The worst case scenario has occurred.
Castle.
Four groups of familiar soul masters.
This is definitely the fixed script No. 44.
In Zhang Yan's previous life, script No. 44 was solved only three years before the strangeness came to the entire Tang Dynasty.
Some information in the script has only been revealed.
Zhang Yan doesn't know much about this fixed script.
So it wasn't until Zhao Tianyu and Huang Zeyu walked in one after another that he finally confirmed the fact that this was script No. 44.
"Brother Zhang Yan, how did you know this is script number 44?"
Huang Zeyu, a man in uniform, asked suspiciously.
Script No. 44 has never been completed, and it is impossible for anyone to know what is going on inside now.
"This is the special function of my contracted soul."
Zhang Yan couldn't explain it, so he blamed the reason on the soul-carrying object.
Huang Zeyu was overjoyed: "Is it possible that Brother Zhang Yan is a soul master of the prophecy department?"
"No, but it's close."
Zhang Yan's words were vague and ambiguous.
"If it is really the fixed script No. 44, we are probably going to die here."
Huang Zeyu's face turned pale.
Fixed script No. 44 is the nightmare of all the soul masters who participate in the trick door meeting.
Even if Zhang Yan is really a prophecy soul master, it may be difficult to get through.
"Don't worry, as long as the three of us work together, we should be able to get through it."
Zhang Yan said.
Huang Zeyu was noncommittal.
He was even a little desperate.
At this moment, Huang Zeyu said: "Brother Zhao Tianyu, why haven't you spoken yet?"
Only then did Zhang Yan realize that after the three of them had been communicating in their minds for so long, the muscular man Zhao Tianyu had indeed not made a sound.
He turned around and saw Zhao Tianyu suppressing his blush.
But he kept refraining from saying anything.
Zhang Yan couldn't help laughing.
This guy is quite cute. I just ordered him not to speak, but he didn't even speak to the dialogue in his head.
Children can be taught.
"Okay, you can talk now."
Zhang Yan ordered.
Zhao Tianyu took a deep breath and shouted loudly in his head: "Oh my god, you are suffocating me to death.
What do you mean by what you just said? Why didn’t I understand it? "
Huang Zeyu patted his forehead: "What Brother Zhang Yan and I mean is that we were unlucky and entered the most deadly script No. 44.
Alas, life is not good. "
"Fuck."
Zhao Tianyu suddenly asked: "Brother Huang Zeyu, didn't you say yesterday that if you want to get through the trick door talks, you need to look at your face first and secondly your fate?"
He turned to look at Zhang Yan: "Brother Zhang Yan has a good-looking face.
Brother, how is your life? "
Zhang Yan rolled his eyes: "I guess my life is not very good."
At least in his last life, he was not even a soul master. How could his life be better?
"It's over."
The fear in Zhao Tianyu's head is also different from others.
"The three of us have a bad face and three lives.
This time it's really all over. "
"Crow's Mouth."
Zhang Yan hit him on the head and said to Huang Zeyu: "Since this is script No. 44, there is no point in hiding it.
Come and join us. "
"But if I come here on my own initiative, will there be any problem?"
Huang Zeyu hesitated.
Zhang Yan shook his head: "It doesn't matter, all the familiar soul masters will gather together soon.
If everyone doesn’t cooperate in this trick talk, I’m afraid we all won’t be able to escape and will all die! "
As soon as he finished speaking, he saw a squeak on the second floor and one of the doors opened.
A woman wearing a low-cut black dress and bright red makeup came out.
The woman was about in her twenties, with a gorgeous appearance, and a pair of big eyes, both of which were vaguely printed with the pattern of a five-pointed star.
The woman walked to the terrace on the second floor and bowed gracefully.
Before she could speak, the eyes of all the soul masters on the first floor fell on her.
"Twelve distinguished guests, you have come from afar, please allow me to treat you as a landlord first."
The woman's lips seemed to be stained with blood.
