like a sarcastic symbol painted on, and the crooked lines formed many human faces--

Looked like him and looked like him.

The strange eyes turned and fixed their gazes on the old lady begging for mercy, revealing doubts, contempt and ridicule.

Table after table of men seemed to melt into the bright red banquet hall, becoming a dark painting, pressing down on the old lady's shoulders like a mountain, bending her waist, and the red flower pinned on her head was blown away by the wind like withering.

"I, I..." The old lady trembled and couldn't speak, tears accumulated in her eyes.

"Let's go," her son frowned tightly, showing disgust, "Mom, your son will obey you in everything, but this woman can only eat in the back hall, standing and squatting, how can she eat with the man who supports the family?"

The old lady turned her head and looked at the guests at the dozen tables, looking at the paper people celebrating at her birthday party, her eyes swept over the half-grown boy, bit her lips tightly, but her eyes were blurred by tears, and she turned around with drooping eyebrows.

She clenched her hands awkwardly and walked towards the square courtyard step by step, her neck lowered in the countless real sights behind her.

Quan Heng quietly watched the hunched figure being supported by the 28-year-old girl in front of the door. The two of them supported each other and walked slowly on the path surrounded by high walls.

And behind them, countless male guests whose faces could not be seen were making a lot of noise again, and their laughter passed through the banquet hall and went into the big red lanterns hanging high at the door.

Quan Heng put his hands in his pockets, and his profile was rendered more indifferent in the sunset, and no emotion could be seen.

"Quan Heng——"

A voice suddenly came from the bottom of the room, which was a little low. Quan Heng turned around and saw Song Jingyun waving at her from below.

"Hey, you have to drink the wind when you stand so high."

Song Jingyun put one hand on his eyebrows, raised his head and squinted his eyes to look up, muttered softly, and then raised his voice slightly.

"I found something, come down quickly."

Chapter 117 Wedding Dress Designer

"Xiao Liu, go."

Mu Jing touched Xiao Liu's head and signaled it to crawl through the small hole in the wall.

Mu Xiao Liu licked Mu Jing's hand, rubbed Quan Heng's trouser leg first, and then crawled through the hole in the wall.

"We originally wanted to search the south courtyard directly," Song Jingyun frowned, "but we didn't expect to hear the paper servant of this family say halfway, 'The eldest master has kidnapped some women from outside, all college students, and some white-collar workers'."

"Kidnapped?"

Quan Heng paused and looked at the two dark doors in front of him, "College students and white-collar workers?"

"Yes, we originally wanted to go in, but found that it was impossible."

Song Jingyun picked up a small stone from the ground and threw it hard against the wall--

The stone rolled in the air for a moment, and was actually hit back directly!

Quan Heng leaned aside, and the stone just brushed her shoulder and hit the ground, bouncing and rolling a few times.

"..."

Song Jingyun tilted his head at Quan Heng's slightly raised eyebrow expression and coughed a few times: "I have beaten you, I feel a little dizzy now. This is purely an accident, and it is definitely not a malicious revenge on you."

"Sister, I can testify." Mu Jing said, "The Taoist brother just crashed back from mid-air, covered his head and screamed for a long time, and even lost two points of health!"

"...Hey, no," Song Jingyun's eyelids jumped, "Didn't we agree not to tell Quan Heng? This description makes me look like a donkey, hitting my head, and then humming and hawing."

"But I am testifying for you." Mu Jing blinked and asked in confusion, "Can't I tell these embarrassing things when testifying for the Taoist brother?"

You deliberately emphasized that it was embarrassing!

Song Jingyun's expression was simply hard to describe: "...Mu Xiaowu, you actually did it on purpose, right?"

"No." Mu Jing smiled with his chin on his hand, revealing a row of small white teeth, as clean as a glutinous rice ball.

Song Jingyun choked and changed the subject: "What did you see?"

"I haven't seen it yet."

Mu Jing squatted beside the small hole, and the inverse cross in his eyes was faintly shining with silver light--

Mu Xiaoliu died on the inverse cross for Mu Jing, and later became a monster with Mu Jing. They were originally bound to each other, and Mu Jing could even see some things with the help of Mu Xiaoliu's eyes.

"There's really no way. It's said that games have stores, but this deadly game doesn't even have a store." Song Jingyun said, "It's a garbage game, so this is the only way to do it."

