Half Immortal Chapter 34

Half Immortal Chapter 34: Ankang ancient town (13) “appreciate death.”

The rainstorm continued, and the sky was completely covered with a dark curtain. Dark clouds even covered the bright stars, only the distant thunder brought weak brightness.

Candles were lit on the main hall of the mountain temple.

Yan Wei held his umbrella, whistled, took out a flashlight from his pocket, turned it on, and took it on Jiang Xiu’s face.

Jiang Xiu’s gloomy face was suddenly shaken by the strong light. He subconsciously raised his hand to block his face and scolded angrily: “even you waste dare to push your nose on your face?”

“Of course,” Yan Wei saw the man’s angry and regretful look, “you dare not kill me.”

Jiang Xiu gritted his teeth.

Of course Jiang Xiu knows what Yan Wei means. It’s already dark. According to the situation in the copy, nightfall is the time for ghost activities. It is a fact that he has become the lowest score. Now Yan Mingguang and Yan Wei are not the most important things for him.

As a player who came down from the tenth floor to the seventh floor, Jiang Xiugen didn’t expect that he would face the threat of death more than a day after the copy began.

He glared at Yan Wei fiercely: “after tonight, I won’t let you live to the next day!”

Yan Wei raised his eyebrow: “then you have to stay up until after tonight. By the way, the skin and bone umbrella may appear again. Be careful… Bones.”

Jiang Xiu turned and walked into the mountain temple. As soon as he turned around, Yan Mingguang stood there with an umbrella in front of the steps of the mountain temple hall, looking down at him.

Jiang Xiu walked up quickly and hurriedly bypassed Yan Mingguang – he had no time to care about it now.

“Brother Jiang!” Zheng Mao was stunned and raised his feet to follow up.

Yan Wei suddenly turned sideways and blocked the road ahead. He collided with Zheng Mao in a panic.

At the moment of the collision, Yan Wei took out something already prepared from the black ring and quietly stuffed it into Zheng Mao’s pocket.

Zheng Mao looked at him for unknown reasons. He didn’t have a good way: “get out of the way!”

Yan Wei let go.

Seeing that Jiang Xiu had entered the mountain temple, Zheng Mao had to bypass Yan Wei and go up the steps. He followed Jiang Xiu and quickly disappeared at the door of the mountain temple.

“Boom -”

Yan Wei stood at the bottom of the steps and looked up at Yan Mingguang standing at the top of the steps at the gate of the hall.

Shenpo has been tied by them. Most of the candles in the hall were lit by the players, much brighter than last night. The candle light behind the man flickered, slightly depicting the man’s strong outline. In this dark rainy night, it was light and reliable.

It cools down at night. Yan Wei feels cool, but he doesn’t feel much cold.

Why?

He thought.

It seems that Yan Mingguang is looking at him.

Thinking of this, Yan Wei held an umbrella, sneered, and walked up the steps step by step to Yan Mingguang’s side.

“What are you thinking?” the other party asked him, paused and added, “I turned off the projection when I first came out.”

“I think it’s wonderful,” Yan Wei took his pocket in one hand, clenched the swallow coin in his pocket and blinked quickly. “I never trusted to hand over my plan to others, but today… When I waited for Jiang Xiu to appear at the gate of the temple, I didn’t seem to think about other possibilities at all.”

He has made sure that Yan Mingguang will not miss.

Yan Wei knows his sexual orientation, but he also knows that he is born with indifference and will not have fierce emotions.

But when Yan Mingguang rubbed the corners of his lips gently in a scene that needed reason and concentration in the back fantasy, his heart was basically chaotic.

The man gave him a look.

“It’s dark. It’s time to go in and have a rest.”

“It’s time to go in, but I’m not in a hurry to rest,” Yan Wei went under the eaves and put away his umbrella. “There’s still a good play tonight.”

Yan Mingguang naturally understood that Yan Wei was talking about Jiang Xiu and Zheng Mao. He didn’t say much. He also said good umbrella and went back to their room with Yan Wei.

Yan Mingguang lit the candle as like as two peas and a table, and then sat down at the old desk. “I just heard all the three points,” he said. “I listened carefully to what I thought.”

This copy of Ankang ancient town comes from the customs of a remote area.

The ancestors of the villagers settled in this place near the mountains and rivers and found a stone on the mountain wall. The shape of the stone was like a man holding an umbrella, so the ancestors of the town directly surrounded the mountain wall on the hillside and worshipped the human shaped stone as a mountain god.

They began to believe that it was the mountain god who brought them good weather. They regarded the umbrella as a totem, advocated rainy days, and gradually developed bloody and ugly customs.

——If the girl in the town was caught in a Rainstorm on the day of her marriage at the age of 18, it means that the girl was chosen by the mountain god. Her skin will be peeled off alive as an umbrella cover, and her bones will be pulled out alive as an umbrella handle and umbrella bone.

In recent decades, during the period when the God woman was in charge of the temple, there were five qualified girls.

They were sent to the altar by the villagers, and skinned and skinned by the God woman at the bottom of the well.

