Showbiz Escape

Chapter 27 Red and White Deserted Village 09
When Xiang Zhifeng said this, Wen Zhuo and Ye Lingchuan also realized that it was time to eat something. After all, the four of them stayed in the house for a long time and had nothing but water to drink. The two jugs of water also carried a bottle of water. The stock is sour.

Since they don't know what new test will come next, replenishing their physical strength is also a necessary part. They decided to temporarily stop sewing wedding dresses and go to the crooked neck tree 500 meters to the west.

Ye Lingchuan tried to suggest: "Actually, there's no need for everyone to go together. Why don't Wen Zhuo and I pick up the food, and Mr. Xiang and Mr. Li can continue stringing your beads in the room."

He proposed this, naturally, to put Xiang Zhifeng at risk alone. After all, if Li Guang and Xiang Zhifeng do not deal with each other, it is normal to have some conflicts at that time; Take Xiang Zhifeng away, he just finished the hunter mission.

But what he was thinking about was also what Wen Zhuo was thinking about. He needed to contribute to the flames, while Wen Zhuo needed to avoid risks.

So Wen Zhuo took a secret look at Xiang Zhifeng. Xiang Zhifeng was quite smart this time, and he understood immediately. The main reason was that he really didn't want to be alone with Li Guang, and would rather go outside to fetch food.

"No, no, there's no need, I'd better go with you, more people can be more courageous."

"Very good, the strength of unity is great." Li Guang snorted coldly, "Then you three go, I won't go, I just need to sleep for a while."

No one paid any attention to him this time, and no one wanted to take him there anyway.

Seeing Xiang Zhifeng habitually walking beside Wen Zhuo, eager to go out, Ye Lingchuan pursed his thin lips, his expression obviously unhappy.

This man has found a talisman.

……

……

So Li Guang stayed in the room, and the other three went out together to find the crooked neck tree.

The night was thick, and the moonlight was covered by layers of dark clouds, leaving only a very weak light for pedestrians to barely see the way ahead.

The shadows of the trees in the village were swaying all around, and the white paper lanterns under the eaves of the residents shook erratically. As Xiang Zhifeng walked forward, he felt the night wind blowing over the back of his neck, making a soft humming sound, as if someone was crying. like.

It was probably due to the subtle comparison between men. Considering that Ye Lingchuan was still by his side, even though he was frightened, he refused to show it, and only secretly stroked the goose bumps on his arms.

At this time, the sound of the wind was getting tighter, and the sand suddenly swept across the ground and blinded his eyes. He hurriedly raised his sleeve to wipe it.

In just two or three seconds, he heard a female voice behind him calling him urgently.

"Fengfeng, it's dangerous, come here!"

It was strange, at that moment, his brain seemed to be blank, and he could only react instinctively.

"what?"

He stopped rubbing his eyes and wanted to turn around nervously, but at the critical moment, someone suddenly grabbed the back of his head decisively and pushed him forward forcefully.

He staggered a step, and then he came to his senses belatedly, and when his vision returned to clarity, he found that Wen Zhuo was standing on his right, looking at him strangely.

"What's wrong?"

"...Didn't you just call me over?"

"I've been here the whole time, where can I tell you to go?" Wen Zhuo said, "Just now you stood still as if possessed by a demon, and you made strange noises."

"My voice is not strange, it's responding to you."

Wen Zhuo's tone was a bit serious: "Have you listened carefully to the reminder of the rules, Fengfeng? The matchmaker said it before, try not to answer when you walk on the road."

Xiang Zhifeng really forgot, he suddenly felt his scalp go numb: "That's too bad, in fact, a ghost called me just now? Did I agree?"

"There is a folk legend that there are three lamps on a person's shoulders. If a ghost blows them out when walking at night, the soul will be called away."

"...Then what should I do!"

"Mr. Xiang doesn't need to be too scared, he just responded." Ye Lingchuan said slowly from the side, "As long as you are careful in the future and don't violate the rules again, there is still a chance."

"..."

This comfort is worse than no comfort.

With a total distance of 500 meters, every step Xiang Zhifeng took in the second half of the journey seemed to be on the tip of a knife. He always felt that someone behind him was calling his name, crying and mourning, which made people feel hairy.

He also thought about covering his ears altogether, but he gave up because it was too embarrassing.

He couldn't understand: "Don't you two hear strange voices? Or is it just me who looks bully?"

"I heard it." Wen Zhuo told him, "I heard it as soon as I went out, but I ignored it."

As a bounty hunter, if you don't even have this most basic concentration, you should have been eliminated long ago.

Ye Lingchuan raised his head, and accurately identified the crooked-neck tree mentioned by the matchmaker from among the trees all planted in the distance—it had to be admitted that it was really crooked.

He approached under the tree and saw a three-layer food box half buried in the pile of fallen leaves. When he opened it, it contained steamed buns, roast chicken, boiled eggs and pickled cucumbers.

He just leaned over to pick up the food box, and vaguely sensed that something was wrong. At this moment, a broken piece of red cloth fell from the top of the tree and fluttered on the food box.

He was too familiar with this fabric, it was the same kind as the wedding dress they sewed.

