Spirit Walker Chapter 227

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Run away?

In this situation, listening to the screams played by Elvis Presley's speakers, Zhang Yuanqing felt his scalp tighten, and a chill surged in his heart.

He never expected that the Elvis speaker gave such a prompt. This is by no means good news.

Zhang Yuanqing waited silently for a moment, seeing that the Elvis speaker stopped "speaking", his heart suddenly sank, and he slapped it:

"Hey, you don't want to stay in such a ghost place forever. If you have any way to say it quickly, we can leave together together."

But this time, the Elvis speaker did not respond, even if he took out the bloodthirsty blade fear Uto.

So, its only prompt is to escape?

Seeing that the Elvis Speaker could not get reliable information here, Zhang Yuanqing quickly calmed down, gave full play to his advantages, and started analysis.

He first sorted out the known information, and found that when the old man mentioned the paper figurines, he only said that the paper figurines would appear in the second watch, without much description.

When it comes to ghost dolls, it is said that ghost dolls ask to play games.

"In this way, paper people are different from ghost dolls. The latter can be avoided by relying on rules, while paper people can't, they can only hit hard, and there is no shortcut."

"The tip given by the Elvis speaker is to escape, which is already very telling. That paper figurine is probably more dangerous than the ghost doll. Here is a copy. If I could escape, I would have escaped, and I still need you to remind me?"

"There is too little information about the paper figurine. If you want to beat it, you have to find out the details first. Fortunately, I have always been cautious and asked more."

He asked the old man where the box of rouge was.

The answer was that he 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.

You should be able to get a lot of useful information.

"It's been almost half an hour since the ghost baby left. There are two hours between the first watch and the second watch, and I still have one and a half hours left. This village is not small, and it is a little difficult to find Mr. Xu's house in one and a half hours. Big."

Zhang Yuanqing looked at the deep night, pondered for a few seconds, and came up with an idea. Devour the spirits of the villagers one by one to get answers.

Wang Xiaoer is an important NPC and can't devour souls, so villagers can, right?

He led the dead number one, picked the nearest stone house, and went straight in. "Ho ho~"

Hearing the movement, the pupils of the two corpses in the room were filled with brutal blood, and they rushed towards them with their teeth and claws.

Dead Man No. 1 strode forward, swept out his right leg like a whip, kicked the corpse's head, and then used the inertia of the whip leg to rotate his body in a half circle, driving his right arm, and smashed the male corpse's head with one punch.

Flesh tissue accompanied by bone fragments, sputtering like raindrops.

The two headless corpses took a few steps forward and fell to the ground.

Dark energy appeared in Zhang Yuanqing's eyes, filling his eyes, swallowing the remaining spiritual bodies in the two yin corpses.

Broken images flashed, and he quickly found Mr. Xu's residence from the scattered memory fragments. The teacher lived in a courtyard near the river in the west of the village. He was the most literate person in the village.

After knowing Mr. Xu's residence, Zhang Yuanqing was not in a hurry, sitting cross-legged on the spot, closing his eyes and resting.

With his physical state at this time, there is no way to deal with unexpected accidents.

Unable to feel the passage of time in the silence, Zhang Yuanqing put his left finger on the pulse to calculate the time.

The surrounding Taiyin is rich in power, nourishing the injured body, repairing broken bones, and restoring physical strength.

After the pulse beat 1800 times, Zhang Yuanqing opened his eyes, his eyes were bright, and the malaise subsided. The broken bones have been continued, fully recovered, and the physical strength has returned to 70% of the heyday.

"When I recover about 90% of my physical strength, I can use Xiaoyue again, but unfortunately there is no food, otherwise I have returned to its peak state now."

He no longer hesitated to leave here with Dead One and head to the west of the village.

Ten minutes later, Zhang Yuanqing, who was walking on the narrow village road, heard the cheerful sound of a stream, turned around a rammed earth house, and saw a three-meter-wide river passing between the stone houses.

The water flow is fast but not in a hurry, and the rushing sound is brisk.

After walking along the river for a few more minutes, he finally arrived outside the small courtyard where Mr. Xu lived.

At this time, there are still more than half an hour before the second watch.

For safety's sake, Zhang Yuanqing planned to let Dead One go in and explore, and he stayed outside. Considering that the corpse didn't see through the dark, he put on the Yin and Yang robe on Dead One.

