MTL - Half Immortal-Chapter 30 Ankang Ancient Town (9)

When Yan Wei shouted for help, Lin Zhen was still drawing his long bow, facing the cave behind Yan Wei, in case there would be any sudden danger.

But Yan Wei's panicked cry for help came out, and Lin Zhen's hand, which he would never shake in all his life, almost broke the bowstring.

Yu Feizhou took three and two steps forward, bent down and stretched out his hand, in a gentle tone: "We are here to save you, don't be afraid."

Yu Feizhou really has no other idea.

People like Yan Wei, clean and clear, with cleverness, are the kind of people who can arouse people's emotions as soon as they meet. It's not jealousy like hate, it's close like like.

After seeing Yan Wei in this copy, he couldn't help but feel good about Yan Wei Sheng. What's more, although Yan Wei didn't seem to be doing much, he didn't hold back. He didn't make trouble like most of the newcomers did, and was far less useless than Jiang Xiu said.

He thinks he can understand Yan Mingguang. If he brought Yan Wei in, he would also want to take Yan Wei out safely.

He stretched out his hand towards Yan Wei and smiled gently: "Get up."

Yan Wei looked up at him, blinked his eyes, and quickly raised his hand.

pulled up.

The moment he landed, the man raised his hand to support him, and at the same time the whip was gently retracted, without causing any discomfort to Yan Wei.

Yan Mingguang moved too fast, and Yu Feizhou's hand was still in the air.

He wasn't angry either, he just retracted his hand and smiled politely.

Yan Mingguang just left the tail of the long whip tied on Yan Wei's left wrist, his eyes were faint.

Yan Wei knew that he did this so that the two of them could immediately use a long whip to communicate. This person is not hostile to him, and seems to be very friendly. Yan Wei doesn't want the other person to misunderstand, so he still said to Yu Feizhou: "Thank you."

Lin Zhen stared at Yan Wei, and the corner of his mouth tickled lightly: "Didn't you say that a skin-bones umbrella is chasing you? Where's the umbrella?"

"In the back, let's go quickly, it will be tricky when more than 100 umbrellas come over..." Yan Wei lied without changing his face, pointing to the skin and bone umbrella that had fallen apart on the ground, "These umbrellas don't fly very fast. I can barely beat them. Only this one caught up to me. I don't know why this one flew the fastest. I thought it was going to kill me when it flew past me. , I didn't expect to pass me directly... Maybe I feel you, after all, the lives of three people are definitely worth more than my life alone. Fortunately, you even showed up. "

At the same time, Yan Wei clenched the whip leg that was still wrapped around his hand, and said to Yan Mingguang in his heart: [Teacher Yan, what happened to me just now, go back and tell you. Can you go over and dig out the smallest piece of bone from this umbrella's broken bones first? It's a phalanx, you can see it right away if you look at it, don't make a sound and pick it up. 】

Yan Mingguang glanced at him calmly, raised his foot and walked to the broken leather umbrella, holding the whip handle in one hand, and flipping the other hand a few times in the bones, quickly Found the little finger bone.

His indifferent voice sounded: "I don't see anything special."

It is a response to Yan Wei's just saying "I don't know why this one flies the fastest", pretending to be exploring what is different about this umbrella.

He said, and silently put the little phalanx into the item bar of the information panel.

The light in the cave was dim, Lin Zhen and Yu Feizhou didn't think there was anything in this umbrella, so they didn't pay much attention. wrong.

After he finished this, he immediately pulled Yan Wei with a long whip, turned and walked towards the other road.

"Why are you leaving? Aren't we staying and waiting for those more than 100 skin umbrellas?" Lin Zhen shouted, "I can't beat it alone, maybe the three of us can. Woolen cloth."

Yan Ming's bald head did not return: "You can do it yourself."

Yu Feizhou patted Lin Zhen: "Let's go quickly. We can't waste time on this kind of danger. It will be dark outside in a while, and we will be in danger if we are still in the well."

Lin Zhen naturally understands this.

They went down the well mainly for the secret behind the goddess and the skin-boned umbrella. Now they have no points in the answer, but time is still passing, and no one knows what will happen at night. He has just been addicted to his mouth, and he doesn't really intend to stay in place and do useless work.

He put the longbow back on his back and sneered: "Go, go."

"It's time like this, take care of your heart."

"You better put away your Virgin's heart first," Lin Zhen raised his eyebrows, staring at Yan Wei who was being led away by Yan Mingguang's whip, as if talking to himself, " Compassion should also look at who the object is..."

They've only been to two random entrances, and there must be three other places with bone umbrellas.

Walking aimlessly will only consume time, and as Yan Wei said, "many umbrellas are chasing behind", Lin Zhen is helpless and can only take the responsibility of exploring the way.

