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Chapter 67 Doubtful Taoism [16]

It was slowly getting dark.

The players all returned to the room.

Sitting by the window, Fang Xun lowered his head and thought, "What does that Taoist mean... the night is coming? It's mysterious."

Sang Qi yawned, but didn't answer.

At this moment, the door was suddenly knocked.

Ren Zhe's voice came from outside the door: "Fang Xun, Sang Qi, are you there?"

Fang Xun stood up and was about to go to open the door, but when he passed by Sang Qi, the girl grabbed her hand.

Sang Qi shook his head at Fang Xun.

[Please do not leave the room after late at night, no one will knock on your door at night, if there is, please lie down on the bed immediately and close your eyes and pretend to be asleep. 】

Fang Xun was enlightened instantly, and she woke up instantly. She had never been on guard against Ren Zhe, so she didn't think too much about Ren Zhe's voice outside.

The two walked to the bed and lay down and pretended to be asleep according to the rules.

The knock on the door lasted for a long time, until finally it seemed that the people inside would not open the door, and the person outside let out an unpleasant roar, followed by the sound of fingernails scratching the door frame.

It wasn't until the sound disappeared that the two people in the room opened their eyes.

"...Hoo." Fang Xun breathed a sigh of relief, she looked at the ceiling, "Sang Qi, I always feel that I can't sit still and wait for death."

Sang Qi gave an 'hmm', agreeing.

"Shall we... want to go out and have a look?" Fang Xun asked softly.

Sang Qi turned his head and glanced at her, the girl suddenly bent her lips: "Okay."

……

……

The door was opened.

A gust of blood rushed to his face in an instant.

Sang Qi had been on guard for a long time, and the shield formed by the shadow blocked the two of them.

Fang Xun turned his head stiffly and smiled at Sang Qi, then her head fell off.

Immediately afterwards, the hands were also detached from the body.

Ordinary people would probably scream when they saw this scene, but Sang Qi took two steps back and watched with a blank expression.

The Taoist priest in red said that the night is coming.

Sang Qi's understanding is that all the rules will be disrupted, and danger will exist around every player.

This Fang Xun is not the real Fang Xun.

When it got dark, they entered a different dimension.

Sang Qi lowered his head, the clothes on his body were changed into Taoist disciples' clothes at some point, and he was all pure white.

The girl stepped out of the door, and not far away, players broke out in panic, followed by various monsters, almost all of which looked headless.

It is no different from the Taoist priest in red.

There was a burst of wind behind him, and Sang Qi quickly avoided it.

The person posing as Fang Xun was wearing a red Taoist robe, and the head that fell on the ground screamed, and that weird body instantly rushed towards Sang Qi!

In an instant, the surroundings were filled with red-clothed Taoist priests, and the clothes of all players turned white, like wild dogs smelling, the red-clothed Taoist rushed over regardless.

Sang Qi used her shadow to resist for a while, and she frowned slightly.

Ren Zhe's voice came from not far away, shouting: "Sang Qi, Sang Qi! Are you okay?"

Sang Qi replied: "I'm fine."

The girl's face was colored, she backed up again and again, and the shadow puppy rushed forward with a growl.

Sang Qi gritted her teeth, and she looked around, all of them looked like scuffles.

do something...

She moved her fingers slightly, and Sang Qi suddenly remembered that when she was looking for the Taoist priest in black, that person was looking at the painting.

Sang Qi made a decisive decision and ran towards the main hall.

……

……

"Shh."

The young man covered Sang Qi's mouth with his hand, and he lowered his brows and eyes with clear eyes: "Don't make a sound."

The first time he came here, Sang Qi was dragged into the painting by Wu Zhu before he stepped into the door.

Wu Zhu's condition didn't seem to be good, his face was pale, and he looked at Sang Qi silently.

The two of them seemed to be surrounded by something, and Sang Qi saw the Taoist priest in red through the protective film.

It seemed to be his memory.

The Taoist priest in red was originally a disciple of the Taoist temple, and he walked down the mountain full of hope, but discovered by accident... Taoist temple is a den of human trafficking, men are sold as coolies, and women are sold into the black market.

Sang Qi was thoughtful, she remembered that she had been dazzled by someone and seemed to be taking her somewhere, what was that?Are ghosts left?

The Taoist priest in red couldn't accept this matter. He wanted to publicize the matter here, but he never thought that the situation at the foot of the mountain had colluded with the Taoist temple. He was arrested and dragged back and beaten severely.

Later, in order to frighten other disciples who had different intentions, he was killed to make an example to monkeys, his hands and feet were cut off, and his head was removed, which was hung under the eaves for seven days.

The blood of the red-clothed Taoist priest soaked the white disciple's clothes. He was full of resentment, and in the first seven days, he slaughtered all the living people in the Taoist temple.

"Look, you see, there is no need for this Taoist temple to exist, is there?"

The Taoist priest in red stood beside the two of them at some point, with a gloomy tone.

Sang Qi looked back, Wu Zhu's face was already ugly, and the protective cover around him was so transparent that it almost dissipated.

The girl quietly stuffed Wu Zhu behind her. She raised her eyes to look at the red-clothed Taoist priest in front of her, bent her lips and smiled: "Yes, yes, I also think what you said is quite right."

Wu Zhu was blocked by Sang Qi again, the young man burst out laughing.

The Taoist priest in red seemed to be very pleased with Sang Qi's understanding of current affairs. He laughed and was about to say something. In the next second, countless black air entangled up, wrapping him layer by layer, wrapping him into a ball.

The Taoist felt ridiculous for a moment: "Don't you agree with my approach?"

Sang Qi said in an obedient tone: "But I still have to pass."

Audience in the live room:

【Hahahahahaha, help me, what a sincere word】

[I agree with you, but it has nothing to do with me wanting to tie you up]

【WooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooowHua Ling (Is that how he called it?) behind her looks like a little wife. 】

Wu Zhu released them from the painting. He seemed very weak and could not stand upright.

Sang Qi supported him, with a little more anxiety on his face.

She scoured the store for medicines that didn't have a cure.

The body of the Taoist priest in red was trapped, and all the other avatars fell into a stillness.

Chen Shen ran over, and when he saw Wu Zhu, his expression froze: "This...isn't this..."

At this moment, a voice rang in Chen Shen's ear.

[The existence of the male lead is detected. 】

Chen Shen swallowed back the original words, clapped his hands and laughed: "You are a talented girl!"

Sang Qi looked at him with the eyes of a mentally retarded person.

Ding dong.

[The dungeon 'Taoist Doubtful Clouds' has ended, congratulations to the 27 players who survived! 】

[The instance data is being cleared, the player contribution value data is being cleared——]

[The player MVP of this dungeon: Player Sang Qi. 】

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PS: You may feel that the copy is ending in a hurry, but it is actually true (...) The data of this book is not ideal, I plan to cut it off, plus some things in the third dimension, it will probably end soon...

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