Because the ferry merchants signed contracts with major clubs and negotiated cooperation, they didn't do retail business. Lone wolf players ignored them. They could only rely on the sporadic card drawing opportunities given by the game.

Quan Heng glanced slightly sideways when he heard this, but didn't speak.

Song Jingyun squatted aside and picked a piece of dogtail grass to pick his teeth: "Remember to give Mu Xiaoliu two chicken legs when you go back, don't let him work without eating."

"I ate before I came here, go back... I saw it!"

The silver inverted cross in Mu Jing's eyes flickered slightly, "There are so many weeds, and so many doors."

In the lush pile of dead grass, a puppy that was not even as tall as the weeds was grunting and kicking its short legs forward. Its silver eyes were like a mirror, reflecting light slightly, reflecting everything it saw.

The yard was very large, Mu Xiaoliu shook his tail, raised his head and looked around--

There were circles and circles of doors around him, exactly the same without any difference.

Mu Xiaoliu jumped up the high steps with his short legs, picked a door at random, and carefully bumped into the door to look inside--

He was facing a pair of white eyes.

"Woof!" Mu Xiaoliu was frightened and his hair stood on end!

"Ah!" Mu Jing screamed in fear!

"What's wrong?" Quan Heng immediately squatted down, put his hand on Mu Jing's shoulder, thought for a moment and then said, "Did you see the dead woman?"

Mu Jing opened her eyes wide and looked at Quan Heng, nodding vigorously: "How does sister know? Xiaoliu just saw the body of an older sister!"

The door squeezed out a crack, and Mu Xiaoliu tried to get in.

The woman blocking the door was covered with scars, and the cut-like wounds seemed to have been whipped by a sharp weapon. She lay on her back on the threshold, her black hair and dried blood stuck together, and the arc of her neck tilted back was weird-

Her cervical vertebrae were completely broken, her white eyes lost their luster, and her "sight" was facing the world outside the crack of the door, and her right hand was in a state of reaching for something.

What was he reaching for?

Mu Xiaoliu's sight was offset, and he could only see a ray of sunlight quietly resting beside the woman's stiff hand, which barely leaked in through the crack of the door.

But it was only a small ray, and it would be invisible as long as the sun deflected a little.

The woman's other hand was on her chest. Her clothes had been roughly torn into pieces, and she could vaguely see what she was holding in her hand.

Mu Xiaoliu pressed his hand on the woman very carefully, as if he wanted to push her, but the next second pus flowed out of the skin he pressed.

——She had really been dead for a long, long time.

The puppy immediately stepped back in panic, staring at the woman for a few seconds, wagging its tail and circling around her for a few times, whimpering and picking up the hard plastic-like thing in her hand with its mouth.

But she held it too tightly, and the puppy took a lot of effort to pull it out, and fell loudly because of inertia.

It could only shake its tail to sweep the dirt off its butt, and squeezed out of the door with the plastic card in its mouth.

It was running to jump down the steps, and suddenly heard something. When it turned back, it saw that the doors were all opened a little, and the chains wrapped around the doors were stretched to the limit.

In each of the door cracks, there were several pairs of eyes staring at it closely.

The same pitch black, flickering with hope and desire.

"Puppy." The owner of the eyes from an unknown door spoke in a hoarse voice, "Did someone from outside bring you here?"

"Woof!" Mu Xiaoliu whispered while holding the plastic card in his mouth and wagging his tail.

"Then can you help me carry something out?!"

Someone raised his head, and a torn piece of clothing was thrown out, followed by countless pieces of cloth with blood written on them, which were thrown towards the stunned Mu Xiaoliu like snowflakes.

Mu Xiaoliu doesn’t open his mouth, and it doesn’t matter if he doesn’t.

"Hurry up!" Someone screamed and cried.

Mu Xiaoliu was so frightened that he turned around and ran away!

"Don't run! Don't run!"

"Puppy! Take these away! Save us!"

"Don't go, I beg you, I beg you..."

The women's pleading voices were filled with shrill desperation. Countless hands stretched out from the cracks in the door, crying and breaking down.

Mu Xiaoliu ran as fast as he could, quickly got out of the small hole, and ran into Mu Jing's arms——

Shivering.

"Xiao Liu, why have you become less courageous after becoming a puppy?"

Mu Xiaoliu collapsed: "Ouch~"

/(ㄒoㄒ)/~

Mu Jing helplessly hugged the cowardly puppy in her arms and reached out to take down the plastic card it was holding.

"elder sister."