Black arrow feathers flew forward one step ahead, and the sound of arrow feathers inserting into the wall hole or never returning came from the narrow aisle, according to the echoes from different forks Judge the direction and move forward together for the time being calmly.

The four of them silently reached a brief cooperation.

Through the whip, Yan Wei and Yan Mingguang informed each other about what happened during the separation.

【You also got a girl's finger bone? How did you find that umbrella? 】 Yan Wei asked.

[I have the skills,] Yan Mingguang paused, and added, [The value doubles during the crisis of life and death. 】

Yan Wei's footsteps subconsciously slowed down.

He has always been very clear that Yan Mingguang doesn't mind his style of being on the bright side at all. Obviously, he has some purpose. Maybe he has the same ability as him. But he didn't expect that this person would say it directly without caring, just like Yan Mingguang would give up racing against time to collect clues and instead come to find him first. step.

Yan Mingguang, sometimes he can see through each other's thoughts at once, but sometimes he can't figure it out.

He followed behind the man, looked at the man's back, paused for a while, and said: [I also used my skills to find the girl's phalanx. In addition, I also found the most important thing on the remaining bony umbrellas - the core of each umbrella is a phalanx of a tail finger. Now it is almost certain that these umbrellas should be made of some kind of evil method and human beings. The phalanx of the deceased is the core of the strength of the skin-bone umbrella, and the girls we saw last night were made into umbrellas after being skinned and boned into umbrellas. of ghosts. 】

Layer players. There is another kind of deceased killed by these girls, both men and women, young and old. The umbrellas made of their skin and bones are of ordinary power, and I can tear them apart if I bother. 】

It may be made by some kind of evil method, and it even has something to do with the mountain gods believed in this ancient town. I don’t believe that the townspeople are innocent. So many skin and bone umbrellas mean that hundreds of people died. It is impossible for this town. Know nothing. And those ordinary dead were killed by the ghosts that these murdered girls turned into. Because the relationship was weakened, their strength was ordinary. 】

And if these skin-bones umbrellas appear around a living person, at night, the person will be skinned and boned to death, and the skin and bones will be made into new skin-bones umbrellas. During the day, the skin-bone umbrellas and ghosts will go back to the bottom of the well to hide. The goddess uses the skin-bone umbrellas—whether it is harmful or has other uses—they have to go down the well again and drag some skin-bone umbrellas out and put them at night. Come to our door or hide in the room. 】

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Yan Mingguang quietly listened to Yan Wei's analysis and asked him: [Don't compete for points? 】

Speak up to earn points. Because of the more than 100 ordinary deceased phalanxes, Yan Wei's information volume is now significantly higher than that of other players, and these clues will at least have a score.

[Of course,] Yan Wei chuckled, [but not now. We are just unraveling the things floating on the top layer. We still don’t know why the skin-bone umbrella exists, we also don’t know their relationship with the mountain god, and this mysterious goddess…]

Yan Mingguang nodded slightly and continued to lead Yan Wei with his whip.

The further you go, the colder the temperature in the cave, and the cool wind blows across Yan Wei's cheeks, as if something deep and cold is touching him.

The environment has become extraordinarily eerie.

The footsteps of the four reverberated in the cave, Lin Zhen seemed to have no sense of this goosebump coldness, chatting aside. Yan Wei analyzed the copy with Yan Mingguang, and communicated with Yu Feizhou wholeheartedly. By the way, he asked a lot of information about the world in the building from the mouth of the talkative seed player.

"...So in addition to Yuemang, there are also organizations such as Po Sickle and Xuanniao, all of which are managed by high-level players in the 80s and 90s, and other players are attached to the organization, the organization The players here often go upstairs together?" Yan Wei blinked, pure curiosity flashing in his clear eyes.

Yu Feizhou knows all about it: "Yes. In this way, higher-level players can bring players with a lower floor level, and it is beneficial to descend or lift the floor. Some players will be fixed at a certain number of floors. Constantly lifting and lowering, although you can't get points, you can refresh to props, and some props that allow you to change the owner will circulate in the organization. News and connections are intertwined, and the organizations check and balance each other, forming a very stable ecological environment in the world inside the building. "

"Does the building encourage lifting it?"

"Yes." A surprise flashed in Yu Feizhou's eyes, "You are very smart. No matter from any point of view, the feedback you get from raising a building is the greatest. You and Yan Mingguang raised the building like this, If you can successfully clear the level, you will gain more than the players who climb to the seventh floor one by one. But even so, there will always be a minority who choose to lift the building - because the mortality rate is too high."

Yan Wei nodded.

The light ahead suddenly brightened.

He grasped the whip tied to his wrist with one hand, and raised the other hand subconsciously, covering his eyes.

After a while, the strong light slowly returned to calm, and Yan Wei's eyes also adapted to the light like daytime.

