If the player is very lucky, he may even see a looming dragon shadow in the sky, rolling among the clouds.
The dragon shadow is not just as simple as auspiciousness, it will randomly kill a certain number of ghosts, and at the same time make the entire ghost town appear in a clear state without any ghosts for several hours.
Although the most common rainy day will make people feel irritated, it is nothing important.
For NPCs, temporary irritability may reduce their sanity, but for players, it will not be affected too much.
Therefore, it can be said that worshiping the Dragon King and praying for rain is of great benefit to players without any harm.
And just as Li Yan and the two were heading towards the Dragon King Temple, some NPCs had already begun to die at the hands of evil spirits.
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On the deserted street, a young man in rich clothes suddenly ran up, running away with a look of terror on his face.
"No, no, no! Where are my ministers and my army? Protect me! Protect me!" the young man shouted in vain.
Obviously, his ministers and troops will not be here.
Even if he appears here, he will not come back to rescue him. It is more likely that he will wield a butcher's knife against this young man.
Behind the young man, there was a woman wearing a bright red wedding dress. Her hair was disheveled, covering her face, leaving only the corner of her mouth with a sneer.
The wedding girl, holding a pair of big scissors in her hand, followed the young man unhurriedly, letting out a sinister chuckle.
Seeing that the boy was about to run away, the woman suddenly stopped and slowly turned into a puff of bloody smoke.
The smoke slowly dispersed and disappeared.
The boy in front of him was running when he suddenly hit a raised stone under his feet and fell to the ground suddenly.
The young man shed tears in fear and quickly looked back.
When he saw that there was no "person" behind him, the young man was stunned for a moment, and then became ecstatic.
"I'm not dead! I'm not dead! I'm not..."
Before he finished speaking, the tip of a pair of rusty scissors emerged from his chest.
The joy on the young man's face has not completely disappeared, but there is already more air coming out and less air coming in.
The woman in wedding dress who just turned into blood-colored smoke and disappeared now appeared strangely behind the young man, with a bloody hand caressing the young man's face back and forth, as if caressing her lover.
It's just that the "lover" is already a corpse.
. . . . . . .
In a Buddhist temple, a middle-aged man wearing golden armor was holding a long knife in his hand and slashing hard at the Buddha statue sitting in the center of the hall.
The sound of "Ding Ding Dang" sounded uninterruptedly, and it was the sound of chopping on the Buddha statue.
Although the long knife kept slashing and slashing, the Buddha statue did not damage the semicolon.
The Buddha statue in front of the man has a compassionate smile.
But this smile could not make the middle-aged man stop holding the long knife. Instead, it seemed to anger him even more, causing him to chop down harder.
"Ah!" The middle-aged man raised the long knife above his head, and then slashed it down.
"Crack!" This time, something was finally chopped into pieces.
But when the middle-aged man took a look, he found that the thing he chopped into pieces was just an offering table in front of the Buddha statue.
As for the Buddha statue, the second before the sword fell, it turned into a golden light, flew away and disappeared.
"hahahahahahahaha!"
Seeing that the Buddha statue disappeared, the middle-aged man seemed very happy, raised his head, and laughed crazily.
It was as if he had defeated the Buddha statue, as if he was a victor who had won a war.
But the next moment, the wild laughter turned into a cry of terror.
"Ah! What the hell! Get away!"
The man suddenly felt a pain in his neck, and then he suddenly grabbed behind him.
There was a black thing that was caught in the man's hand.
The man took a closer look and found that it turned out to be a bloody human head with green faces and fangs!
In an instant, the man's eyes widened in horror and he turned his head tremblingly.
Behind him are dozens of floating human heads.
The same human head as the one in his hand.
These human-headed ghosts silently gathered behind the middle-aged man at some point.
Then, the next moment the man turned around, they swarmed up and bit the man.
"Ahhhhh!"
Accompanied by screams, the middle-aged man was torn into countless pieces of flesh and died miserably.
. . . . . .
Riverside.
A strong man in official uniform held a long sword with a cold light in his hand.
One after another, the sword energy spread out in four directions, forcing back the evil ghosts in front of the man.
It seems that this man is also a person with great martial arts skills.
Taking advantage of the opportunity when the evil spirits were forced to retreat, the man somersaulted, trying to escape from the circle surrounded by these ghosts.
But just as he jumped into the air, a human head came from nowhere and knocked him down hard.
With a "boom", the man returned to the ground again.
Only this time, he fell to the ground hard.
The force of the head was so fierce that it even broke several of the man's ribs.
"puff!"
The man covered the area where his chest was hit and spat out a large mouthful of blood.
As if stimulated by the blood donation, the ghosts around the man were so excited that they wanted to pounce on him.
A trace of determination flashed in the man's eyes, and then he swept away these ghosts again with a sharp sword.
Then he quickly turned around, jumped into the river behind him.
In the splashing waves, there is the figure of a man swimming hard in the direction outside Fengdu.
But how can people escape from this ghost town?
Not swimming far, pale, swollen hands suddenly emerged from the water, hugged the man's limbs and waist, and dragged him down the river.
No matter how hard the man struggled, he could not break away from these evil hands. He could only show despair and slowly disappear on the river.
. . . . . .
More and more people died at the hands of evil spirits, but at the same time, many people gradually understood the way to survive in this city.
In a dilapidated Taoist temple, three men wearing official uniforms were hiding.
The three of them chatted with forced smiles. They obviously knew each other, and the atmosphere seemed lively.
But the distance between them and the weapons they never put down showed that they did not trust each other, but were wary of each other and were careful.
Every small move, intentional or unintentional, can cause the other two people to become nervous and almost violent in an instant.
. . . . . . .
In houses, on the streets, deep in alleys.
This scenario keeps repeating itself.
But that's not all. . . .
A gloomy ghostly atmosphere erodes the sky, and from time to time there are shrill ghost sounds or human voices, adding to the horror of this ghost town.
