There was a dead silence inside and outside the house, and even the annoying and quiet sound of cicadas suddenly disappeared. If it weren't for Lin Zhu with a pale face and holding his breath next to him, Cheng Miao would have suspected that he had entered a different space.
The uncomfortable silence continued. Cheng Miao concentrated his attention and counted slowly in his heart.
What's out there? What is it hesitating about?
Without warning, accompanied by a scream that split the air, there was the sound of a sharp weapon piercing the window paper. A branch as thick as an adult's arm suddenly broke through the window and plunged into the Eight Immortals table facing the window. superior.
"Bang!" The blow missed, and the branches slowly pulled away, no longer as cold as when they attacked before, as if they were looking for a target, or observing the situation.
Cheng Miao looked at the terrifying hole left on the Eight Immortals' table and knew that this branch was definitely not a good thing.
As if he had eyes, Lin Zhu ignored the branch and attacked Cheng Miao aggressively.
Cheng Miao sidestepped and ran towards the bedroom regardless of her good-looking posture.
The branches were particularly flexible, and Cheng Miao pierced wherever she went, leaving one bottomless hole after another.
Lin Zhu first saw a branch that looked like an old black mountain demon attacking into the room. Then the original scene disappeared and was replaced by a woman in a red dress.
The standard feature of a classic horror movie is that the face is covered with black hair, the limbs are twisted, and there is the sound of "clucking" joints breaking in the air.
Lin Zhu was startled at first, then frowned the next second. Is this... a ghost?
Logically speaking, ghosts should be incorporeal existences, and I wonder if they can be attacked.
Thinking of this, Lin Zhu saw that the female ghost seemed to be raising her head, and he was not too scared. With a mentality of seeking knowledge, he rushed forward, held up the book, and smashed the female ghost's head.
Huh? This feeling...
Lin Zhu stopped and realized that the scene in front of him had changed again. In front of him was the black branch he saw at the beginning, which had not been broken or damaged at all by him.
Zhigan was not distracted from attacking Lin Zhu. He left him alone and devoted himself to attacking Cheng Miao who was hiding in the bedroom.
Cheng Miao rolled awkwardly on the ground and was finally forced into a corner by a branch.
She stood up, leaning her back against the wall, her dark brown eyes staring quietly at the branch that was slowly stretching out in front of her, as if playing with prey.
Cheng Miao waited until the branch was only a finger's width away from her throat. She suddenly turned around and used her strength to pierce the fishbone dagger into the branch.
"Jie!" Like the blood-soaked scream of a dying mandrill, Cheng Miao covered his ear with one hand that was not holding the dagger, and pulled out the dagger with the other hand to attack again.
The branches were trembling and he quickly returned from the original path. Lin Zhu, who was still patting the branches with a book, lost his balance and fell forward hard. His head hit the edge of the table. His glasses flew out and he was swollen. Chunks.
Cheng Miao chased the escaping branch and saw it retracting out of the window and disappearing into the night.
Hearing the cicada ring in his ears again, accompanied by the yawns of the maids keeping watch outside, Cheng Miao knew that tonight's attack was over.
After calling someone to get some medicinal wine, Cheng Miao picked up the glasses that had fallen by the door and handed them to Lin Zhu, who was sitting on a chair, holding his forehead and whining in pain.
The young man is courageous and loyal. He has the unique and rare purity of young people that has not been polluted by society.
Cheng Miao took Lin Zhu's hand away and looked at the injury on his forehead. The boy's fair forehead had some skin scratches, and a red and swollen lump looked a bit scary, but fortunately it was just a skin injury.
Cheng Miao comforted Lin Zhu with a few words. The boy was in a good mood, but he was a little embarrassed and did not help Cheng Miao.
Cheng Miao didn't want to pry into other people's privacy, but felt the need to remind him, so he vaguely told Lin Zhu that he had to explore the rules for using the props by himself, otherwise it might not be as effective as you smashing the vase.
Lin Zhu gently rubbed his forehead with the safflower oil given by the maid, and said with a grimace, "Sister Miaomiao, I know this too. It's just that my book has no props and can only be used as a moving brick."
As he spoke, Lin Zhu pushed up his glasses, and a book appeared in the book, "If you don't believe me, sister Miaomiao, read it for yourself."
Cheng Miao took the book and saw a prop-specific explanation interface appeared in front of him.
"The book has its own gold house": Knowledge is money, and you can use props to take out tradable coins in the instance.
Cheng Miao returned the book to Lin Zhu dumbfounded. Seeing his embarrassed look, she comforted him, "It's not useless. If you encounter a copy that requires money, it will be very useful."
Lin Zhu bared his teeth and made a "hiss" sound of pain, while showing a look of admiration towards Cheng Miao, "Sister Miaomiao, you are so powerful, you can actually hurt the old demon of Montenegro!"
"Pfft", Cheng Miao was amused by Lin Zhu and laughed out loud, "What old Black Mountain demon? That's Mrs. Chang."
Lin Zhu was so shocked that he opened his mouth wide and forgot to rub the medicine, "Then that monster is Mrs. Chang!? Or is that female ghost Mrs. Chang?"
"Female ghost?" Cheng Miao felt a chill running through her body. She looked back behind her to make sure there was no scary ghost hiding behind, and then asked, "Where is the female ghost?"
Lin Zhu also noticed that something was wrong. With Cheng Miao's fear of ghosts, although he was not scared to death, it was definitely not as if nothing had happened.
That can only mean that only Lin Zhu can see the ghost.
Although Lin Zhu was not afraid of ghosts, he was afraid of this strange situation that only he could see, like being isolated or an ominous omen.
Seeing that Lin Zhu's face turned paler the more he thought about it, Cheng Miao comforted him not to be too busy being afraid, but to think carefully about whether he had done anything that might have triggered the death trap.
Lin Zhu's face was pale, his forehead was red and swollen, and he looked very pitiful.
He first described the situation he had just seen in detail, which made Cheng Miao's skin crawl all over again.
"It's nothing. We have been together all the time. The only time we were separated was when I asked the servant, is it the one who broke the rules?"
"Impossible," Cheng Miao said flatly. If the dungeon didn't even allow normal exploration, what else would the players do? They could just wait to die.
"Then I..." Lin Zhu scratched his head in embarrassment, accidentally touching the wound on his head, and gasped in pain, "I said when I was eating in the morning that I was very interested in weird things like ghosts and gods. Interest, does this count?”
Cheng Miao recalled that in order to find out the background of the copy, Lin Zhu indeed said this, and Mrs. Chang also said something very strange.
"Don't dare to mention things like this all the time. If you mention something too much, you might see something that isn't there."
It sounded like he was warning Lin Zhu not to let Mr. Ye be a dragon, but Mrs. Chang's expression at that time did not look like a caring and ignorant child, but rather a secret excitement.
Cheng Miao bit her lips and fell into deep thought. Lin Zhu thought for a while and then asked, "Sister Miaomiao, what you just said is that the branch is Mrs. Chang?"
Cheng Miao was multitasking, sitting next to Lin Zhu and staring at the holes in the window, "Well, Mrs. Chang is a flower demon."
