Don’t Pick Up Boyfriends From the Trash Bin

The so-called "hide-and-seek" is to require all questers to enter the fog at 7:30, and to avoid monsters of various shapes without leaving this block called "Zhengxin Street".

A total of eleven people participated in this game of "hide and seek", plus Song Chunyang who broke in halfway.

One man sneered at the girl's enthusiasm and said rudely, "Xiaoguan, why tell me so much?"

After a simple self-introduction, Song Chunyang learned that the real name of "Xiaoguan" was Guan Qiaoqiao.

She probably felt guilty for failing to help Song Chunyang escape, saying, "Since you met, it's fate."

Song Chunyang moved and sucked his nose aggrieved, "I'm sorry, I have a boyfriend."

Guan Qiaoqiao: "..." Oh, that's really unfortunate.

Song Chunyang's mind was a pot of gruel at the moment, and Guan Qiaoqiao's explanation was confused. When everyone stood up and stepped into the densely covered street, Song Chunyang followed the army and went out with the army.

His every move is like the horror movie that he ca n’t wait to put a cannon fodder “fire on me” on his forehead, and no wonder no one is optimistic about him.

Entering the parallel space-time street has lost its usual prosperity. The white mist is extremely dense. If you take a breath, you will feel a slight discomfort in your lungs.

The brightly lit street just now had fallen into silence, and the only living people stood at the door of the milk tea shop, hushed with cold white gas, and looked around hurriedly.

There are still a few streetlights left, but they can not play a reassuring role at this time. The dim yellow light cast was diluted several times by the fog, and it looked like a one-eyed peeping hidden in a crack in the wall.

After the last person stepped out of the tea shop, the lights inside the shop went out automatically.

There was a countdown in the depths of the dense fog.

"One-are you hiding? Two-are you hiding? Three ..."

The sounds came from all directions, from different vocal cords, different genders, delicate, thick, crisp, hoarse, sad, joyful ... All sounds reverberated in the dense fog, as if everywhere.

Some even felt that one of the sounds came from their feet.

He jumped away in a hurry.

According to Guan Qiaoqiao, after a few hundred countdowns, the ghost will have the entities and rights to move freely.

Similarly, according to Guan Qiaoqiao, in the early stage of the mission, the ghosts will have certain restrictions, and the rules of activities are also traceable. The closer to the time limit, the more freedom the ghosts will have.

And they are going to play hide and seek with ghosts for an hour in this street.

No one wants to take this newcomer with a dejected face and leave with each other. In the end, it is only coincidence that stays with Song Chunyang.

Guan Qiaoqiao saw that he was still wiping his eyes, quite helpless: "Let's go. If crying is useful, we ..."

Song Chunyang wiped off the water mist on the eyelashes, and also removed the beautiful pupils in the eyes.

In the dark night, Song Chunyang's eyes, washed with tears, are exceptionally clear, like a gem with a good texture, and he can still distinguish the unusual color under the dim light of a street lamp.

Guan Qiaoqiao was surprised: "Your eyes ..."

Song Chunyang with a nasal voice: "Don't say a man is wearing a beautiful pupil."

Guan Qiaoqiao: "... Okay, I won't say."

Song Chunyang stood in place and looked around.

The magic sound-filled 3D stereo report has successfully interfered with everyone's hearing, but Song Chunyang did not hesitate to choose a direction, then pulled Guan Qiaoqiao's hand straight and ran straight.

Song Chunyang said: "The number is less here."

Guan Qiaoqiao: "How do you know ..."

Song Chunyang turned to look at Guan Qiaoqiao.

Without further explanation, his eyes with abnormal pupils are already very convincing.

He can see where those things are. This undoubtedly helped the two greatly.

Song Chunyang found a shop that was clean inside and out to ensure access to the front and rear doors, and pulled Guan Qiaoqiao behind the counter.

At the end of the count, a man's scream came from a jade shop not far from the two.

...... Listening to the voice, it happened to be the man who just called Guan Qiaoqiao in the tea shop just now.

I'm afraid that this person is too bad luck, he thought he had found a place to ward off evil spirits, and when he turned his face, he squatted beside him.

Song Chunyang headed out from the cabinet and saw a girl whose limbs and skull were twisted one hundred and eighty degrees, giggling, and arched upside down on the limbs, chasing after the screaming man .

Song Chunyang: "..." Blind dog eyes.

Not long after, horrible bites and devours came from not far away, the man shouted and screamed, his nails scratched the ground frantically, and it was clearly audible in the quiet streets.

He retracted the counter, grabbed the equally pale hand of Guan Qiaoqiao, and shook it comfortably.

... Anyway, he must go back.

Yuan Benshan is still waiting for him to watch a movie.

No one else can see it, but according to the distribution of the ghosts he saw in this area, Song Chunyang can tell that they are probably distributed according to an ancient evil hexagram.