Mu Jing first wiped the plastic card in his hand with his sleeve, then reached out and handed it to Quan Heng.

"This is what Xiaoliu found on that sister's body. It should be something very important."

Quan Heng took it, his eyes paused when he touched the content, and his pupils suddenly shrank——

This is a damaged work permit. The woman in the photo is young and beautiful, with a confident and generous smile.

The work permit has information written next to the photo——

"Name: Qiu Nishang"

"Position: Modern Rose-Wedding Dress Designer"

Frontier of Day and Night-Viewing Deck

"Modern Rose - wedding dress designer?"

Lu Xiaoman read out each word, tilting his head in confusion: "Chief, is this an important clue?"

But this map doesn't seem to match the trendy elements such as work permits and white-collar workers. How could such a thing be explored in this inaccessible yard?

Ah, the map plot is so difficult to explore.

"Chief," Lu Xiaoman tugged on the night watchman's clothes and wondered, "Chief, what's wrong with you?"

The night watchman looked at the work permit on the screen and frowned calmly.

"Xiao Man, I remember I gave you new notes last time, take out your copy." The night watchman suddenly turned his head and asked, "Let me take a look."

"This... this... Sister Heng doesn't know much about the game, she is a newcomer after all..."

Lu Xiaoman paused, looking left, right, and down, poking his finger with a guilty look on his face.

"Okay, no need to say more, you are great, so awesome, I have already guessed it."

The night watchman took a deep breath and reminded himself that spanking a child was wrong.

Children need to be educated slowly and step by step, and education must be encouraged, not to mention that Lu Xiaoman's situation is special. Didn't he write it for several months, and even refine, tabulate, and subdivide the core notes and give them away?

Simply...

"Lu Xiaoman, you can't eat ice cream this week." He said cruelly and expressionlessly.

"Ah? Ah..."

Lu Xiaoman withered at the speed of light, slid to the bottom of the seat in disbelief, and burst into tears.

"It's getting cold, and Xiaoman's ice cream is bankrupt..."

The night watchman cleared his throat: "Unless you send a message to Liumila of [Double-Headed Eagle] and tell her that Quan Heng is conducting a very important PK, I think she will tell the mob... I know you are competing. Added friends."

He even grilled people and got several bottles of vodka in exchange.

"Why send it..." Lu Xiaoman hesitated for a few seconds, then compromised, "For the ice cream, okay."

The connector who was listening next to him whispered: "It's Saturday today, right?"

The night watchman stood up and said, "I'll be out for two minutes, so don't run around."

…

within the map.

"Work permit?"

Song Jingyun observed Quan Heng's expression, and his heart skipped a beat: "No way, you've never seen this work permit, have you?"

"Well, I know this company."

Quan Heng handed Song Jingyun his work permit, indirectly confirming his guess.

"Why is it such a coincidence?"

Song Jingyun's heart suddenly felt cold, "Isn't this company the same as Dragon City Amusement Park?"

Quan Heng didn't answer, his eyes focused on the small hole Mu Xiaoliu entered.

Suddenly he walked over, bent down and took out something from the small hole——

It's a dirty piece of cloth.

Quan Heng unfolded the dirty cloth, and the faded blood words were blurred on the cloth:

【Save me】

The font is clear and beautiful, and you can tell by identifying the font style that this is someone with a higher education.

Quan Heng curled up his fingers on the fabric slightly.

"To be able to scare this puppy like this... I always feel that there must be some kind of noise."

Song Jingyun raised his head and looked at the high wall, then lowered his gaze to the two dark doors.

"This prohibition of entry will probably isolate the sounds produced inside. Any sound inside will not be heard outside."

"By the way," Song Jingyun suddenly remembered something, "Can your exclusive brand be used?"

"Shi" can indeed lift all restrictions, and it is completely feasible in theory.

"I shouldn't be able to use it." Quan Heng pondered briefly and glanced at Song Jingyun.

"What?" Song Jingyun didn't understand.

Quan Heng stepped forward and stopped in front of the black door: "KP, use the exclusive brand."

[KP prompt: Removing the branding shackles...data error...]

[Ding Dong! Player Quan Heng is missing a key item and cannot use his exclusive brand normally. ]

Quan Heng's conjecture came true, so he was not surprised.

"Your exclusive brand is no longer usable?!"

Song Jingyun was caught off guard and froze.

"What's going on? Did the system finally realize that it gave the wrong brand, or did you open a bug too much and the system can't play with it anymore?"