He put down his hand, and the scene in front of him has completely changed.

Yu Feizhou and Lin Zhen were both gone. I don't know if it was because there was a whip between Yan Wei and Yan Mingguang. The two of them were still standing in tandem at the moment.

And in front, rows of brick and tile buildings are connected together, drizzle, light breeze and cool breeze. Although the sky is covered with a thin layer of dark clouds, the sunlight behind the clouds is still faintly visible.

—not the cave at the bottom of the well I just saw.

Yan Wei glanced around the seemingly peaceful and peaceful surroundings, and muttered, "Why did we suddenly come here?"

"Yu Feizhou and Lin Zhen know something about the bottom of the well," Yan Mingguang said slowly, "never mentioned this situation."

Yu Feizhou and Lin Zhen saw clues at the bottom of the well in the main hall of the mountain temple, and those clues at the bottom of the well were all from the records of the goddess.

If they don't know that there will be a sudden change of place, it means that this is a situation that the goddess has not recorded, will not encounter, and is only aimed at these "intruders" .

Under unknown emergencies, accidents may happen at any time. Yan Wei quickly thought about it, and immediately said to Yan Mingguang through the whip: [Turn off the projection. 】

[Hmm. 】

Yan Mingguang quickly turned off the projection and said to him, "It's not teleportation, it's an illusion."

"You found it too..." In the thin rain curtain, Yan Wei raised his head, and the light brown eyes reflected the faint sky. He raised his finger and pointed to the top of his head: "The sun is directly above, noon. But it was almost noon when we came in. After so long, it is almost evening now. We should still be in the well, maybe because gradually Touching the depths of the well triggers this illusion. The location of the illusion..."

Yan Wei pointed at the building in front, "It is very similar to the architectural style of the mountain temple. If there is nothing we don't know, this should be the ancient town of Ankang."

"Hold the whip."

"Relax, Mr. Yan, you don't really treat me as a waste snack, right? This fantasy is quite real—"

He paused.

The pure and clear singing came from not far away, and the children's voices were superimposed together.

"The stars are up, the moon is up..."

"This is a mountain and river bestowed by God, this is a fertile field, this is a blessing from heaven..."

"It will rain, it will rain, the crops will grow..."

"We've got our umbrella..."

In front of the town trail, on the otherwise empty street, townspeople in national costumes appeared one after another. They held exquisite umbrellas and strolled in the drizzling rain. The children carried schoolbags, sang songs, and accompanied them home with umbrellas.

They seem to like the rain very much, and always subconsciously stretch their hands out of the umbrella and smear a few drops of rain on their faces with their palms.

Yan Wei's clothes were particularly conspicuous in this very ancient town, but others didn't seem to care about them and still walked in front of them with a smile.

Only a young girl who came from a distance, his eyes fell on them, and walked towards them.

Her face is very young, just by looking at it, she can tell that she is no more than 20 years old. The girl's body has a very clean temperament, her facial features are exquisite and beautiful, her skin is fair, and when she looks down from her face, she looks like a beauty all over her body.

If such a beauty is approached in normal times, no one will feel too nervous.

The expressions of Ke Yanwei and Yan Mingguang changed.

- On this clean and beautiful girl, lies a skinless, boneless, **** ghost! And under her feet, under the bright sky, there was no trace of a shadow.

She walked in front of Yan Wei and Yan Mingguang, with a gentle smile on her beautiful face: "Come with me."

On her back, the lying ghost also showed a sinister smile to the two of them. The **** faces were crowded together, and the stench of blood dripped to the ground with the smile, and merged with the pattering rain.

Not only did Yan Wei not show a frightened expression, but he raised his chin and showed a standard smile at the ghost on the girl's back. The ghost did not frighten Yan Wei and Yan Mingguang, but the girl was already holding an umbrella, turned around, and walked towards the town.

Yan Mingguang glanced at Yan Wei.

"Let's follow." Yan Wei's eyes narrowed, "I think...she is one of the girls who made skin umbrellas."

In the fantasy world, Yan Wei and Yan Mingguang followed the girl who was carrying a ghost and an umbrella in the ancient town of Ankang in the fantasy world.

Outside the illusion, in the real Ankang ancient town, Jiang Xiu and Zheng Mao have gradually approached the real information.

After they came to the ancient town, the situation they encountered was exactly as the cook Hu Ayu said—the residents of the town were very bad-tempered.

It's not so much that the residents have a bad temper, it's better that they are a little neurotic and not like normal people. In front of the houses in the town, all kinds of umbrellas were spread out, but there were basically no people on the road.

This town, which believes in rainy days, seems to be holding an umbrella to welcome the arrival of the Mountain God Festival, while being very afraid and panicking about rainy days. In the face of Jiang Xiu and Zheng Mao's inquiries, the townspeople walked away quickly, showing no patience for these "outsiders".