The deceased No. 1 pressed the hospital door with both palms, silently exerting force, and in the sour sound of the door shaft, the hospital door slowly opened.

The corpse was not afraid of the danger in the dark and quickly entered the small courtyard.

Whenever this happens, Zhang Yuanqing sighs that he has foresight. After the third level, he begins to prepare for refining the Infernal Corpse. Otherwise, if a dungeon with many dangers like this is used to clear mines, it will explode on the spot at no time and return. fairy land.

Crossing the yard and pushing open the lattice door of the main house, Dead One stopped outside the threshold, spreading his palms.

Hu ◇ A ball of fire rises, dispelling darkness and bringing light.

The furnishings in the main house come into view, facing a round table at the door of the house, with round stools on the side of the table, and paintings and calligraphy on the walls.

To the left of the door is a large wooden bed with a hanging gauze curtain, and to the right is a bookshelf and a rectangular desk.

No paper figures, no dead bodies.

After the villagers found Mr. Xu dead, they buried his body.

The paper man is not here, which is good.... Zhang Yuanqing breathed a sigh of relief, and immediately stepped over the stone threshold of the courtyard gate, not forgetting to close the courtyard door, passed through the small courtyard, arrived outside the main house, and joined the corpse.

Paper people are different from ghost dolls. As long as there are entities, it is impossible to ignore physical obstacles and close the courtyard door, not to block the other party, but to act as a warning "bell".

One person and one corpse entered the main house and closed the door. Zhang Yuanqing put out the fireball and regarded the darkness as nothing. He first checked the bed, opened a few boxes for quilts and clothes, and did not forget to look under the bed.

After confirming that the paper figurine was really not here, he walked to the desk and examined the objects on the table.

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, and engraved with exquisite auspicious clouds and flower patterns.

Zhang Yuanqing stretched out his hand to pick up the rouge box, waited for a few seconds, and the item attribute appeared: [Name: Blood Rouge]

【Type: Cosmetics】

[Function: Enchanting Spirit, Bloodthirsty]

[Introduction: It is said that the rouge made from the blood of eighty-eight girls will never dry up and will never fade. It is the dream of all women. After the owner's death, it became a burial object, buried deep underground for a long time, and the resentful spirit in the box was nourished by yin and became more and more fierce. Apply rouge to the cheeks, or lips, to attract evil spirits. The wraith has a strong thirst for blood, and only enough blood essence can be appeased. 】

[Note 1: If you don't kill people, you will kill yourself. 】

[Note 2: In the next ten minutes, a certain skill 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 really a prop, and the quality is very high. Even if it is not in the Saint Realm, it has the quality of the extraordinary peak, and it feels like it can be compared to the best equipment such as the yin and yang robes.

As soon as Zhang Yuanqing thought about it, he was about to put away the rouge box. [Ding, this item cannot be collected. 】

I know there is no such cheap thing... Zhang Yuanqing muttered in his heart. As far as he knows, all the props in the spiritual realm are unique, they will not be refreshed, and they will be gone if they are taken away.

According to the reduction and increase of props, the spiritual realm will adjust the difficulty level by itself. If the rouge box can be taken away, the devil has already taken it, and it is impossible to stay here. Without the paper figurines, maybe the difficulty level of "Aphasia Village" will drop. "According to the explanation of Note 3, Mr. Xu should have been bewitched by the rouge box, so he smeared blush on the paper figure, released the resentful spirit in the rouge box, and died unexpectedly.

While thinking about it, Zhang Yuanqing checked other items on the table.

A few books related to the Ming Dynasty, and a hand-painted, abbreviated Didong.

The content of the book is in classical Chinese, Zhang Yuanqing flipped through it at will, then put it aside, and turned to pick up the map to examine it.

On the map, "houses" and "mountains" are outlined with simple lines, with a note at the bottom:

"The location of the ancient tomb, twenty-three miles southwest of Houshan."

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 that Wang Xiaoer got the treasure from the ancient tomb, so he was greedy and wanted to enter the ancient tomb to make a fortune?

"But it's not right, Wang Xiaoer and the wandering Taoist priest spent a whole night in the mountains before they found the entrance to the tomb. Mr. Xu couldn't sit at home and analyze it out of thin air. He might buy a rouge box and get it from Wang Little Er got information from there..."

Zhang Yuanqing immediately put the question aside. It doesn't matter how Mr. Xu knew the location of the tomb.

He turned his attention back to the "Blood Rouge" item information.