Following his grandmother, Song Chunyang learned a lot of miscellaneous ancient teachings, knowing that there is a practice method, which must be painted with the bones of a disabled person.

The two were hiding here, really frightened and bored. Guan Qiaoqiao had nothing to say, pulled Song Chunyang's hand, and wrote in his palm, "What did you just see?"

Song Chunyang nodded and wrote: "Bottle Girl."

If Song Chunyang was right, just chasing the man's girl and observing his appearance, it should be the "Bottle Girl" recorded in an ancient book of blame.

In ancient times, human traffickers stole or bought little girls and would sell them to some jugglers. They would prepare a vase about half a person tall for the purpose of beating their heads. Come face to face, choose a fine diet to feed every day, and cut a small mouth under the vase to facilitate cleaning and drowning.

Some girls are well-adapted and can nourish and moisturize before the flowers are dried up and guests lose interest in watching and rewarding, but some girls have grown bones and ca n’t accommodate the vase, so they can barely break their hands and feet and grow abnormal .

But sometimes this doesn't help.

Once the bottle was cracked by the abnormally developed bones, the girls who had been raised to waste their hands and feet became worthless and became a burden, only to be thrown into the wilderness to feed the dogs.

Some people believe that evil methods and evil ways, such high-priced girls are collected everywhere, in order to extract their bones and help them to immortal.

Guan Qiaoqiao also knew some ancient anecdotes, swallowed his saliva, and asked Song Chunyang stroke by stroke: "Can I really rise to the immortal?"

Song Chunyang replied: "No eggs."

Fairyland is not responsible for recycling garbage. This is probably the worst time that Fairy has been hacked.

These tragic girls are just some of the dream tools that noble officials desire to step up to the sky.

If Song Chunyang's reasoning is correct, the Zhengxin Street block should be the place where this magic technique has been painted.

The formation method is to use the ashes to draw the gossip niches one by one. The so-called gossip symbol, to put it plainly, is composed of a length and a short path.

These long and short roads are drawn from the ashes of these deeply grieving souls. It can be seen that their locations can only be confined to these straight lines, and the so-called "hide and seek" is also very simple, just need to bypass these areas. .

Song Chunyang leaned his head on the counter and tried to force himself to calm down.

According to Guan Qiaoqiao, over time, the restrictions imposed by the host system on ghosts will gradually be released.

What does this "restriction" mean? It's nothing more than the ability of the ghost and the range of activity.

The circle around Song Chunyang is simple. He has never encountered evil spirits. The worst evils he has encountered in his life can cause a fever at most, and then squatting on the bedside of the house to bruise his teeth.

Guan Qiaoqiao also said that the "main system" will not set a mortal situation, so at least it means that the ghosts here will not listen to breath, and will not have perverted skills such as clairvoyance and perspective. Otherwise, they may have long ago Collective farts caught cold.

The death of the man in the jade shop reflected one thing from the side: within the scope delimited by the ashes, the ghost had a strong ability.

At least to see the bottle of son-in-law running every day, the speed is close to the female leopard.

Under such circumstances, if the ghost ability is relaxed, they might as well commit suicide now, maybe even more simply.

Song Chunyang continued scratching his ears.

As a result, the scope of the ghost's movement should change. It stands to reason that the matrix method shape will not change, so if the main system wants to increase the difficulty, the Gua matrix is ​​likely to change from stationary to motion.

As for whether it is clockwise, counterclockwise, or pan, you need to observe more.

... The reason why they didn't kill them all at once was that the so-called "main system" wanted to absorb more fear energy.

And what is the so-called "fear energy"?

Song Chunyang was thinking wildly, and suddenly heard that the glass door behind him was opened by something.

Guan Qiaoqiao held his hand suddenly.

When they both held their breath, they heard the rolling sound of some kind of round hard object.

The object rolled to the bottom of Song Chunyang's feet, turned around, and turned out to be the head of a little girl.

She smiled sweetly: "Caught you."

Guan Qiaoqiao almost screamed, but Song Chunyang immediately covered her mouth.

However, the seemingly calm Song Chunyang consciousness has been in a coma for several seconds. His mind is full of barrage of "grass mud horse, bowling" and "throwing equipment is too much".

After a long delay, the head found nothing and rolled away.

Song Chunyang shook his hand and wrote in the same shaking Guan Qiaoqiao's hand: "It's just a dead man's head."

This head had a dull look, and there was only a trace of faint spirit in it, enough for her to say a word.

Probably the bottle girl who had eaten their teammate's body found something wrong here, took off her head, and tried to test it.

If they hit, they screamed and rushed out of the shop, and they would probably meet the waiting bottle **** the street.

Sure enough, the next second, the head rolling to the metal cabinet grinned again, "Catch you."

Song Chunyang: "..." really touches porcelain by strength.

I asked a few places in the shop where people could hide, and looking for no fruit, my head rolled out again.