An ominous premonition arose spontaneously, and it was too late to say it, and he quickly backed up and dodged with his intuition. Almost at the same moment, the sharp blade gleaming with cold light almost slashed at the position where he was standing a second ago.

Fallen leaves are flying in all directions.

This crooked-neck tree looks strange, but in fact it has luxuriant branches and leaves. With the cover of night and branches and leaves, there is a female ghost holding a sickle hidden on the top of the tree.

That female ghost was wearing a bright red wedding gown. It was obviously not the same one that was lying on the door last night. Its pale face was covered with bruises, its mouth was completely sewn up with needles and threads, and its scabs of blood were shocking, but it was still able to whine. The sound of purring, like some vague rap, was creepy to hear in the night.

It seemed to be crying, with blood and tears streaming out of its empty eyes, but the movement of waving the sickle was not slow at all, and it swooped down from the top of the tree all the way.

Wen Zhuo also saw this scene, she was a little late, and then saw Ye Lingchuan running towards him, he was holding the food box in his left hand, and he pulled her away without hesitation in his right hand.

Fortunately, she reacted quickly, and at the same time she was dragged away by him, she decisively dragged away Xiang Zhifeng who was beside him in a daze.

Xiang Zhifeng was pulled like a kite, his feet barely touching the ground, he ran along in a panic while looking back with a panicked expression.

"Fuck! Is this female ghost just lying on a tree and sneak attacking people?!"

"This kind of attack is usually triggered by chance." Ye Lingchuan said coldly, "For example, if a player violates the rules, the system will punish him slightly."

"..."

Isn't it because he responded just now?Just give him his ID number!

And what does it mean to apply a little punishment? With such a long sickle, you will die if you touch it!
In the boundless night, the crazy female ghost danced the sickle into a phantom. Its face was set against the dim moonlight, and every time it exerted force, its eyes were tearing apart, with resentment that was about to turn into substance, intending to kill people.

The three of them had no weapons in their hands, so they had no way to fight against them, so they could only run as fast as they could.

500 meters, the speed of life and death.

Logically speaking, this moment should be an excellent opportunity for Xiang Zhifeng to die in the pursuit of the female ghost, everything is logical.

After all, it is impossible for this kind of useless waste who doesn't like to use his brain to escape normally.

Ye Lingchuan turned his head, and calmly measured the distance between himself and the female ghost with his eyes. When the female ghost's sickle fell again, he changed his position abruptly, swiftly dodged to Wen Zhuo's side, and pulled her towards his arms inside.

"Beware!"

In name, it was to protect Wen Zhuo, but in fact, it deliberately gave up Xiang Zhifeng's position, exposing the other party to the female ghost's attack range.

However, Wen Zhuo's professionalism is also unusual. Although she didn't doubt Ye Lingchuan's original intention to protect herself, she instantly realized that Xiang Zhifeng was about to be in danger.

She flexibly spun to break free from Ye Lingchuan's embrace, then grabbed Xiang Zhifeng by the collar and pulled him away from the spot, then pushed him forward.

"Get out of the way!"

In just a few seconds, the two seemed to be waltzing, and only Xiang Zhifeng was dizzy.

The crying of the female ghost was close at hand, and the scythe hit the place where Xiang Zhifeng was standing before, cracks appeared on the ground, and stone chips splashed everywhere.

He almost died on the spot.

"...What are you two doing!!!"

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When Wen Zhuo and Ye Lingchuan were secretly fighting for the same goal halfway, the unlucky teammate Li Guangzheng stayed alone in the room, lying on the table to catch up on sleep.

His fat face was creased by his arms, he was snoring loudly, half of his sleeves were soaked in saliva.

He seemed convinced that the room was safer than the outside.

I don't know how long it took, until he vaguely felt that someone was tapping the back of his neck.

Click, click, click.

Knock once, knock again, very rhythmic.

He opened his eyes drowsily, getting up angry made him angry, he thought it was Wen Juan and they came back, he was deliberately pranking himself, and he was even ready to yell at him.

... The kerosene lamp on the table was still on, and the room was empty, and no one came back.

But behind him, there was an extra pair of embroidered shoes hanging in the air.

Click, click, click.

The embroidered shoes were shaking slightly, and every time they shook, they had to tap the back of his neck.

And when he turned around, the toe of the shoe happened to touch his face, exuding a strong rancid smell mixed with blood.

"..."

An indescribable chill hit Li Guang's back immediately, and he sat on the spot with numbness in his hands and feet, almost going limp.

He stared at the embroidered shoes in front of him for a long while, then slowly looked up——

Then his expression suddenly became extremely terrified.

A female corpse is hanging from the beam.

The female corpse was wearing a wedding gown, her long hair was waist-length, a white silk was hanging around her neck, and deep purple strangulation marks were dented in it.

Her head was hanging on her shoulders, her wet tongue protruded infinitely from her lips, her blood-red eyes were wide open, and she was staring at him with her head tilted.

It suddenly showed a sinister smile, and stretched out the skinny hands hanging by its sides towards him.

Someone reminded me?
In the village at night, try not to get alone.

There's no real safety here.

(End of this chapter)