"Neither."

Quan Heng touched his wrist and remembered that he was reminded that the brand was incomplete when he first got it -

Now he is missing a key item?

Although I thought that the Eighteenth Son was not just as simple as repelling the 3S-level Boss, now I am sure that it is related to the use of the brand "Release"...

What exactly does my mother, or this relic of my mother, have to do with these things?

My uncle didn't tell me before he died. Do we have to go to the old house to have a look...

"Hey, I just realized that something is missing from your hand. Where is the string of beads on your wrist?"

Song Jingyun looked at Quan Heng's movements and asked in confusion, "I remember you treasured it, why don't you wear it?"

"I see," Song Jingyun suddenly had an idea and joked, "You don't want to believe in Buddhism anymore. You want to convert to Taoism, which is native to our great China, right? Just ask me, and I will do it immediately. I will go to burn incense to the ancestor. If you don't ask me, it means you agree!"

Quan Heng couldn't help but smile: "No."

Song Jingyun sighed.

If believing in God is really useful, they wouldn't be here.

What's more, the existence of "God" is believed by humans only in suffering. Besides, if God is really useful, where did the 14-year war of resistance come from? Where did earthquakes, wars, and various disasters of separation and death come from?

She is a person who respects ghosts and gods and stays away from them.

"Let's go to the south courtyard."

Quan Heng carefully put away the "letter" written in blood and put it in his pocket.

"It's almost evening, hurry up."

When it's night, we will compete with the PK party for clues.

...

Ding Dong!

KP Tip: Please reach Yinyuan Town-Mu Family as soon as possible.

"Are you there? I want to get there early, too!"

In the bamboo forest, Hao Se and Lu Mang followed the wheels of the ox cart. There was no trace of the ox cart in front of them--

Originally, they could still see it at the beginning, and Hao Se was still thinking about getting a ride again.

But the old man rolled his eyes at them, and then the old ox pulling the cart was instantly revived and twenty years younger.

"In the first update, the moon shines in the east. The big landlord who wanted to be the first to oppress the common people, the big landlord was weak all over..."

With its own BGM, the broken ox cart instantly turned into a "Panamera", and ran away with a clang.

Hao Se/Lu Mang: “…………”

Good guy, there’s not even a car exhaust.

“Chief,” Hao Se looked at the remaining time, “According to the routine of KP’s plot points, this time period should be unlocked.”

Lu Mang nodded, looked around with vigilance, “Almost.”

There was an endless bamboo forest all around, and it was almost evening, and the sky was getting dark.

Suddenly, something floated out of the forest, turning over and approaching——

“This is…”

Lu Mang grabbed the floating thing and opened his palm. It turned out to be a white paper copper coin.

Lu Mang’s eyebrows jumped, “White paper money?”

As soon as he finished speaking, a loud sound of suona suddenly came from the bamboo forest——

The sound of suona spread closer and closer in the bamboo forest, and thick fog suddenly overflowed from the forest, covering the entire bamboo forest. Two teams of paper people walked towards Lu Mang and Hao Se from both ends of the bamboo forest.

A head in white mourning clothes, ascending to the sky, more than a dozen white paper people wearing brown bamboo hats, waving willow branches wrapped with white cloth in their hands, eight faceless paper people carrying a black coffin, with the black word " bury" written on their faces.

A head in strange red wedding clothes, suona celebrating, more than a dozen white paper people wearing red tall hats, red silk tied around their waists waving while jumping, eight faceless paper people carrying a red sedan chair, with the golden word "囍" engraved on each paper person's face.

The red color was not pure red, but strangely dazzling.

"Red and white twins?" Hao Se's face changed.

On the road to the underworld, the twins are the most ferocious.

"It's okay," Lu Mang calmed down and observed the path of the twins, "They should not be here to attack, let's step back a few steps - make way for the twins."

Hao Se listened to Lu Mang's words, and the two of them retreated together.

The two groups of paper figures blowing the deafening suona in the fog were still rushing to the same line, as if they were about to collide with each other.

The bridal sedan swayed, revealing the red embroidered shoes hanging from the curtain, with blood on the white socks.

The black coffin vibrated, and the bony hands stretched out from under the lid, and the groom's clothes were covered with dust.

"The red and white evil spirits, one is the bride who died when she got married, and the other is the young man who died early and was wronged," Lu Mang frowned, "This is about the matchmaking of the ghost."

