Thin footsteps could be heard outside the ancestral hall, and Lin Jiang saw a group of townspeople holding torches.
Grab, grab, grab. Their expressions were numb and their bodies were stiff, walking here like puppets on strings.
Even she was startled by this scene. When she turned around quickly, she saw Su Mingan walking towards the coffin.
"——What on earth do you want to do! Do you want to drag us to death again?" she shouted, the bloody marks on her body flashing continuously.
"Don't take yourself too seriously." Su Mingan said, then opened the coffin and lay directly in it.
"..." Lin Jiang watched blankly as this man found a coffin and went in.
...What are you doing? Digging your own grave?
"Let's go first!" She pulled Yamada Machichi who was standing aside. She knew that this situation was definitely not normal. They had been completely delayed by Su Ming'an all night without a knife, and they could not reduce their numbers again, otherwise they would have no chance of winning.
Yamada Machi glanced at the closed coffin and did not move. She let Lin Jiang pull her to crush a crystal and teleport away.
"Bang!"
The door was pushed open and the townspeople who were offering sacrifices came in.
As Su Ming'an lay in the coffin, he heard a faint sigh.
Xixi nine cakes in Chinese Xixi. "...You're here again."
The next moment, he heard Jasmine's extremely soft voice.
The whispers of the townspeople could be heard outside, very much like the sounds on the night Jasmine got married.
After the townspeople left, Su Mingan opened the coffin lid and saw Jasmine lying beside her in blood-clothed clothes.
"Molly." He looked at her.
He knew that Jasmine at night must be the girl who was permanently imprisoned in the ancestral hall, waiting alone for the god she could never wait for. She was so innocent. She listened to all the stories he told and believed everything he said. She was like a blank piece of paper... and she looked very much like the girl he saw in the copy.
And Jasmine during the day...he guessed it was the ghost.
The ghost is not completely trapped in the ancestral hall.
On the contrary... it can even control Jasmine's body and travel during the day.
The real Jasmine could only wake up at night and couldn't even see the dawn - she looked extremely satisfied. Even if she looked at the same night day after day, she would still look the same as before. It was hard for him to imagine her. How long have you been staying here?
Jiujiu nine cakes in Chinese. She may have stayed here for a long time, so long that she has almost forgotten her past. She only remembers that her name is Jasmine and she has some vague memories of life... But she remembers very clearly that she cannot leave this ancestral hall and has to wait all the time. , and kept waiting.
...Waiting for her god who would never come to marry her.
Su Mingan thought of her mission - to expose Jasmine's crimes.
Perhaps, his mission is to expose Jasmine, who was possessed by a ghost during the day.
"Brother Lighthouse." Jasmine looked at him, her eyes as clear as ever: "...can you continue telling me stories?"
Hearing this call, his heart moved slightly - he hadn't felt this feeling for a long time.
The other party is an NPC and cannot be saved. Logically speaking, he shouldn't have too many feelings about it.
However, at this moment, he felt a desire to save the other party.
He quickly suppressed these thoughts and looked at her favorability score, which was now 50 points.
After confirming that the other party really only had a vague memory of night, he knew that Jasmine at night was actually of no use.
She couldn't give him any useful information, which he already knew in his personal copy.
He wanted to leave, but the time had passed and the door still could not be opened.
He could only sit down first, look at this expectant Jasmine, and tell her the story she wanted to hear.
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The candle flickered.
The woman stroking the bottle looked at Lu Shu, with slight shock in her eyes.
"Poison Traveler No. 1?" She repeated his words, and then her expression changed slightly: "Traveler No. 4, although I don't want to interfere with your behavior, I want to confirm your thoughts again - your true thoughts. Do you really want to poison Traveler No. 1?"
Lu Shu clenched his fists.
His eyes were a little numb, and the brilliance in them was gradually fading, like the last ray of light from the setting sun.
"I……"
He whispered, clenching his fists tightly, and the pain that almost pierced his skin was very clear.
There was a slight sound outside the door.
He raised his head suddenly and looked at the door with a little hope and a little despair.
At this moment, what he was thinking was-if only Su Ming'an came to kill him.
The door was pushed open gently, and a small black shadow rushed in.
"Meow~"
A cat meows.
Lu Shu raised his eyelids and saw a black cat with a fiery red tail. Other than that, there was no one else outside the door.
The black cat looked at him warily, with a roll of paper wrapped in a rubber band between its legs.