"According to the description of the old man, Mr. Xu was sucked to death by an adult. This is in line with the information of the blood rouge. Mr. Xu died, but the villagers next door did not die. That night, the paper man only killed Mr. Xu... .."

Suddenly, a small "squeak" came from the yard, interrupting Zhang Yuanqing's thinking.

The sound was very slight, but in the stillness of the night, any movement would be amplified.

Zhang Yuanqing raised his head abruptly and looked out the door, his body tightened like a conditioned reflex. After becoming the God of Yeyou, Zhang Yuanqing hadn't felt this scary feeling of scalp tingling for a long time. The last time he felt this way was in the Temple of the Mountain. At that time, as an ordinary person, he was able to hold his breath with the desire to survive.

Otherwise, I would have been scared to death by the weirdness and horror in the mountain temple.

And now, after a long absence, he has regained the original feeling... . . .

Zhang Yuanqing didn't rush out to find the paper figurine to fight to the death, but took the dead number one, quickly ran to the direction of the bed, and quietly hid under the bed.

He pressed the shoulders of Dead One and entered the night tour.

The night tour can block the breath and hide the figure. The paper figurine should not be able to find him. Zhang Yuanqing intends to observe it first, and then consider whether to retreat or make a sneak attack.

As soon as one person and one corpse hid under the bed, the door of the main house was pushed open a crack. Then, a foot in a red embroidered shoe crossed the threshold. And then another foot in an embroidered shoe.

During this process, Zhang Yuanqing heard a subtle "rustling" sound, which was only produced by the friction of paper.

It's a paper man!

The feet in the embroidered shoes, after stepping over the threshold, stopped by the round table,

Standing there, without moving for a while, like a real paper stick man.

Zhang Yuanqing observed the paper figurine and sensed a strong, deep Yin Qi from it, far superior to the Yin Qi of a ghost doll.

He moved a few centimeters out to widen his field of vision, making it easier for him to observe the whole picture of the paper figurine. Darkness couldn't affect Yeyoushen's vision. He fixed his gaze and saw the appearance of the paper man. It was a paper man in bright red clothes, like a **** shadow in the dark.

Its face is covered with white paper, and the white is penetrating, but its cheeks are smeared with blood-like red, and its lips are scarlet.

Pale white and bright red appeared on a dull and stiff face at the same time, and anyone who saw this face would panic in their hearts.

 … Zhang Yuanqing silently retracted his head.

At this moment, Zhi Zharen, who had been standing for a long time, walked towards the desk with strange steps. It walks in an odd way, as if its knees won't bend, and walks in stiff, forward steps.

There is absolutely no way that human beings can take such precise and regular steps.

From the round table to the desk, at a distance of four or five meters, it walked for more than ten seconds, and finally stopped by the desk, its head drooping stiffly, as if looking at the things on the table.

What desk is it looking at? ! Zhang Yuanqing froze in his heart, quickly recalled it, and made sure that he had reset the thing, and then he was relieved.

The paper man stopped by the desk for a moment, turned his knees stiffly, and walked towards the bed.

 … Zhang Yuanqing's relaxed spirit tightened again.

"Shasha..." The paper figurine was very light, and the footsteps were also very light.

Zhang Yuanqing stared at the pair of embroidered shoes, watching it take a stiff straight step, approaching step by step, and finally stopped by the bed.

Although it was a night tour, Zhang Yuanqing held his breath.

After Zhi Zha Ren came to the bedside, he started to stand for a long time again. At this time, Zhang Yuanqing had only half a minute left for his night tour.

At this moment ~www.mtlnovel.com~ the pair of embroidered shoes was less than fifteen centimeters away from his face.

After the suffocating silence, the paper figurine turned around stiffly and walked out with a light "shasha" pace.

Finally left... Zhang Yuanqing wanted to let out a sigh of relief.

Suddenly, Zhi Zha Ren suddenly stopped, with his back to the direction of the bed, motionless.

Zhang Yuanqing's field of vision was blocked by the edge of the bed, and he could only see the calf where the paper was tied, and he couldn't see the upper part.

Why doesn't it move?

Zhang Yuanqing was puzzled in his heart, always paying attention to him who was stuck with paper, and then saw a terrible scene.

With his back to him, Zhi Zha Ren slowly bent over, lowered his head, and looked under the bed from between his legs.

Zhang Yuanqing saw the pale face that was not alive. The paper man saw him too.

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