Gamers Are Fierce

　　 In the early morning, Wei Linglan, who had regained control of her body, did not call for help at the first time. Instead, she found her socks quietly, put them on her ankles with iron handprints, and then lay back peacefully on the bed to sleep.

　　 She calmly waited for Tian Yourong and Song Zhen to wake up, listening to them discover the body outside the bedroom door through the rich **** smell.

　　 Tian Yourong and Song Zhen were terrified, and Wei Linglan also woke up pretending to be awakened, and after seeing the corpse, she assumed the horror that ordinary people should have.

　　 Compared to the "thing" that let her go last night, Wei Linglan is more wary of the secrets hidden in the village and another player who is not sure whether it exists.

　　 Disguise, concealment, lurking, and temptation are always the best means of life-saving for players-especially in the real world.

　　 Wei Ling Lan ran out of the house with Tian Yourong and his wife in a haste, calling for help.

　　 Village Chief Lu Gui rushed to hear the news and learned that Lu He's face sank after his death. He leaned on a wooden cane and rushed into the house with a few young men.

　　 Most of the villagers and passengers in Dusheng Village were surrounded by Lu He's house on the inner and outer three floors, holding umbrellas, looking at the house with curiosity and fear.

　　 Lu He is about the same age as the village head, his wife has long passed away, and his children are all out of town.

　　 At present, the rain of the heavy rain is getting weaker, but communication with the outside world has not recovered, and Lu He's relatives cannot be contacted.

The head of the village Lu Gui asked several young men to take an iron stretcher, put Lu He's body on the stretcher, covered with a layer of white cloth, and sent it to the village's idle hall, where it was temporarily placed with Shi Derong's body. Together.

　　 Two people died in a row, and Lu He's death was so miserable and terrifying, it is absolutely impossible to prevaricate the past with "suicide" or "accident"...

　　 Village Chief Lu Gui wanted to leave, but he was surrounded by a fierce crowd. The inquiries made him have to put his hands together and let everyone talk one by one.

　　 The driver Tian Yourong squeezed in front of Lu Gui, leaning on his height and physique.

　　 He and his wife were away from the place where Lu He died, separated by a thin wooden door. When he woke up this morning, he was the first to find the body.

　　 Lu He's death is extremely miserable, half of his head is shattered by life, even with the help of tools, ordinary people can't do it without making any sound.

　　 For the innocent passengers involved in the incident, it does not matter what “thing” killed Lu He. The most urgent thing is to leave Dusheng Village as soon as possible.

　　Tian Yourong, with a gloomy face, didn’t waste any time asking the village chief what was going on. He bluntly said to Lu Gui: “The village chief, today’s rain is a little bit smaller.

　　 I want to borrow some tools from your village, dig out the blocked road, and rent a car to the county town for help. "

　　 Tian Yourong was requesting, but his tone was very strong. The passengers standing behind her also expressed their attitude in silence.

　　 Village Chief Lu Gui's expression darkened, and he scanned the crowd.

　　 It is not only the passengers who have the idea of ​​"Leaving Dusheng Village". Many villagers bowed their heads under the threat of his sight.

　　 If the road is dug, these villagers will probably follow the passengers immediately and escape from Dusheng Village together...

　　 After all, except for a few people, they all have a share.

　　 Lu Gui's eyes flashed indifferently and cruelly.

　　 To die, you have to die together.

　　 He smiled, nodded kindly, and said to Tian Yourong, "Of course, you can go back and wait a while. I'll mobilize the crowd, bring the tools, and go digging the road with you later.

　　 After all, there has been a murder here, so I still have to report it early. "

　　 Tian Yurong nodded, and smiled: "Then we will wait at the entrance of the village first."

　　 The driver played a trick. Instead of asking the passengers to go back to each house to take shelter from the rain and wait for the news, they stayed together at the entrance of the village to prevent the villagers of Dusheng Village including Lugui from plotting wrongdoing.

