This is a puppet art museum with a simple and fashionable decoration style, but it is also valuable.
What comes into view are all kinds of dolls, cute girls, mature and charming girls, young men in suits and ties, old people on crutches...
The shelves next to the wall display many doll-related products. Under the spiral staircase, there are cardboard boxes containing the doll bodies, and some of the limbs are even piled directly on the boxes.
These dolls are exquisite and elegant, with lifelike facial features, exuding an unspeakable weirdness and gloominess. They face the same direction, and their empty gazes converge in one place.
If ordinary people accidentally enter this kind of puppet house at night, they will definitely pee their pants on the spot.
A worn quilt was spread on a bright marble floor.
The quilt is large and can accommodate more than a dozen people, covering half of the Doll Art Gallery.
Nine humanoid outlines are highlighted on the surface of the quilt. The one in the center is Fu Qingyang. To his left is Elder Gao Feng, and to his right is Elder Hongying.
On Elder Gao Feng's side are three male saints, "High Mountains and Flowing Waters" and "A Good Minister Choosing the Master and Killing Him". On Elder Hongying's side are three female saints, Yin Ji, Xia Shuzhi Lian, and Hua Yu.
Fu Qingyang tilted his head, and the quilt covering his head cast a shadow. He glanced calmly at the Doll Art Museum and said, "Elder Gao Feng, has your lower body recovered?"
The dark and thin elder Gao Feng raised his head and shook his head solemnly: "Not yet, but the power of the curse is beginning to weaken. Elder Hongying, where are your breasts?"
Elder Hongying said coldly: "You don't need to worry."
The official team encountered a big crisis. After the ghost town revived, the official travelers wanted to stop with silence and cope with all changes with stability.
But what ushered in was the revival of supernatural beings in the shop one after another. They rushed out of the shop and besieged the living people who broke into the city, flocking to their spirits.
At the critical moment, Fu Qingyang realized the solution, which was to take the initiative to enter the store.
The supernatural forces in the ghost town have a strong sense of territory, or rules, and cannot enter the shops of their "fellows".
So as long as you go all the way through the level, you can avoid being devoured by the ghosts in the city.
But this is just drinking poison to quench thirst, because they are definitely not able to clear the level with demigod-level props, not even thirty lives.
However, they still managed to hold on all night. Fu Qingyang, who was wearing a swordsman's cloak, had an unparalleled attack, Elder Hongying was innately capable of suppressing the Wraith Inferi, and Elder Gao Feng's defense was a reliable barrier for everyone.
But in this puppet art museum, they finally couldn't hold on any longer.
There are no scary supernatural beings in this doll house, only dolls arranged in disorder. The danger comes from these dolls.
The moment the official team entered the puppet hall, they were targeted by the puppets.
Then a terrible crisis came, and everyone's bodies, including Elder Hongying's, began to transform and turned into physical models.
Elder Gao Feng's lower body became a doll, Elder Hongying's breasts, Yin Ji's buttocks, Hua Yu's back, and some parts of each person's body were transformed into models.
This is a terrible curse, at least a peak master level curse.
The level exceeds the three masters present.
At the critical moment, Elder Gao Feng grabbed a torn quilt and shouted: "Come under the quilt!"
Everyone was saved.
A native monster profession, a dominator-level rule-based prop - a quilt for the faint of heart.
The quilt can withstand all attacks in the world. Even demigods cannot destroy it through violence.
This rule-type item has three prices:
The first is poverty. The holder of the props has no chance of money from now on. Any wealth given by anyone in any form will eventually leave him.
The second is the duration. Each time the quilt is unfolded, the specified length of time must be reached before the quilt can be opened. Duration is four hours. If you have not left the quilt for more than four hours, you will be sealed in the quilt forever until you die. During this period, the person hiding in the quilt cannot perform any operations.
The third is timidity. Once you accept the shelter of the quilt, you will inevitably be timid.
Elder Hongying tilted his head.
Staring at Mr. Qian’s perfectly sculptured profile, he said:
"You mean you can't get out even if you die, but you can at least die gracefully if you are sealed in the quilt? We have been hiding in the quilt for two and a half hours."
Elder Gao Feng sighed:
"If you want to die gracefully, it's better to choose to become a doll. Look at those dolls, how elegant they are."
Fu Qingyang said calmly:
"No, dying in a quilt is more elegant. The three guardians of the Night Rose are waiting for us to make a choice. If we choose to become dolls, we will be the deer heads hanging on the wall, the ivory on the shelf, and the adult It’s very disgraceful to take away collectibles.”
The saints were anxious, worried and scared. They thought it was already late, but the elders still had time to chat.
Their lives have reached the tenth hour.
When it comes to facing life and death, the mental qualities of saints and masters are very different.
When the ghost town revived, the saints did not panic at all. They were confident that the marshal would come to save people, and their mentality was as steady as an old dog.
When passing through the haunted house along the street, the saints did not panic at all, confident that the marshal would come to rescue them sooner or later.
