In fact, as one of the first players to enter the horror game, he claims to be stronger than most people. Zong Lin is also proud of his capital. His level, assets and props are far better than Jiang Yao...
But if Jiang Yao hadn't discovered the abnormality in advance tonight, his dignified vice president of the top ten guilds would have died here.
He raised his hands, and the orange fire reflected in his palms.
Zong Lin felt a sense of powerlessness and despair.
He began to doubt himself, whether he could bring the team members back? Can the realm of mystery be driven away from the real world?
Vice-president, level 60 high-level player... entered the medium-to-high-difficulty treacherous realm, and all titles turned into nothingness.
Zong Lin was sure that his heart had been gradually corroded by the barrage of flattery and praise in the live broadcast room.
He thought about it all night.
Until dawn.
The movement outside the house stopped. Jiang Yao woke up and saw that he was still affected by the ghost.
She was about to pick up the wicker sticks on the ground and repeat the operation last night, when the young man squatting beside the fire suddenly raised his forehead and greeted her.
"Good morning."
Jiang Yao saw that his eyes were all green and black, and couldn't hold it back: "Have you been awake all night?"
Zong Lin pushed his glasses up out of habit, touched the air with his fingertips, then pulled them back slightly, saying, "I thought about a lot of things last night and didn't pay attention to the time."
Jiang Yao asked: "Have you figured it out?"
Zong Lin's eyebrows stretched and he nodded with a smile: "I understand."
He wanted to start over, no longer as a superior vice-president, but as an ordinary new player.
"You guys woke up so early." Bai Mao woke up after hearing their conversation, rubbed his sore eyes, and stood up.
It was so noisy last night that he woke up several times and had two black eyes.
In the morning, Zong Lin boiled water, plucked the feathers and roasted the rooster in the corner to barely satisfy his hunger.
It's cloudy today.
Jiang Yao is going to Qingyun Temple to find the young novice monk.
Zong Lin and Baimao went to every house in the town to look for clues.
"I'm afraid it will rain in the afternoon. Let's go early and return early." Zong Lin said.
Jiang Yao gave Zong Lin one of the two peach wood swords he had taken the time to sharpen in the morning.
"Taomu is harmful to zombies, so take it with you."
Baimao also drew some more talisman papers and gave them to them respectively. In addition to the Yang Pressing and Fire Talismans he had drawn before, there were also new talismans.
"This is the Vajra Shield Talisman. As the name suggests, if used, it will form a Vajra Shield around the body, which black and white zombies cannot break. It plays a protective role."
This kind of defensive talisman requires more effort, otherwise it is easy to cause problems, such as——
The first time Bai Mao drew the Vajra Talisman, only the upper body was protected, but the lower body had no effect.
"There are only three, one for each of the three of us."
Jiang Yao accepted it.
The three of them separated.
Perhaps it was because of yesterday's statue patrolling the streets that the entire Xitang Town returned to normal. Townspeople were coming and going, the streets were full of stalls, and there were constant shouts.
The faces of the townspeople are filled with happy smiles. At first glance, they look normal, but upon closer inspection, they send chills down the spine.
Because all the townspeople were laughing, and that smile was consistent with the smile on the shriveled black head of the mad Taoist priest yesterday when they watched the mad Taoist remove his head and place it on the broken statue in Xuanhe, and the expressions of the townspeople now.
They communicated and walked between towns like normal people.
Everyone has a string of Buddhist beads hanging on their wrists. There is no dispute or robbery, and there is peace and happiness.
Jiang Yao just took one look and his mental value dropped several points.
The mall was closed. The hardest thing for her to accept was not that she couldn't use the props, but that she couldn't buy lunch boxes.
Since entering this strange realm, she has never had enough to eat, and her mouth is like a bird.
She entered a honey shop and was greeted by the shopkeeper. The beads made a crisp sound when they collided. She had a sharp and mean face, but now she smiled, which looked very out of place.
"What kind of preserves would you like to buy?"
Jiang Yao asked: "Can I have a taste?"
The shopkeeper's smile froze for a second, and then his smile grew brighter.
"Of course it's possible."
Jiang Yao tasted each honey fruit carefully, just like the steamed buns given by the novice monk of Qingyun Temple, he could taste them and satisfy his hunger.
She hid it while tasting it, and her long and wide cuffs instantly hid it.
The shopkeeper's whole face was twitching when he saw this scene. The most important thing was that he couldn't stop it and could only let her steal most of the goods in the store...
At this time, the movement outside the door attracted the shopkeeper's attention.
It was a beggar holding a broken bowl in front of the shop, begging for food from the shopkeeper.
Jiang Yao saw from the corner of his eye that the shopkeeper was extremely reluctant, but couldn't control his body, so he filled a big bag of candied fruits and gave it to the beggar.
The happy smile on the beggar's face became even stronger, and he happily went to the next house.
Jiang Yao withdrew his gaze without any trace, harvested a sleeve of preserves, ignored the shopkeeper's vicious gaze and left the shop.
She threw a honey fruit into her mouth and glanced at the various shops from time to time.
The whole town exudes a false beauty.
'call out'
She spit the honey kernels in her mouth into an ancient cypress planted outside the high wall of Qingyun Temple, and immediately began to climb the tree and over the wall to enter the temple.
As soon as he landed, a familiar clear young boy's voice came from behind.
"Senior brother is guarding the door today. Donor, you don't have to climb over the wall."
Jiang Yao turned around and saw the little novice monk holding a broom sweeping the dead leaves falling down the aisle.
He seems to have been in charge of this area. Last time he climbed over the wall in the same place, he was here too.
Jiang Yao randomly took out a honey fruit from his sleeve and threw it into his mouth. It was sweet and slightly sour. She did not answer his words, but handed him a honey fruit.
"Taste it."
The little novice lowered his eyes. The light red honey berries were shining with an alluring luster under the light. Even from a close distance, one could smell the sweet scent of the honey berries.
He had never tasted it, so he took a closer look out of curiosity and asked, "What is this?"
Jiang Yao replied: "The honey fruit is made from apricots and dates and is vegetarian."
Hearing this, the little novice monk took the honey fruit and carefully put it into his mouth. When he tasted the sweetness, his eyes lit up.
He nodded his head, and the corners of his eyes were slightly curved, like crescent moons.
"Delicious!"
The young novice monk is different from the townspeople outside the temple who always have a fake smile. His smile is genuine and genuine.
Jiang Yao noticed that he was different from others the last time.
She said as if talking about something commonplace.
"Why didn't I see you while patrolling the streets yesterday?"
The smile on the little novice's lips weakened slightly, and he became a little more lonely.
"The abbot does not allow poor monks to leave the temple."
Jiang Yao snorted and changed the subject: "I didn't eat in the morning and I'm a little hungry."
The young novice monk said hurriedly: "I will bring you something to eat."
Say that and leave.
Jiang Yao followed him to the kitchen.
Except for him, there were no other monks in the kitchen, so it was empty.
Jiang Yao asked: "Have you been to the Sutra Pavilion?"
The little novice monk in front of the stove seemed not to hear her words and was immersed in cooking noodles.
But his slightly stagnant movements still caught Jiang Yao's eyes.
She repeated it again, this time in his ear, and as always the young novice did not answer her question.
Until she said: "Can you tell me more about hosting? I want to hear it."