They surreptitiously probed the town for a while, and found that except for the innocent and innocent children, these townspeople did not expect the Mountain God Festival at all, but were rather scared and frightened. There was a townsman who was swayed by the threshold when he went out, so he chanted something like "angrying the mountain god".

Not long after, Jiang Xiu and Zheng Mao saw Hu Ayu, the cook who went down the mountain after cooking.

Beautiful women are always more attractive no matter where they are, but Hu Ayu does not have such treatment. Not only not, but the people in the town seem to hate Hu Ayu very much, and when they see her, they can't help but run away.

Under the drizzle, someone hurriedly ran past with an umbrella and bumped into Hu Ayu who had just come down the mountain. Hu Ayu was knocked to the ground by surprise, and his clothes were soaked by the muddy rain on the ground, but the man took a step back and said with disgust: "I heard that you went to the mountain temple to cook? The goddess actually dared to let you. Go, don't be afraid of the wrath of the mountain god... You still don't hold an umbrella, bah, bad luck."

After the man finished speaking, he quickly held up his umbrella, bypassed Hu Ayu and left.

The cook fell to the ground and was extremely embarrassed in the rain.

The two stood aside and saw this picture completely. Jiang Xiu sneered: "No wonder she was arranged to cook at the mountain temple. It turns out that she is also an information point. Zheng Mao, go help her up and ask about the situation."

Zheng Mao smiled awkwardly: "This, Brother Jiang..."

What debuff from the townsfolk was put on?

Jiang Xiu saw Zheng Mao's hesitation at a glance, raised his hand and patted Zheng Mao hard, pushed Zheng Mao a step forward, and said, "If you don't go, should I go? You are posted debuff, I can still save you, if I am posted and say something, with your strength, can I still rely on you?"

"Brother Jiang, no, I—" Jiang Xiu glared at Zheng Mao, he swallowed his saliva, and said, he really did not dare to provoke Jiang Xiu, "I'll go, I'll go. "

He walked in front of Hu Ayu, stretched out his hand, and smiled hypocritically: "Girl, I met again in the town, what a coincidence."

Hu Ayu glanced at him and whispered, "Thank you." Then he grabbed Zheng Mao's hand and stood up.

body.

Zheng Mao gritted his teeth, but he was debuffed at the moment, and he had to rely on Jiang Xiu, so he had to swallow his breath and say nothing.

Jiang Xiu walked to Hu Ayu quite comfortably, smiled politely at the beautiful cook, and said gently, "I saw other people in the town just now, right? You don't seem to have a good attitude. We passed by here on our trip, thanks to you and the goddess for the hospitality, and I would like to thank you. Is it convenient for me to know what happened? Maybe I can help you."

Maybe it was because of Zheng Mao's help just now that this cook, who had no attitude towards Jiang Xiu, had a good impression. She rolled her eyes, a bit of timidity slipped through her clear eyes, and her expression was quite hesitant.

For a moment, she still nodded: "Okay, you go home with me first, I will tell you."

In the fantasy world at the bottom of the well.

Yan Wei and Yan Mingguang walked into the town with the girl with no skin on her back.

They seem to have been brought into a world of fantasy by this girl. Gradually, these townspeople seem to be able to see them, but they can't see the girl who is holding an umbrella and carrying a skinless ghost .

The two of them just walked to an ordinary mansion with many red gowns hanging, when the girl suddenly disappeared, and many people poured out of the mansion, crowding and shouting, Pushing the two into the house. They kept saying things like "happy event" and "coming soon", and they also sent the two to two rooms.

Yan Wei held on to the whip in Yan Mingguang's hand - they just acted by chance, not separated according to the arrangement of the illusion.

But these men, women and children didn't seem to force it, they just laughed and said, "These young couples are inseparable, let them stay together and wait!"

Then, the two were pushed into a cheerfully decorated room.

"Why do I feel like we are in a plot?" Yan Wei confirmed that there was no danger in the room for the time being, and sat down beside the bed covered with the red quilt, "This illusion seems to be... "

Yan Mingguang rarely said a long series of words: "There is a ghostly aura called backtracking. It is the pre-death scene formed by the condensation of grievances after the death of a tragic person. The illusion of backtracking will continue Repeating the last scene of the ghost's life, people who enter it accidentally will be forced to enter and experience this segment - including the last moment of the ghost's life, which is the scene of death. If it can't be deciphered..."

"Will you really die when you experience the scene of death?" Yan Wei raised his eyebrows and pointed to the red satin hanging on the bed frame, "Then I know why two people entered Now, the last scene this girl who was turned into an umbrella experienced during her lifetime was probably just getting married, and the two of us..."

He looked rather unnatural: "Cough, it should be the groom and the bride."