"An alternative way of transmitting messages." Sharina glanced at this side: "Traveler No. 1 has so many abilities that transcend the rules."
Lu Shu took off the note. There were only a few simple words on the note, and the instructions were very clear.
He stared at the note for a while, as if trying to see a hole in it.
The black cat was still waiting there. It seemed to be waiting for his move. Its claws were sharpened, as if it would scratch Lu Shu if he behaved inconsistently with his instructions.
Although, there are many things Lu Shu can do to deal with this little guy.
He stared at the note and sat on the bed, motionless, like a frozen man who had not recovered from his illness.
"Traveler No. 4... has the function of a witch, my dear traveler." Selina held her chin and looked at him with her beautiful eyes: "Make your choice... although I don't know what your attitude is. There will be such big changes, but no matter what, don’t go against your true intentions.”
In the bottle at her hand, the bright green liquid swayed beautifully under the candlelight.
Lu Shu once again closed the live broadcast room where he was shouting frantically, "What are you doing!" "Don't abandon Ming An'an!" "Bring him back quickly, I'm dying——!" and took out the one recording the clues to the prophet. I read the note again as if reading a holy book.
His steady gaze trembled slightly.
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As the first ray of dawn entered outside the window, Su Mingan stopped talking. grab, grab, grab
The girl in the red wedding dress closed her eyes slightly, as if she was asleep.
He stood up quickly, sword already in hand.
The warm morning light slanted in through the high window, falling on the girl's golden jewelry and dazzling her eyes.
And the next moment he squinted slightly, he met a pair of eyes that were as sharp as an eagle.
That look was no longer confused and innocent, no longer as harmless as a rabbit.
"...I was discovered by you." Her eyes were firmly focused on Su Ming'an.
"The ghost that invaded Jasmine's body." Su Mingan looked at her: "It's time for exile soon, come with me to accept the trial."
"That's ridiculous." "Jasmine" laughed in a low voice, and her eyes looked over with contempt: "I gave you a chance to change Jasmine's past - but you just understood this?"
Su Mingan said nothing.
In fact, it doesn't matter whether Jasmine is guilty or not, and whether Ghost himself is guilty or not.
Judging from the changes in Jasmine's favorability during the day, she might be pretending, or she might have really had a crush on him.
But this will not change just because everyone is innocent. M戅
"No matter how you want to defend yourself, you were the one who harmed Jasmine when you wanted her to die." Su Mingan said, "Now, you want to entrust someone else to save Jasmine in the past - you are deceiving yourself. , rather than being kind-hearted, figure this out.”
He suddenly felt a cold wind blowing over him.
"Jasmine"'s blood-red red gauze flashed in front of her, and her snow-white lotus-root arms with jingling golden rings flashed past her eyes.
He suddenly grabbed the hand of "Jasmine" who suddenly attacked, and saw a shining silver blade suddenly flashed on her bracelet.
Su Ming'an felt a sudden pain in his hand, and a blood-red rune seemed to flash on "Jasmine's" wrist. The next moment, he saw white fluff growing on the back of her hand.
The girl's slender body burst out with huge power in an instant. She swung open Su Ming'an's hand that was holding her. The silver light on the blade flashed, and the sharp blade approached him in an instant!
Su Ming'an's strength in the "bright" state exploded in an instant, and the sword blade split the oncoming dagger in an instant. His free left hand immediately stepped forward to wrap around the girl's neck, suspending her whole body in the air.
"Uh, uh..." "Molly"'s face turned red, and she seemed to be in pain.
As she struggled, the golden jewelry shone with a dazzling light in the morning light, causing Su Mingan to close her eyes slightly.
...seems a little too easy.
It was like facing an opponent who knew no martial arts at all and had no strength at all. He thought his swordsmanship was terrible, but the opponent's fighting skills were even weaker than his, much weaker... not like a behind-the-scenes person at all. The look of a black hand.
...if I kill her here.厺厽 Zhuyo Literature 厺厽
Su Ming'an looked at "Jasmine" who was struggling with her hands in front of her, struggling like an ordinary girl, and looked at the down on the back of her hands.
Remembering that her mission was to expose her sins in front of everyone, not just kill her.
He still let go.
"Hoo, ho, cough cough cough..." "Jasmine" fell to the ground, coughing non-stop. After surviving the disaster, she looked at Su Ming'an with more fear in her eyes.
