Global role level assessment

Chapter 123 Yongjia Town (2)

Duan Qiqing immediately raised her hand and rubbed her eyes. After making sure that she read it correctly, she wanted to call the person in front again.

But Gu Yicheng, who was leading the way before, disappeared without a trace!

Duan Qiqing: "!??"

It was cold and windy at night, and when the breeze swept across this desolate long street, it also rolled up some fallen leaves on the ground.

At this time, there was a "squeak" sound coming from all around.

The sound was near and far away, like the sound of friction when iron wires were turning.

Duan Qiqing immediately raised her vigilance, but because the sound was too noisy, she couldn't tell where it was coming from.

But soon, she noticed the red lanterns hanging above the gates of every household, shaken by the cold wind.

It was good that it didn't sway, but after a sway, the side of the red lantern was gradually turned around, gradually revealing the side of the white lantern behind.

Now Duan Qiqing was even more sure that he hadn't lost his mind.

The lanterns hanging above the gates of every household have two sides.

One side is the red face I saw at first, and there is a word in the middle that I don't know what it is.

On the other side is white flour, Duan Qiqing still couldn't see what was written in the middle.

Because the side of the white lantern was only turned halfway, a strange strong wind was already blowing on the whole street.

If this is not an accident, it must be an accident.

Duan Qiqing quickly checked to see if there was any hiding place nearby.

But... Except for the buildings with closed doors on both sides, there is not even a small stone pier on the empty street, let alone looking for a place to hide.

The wind is getting stronger and stronger, and the sound of "creaking" is becoming more and more obvious.

Duan Qiqing also discovered at this time that the "squeaky" sound of iron wire friction came from the lanterns hanging on the gates of every household.

What's even more weird is that no matter how violently the lantern shakes, the candle flame in the lantern doesn't even move.

If this was a normal candle, it would have been blown out by the strong wind long ago.

Gradually, the candle flame in the lantern turned blue...

Duan Qiqing frowned: "!!!" Right eyelid also throbbed violently at this time.

She took a step back subconsciously, but her back suddenly pressed against someone's warm chest.

"Sister! Climb the wall and get in." Yan He's soft voice came from behind.

After Duan Qiqing heard it, she didn't have time to look at the person behind her, her gaze had already swept to the house closest to her.

Looking at the fence about two or three meters high in front of her, she couldn't help showing a look of embarrassment on her face.

This seems to be a challenge to her height.

But in the next second, she saw that Yan He had already run to the bottom of the wall and squatted down.

"Sister, step on my shoulder, and I'll take you there." He urged the other party, and the posture was already set.

Duan Qiqing didn't write any ink, but stepped on Yanhe's shoulder and climbed up the fence of the house courtyard easily.

Just when she turned around and was about to get Yan He up from below, she saw that the latter had retreated from the wall and was smiling at her.

"What are you doing? Come here quickly, I can pull you up." She seemed to have a premonition of what the other party was going to do, so she also frowned and urged the other party.

But Yan He smiled and replied: "Sister, you should hide quickly, don't worry about me."

After saying this, he ran away in the direction Duan Qiqing came from just now.

Just as Duan Qiqing was about to speak, he heard the low sound of a gong coming from a distance.

"Boom-"

The sound is thick and distant.

Duan Qiqing followed the direction of the voice and saw a funeral procession coming out from the far end of the street.

Yellow paper money was thrown high, scattered in the air like fireworks, and then fell all over the street.

Even though it was a funeral procession, Duan Qiqing didn't hear the sound of mourning.

And she also heard the sound of paper being plucked on everyone's body in the funeral procession.It's as if everyone is carrying a piece of paper on their body, and this sound will be made when they walk around.

what happened?

At this time, the lanterns hanging outside the gates of every house had turned into white lanterns.

The wind is no longer blowing.

The blue candlelight reflected a blue light on the outer circle of the lantern.

On the contrary, it formed a strange style of painting with this quiet street.

And Duan Qiqing also saw clearly this time, the word written on the white lantern was the word 'Dian'.

"Boom-"

Another sound of the gong directly brought back all of Duan Qiqing's thoughts.

The funeral procession, which was still far away, now appeared within 500 meters of her.

She was so shocked that she quickly used her identity skills to disguise herself as a tile that was exactly the same as the bricks and tiles on the fence.

There are so many tiles to cover herself, which makes her look less obtrusive.

However, the movement on the wall still attracted the idea of ​​the funeral team.

The person who was throwing banknotes in front stopped suddenly, and looked faintly at the wall where Duan Qiqing was.

Duan Qiqing held his breath.

For a moment, she wondered if she had been exposed?
Fortunately, the man looked away quickly, as if he didn't notice anything wrong, and continued to throw the banknotes in the basket.

Seeing this, Duan Qiqing silently breathed a sigh of relief.

After adjusting her mentality a little, she was able to look at the funeral procession unabashedly.

Just now, she and the person who threw the banknotes had a brief intersection of eyes in mid-air.

Even though the other party's gaze was very hot, she still saw that the other party's eyes were as colorless as a dead person.

She can be very sure of this.

But as for why this happened, that was what she was looking for now.

The funeral procession approached quickly, and the rear of the procession was also covered with golden banknotes everywhere.

The street, which looked quite festive at first, turned into a gloomy look in an instant.

And when Duan Qiqing saw clearly the members of the funeral procession, her mind was buzzing.

She understood why these people made the sound of paper being flipped.

Because the entire funeral procession is made of paper piercers!

Even the 'person' who had eye contact with her just now was made of paper.

No wonder when she met the other party's eyes, what she saw was a pair of lifeless and dead eyes.

But the strange thing is that Duan Qiqing didn't see any coffin in this funeral procession.

This……

Is it reasonable that there is no coffin in a funeral procession?
Just as Duan Qiqing thought this way, the team in front of him stopped again...

　A new assessment has appeared, and Wu Yue dared to prick people with a wave of paper to ask for a wave of tickets, hahahaha...

　　Love muds=3=
　　
　
(End of this chapter)