But after they hid under the quilt for two and a half hours, they felt panicked.
There was no time left, they only had half an hour to live, and at this time, the marshal seemed to be still on his way on horseback.
"I, I, I...shouldn't have promised Yuanshi Tianzun." The little fat man said tremblingly: "Headmaster Chunyang has nothing to do with me. I deliver food well and my performance is number one, so I shouldn't get involved. and come in."
Zhu Ji raised her head and looked at the little fat man through many heads, "The person who asked you to get involved was not Yuanshi Tianzun, but the elders of your southern sect, and they seem to have escaped in advance."
How could an experienced master-level illusionist die at the same time? He probably sensed the existence of the ghost town in advance and ran away in advance.
Although he failed to kill Master Chunyang, he was able to deceive the three official masters, so there was nothing wrong with him.
As for a good minister who chooses his master and kills him, a little saint will abandon him as soon as he abandons him.
The little fat man was silent.
Others had no intention of participating in the discussion.
Deacon Huayu's face was pale, as if he were on the verge of doom, Xia Shuzhilian's face was full of bitterness, and several male deacons were equally pessimistic and depressed, like prisoners on death row heading to the execution ground.
At this time, a dark red light rushed in from outside the store, which was a pair of brand new and exquisite dancing shoes.
The pair of dancing shoes clattered into the shop and went straight to Fu Qingyang. Without saying a word, he kicked Fu Qingyang hard through the quilt.
Bang bang bang!
The dull sound of kicking echoed in the store, and every kick was vigorous, as if he and Fu Qingyang had an sworn hatred.
However, its attack is not even close to scratching an itch.
"This is..." The pale and frightened Deacon Huayu's almond-shaped eyes suddenly shone brightly.
Yin Ji breathed quickly, "Yuanshi Tianzun's red dancing shoes!"
Everyone's eyes lit up, including the three masters.
These are the red dancing shoes of Yuanshi Tianzun. He once used these red dancing shoes during the arena competition.
"Yuanshi Tianzun is here!" Xia Shuzhilian said excitedly with his eyebrows stretched.
At a time of despair, the young man who was as dazzling as the sun shone into their hearts.
"That's enough, that's enough. These Inferi and Spirit Servants are enough for me to use the Master. Thank you, cousin."
The young man, who was as dazzling as the sun, was busy bowing his head and bowing, even his cousin called out to him.
On the dark long street, in front of a shop called "Ghost Guerrilla", Zhang Yuanqing got the ninth corpse.
After the marshal helped seal it, he took out Little Red Riding Hood and put away the boy's corpse.
In more than ten minutes of exploration, they collected a total of nine inferi and six wraiths. Most of them were at level four and five. There were only two level six inferi and one wraith.
And they will be sealed for a long time until Zhang Yuanqing raises the experience value to the peak of level six.
With his current Taiyin power reserves, it would be difficult to continue to warm and control Yin objects of the same level, unless he majored in Taiyin.
Anyway, the combat power of level six is enough
After using it, he bit off more than he could chew. Besides, what Zhang Yuanqing needs most now is actually some low-level vaginal objects that can serve as cannon fodder.
High-end combat power must be available, but low-end cannon fodder is also indispensable.
Seeing Guan Ya's boyfriend put away his vagina, Fu Qingxuan said slowly:
"It's time to pick up the trash, and take care of those three rats."
As she spoke, she reached out and held Zhang Yuanqing's shoulders.
Hey, why don't you turn on the navigation this time? Zhang Yuanqing complained in his heart. The next second, he felt the pain of scraping his hairline with a steel knife again.
Fortunately, this pain only lasted for two or three seconds, and his feet touched the ground again. He appeared outside a puppet shop. The door of the shop was open, and the bright showroom was filled with lifelike, oh no. , not lifelike but lifelike dolls.
Following their gloomy and empty gazes, Zhang Yuanqing looked at the tattered cotton spread on the floor tiles.
Nine people were lying side by side, covered with dark blue tattered quilts, with only one head exposed. They looked very much like the servants who slept side by side on the big Kang in the Northeast's wealthy families in the early years.
Broken quilt? The timid quilt mentioned in "The Sea of Cliff Mountain" by Natsuki no Lian, is referring to this rule-based prop of Elder Gao Feng?
Phew, their current posture has no identity at all.
Zhang Yuanqing breathed a sigh of relief, but at the same time he felt that this scene was indescribably funny.
When Zhang Yuanqing saw them, he cocked his head and stared at Fu Qingyang and others at the door of the store. He also saw Yuanshi Tianzun and the Marshal.
Without a trace of hesitation, Zhang Yuanqing quickly took out his mobile phone and turned on the camera, relying on his hand speed that he had developed over many years of being single.
"Crack!"
The flash flashed away, and the stiff expressions of the nine people were frozen on the screen.