The suona suddenly stopped.

The corpse lying in the coffin slowly sat up, and the face that had rotted to the point of exposing the bones turned around, and suddenly opened its eyelids, revealing two empty holes.

The bridal sedan approached and was lifted by the skeletal hands——

The bride in her wedding dress hanged on the door beam of the bridal sedan, and the dried tears had already blurred the white powder and rouge, and the blood flowing from the corners of her mouth had also dried up.

—— She not only hanged herself in the bridal sedan, but also bit her tongue on the way to get married.

The ghost groom in the coffin reached out and roughly broke the rope, dragged the bride over and strangled her into the coffin.

Hao Se couldn't help but get goose bumps, and couldn't help but have evil thoughts:

"It turns out that we are really matched by this kind of fate - I remember that secret kisses can make a lot of money. Can the game provide relevant smuggling methods?"

The sound of the suona gradually disappeared, the figure of the paper man gradually faded away, gradually becoming nothingness, and everything returned to the original silence.

The thick fog in the bamboo forest gradually disappeared, and the evening sunlight shone through the light mist.

"This is a really good deal."

Lu Mang estimated the profit and couldn't help but think carefully, "Nirvana seems to be in contact with these businesses, and it cooperates with many big companies. There are quite a few connections there. There will be a ship party in a week, maybe it can be done."

"Then we need to find some that have just gone down and are still wearing makeup." Haosi thought about it and couldn't help but rub his hands. "The good-looking ones will definitely sell for a good price."

"Then go out and do it again."

Lu Mang nodded in agreement and thought about the scene just now:

"The plot clip just now means that the business in this small town is related to shady marriages. The bride looks like she committed suicide..."

"I'm afraid she's afraid that her husband won't love me, or that she's too small for her husband to find a smaller one," Haosi sneered, "I've seen this kind of woman too many times. Either she can't give birth, or she has some hidden disease and is ashamed of herself. die."

Lu Mang paused and frowned tightly: "Women die on the way to get married, and they may not be happy."

"That's because they are pretentious and can't think about it. Chief, you don't spend much time with women, so you don't know the rules here."

Haosi said with disdain:

"What kind of career did these women have before they got married? They are unwilling to let go of even a little bit of power. In fact, they are despicable - which of them doesn't get married in the end? If you get married, you have to listen to the man and have children honestly, otherwise Just beat them up! They don't dare to run away. What if they run away and their family members are beaten to death? It's just a family conflict at most.

"I remember that my sister, who is related by blood, used to be so virtuous. She married someone in the village to exchange money for me, but she actually went to the city and became some kind of manager. I heard she had saved millions. Who I know how she saved it, but she didn’t give it to me. Fortunately, my mother and father tricked her into selling it for a small 100,000 yuan, which was a high price.

"At first, there were still people looking for her, but then she was locked up for a few years and no one cared about her. After giving birth to a few children, she went crazy. Who knows, her husband probably sold her again. Anyway, she couldn't sell anything. It’s a good price. I’ll see if it’s dead when I get out. Maybe I can get married. If it’s not dead, I’ll find a way to kill him and make some money.”

Lu Mang frowned, looked sideways when he heard this, and sneered:

"I don't care about your family affairs. I can dig out your mother and sell it as much as I want. I can't guess women, but the female players I saw are not low-ranking. When will you change your short-sightedness of underestimating the enemy?" Lose?

"Quan Heng has broken many records. Although she overestimates her ability to mess with the seventh floor, she is still considered a capable person, not to mention that Song Jingyun is here."

If it weren't for the fact that the directors of Nirvana had issued a notice to build momentum for the two people's heads, and it also involved such a large PK, he wouldn't have bothered to confront the head-on head-on.

"She got into the Big Dipper in just one Sequence B. You can imagine how rubbish this kind of judgment is. I was not involved. If I started a career, the Mad Hatter would be a stepping stone. Bai Yi is a waste and can be killed by a newcomer. Lose."

Haoshi turned his head disdainfully and looked at Lu Mang, confused and irritated.

"Chief, you are too careful. Isn't her partner just Song Jingyun? If the reward hadn't been enough for me to get involved, this Taoist priest surnamed Song would have died long ago!"

"you're right."

Lu Mang's frown relaxed, and he snorted coldly, his face twisted together: "Quan really thought that he could challenge Double S after breaking a few records - let's go, if you find Quan Heng, just deal with them, and hurry up and finish it" Task.