After the sacrifice, the girl’s skinnless body will be thrown into the well by the God woman. The God woman will also take the girl’s skin and bones and make the girl’s skin and bones into a skin and bone umbrella in a place similar to the holy land at the bottom of the well.

Over time, in these ten years, Ankang Town, which was still normal, has changed.

“I felt something wrong in the morning,” Yan Wei moved his eyebrows, “The God woman said that when their ten-year mountain god Festival came, the town would begin to worship the mountain god. The cook also said that during this time, the villagers would express their awe of the mountain god with white umbrellas at the door. But we… Have we ever seen any believers except those children who regularly come to the mountain temple to read books every day?”

Normal fanatical belief, mountain temples should be full of incense.

But there is no one here.

“They are no longer in awe of the mountain temple, but they are far more afraid than respect. Combined with the shenpo’s behavior of putting an umbrella at our door to attract skinnless female ghosts, I dare to guess – after these girls turned into fierce ghosts, they began to kill people in the town. Combined with the pictures we saw at the bottom of the well, the girls killed people by sacrificial methods and put the skin and bones of the dead at the bottom of the well , shenpo naturally found all this. She didn’t dare to disobey these ghosts, so she had to continue to make the dead’s skin and bones into umbrellas.

“Later, she found that if she put these skin and bone umbrellas at the door, the girl would give priority to killing those people. So the frightened God woman constantly attracted tourists from other places, put the umbrellas at the door and hid them in the room, and replaced the lives of the villagers with the lives of the tourists.”

“This is the secret of Ankang ancient town, so we can grab this point without going down the mountain.”

Then it’s what they do.

At the beginning, he guessed that shenpo had three points to answer questions. Therefore, Yan Wei held those clues all the way.

After catching the shenpo, Yan Wei forced Lin Zhen to cooperate with Yu Feizhou. With the help of Yan Mingguang, he waited for Jiang Xiu at the door. Yan Mingguang looked after the shenpo and found other players except yuemang.

Follow the clues and you can get three points for no reason. You don’t have to be the lowest point. Who will refuse except Lin Zhen’s neuropathy?

And Lin Zhen’s psychosis has long been handled by Yan Wei.

Shenpo is not a powerful boss, but an important NPC in a copy. Naturally, she says everything under threat.

When Yan Wei saw Jiang Xiu, the players gathered in the main hall of the mountain temple had heard the shenpo finish talking about the customs and secrets of these Ankang ancient towns, and knew why the shenpo wanted to kill with a leather umbrella.

Yan Wei got a bug under the rush answer system – all players heard the clues given by the Divine Mother at the same time and got three rush answer points. In addition to the three points Yan Wei already had and the two points Ning Yi found himself, Jiang Xiu and Zheng Maoli should be the lowest points in parallel.

Although some people doubt where the two points on the theme of leather umbrella and water well went at the beginning, it is possible for everyone. Yan Wei has not been paid attention to and is not afraid of being guessed by others.

Yan Wei took out the swallow coins in his pocket and tossed them casually in his hand.

“It’s late at night,” he smiled. “How do you think ghosts will attack the lowest score?”

Yan Mingguang: “what did you put in Zheng Mao’s pocket? Finger bones?”

“Do you remember the rules? These ghosts will attack the lowest score only when ‘no player triggers the death condition’.”

“There are no players who trigger death.”

“There will be. But Jiang Xiu… Will die too.”

It was still raining outside, and the crackling rain stirred people’s nerves bit by bit.

Jiang Xiu looked at a pile of clues sorted out in front of him. He just felt more and more upset.

Ning Yi, like last night, just leaned there with her eyes closed, slightly lowered her head, and the bangs blocked her eyebrows and eyes. She was very quiet and didn’t respond to the two players from the same organization.

When Jiang Xiugang came in, he tried to seek the help of Ning Yi, but Ning Yi ignored him at all. He didn’t dare offend Ning Yi and let himself have more trouble. He could only sort out clues here and think about whether he could find new rush answer points immediately.

“Brother Jiang,” Zheng Mao walked around the house, “we have the lowest score now, and we have to chase at least three points. What should we do?”

Even if it reaches two points, it is tied with Ning Yi. Only three points will not be watched by ghosts tonight.

Jiang Xiu abandoned the most useful exorcism props against ghosts in his hands the first night. He was not a player who lifted the building three times in a row. He didn’t have the skills of building reward, and there were not many life-saving props left on his hand.

Who knows the extent of the so-called ghost attack?

Moreover, Zheng Mao is an ordinary upstairs player. He is a downstairs player. Ghosts will attack him first and then Zheng Mao. He is the first choice for ghosts.

“What else can we do? If there is no one who triggers the death condition, we can only get a rush answer score -”

Jiang Xiu’s voice suddenly stopped.

He turned off the projection of his gambling building and said, “no, I thought of a clue, but we’re going to the hall… I may use secret props later. You turn off the projection.”

Zheng Mao nodded quickly, closed the projection of the gambling building and said, “OK! OK, I’ll go with you.”

It’s dark and strange outside, but both of them have a life and death crisis hanging overhead, and they can’t manage the possible danger.

Jiang Xiu quickly took Zheng Mao to the hall.