But at the same time, he also saw the deep hatred hidden in her eyes.
"I see." Su Ming'an understood: "Although Serena's potion did not completely trap you in the ancestral hall and allowed you to use Jasmine's body to travel during the day - you still have not fully recovered your strength."
Su Mingan suddenly understood what Serena said and what the oracle said.
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The townspeople were so bewitched that they didn't realize there was anything wrong with the reappearance of Jasmine, who was supposed to be dead. Even Mayor Mitchell doted on Jasmine like a daughter.
However, outsiders can detect and discover these abnormalities.
As long as he can find a way to get rid of this ghost, the mission will be completed perfectly.
At the same time, he also heard a prompt from the system, which seemed to confirm his guess:
...just the last step.
Drag this weak ghost out, let her be revealed in front of everyone, and it's all done.
Su Mingan approached her and suddenly saw a strange smile on "Jasmine"'s face.
When that smile appeared on her flushed face, Su Mingan felt an emotion from her that was very similar to her former self.
"You don't understand the humble yet firm beliefs of these "pilgrims" from the outside world," she said with a smile.
"I probably can't understand it anymore," Su Mingan said.
"Humph." After hearing his words, "Jasmine" sneered slightly and opened her hand: "Traveler from the outside world, your knowledge is too short-sighted, and your evaluation of faith is too superficial..."
She put her fingers to her lips, and a low voice came out from her bright red lips:
"For the next words, you must remember that the existence of their faith is always in front of you, me."
"Bang!"
Su Mingan suddenly heard a violent kick from the door, like thunder.
At the same time, the sound of footsteps like a tide suddenly sounded at the door.
The wooden door was kicked open suddenly, and the golden morning light poured in. He turned his head and saw the townspeople holding gleaming weapons, staring at him with anger on their faces.
"Travellers from the outside world want to seduce me, sinful travelers." "Jasmine" pointed at him, her voice cold to the bone: "My dear believers - kill him to protect the gods who protect you. ...the town’s eternal peace.”
The townspeople poured in instantly, and Su Mingan immediately stepped forward and pulled Jasmine up.
He still remembered Serena's words, Jasmine could not die, her body was a tool to imprison ghosts.
Obviously... after Bori became the mayor of Mitchell, this group of people still had not found their original god.
The ghost successfully bewitched them and became their belief.
He suddenly pulled "Jasmine" back into the ancestral hall, but found that there was no way out. The townspeople who poured in blocked the door tightly, and came forward with sickles and sticks, with a kind of disregard for Jasmine. The situation came to him.
He quickly jumped onto the desk next to him, and the ground he stepped on was scratched by the weapons of the crazy townspeople. He noticed that the candlestick on the side was still burning. He picked up the still burning candlestick and threw it towards the townspeople who were about to pour in below! grab, grab, grab
"Dang——!" The long sword touched the scythes of the townspeople. He found that the strength of these people was amazing. He could clearly see that their hands were also covered with fine white hair, as if they had just grown. It came out average.
"boom--!"
The flames ignited instantly, but the townspeople who were ignited by the flames seemed not to notice that they were on fire, and still moved toward the desk with a fearless attitude.
This group of people seemed unable to feel the wounds and pain on their bodies. They had an extremely crazy attitude and just wanted to kill themselves.
He took a breath, and after slashing down the two townspeople who were about to pounce with his sword, the back of the sickle blade was stabbed across his waist and abdomen. A stinging sensation arose instantly, and he could even feel the liquid flowing from his abdomen. The feeling of sliding down.
In front of him was the clear light of morning light, and the blades of the townspeople's weapons shone with a dazzling golden color.
He turned around, pierced the neck of the man next to him with his long sword, flicked his wrist, and chopped off the man's head. The next moment, he heard the rapid sound of wind, and it seemed that there were countless attacks coming from the left side.
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In the field of vision, the townspeople whose whole bodies were on fire seemed to be unable to put out the fire on their own. The flames burning their whole bodies surged to the side, and gradually the fire was spread to other people. The bright flames were connected together, but no one was there. Screaming in pain, the scene looked extremely weird.
The small ancestral hall was like a small zombie siege, but the ones responsible for the attack were not zombies with hideous faces and terrifying bodies, but the once amiable townspeople who were selling their own fruits.嘘戅goA戅
The contrast is huge.
Su Ming'an glanced at "Jasmine" who was slumped aside.
She was smiling to herself.