Zhang Yuanqing put away his phone and pretended that nothing happened, and said in a serious tone: "Everyone, the Marshal is here to save you."
The three masters and six saints showed their joy and excitement at surviving the catastrophe, and then they all glanced at Yuanshi Tianzun's trouser pocket where his mobile phone was hidden.
At this time, Fu Qingxuan had already finished scanning the puppet hall, and she had an insight into the crisis inside. He stepped over the threshold and pointed like a sword, sweeping his arms.
More than a dozen exquisite dolls were broken at the waist, and their remains fell to the ground "ping ping ping pong".
"You're safe." She said calmly.
The Queen was cold and majestic, as if she had just done an insignificant thing.
Elder Gao Feng immediately stood up, opened the thick shabby quilt, and put this rule-based prop into the inventory.
"I've met the Marshal! Thank you Marshal for saving your life." The three elders bowed and saluted.
During this process, Hong Wuxie tirelessly kicked Fu Qingyang angrily and vowed not to stop until he killed him.
The saints bowed in fear and fear, not daring to breathe. Facing the supreme leader, humility and humility are the attitudes that must be displayed.
Unlike Yuanshi Tianzun, even when standing next to the marshal, he did not feel restrained or nervous at all. He was indeed a legend who was born unruly and rebellious.
"You don't need to thank me. It was Yuanshi Tianzun who locked your position so that I could come in." The female marshal raised her hand.
Everyone was surprised. They didn't expect Yuanshi Tianzun to play such a crucial role, and they looked at him with more and more grateful eyes.
Elders Hongying and Gao Feng nodded to Zhang Yuanqing in thanks.
Zhang Yuanqing gave Yin Ji and Xia Shuzhilian a gentlemanly smile.
After Fu Qingxuan finished speaking, she turned around and was about to walk out of the store, when her eyes suddenly fixed on Fu Qingyang's cloak.
"Show it to me."
As the strongest scout in the world, she could tell at a glance that this was a rare treasure of her profession.
Just as Fu Qingyang was about to refuse, his cloak was ripped away by a huge force behind him and flew into the hands of the marshal.
Fu Qingxuan grabbed the cloak and looked at it intently for a few seconds, her light green eyes shining with dazzling light.
It was the first time Zhang Yuanqing saw her looking excited. Looking at Fu Qingyang, as excited as his sister was, his brother was anxious.
"Where did you get this prop? It was wasted on you, give it to me." Fu Qingxuan said.
"Shameless."
The veins on Fu Qingyang's forehead are bulging, just like the longevity king Li Hao who was robbed of his wife by his father.
Yes, yes, the cloak is the boss's favorite thing. Marshal, how is your behavior different from Li Longji, who robbed his daughter-in-law? Zhang Yuanqing wanted to say a few words for his boss, but because of his humble position, he could only watch the show.
Elder Gao Feng and Elder Hongying watch their noses and their noses, and the elder sister wants to snatch the toys from the younger brother. This is a family matter in the Fu family.
"Don't be so stingy. I saved your life and gave me a prop in return. It's reasonable and reasonable... Okay, okay, just let me play with you for a few days." Fu Qingxuan saw that her brother was not willing to fight with his roommate. , took a step back reluctantly.
She put the cloak over her shoulders, "With the 40% increase, I can try my own swordsmanship."
As she spoke, she grabbed a bronze sword from the inventory, let it hang in the air, and flicked the sword's spine with her green jade fingers.
The golden cloud pattern on the cloak gave off a faint glow.
"Ding!"
The bronze sword let out the Qingyue Dragon Roar and split into two identical swords.
Fu Qingxuan's cold face showed a hint of joy. She had been studying this sword technique for a long time, but she had never succeeded. The ideal state was to split the two swords.
Each one has its own power. But when she was in the best condition, she only split a sword energy.
This cloak directly improved her swordsmanship to a new level.
If she had been wearing a cloak last night, she would have killed the King of Fear with her own hands.
Three bronze swords flew through each other and roared out.
A few seconds later, everyone in the hall heard several hoarse screams coming from the darkness.
Then three flying swords carried three corpses back and hovered outside the puppet hall.
Fu Qingxuan waved her hand, and two of the bronze swords disappeared, and the bodies on them fell to the ground.
She then withdrew the last handful of bronze.
These three corpses were all covered in cloaks, and they were clearly the three guardians of the Night Rose.
Dominator-level experts are like cutting leeks and disappearing.
"Dark Night Rose has the womb of the mother goddess of the Chu family. These three people will be resurrected in the northwest. Remember their appearance and issue a wanted order later."
Fu Qingxuan waved her hand and knocked down the hoods of the three masters. Under the hoods were an old man with gray hair, a middle-aged man with a gloomy face, and a middle-aged woman with mediocre appearance.
Zhang Yuanqing carefully reviewed the appearance of the three people, but could not find the corresponding person in his memory.
Suddenly, Elder Hongying exclaimed from behind: "Elder Shanhe Yongsun?!"