"——Our biggest enemy is the time limit of PK."

…

Mu family courtyard.

"Everywhere in this place is locked."

Song Jingyun tugged on the door lock of the southernmost courtyard, pushed the door open and looked inside, only to see a field of desolate weeds and a dry well in the center.

"I didn't bring any lock-picking props. Last night when I was picking the locks to steal the tributes, I accidentally... got them!"

Song Jingyun said as he dug into the pocket of his Taoist robe and pulled out a piece of soft steel wire.

"Hey, I found it." Song Jingyun held up the wire and said happily, "Lock picking tool."

Mu Jing held Mu Xiaoliu, who was leaning towards Quan Heng, tightly frowning as she watched Song Jingyun holding the wire and pushing it into the keyhole.

"I, I have met Taoist priests before...I always feel that Taoist brother doesn't look like a Taoist priest."

Quan Heng stretched out his hand from his pocket and scratched the puppy's chin, watching Mu Xiaoliu narrow his eyes in contentment and shake his short tail like a propeller.

"Song Jingyun..." Quan Heng considered, "He has a more personal style."

"Oops, the lock cylinder seems to be broken." Song Jingyun pulled out the wire and scratched his head in embarrassment, "It can't be opened."

Quan Heng took back the hand that was teasing the puppy and signaled Song Jingyun to get out of the way:

"Twinkle."

The latter hesitated and stepped back, doubting: "You know it? You need wire..."

Quan Heng kicked the bottom of the door knocker, using the enhanced power to directly break the connection!

Song Jingyun: "?!"

The door of the house creaked and swung open inwards with a whining sound——

"Hurry up." Quan Heng turned his head and his tone remained gentle.

Song Jingyun: “…………”

OK.

"I thought you would be worried about whether you would be discovered."

Song Jingyun tutted his tongue and put the wire back into the inner pocket of his robe. "If you had said so earlier, I would have kicked it directly. You can still dawdle here."

"Looking at the situation on this map," Quan Heng smiled, "there's no need to be so careful."

First, this place is considered unlucky. Even the old lady of the Mu family avoids it. Generally, no one will come here, and even the paper servants will not patrol here.

Second, this game may require players to take sides. Not to mention Quan Heng's joker task, the mere possibility of being targeted by NPCs has prompted Quan Heng to make a choice.

The map will only be unlocked for 48 hours. They will face the monster tonight at the latest. Why should they hide it unnecessarily?

"This yard has been deserted for a long time."

Song Jingyun looked around at this place that the old lady of the Mu family said to avoid -

In addition to the weeds and dry well, there was only a low house that looked dilapidated.

"Well, let's go in and take a look."

Quan Heng walked in front and smelled a faint musty smell when he pushed open the door. It had a damp feeling of being idle for a long time and not seeing the sun.

"Ahem...what's this smell?"

Song Jingyun moved his nose and coughed because of the mixed stench.

"Woof woof!" Mu Xiaoliu suddenly barked a few times and looked around fiercely.

"Sister, there is a faint smell of blood in this room," Mu Jing moved his nose and frowned in confusion, "It seems...not quite the same."

Not quite the same? Does it mean it belongs to different people?

"You can smell it?" Song Jingyun was shocked, "Is it true?!"

"Yes, Taoist Brother." Mu Jing pursed her lips, "I am a monster now, and my sense of smell is different from that of a human."

"...Oh, I almost forgot if you didn't say it." Song Jingyun said happily, "So you have this advantage, then we will be able to find clues faster and more easily in the future."

Mu Jing smiled and nodded vigorously, "That's great."

Quan Heng reached out and rubbed Mu Jing's head, and said softly, "Look for clues."

"Oh, there's nothing to find here, broken bricks and tiles."

The room was in a mess, and there were very few things. Seeing Quan Heng walking to the other side of the bed, Song Jingyun changed direction and searched for other things.

Small incense burner, cup, comb, makeup box, and...

Song Jingyun tilted his head and looked at the bronze mirror on the table——

The bronze mirror looked like it had been there for a long time, and the mirror surface was a little stained. The broken window paper let in a faint glow of sunlight, and in the afterglow of darkness, a ray of light was shining on the bronze mirror.

Song Jingyun's heart moved slightly, and he moved closer to take a look.

The bronze mirror fluctuated the moment he moved closer, and a faint shadow was reflected.