There was still a faint candle in the main hall. The rainstorm outside was accompanied by a strong wind, and the candle flickered. The stone statue of mountain god stood there quietly, dragging out a shaky and treacherous shadow under the candlelight.

In front of the stone statue of Mountain God, there are also some pickled meat and other food, plus some ornaments that are obviously used as sacrifices – which are the things sacrificed to mountain god on mountain god Festival.

Jiang Xiu’s eyes sank, but his expression didn’t show anything. He just pulled Zheng Mao and said, “there’s a clue about the things sacrificed to the mountain god. Let’s go up and have a look.”

Zheng Mao nodded in a hurry and followed Jiang Xiu to the sacrificial items. Unconsciously, Jiang Xiu slowed down when he approached the sacrifice, and Zheng Mao first reached the front of the sacrifice.

As soon as Zheng Maogang approached, from an angle he couldn’t see, Jiang Xiu in the back suddenly raised his hand slowly.

“Brother Jiang -” Zheng Mao said.

Jiang Xiu suddenly pushed Zheng Mao!!

Zheng Maogen, who was eager to find clues to get the answer points, was unprepared. Suddenly, he was pushed by Jiang Xiu and stumbled directly into the altar.

The offerings were subconsciously pushed to the ground by him, and the pickled meat rolled around the stolen goods.

“Boom -”

Surrounded by the sound of rainstorm and thunder, Zheng Mao felt terrible silence. At the moment when he pushed down the sacrifice, he suddenly felt something looking at him in the dark, making his back cold.

Jiang Xiu, who had just pushed Zheng Mao, stood aside and smiled ferociously. He was finally relieved.

When they came on the first day, they asked the God woman if she could walk around. The God woman’s answer was that it would not affect the sacrifice.

Like all replica guide NPCs, what was said when assigning rooms at the beginning is the most basic replica rule. In other words, if the sacrifice is affected, it triggers the death condition, and will definitely become the first attack target of ghosts.

When no one triggers the death condition, the ghost will attack the lowest score. Jiang Xiu can’t get three points at a time before the ghosts appear, but that doesn’t mean he has no way to go.

——Zheng Mao bumped into the sacrifice and triggered the condition of death.

He’ll be fine tonight. Anyway, if he doesn’t, Zheng Mao will die tonight. It’s better to let him live. Before they came out, their gambling building projection was also closed, and other players and people of yuemang organization would not know that he would exchange his own life.

He just needs to catch up and pull back the gap tomorrow day.

When the goal is achieved, Jiang Xiu raises his feet and turns back to the room.

Zheng Mao knew he had been used the moment he fell to the ground.

His eyes were about to crack. He got up in a hurry, grabbed Jiang Xiu and shouted, “Jiang Xiu, you — you use me!? do you have a conscience!!”

Jiang Xiu threw him away: “anyway, you’re going to die tonight. You might as well give me a chance to live. I’ll let Yan Mingguang and Yan die hard to help you revenge.”

As an ordinary player, Zheng Mao’s body index was no better than Jiang Xiu, and he was pushed away by Jiang Xiu in an instant.

He hit the corner of the table while rolling, and suddenly something rolled out of his pocket.

Zheng Mao saw what it looked like in the faint candle light – it was an ordinary finger bone.

In his panic, fear and regret, he suddenly remembered what Yan Wei had said at the gate of the mountain temple

——”Be careful… Bones.”

Zheng Mao’s expression moved, and his panic was replaced by despair and cruelty.

He quickly grabbed his finger bone without trace. Seeing Jiang Xiu who had gone back, he immediately got up and ran forward quickly and hugged Jiang Xiu: “brother Jiang! Brother Jiang, you can’t do this to me. When I entered this copy, you said you would definitely bring me out alive… Jiang -”

Jiang Xiu pushed him away again.

At the moment of being pushed away, Zheng Mao stuffed his finger bones into Jiang Xiu’s pocket.

Since Jiang Xiu wants to put him on the back, he… Won’t let Jiang fix his life!!

In the guest room.

Yan Wei, who sorted out all the clues, got up slowly and smiled.

“I’ll be right back.”

The man is smoking by the window. The strong wind brought by the rainstorm instantly blew the smoke away, and Yan Mingguang’s dim eyes were more cool under the lens.

The man looked up at him and asked, “where are you going?”

“Go and take back the finger bones of the ordinary dead from my umbrella. I’ve always wanted to make sure whether the effect of the ‘unknown’ finger bones of the ordinary dead is the same as I guessed – attracting ghosts.”

Yan Mingguang seemed to be stunned: “I thought you gave a girl’s phalanx.”

Girl’s phalanges are props that can resist ghost attacks.

Yan Wei sneered: “do you think I want to save Zheng Mao? Not everyone is as kind as you, Mr. ice. Zheng Mao and Jiang Xiu stood in line. He chose the wrong side, but he also wanted to kill us – he also deserved to die. However, if my prediction is right, the finger bone should be on Jiang Xiu now.”

“I’m leaving. Confirm the function of the phalanges of ordinary dead people. By the way… Enjoy death.”