Although the sound sounds nice, it will always make people's hair stand on end after being poured into everyone's ear canal.
"Is this woman weird or an NPC?"
Huang Zeyu asked.
"It doesn't matter what it is, what matters is what she does next."
Zhang Yan stared at the woman without blinking.
For script No. 44, he only knew some basic elements and conditions for clearance.
I don’t know anything about the specific customs clearance process.
The woman walked down the stairs until she came to the lobby on the first floor.
The pace is elegant and slow.
Everyone was looking at her, but no one spoke.
The woman snorted and smiled: "Dear guests, please don't be nervous.
Let's move to the restaurant first and have lunch. "
After saying that, he took the lead and walked to the right side of the living room.
"Let's go, follow her, don't get too close, don't get too far away."
Zhang Yan said.
Muscular man Zhao Tianyu and uniformed man Huang Zeyu immediately followed him and followed the woman in black.
The remaining nine soul masters did not follow immediately, so when Zhang Yan and the others walked into the restaurant, they did not follow them.
Zhang Yan glanced at the restaurant a few times.
I saw a long dining table in the center of the restaurant.
The woman in black skirt sat down at the head of the dining table and raised her hands to Zhang Yan and the others: "Please take a seat."
As she raised her hand, two rows of tables and chairs appeared on both sides of the dining table.
A 'variety' of meals is placed in the middle of the dining table.
The dishes were still steaming, bleeding, and smelly.
Zhao Tianyu's face darkened when he looked at these meals, and he almost couldn't help but vomit.
I saw that these were all delicacies from hell.
Squashed rats, cockroaches and insects were stewed in a pot, and the internal organs were stewed.
There are even eyeballs and fingers floating in the steaming pot of soup in the center.
"Sit three seats ahead of her left hand."
After Zhang Yan said this, he took the lead and sat down at the first position on his left hand.
The woman in the black dress looked at Zhang Yan with satisfaction and seemed to have a good impression of him: "Dear guest, it seems that you are very interested in the delicious food I prepared."
"fine."
Zhang Yan said calmly.
When Huang Zeyu heard the conversation between Zhang Yan and the woman in black skirt, his eyes were so nervous that they almost dropped.
The common sense in the trick-door talks is that you must not talk to any NPC inside without mastering most of the information.
What's more, he had no idea whether this woman in black dress was an NPC or something weird.
"Sit down quickly."
Zhang Yan gave a low drink when he saw the two of them still standing there blankly.
"Oh, oh oh oh."
Huang Zeyu and Zhao Tianyu were startled and sat down quickly.
"Why haven't they come in yet?"
The woman in the black skirt waited for a while and seemed unhappy: "Let me see, what kind of punishment should they have?"
She took out a dice.
The moment she took out the dice, a strange force restrained Zhang Yan and the others.
Huang Zeyu and Zhao Tianyu were shocked to find that they could not move at all.
"Don't resist."
Zhang Yan ordered.
The woman in black skirt threw the dice on the table.
Seeing the result on the dice, the woman seemed very satisfied and actually burst into laughter.
At this moment, a scream suddenly came from the living room.
Immediately afterwards, the remaining soul masters poured into the dining room from the living room in shock.
"What happened?"
Huang Zeyu looked over in surprise.
Only eight of the remaining nine soul masters were seen running in.
"Dead, dead."
One of the black soul masters looked extremely ugly and lost his mind.
The other black man next to him had a livid face.
"Eight people, where is the remaining one?"
Huang Zeyu murmured.
"Didn't you see that woman rolling the dice? She must be dead."
Zhang Yan picked up the red wine glass on the table and gently shook the red wine inside.
"Dice? Dead?"
Huang Zeyu looked at Zhang Yan: "Did you predict it a long time ago?
How did he die? "
“Not predicted, but seen.
The woman's dice said that the last one to enter the restaurant would die. "
Zhang Yan looked at the soul masters entering the restaurant and shook his head: "What a pity, one of them has to die!"