Dressed in a bright red wedding gown, the phoenix crown on her head swayed slightly, and her colorful clothes swayed slightly as she turned her head——

The next second, the woman who was turning her head suddenly approached the mirror, her figure became clear, and she turned her face to look at Song Jingyun outside the mirror!

The pretty girl with blood flowing from all seven orifices, the ghost bride in gorgeous wedding clothes.

Song Jingyun's pupils shrank sharply, and his head stung for a moment.

[Ding Dong! KP prompt: Player Song Jingyun's san disk fluctuations have increased! 】

A scream of resentment suddenly rose, and the ghost bride in the mirror waved her sharp nails, her eyes wide open, and stabbed forward!

Song Jingyun instinctively dodged the throat attack by turning sideways, but when he looked up, he froze in the resentful eyes of the ghost bride in red, and fell back with his legs weak!

Quan Heng supported Song Jingyun, who was retreating in panic, with one hand, and swung out a butterfly knife with the other hand to smash the bronze mirror directly!

"Snap--!"

The bronze mirror shattered and scattered, and the bride who had just screamed to crawl out disappeared with the broken mirror.

Song Jingyun took a few quick breaths, and his hands trembled slightly.

Quan Heng put away the knife and frowned slightly: "Ghost in the mirror?"

Mu Jing picked up the broken bronze mirror and looked at it, "Sister, it's not a ghost in the mirror."

He knew as much about mirrors as Song Jingyun, and turned his head and said: "It's "possession". "

"Possession? "Quan Heng paused, "That is to say, she only stopped briefly in the mirror, but can actually attach directly to the human body."

"That's right." Mu Jing nodded, "Sister is really smart."

"Song Jingyun," Quan Heng put his hand on Song Jingyun's shoulder and used some strength, "slow down, calm your mind."

Song Jingyun took a slow breath: "Okay... okay..."

Quan Heng breathed a sigh of relief.

"...What a difficult request from Party A!" Song Jingyun collapsed.

Quan Heng: "..."

"I'm afraid of ghosts and you told me not to be afraid. Why don't you tell me not to die if I'm half dead? Can this be controlled? Even if you are my boss, you can't be so unreasonable!"

Song Jingyun said, supporting Quan Heng's hand, still in the emotion, the words squeezed out from the teeth.

"My legs are weak, you, you help me for a while. "

Quan Heng reluctantly lent a hand.

[I told you not to enter a map with a female ghost! Before, Song Jingyun was so scared of the red-dressed female ghost that he could hardly take care of himself]

[Oh my god, Song Jingyun's fear is not right]

[And Song Jingyun is a Taoist priest. This level of reaction can be called PTSD]

[I remember he can also control corpses and exorcise male ghosts! Why female ghosts...]

"Brother Taoist priest, are you afraid of ghosts?"

Mu Jing still had the broken lens in his hand. He tilted his head in confusion when he heard it: "Can Taoist priests be afraid of ghosts?"

"I'm not afraid of ghosts, I..."

Song Jingyun paused, and turned his eyes away the moment Quan Heng looked at him, and whispered: "I... am afraid of the ghost bride."

Quan Heng looked at him quietly for a few seconds, and finally looked away without asking.

"Woof! Woof woof!"

Mu Xiaoliu suddenly barked a few times, wagging his tail and turning his head, his spiritual silver eyes shining with excitement.

"Woof woof! No woof woof!"

Mu Jing stood up and came closer, following Mu Xiaoliu's line of sight and pulling something out from under the bed——

"Sister, Xiaoliu found a clue."

Mu Jing took the thing in her hand, turned it over and looked at it, "It's that plastic card again."

Quan Heng took it and glanced at it, his eyes stopping at the employee position information on the work permit:

Position: Deputy Editor-in-Chief of Fashion Ballet Magazine

Quan Heng raised his eyebrows in surprise, actually wanting to laugh.

"Modern Rose again?" Song Jingyun calmed down.

"No," Quan Heng's eyes still rested on the blood-stained work ID, "It's fashion ballet."

Song Jingyun looked at Quan Heng's face and felt something was wrong: "...you know?"

"I know," Quan Heng said calmly, "These two companies have a lot of cooperation. In addition, it is still an industry under Quan Lin."

"Quan Lin?" Song Jingyun heard this name for the second time and couldn't help but wonder, "Who is it?"

"He used to be my brother in name, but there was no blood relationship. Now..."

Quan Heng was in a weak mood and didn't even bother to smile.

"Just a piece of trash who committed suicide."

