"It looks like it has been deserted for at least several decades." Looking at the decaying wooden houses with roofs that had collapsed, Feng Xue sighed slightly. Although they seemed to be in poor condition, they surprisingly did not have the problem of decay. Smell.
But it is precisely because of this that it becomes even more weird.
just like--
The decay of this village seemed to have been forcibly interrupted by some force.
Passing through the alley made of wooden houses, the crying in his ears gradually became clearer. After a moment, Feng Xue's eyes suddenly opened up, and what appeared in front of him was a black coffin.
There was a pair of white candles placed in front of the coffin, with pieces of broken white paper scattered around. In the center of the white candles, a half-dead brazier was burning slowly. The air flow brought by the heat rolled up the surrounding pieces of paper into the sky, and then slowly returned to the sky. of falling down.
Everything seems to tell that not long ago, the souls of the dead were still worshiped here, but at this moment, except for the still flying ghost paper and the jumping flames, there is no life at all, only bursts of crying. There was a cry near the coffin that made people anxious.
"Good guy, isn't this a coincidence?"
When Feng Xue saw this, she was not surprised but overjoyed. She immediately walked to the coffin, blew out the two white candles, and then picked up a few rotten wooden boards from the house on the roadside. Throw it into the brazier.
A large amount of black smoke suddenly rose from the damp wooden board, but the fire in the brazier was also extinguished.
"The brazier, the white candle, the paper and some unburned ones, well, I still need an incense burner."
Feng Xue stretched out her hand to sort out the infernal papers that were still in good condition around her, piled them together with the white candles and candlesticks, and then started looking for the incense burner.
It seems that Feng Xue has never seen such a stunned player before. The crying sound was stuck for a few seconds. Then, a pale white shadow began to flash back and forth in Feng Xue's peripheral vision, looking like he wanted to attract attention, but didn't want to directly Appearance.
Feng Xue was completely unaccustomed to this kind of behavior, and just showed off the blindness he had during the Bolite period. No matter how you wander around, I can't see you.
"Incense burner, incense burner... there should be an ancestral hall, right? Villages like this usually live around trees. There should be a big tree near the ancestral hall... Well, there is one!"
Feng Xue was talking to himself and looking around, not caring that the ghost behind him was getting closer and closer. Finally, when he suddenly bent over, the ghost suddenly came up to him, a pair of hands with sharp nails. Suddenly he looked forward——
"Ouch!"
The shrill screams pierced the sky in an instant, and Feng Xue suddenly understood what the real ghost cry and wolf howl were.
Looking down at the brazier he was holding, and then at the pair of ghost hands that were directly inserted into it, Feng Xue showed a look of pity on his face. The pale ghost looked at Feng Xue with his teeth bared, seeing his expression. , regardless of why an ordinary brazier could burn him, he immediately turned into a plume of black smoke and disappeared in front of Feng Xue.
"It's black smoke again. Is it a standard skill for ghosts in this game, or is it just a ghost?" Feng Xue shook his head, canceled the temporary illusion of the brazier, poured out the ashes inside, and filled it with white candles and ghost paper. , walking towards the direction of the ancestral hall.
…
"Brother, is this guy really not afraid of death?" The two players who were observing Feng Xue from a distance with telescopes looked at each other in confusion. They had never seen such a tough player before, but seeing the ghost figure being killed by the brazier His posture was scalding, but he couldn't help but feel excited.
"Are the ghosts on this set afraid of fire?" Putting down the telescope, the player immediately broke off a few branches from the dead trees on the roadside and lit them with a lighter as torches. He suddenly felt relieved, but at this moment, he suddenly felt like Something is wrong.
"Brother!" Looking at the horrified expression of the little brother, the player immediately realized something, and his face suddenly turned pale. But before he could throw away the dead branch in his hand, there were already whispers in his ears——
"It hurts, it hurts...my hand hurts..."
The player stiffly turned his head to look at the dead branch in his hand, only to find that the original branch had turned into an arm with only white bones at some point. The blue will-o'-the-wisp was burning at the fracture of the hand bone, but it failed to bring any harm. of heat.
"grass!"
…
Regardless of how other players are doing now, Feng Xue has already plundered a copper incense burner and several boxes of damp incense sticks from the ancestral hall.
"Although it's still a bit shabby, it's an extraordinary time. At least I didn't burn the newspaper, right?" Feng Xue mixed the damp and broken incense sticks with water, kneaded them evenly, and then re-rolled them into thin strips. These incense sticks had been stored for decades. In fact, you can still pick out a few that can be used, but after selecting a few, Feng Xue discovered the problem——
Although these incense seem to be usable, they vary in length and appearance. When it comes to burning incense, it is better not to burn it than to have them all uneven, otherwise there will be problems.
After understanding the sinister intention, Feng Xue immediately gave up the idea of using it directly. Although he was sure to break through the game, since he was here to learn from others, he naturally had to play it according to other people's rules.
Fortunately, he is a martial arts master, otherwise it would be impossible to do it in such large quantities without some professional equipment.
Slightly thick incense sticks were lined up in the brazier. Feng Xue lit a bonfire with wood pulled from the dilapidated house, put the brazier on the fire, and planned to dry the incense sticks.
Well, maybe it's the smoke?
Also let these old antiques have a taste of "incense".
Feng Xue murmured slightly, adding firewood to the fire while continuing to roll the incense sticks. After two hours, he had rolled out a huge handful.
"Although I don't know how many people are in this cemetery, but considering the size of this village, it should be enough for them all to become ghosts."
Feng Xue rolled the incense sticks with paper to prevent them from getting damaged. Then she held a brazier and walked towards the mountain along the way down the mountain.
"Woooooo~~~"
"Woooooo~~~"
Sad cries sounded in the ears again, but this time it was more sincere than before, as if the ghost had suffered some great injustice, but at this time Feng Xue, who had returned to the scene with Bolite, was completely With a posture that could not be heard, he held the brazier, opened his legs, and rushed towards the mountain in a hurry.
"You took away my brazier, at least burn some incense sticks for me!"
Finally, just when Feng Xue was about to leave the village, a voice full of grievances finally sounded in his ears. Feng Xue raised the corners of his mouth when he heard the words, turned his head and returned to the coffin, saying helplessly:
"If you want it, just say it! How would I know you want it if you didn't tell me? It's just three sticks of incense. As for scaring people? Let's set a rule. I will burn incense for you, and you won't be able to trouble me anymore. ah!"
As Feng Xue spoke, she rubbed a mound of soil in front of the coffin, as if negotiating terms.
When the ghost heard this, he was also amused, but he still showed his ghostly shadow and said:
"It's a deal."
Unexpectedly, when Feng Xue heard this, she stretched out her right hand, raised her little thumb, and said seriously: "It's empty talk, let's pull the hook!"
(End of chapter)