　　 Everyone stays at the entrance of the village together, can exchange information, listen to the opinions of the people, and run faster even if they run off the road.

"Ok."

　　 Village Chief Lu Gui nodded and watched Tian Yourong lead a group of frightened passengers to the entrance of the village.

　　 "Dad." Lu Maocai quietly leaned over, and pointed at Zhitian Yourong and the others concealedly. His eyes flickered, "Should we..."

　　 "Don't act rashly."

　　 Lu Gui shook his head, and said calmly: "You go door to door and knock on the door, just take the tools and give them."

　　 "Then they just ran away?" Lu Maocai gritted his teeth, "The ghost is getting more and more arrogant, can't he use his own people?"

　　 "Can't run."

　　 Lu Gui smiled coldly, looked at the back of the passengers, and said quietly: "They can't run..."

　　 While he was staring at the outside passengers, Li Ang was also watching him through the reflection of the phone screen.

　　 Yesterday, Lu Gui's legs and feet were still very flexible, but today he picked up crutches inexplicably.

　　Although the spiritual sense function of the cat’s eye cannot be used, Li Ang has a vague intuition that the seemingly new wooden staff in Lu Gui’s hand is full of decay and decay...

　　 Li Ang did not go out last night, but wanted to continue to search for the tomb of rural teacher Meng Qixi on the other side of the ravine during the day.

　　 If he has time, he would like to inspect the bodies of Shi Derong and Lu He in the Great Hall.

　　 But now that these passengers are eager to dig through the mountains and leave, it is not necessarily a bad thing.

　　 What a big deal, he ran back to Dusheng Village to hide again. Without these witnesses, he could also let go of his hands and feet and take some more radical measures.

　　 Li Ang followed a group of passengers to the village head,

　　 On the other side of the village, Lu Gui asked his younger son to take someone to collect tools such as shovel, bamboo basket, etc., alone, with a cane, he returned to the three-story villa and went up to the top attic.

　　The attic is in the shape of a low pyramid, with glass windows on each side, white paint on the wooden floor, painted many ghost symbols, UU看书www.uukanshu.com and nested patterns and symbols.

　　 If Li Ang were here, he would definitely be able to distinguish these text patterns, which were very similar to the talisman he had seen in Longheng Shopping Mall.

　　In the center of these patterns, there is an artificial altar that takes up most of the attic area.

　　 This circular altar is entirely made up of dead branches, bones, water plants, rice, rotten flesh and other debris. It is complex and chaotic.

　　 is disgusting at the same time, but there is also a kind of ancient and remote, or even strange and magnificent.

　　 Lu Gui stepped on the bones of dead branches and entered the center of the altar, tapping the ground lightly with his long stick.

　　 The air in front of him set off a layer of ripples, the light blue light condenses into dots, dots are connected into a line, weaving a projection of the topography of Dusheng Village.

　　 Standing in the middle of the altar, Lu Gui looked at this projection, moved his palm forward, and said quietly, "Wind and rainy."

　　 The simple four words almost took away all the strength of Lu Gui.

　　 He was pale, and he had to hold a wooden stick to prevent him from falling to the ground.

　　 suddenly,

　　 The strong wind that had already stopped was surging again, and the torrential rain that was more intense than before poured down, leaving only a dense rain curtain that cannot be opened and seen between the sky and the earth.

　　 At the head of the village, passengers and villagers who have already obtained the tools cannot dig a mountain road in such a rainstorm. Everyone can only go back to their homes and be trapped in this layer of rain.

　　 In the attic, Lu Gui reluctantly stood up, looked at the dimly colored projection, and said to himself: "According to the saying in ancient books,

　　 digging a canal to flood the farmland, allowing Dusheng Village to restore its ancient geomantic topography, and indeed enhanced the mana of the altar.

　　 However, sacrifices are still needed, and more sacrifices are needed to repel it..."