"Is the female ghost in red just now Qiu Nishang?"

Song Jingyun had returned to normal and asked while breathing slowly.

"No, it's another one."

Quan Heng wiped off the blood on his work permit and thought about the image of the bride in the bronze mirror full of resentment and bleeding from her orifices.

"It's this person, his facial features match."

Song Jingyun looked at it and saw that the woman in the photo had a high ponytail. At first glance, she looked heroic, confident and beautiful.

[Name: Bu Ziyou]

"In the situation just now, could you still see the bride's face clearly?" Song Jingyun couldn't believe it.

Quan Heng said quietly: "I have a very good memory. I won't forget it once I see it."

For those in their profession, these skills are basic.

Song Jingyun choked: "..."

Is this a fucking memory problem? !

Quan Heng handed his work permit to Mu Jing and whispered: "Help your Taoist brother, brother."

She said, turning around and walking back to the bed.

The dark sheets were already covered with dust. Quan Heng's eyes paused on the deeper marks. He reached out and grabbed a corner of the sheets and pulled them up——

The yellow-white quilt was covered with blood clots seeping from the sheets, stained with some dried white traces, mixed with a few residual odors.

Quan Heng put down the sheets and saw Mu Jing patting Song Jingyun on the shoulder from the corner of his eye, comforting him to stand up.

Song Jingyun lowered his head and wilted, with dark clouds billowing above his head. He felt that it was embarrassing for a child to see his cowardly appearance.

Quan Heng reached out to open the bedside table.

The cabinet that had not seen the light of day for a long time was pushed open, and the rotten and musty air gently drifted outward. The darkness was dispersed bit by bit, revealing a naked and cruel nightmare of oppression and destruction.

Quan Heng glanced at the bloody hemp rope tools, and his eyes fell on the rusty iron pliers in the corner. There was a half bottle of yellow and white "pebbles" in the jar next to it.

--teeth.

Those are human teeth.

Teeth can be said to be the last hard enough weapon of human beings. What kind of behavior requires removing all the last weapons from the human body.

Quan Heng lowered his eyes and slowly closed the bedside table.

Shadows invaded every "darkness" bit by bit. The wind blew in from the open doors and windows and was caught in the gaps in the cabinets. A whining sound could be heard faintly at the moment they were closed.

The resentment and pain were all shrouded in a dark and claustrophobic little cabinet, as if they could no longer be seen.

Quan Heng blinked very lightly, the emotions in his eyes making it difficult to see clearly.

"Quan Heng?"

Song Jingyun was keenly aware of something wrong in the atmosphere and hesitated for a moment: "Did you notice anything?"

"It can almost be pushed out," Quan Heng paused, his tone was calm and did not allow for refutation, "press it back first."

…

"Hey, welcome to our two guests!"

The eldest son of the Mu family stood at the door and greeted the two people who entered with a smile:

"I thought you two would come earlier, but I didn't expect you to arrive in the evening. What happened?"

"This is really frustrating."

Lu Mang smiled, but there was still a fierce expression on his facial muscles: "The driver of this cart has a very bad temper. I said I was here to pay a visit to the master of the Mu family, but he just left us behind. What else could he say..."

Lu Mang thought for a while and then said "Oh" as if he was remembering:

"He also said that the Mu family are inferior to pigs and dogs. He would not pull a cart for the guests of the Mu family. He also said that he is not afraid of you. He will make a fortune in the future and do that for you..."

He lowered his voice and approached the ear of the eldest son of the Mu family:

"——The business of marrying the dead."

The eldest son of the Mu family raised his head, pulled at his shrunken flesh and smiled, but the corners of his mouth curled up to his ears strangely, and there was a coldness in his eyes:

"That's it."

He turned his head and motioned the paper servant behind him forward: "Who is responsible for the itinerary of these two guests? Such unreliable work has really ruined the reputation of our Yinyuan Town."

"I know that old coachman too," the paper man with two dotted eyes opened his mouth and rolled his eyes, with a sly smile on his red face, "I will educate you right now. This reputation is a big deal."

"Do things more quickly."

After the eldest son of the Mu family finished speaking, he smiled and invited the two people in: "Please come in, two experts."

"You are too polite."

Lu Mang followed suit and slapped his head: "Oh, my memory is so bad that I forgot to ask."

He turned around and smiled: "I have a friend who is also here to travel, and it seems that she is also staying at your house.

"——Her name is Quan Heng, do you know her?"