Not far ahead, there is a somewhat simple brick house.
Lying in the yard was the body of a young girl, with a distorted face and fear in her eyes. She was lying on the ground, her right hand raised unwillingly, as if she wanted to grab something.
The body remained in this position.
Another person from heaven.
Wang Ye stood behind the crowd and remained calm.
It seems that the protection period for newcomers is almost over.
The illusion of Yaochi is like a training ground. Everyone gathers here, and various supernatural events happen randomly, or other evil stories happen. Only those who finally solve the problem are qualified to get out alive, otherwise they can only live in silence forever. it's here.
But so far, the people I have met have all been of average combat ability.
Several of the most powerful talents have yet to be encountered.
I don’t know what identities Yaochi has arranged for them.
Now Wang Ye has most likely figured out this illusion, and even has some guesses about the core point of unlocking the secret realm.
but...
It’s not time to go out yet.
After all, I now have the advantage of information flow. If I trap more people here, I can reduce some of the burden after I go out.
Thinking about it, Wang Ye left quietly and continued to wander around the village.
As time went by, the atmosphere in the village seemed to become more solemn and depressing.
Occasionally, you can still see the clouded face of the village chief on the small road in the village, leaving in a hurry with a few strong men.
It seems that the current situation in the village is more serious than I imagined.
It is estimated that something big will happen in this illusion tonight.
I don’t know how many people will die.
and...
Is the village chief an illusion condensed from an illusion, or does he have some other identity...
I always feel that there is something wrong with this village chief.
Instead of wandering around in the village, Wang Ye returned home. Hearing Wang Ye's door open, Qing Ya's face was very ugly: "Brother...did you...throw that book away?"
"It's lost."
Wang Ye said casually.
"But...but...it appeared in the room again."
Qing Ya pointed to her room, her eyes filled with despair.
Even if this book is handed into the hands of others, will it not be transferred?
Wang Ye thought a little in his heart.
But on the surface, his expression was a bit ugly: "Give it to me, I won't believe it!"
With that said, Wang Ye came to Qingya's room angrily, and the book appeared in the same place as expected.
Picked up the book.
Wang Ye asked Qing Ya to lock the door again before returning to his room.
According to the conversation I heard before, there is a temple near this village and a private school next door.
It can be regarded as two small copies.
Otherwise, it would be difficult to deal with so many bald people and forcefully arrange them in an illusion. It would be better to stuff them all into the temple in one go.
As for the private school, what is there in it?
But Wang Ye is no longer interested in this.
Because after walking around the village, Wang Ye found that the number of people was obviously wrong. Even if some people were lost in the sea of flowers and the square, logically speaking, the number of people entering this illusion would not be too small.
But even with the temple...
It's only about one-third of the total number of people.
This means that there is more than one illusion.
But it is more reasonable to think about it. After all, there are too many people, and the illusion may not be enough to support it.
So there are not enough people, and there is no fun in playing.
When it gets dark and something happens, Wang Ye is ready to leave.
...
It was getting dark.
The surrounding temperature dropped a little, and Wang Ye, who had been lying on the kang with his eyes closed to rest, suddenly opened his eyes.
plan...
Ready to begin.
The first step is to make arrangements for your lovely sister.
If nothing unexpected happens, it will only take about an hour at most, and the woman in red will probably attack her.
Take this opportunity to appreciate the methods of Yaochi Fantasy.
Thinking...
Wang Ye stood up, with a trace of worry on his face, and knocked on Qing Ya's door.
"are you asleep?"
"No...no."
Qing Ya's voice sounded in the room.
Wang Ye opened the door and walked in, sitting casually by the kang: "The dark circles under your eyes are so heavy, why don't you take a rest first."
"I am not sleepy!"
Qing Ya's face was full of tiredness, but she still shook her head.
Wang Ye didn't try to persuade him, and sat aside in silence.
A cool breeze suddenly blew in the sealed room, blowing out the candles.
Qingya subconsciously tightened the kitchen knife in her hand. For some reason, she always had the illusion that there was someone behind her staring at her, very close to her... very close.
"Your red dress..."
"arrive!"
A faint moan sounded in her ears, with a slight chill.
Qing Ya's body stiffened and she screamed suddenly.
"Ghost...ghost!"
She subconsciously looked at her brother, only to find that Wang Ye was still sitting by the kang, as if he had fallen asleep, motionless.
Something really went wrong...
The fear in her heart continued to expand, and her body even began to tremble non-stop.
"It's time to get dressed..."
The sound was still ringing.
And it continues.
"No...no...I won't wear it!"
"My brother..."
"Give it to my brother!"
There was a hint of crying in Qing Ya's voice, and she looked very helpless.
"Then...let's do it."
"you know what I mean."
The voice was full of bewitchment and kept ringing in Qingya's ears.
gradually...
The frequency of Qingya's body trembling began to weaken. She took a deep breath, held the kitchen knife in both hands and slowly stood up from the ground.
Looking at Wang Ye who had fallen asleep in front of her, a hint of indifference flashed deep in Qing Ya's eyes, but she kept mumbling to herself: "Brother... I'm sorry..."
"I just want to live, I'm sorry..."
"do not blame me."
Although she said this, Qing Ya raised her hand firmly and slashed hard at Wang Ye's neck.
The next second...
Qing Ya's pale face was splashed with blood, which was still warm.
And Wang Ye in front of her had lost his breath.
Qing Ya collapsed on the ground, her expression turned cold: "Everything... is over!"
"According to the contents of the ghost story novel, it is enough for one person to die."
While speaking, she didn't even look at Wang Ye again.
The scariest thing is...
She didn't regain her memory, everything just restored her original personality.
In the somewhat dark room, only her heavy breathing echoed continuously.
