Yan Qi looked at the speaker. Perhaps his gaze was too disdainful, which made Zhou Ke shrink back in embarrassment. "Brother, please take me with you. I will be obedient."
Zhou Ke hates these lanterns. He doesn't want to stay in this place surrounded by lanterns. He can go anywhere.
Yan Qi looked at the thin man with disgust and said, "Okay."
Something is better than nothing.
Watching the two people leaving, Qin Wu asked his brother in a low voice, "Is it really okay to just let them go? Isn't it safer to stay with everyone?"
Tan Wen pursed his lips and looked at Tan Wu with a smile, "Don't worry about them, Yan Qi is an old player."
It is more suitable for experienced players to explore the road.
No one can blame him for rushing to die after being warned.
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Yan Qi took Zhou Ke to wander aimlessly in Zhangjia Village. The village was simple and simple, and there was no need to go out to do farm work during the two days of ancestor worship.
The villagers who came and went would give each other fruits and vegetables, and sit in the sun chatting about their families.
The atmosphere looks warm and simple...if you ignore the lanterns they are holding.
"What are the rules? There are no rules for people to carry lanterns in broad daylight."
Yan Qi walked in front, and Zhou Ke followed him step by step. They walked and came to an alley full of dilapidated houses.
"Brother Qi, there seems to be no one living in this alley." Zhou Ke looked around, fearing that a female ghost would suddenly jump out of the house.
Yan Qi ignored Zhou Ke. He felt that something was a bit strange along the way. The idea was on his lips, but he just couldn't say it.
Seeing that Yan Qi ignored him, Zhou Ke didn't talk any more and asked for trouble.
They were walking, and suddenly Zhou Ke thought he heard the footsteps of a third person.
The alley was very quiet. "Dong...dong..." was Yan Qi's footsteps. He was steady and strong.
"Swish...swish..." This is his own. He can't raise his steps when walking, so he drags them along.
His wife called him ugly and embarrassing several times, but he couldn't change it.
He is not confident, even his walking pace is sluggish.
But listen carefully, there is a sound mixed in with their footsteps: "Ta...ta..."!
Zhou Ke's brain was half a beat slower than his movements. When his brain gave him a warning, he had already turned around and muttered: "Brother Qi, did you hear it? It seems there is something behind us..."
Zhou Ke's voice stopped suddenly.
A large drop of sweat fell from Yan Qi's forehead. He swallowed. The footsteps were now behind him.
Even before Zhou Ke noticed it, Yan Qi knew something was following.
Cursing his luck secretly in his heart, Yan Qi didn't think of how to deal with this situation, but Zhou Ke turned his head stupidly.
Okay now, the person following him now is definitely not Zhou Ke.
Yan Qi felt as if there was a piece of ice on his back, and his hands and feet were so cold that they became stiff.
He forced himself to calm down, thinking about what tools he had to face this situation.
There are many props for players, but most of them are very restrictive and useless props like Lin Zhu's book and Qi Jiajia's noose. There are also props that can enhance the player's own abilities, but there are very few props that can directly affect ghosts.
Yan Qi didn’t.
Seeing that he was about to reach the end of the alley, Yan Qi's eyes were red with anxiety. He would have to turn around when he got there. Even if standing still would work, could he stand until night?
Yan Qi now regrets his behavior of going out to look for clues. No player will come to find him. It is very likely that when they find it, it will be his body.
Just a few meters away from the end of the alley in Yanqili, his face turned gray and there was only despair in his eyes.
Suddenly, the door on the right creaked open, and a red lantern poked out from inside.
Almost at the same moment, Yan Qi felt that the gloomy coolness behind him disappeared. He breathed a long sigh of relief, put his hands on his knees and gasped for air. His whole body was filled with joy of escaping from death.
After adjusting, Yan Qi wanted to thank the person who saved him. When he looked up, his eyes widened, "It's you!"
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The players who stayed near the old house ate the breakfast brought by the two women holding lanterns, and waited boredly for the village chief to take them to make lanterns.
Every household here has a lantern, but they treasure these lanterns very much. People are looking at them, and players can’t even get close to take a look.
Lin Zhu shook the watery porridge in the bowl and took a sip with the steamed bun. "Sister Miaomiao, do you think the point of the problem will be on the lantern?"
Cheng Miao tore off the wrapper of the steamed bun and ate it while his eyes kept scanning in front of each house, "Probably, but yesterday I found a broken lantern. It was indeed a lantern made of cloth. Where is the mystery?"
It wasn't until around eleven o'clock that the village chief arrived belatedly. He brought another boy who was somewhat honest and honest, "This is my eldest son, Zhang Min."
Zhang Min smiled naively, didn't say much, and walked to the back of the team holding his own lantern.
Cheng Miao followed the village chief. She came closer and asked as if making small talk, "Village Chief, do we have any rules for lighting lanterns during the day? It's weird."
The village chief didn't look back and walked forward seriously. An old voice with a bit of hoarseness came from the front, "There are no rules. It just symbolizes that the business is booming. I hope our lanterns can continue to be in business."
Cheng Miao chewed on this sentence for a while, and then asked about other things, "How exactly do you worship the ancestors? Do you need our help?"
The place where the lanterns are made is not far away. It only takes seven or eight minutes to walk there. The village chief stepped over the steps of the yard and looked at Cheng Miao with a tilt of his head. "It starts at nine o'clock in the evening on the third day. Well, if you can Sora can come too.”
Cheng Miao looked at the unnatural smile on the village chief's face and felt that the sentence should be "If you are still alive, you can come together."
The village chief only briefly told them how to make lanterns and then left them here.
The players looked at each other in confusion.
"Uncle, uncle, can you hear me?" Lin Zhu found an old man in the yard who had been making lanterns. Judging from his proficiency, he was a master craftsman.
Everyone, please relax, as long as someone teaches you.
The old man raised his head, said "Ah" twice, and pointed to his mouth.
Everyone is helpless, he is a mute.
The uncle pointed at the lantern, meaning to watch him do it and follow him.
"How long will it take!" Song Yu was shocked. Making lanterns is not easy. Just scraping the bamboo strips takes a long time. It is impossible for the dungeon to really just send them in to learn the craft.
"I still have to go out and take a look." Ye Zi stood under the lantern at the entrance of the courtyard and stretched his head to look outside.
"Without a lantern, it's probably not safe to go out." Although there is no evidence to prove it, lanterns are a key point. Every household carries a lantern when going out. Cheng Miao still prefers to be safer like the villagers.
"Ah! Ah!" The old man who was making a lantern suddenly stood up and shouted to Ye Zi who was still standing under the lantern. His rough palms kept making "come back" movements.
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