Game of Destiny: This player is different

Qin Nuo poked the scarf man's face with an M4 carbine.

The depression in the epidermis showed no signs of recovery, indicating that the skin and muscles had lost their elasticity and tension.

It was indeed the same as Li Jin'e's situation.

"He should be the contact person mentioned by Li Xiaobao."

Qin Nuo used the muzzle to pry open the bamboo basket and found a lot of charcoal horn mushrooms inside.

Searching the scarf man's pockets, he also found a dozen Mao bills.

I think he had already made deals with some people before arriving at the land temple.

Jin Ping Township has many villages under its jurisdiction, and it is not necessarily only the villagers of Liushu Village who secretly pick charcoal horn mushrooms.

After listening to Qin Nuo's narration, Shang Xin Yi Jian was puzzled:

"Since he is not a living person, why does he have to do business with the villagers in the name of a drug dealer?

Why don't you go into the forest to pick it yourself? Anyway, ghosts will not attack dead people."

"Maybe black mushrooms can absorb yang energy?

In name, they purchase medicinal materials, but secretly use this kind of mushroom to absorb the yang energy of living people." Hanlin Zimo replied uncertainly.

When the three of them were gathering information in Willow Village yesterday, they found that many villagers were in low spirits and spoke weakly, as if they were suffering from kidney deficiency due to lack of energy. This guess does make sense. "No." Qin Nuo shook his head. "The lack of Yang energy in Willow Village is because the Feng Shui Bureau of the reverse bow evil spirit was broken, causing the Yin energy of the ghost forest to rush in. It has little to do with the black mushrooms. The scarf man hired villagers instead of picking them himself. He might have some concerns." Concerns? "It's a pity that he can't communicate, otherwise it would be fastest to interrogate him directly, saving us from guessing here." Xinghua Weiyu kicked the scarf man in annoyance. Compared with brainstorming, she prefers the direct physical negotiation method. Either give up the information or give up your life, or both. "..." Qin Nuo was silent for a while. It was expected to squat down to the scarf man, but it was unexpected to find that the other party had suffered severe burns before his death. Tongue-pulling and blazing fire have already appeared in the Five Prisons. Could it be that the mountain walker is really cultivating ghost immortality?

In this case, wouldn't his side be facing a person who is about to become an immortal...

It's too much.

The four players hastily cleaned up the scene and killed the scarf man by the way.

There is no value in extracting intelligence, so what's the point of keeping it.

Xinghua Weiyu was about to burn it, but was stopped by Qin Nuo, who claimed that he had another use for it.

Under the strange gaze of his teammates,

he put the body into his bag and then lay back in the pit.

"What are you doing there? Hide."

Qin Nuo saw the three people standing there looking at each other, and he raised his voice to urge them.

There is still a long time left in the mission, and it is hard to say when the grave will appear.

If a few ghosts appear behind him while he is bragging and talking nonsense, he will be finished.

The land temple has returned to peace.

As if nothing had happened just now,

Everyone continued to hide a thousand meters away and no longer made any sound.

The sunlight outside the window passed by in a flash, and the shadows of the flowers on the table moved forward.

After waiting all night in vain,

the four players took advantage of the daytime to eat, sleep and adjust their status by taking turns to stand guard and keep watch.

Since the beginning of the pre-task, they have not closed their eyes for almost two days and two nights.

Even if the body can bear it, the mental state will definitely be affected.

After a short deep sleep, the day passed quickly.

The sky was dyed black again, and the second night of the players in the land temple came.

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From nine o'clock, the weather suddenly became bad.

Although it was not snowing, the howling cold wind kept blowing.

The air began to become gloomy and cold, and this feeling gradually deepened as time passed.

At about ten o'clock, the wind became stronger and stronger,

as if it was not the wind blowing, but the illusion that many people were sobbing faintly.

It made me feel creepy.

When the time came to eleven o'clock, the crying became more obvious.

However, the players did not care about the bad weather environment at the moment. They all tensed their nerves and looked forward.

In the cold night, several graves suddenly appeared.

In front of the grave was an old copper basin filled with paper ash. It seemed that someone had burned paper here to commemorate the dead before.

The cold wind blew, sweeping around, blowing the paper ash in the copper basin into the sky.

Qin Nuo narrowed his eyes slightly,

The high perception attribute allowed him to vaguely smell a faint rotten smell from a distance of a thousand meters.

The grave appeared, but the crying ghost was nowhere to be seen.

Xinghua Weiyu, more than ten meters away, also smelled the strange smell, and his delicate eyebrows could not help but frowned.

A silver-white dagger was quietly held in his hand, ready to fight at any time.

Do you want to go over?

A sad arrow was cast at the inquiring eyes.

Qin Nuo shook his head gently.

The ghost has not appeared yet, and a rash attack may alert the snake.

As everyone hesitated, they heard the sound of music from afar.

Turning their heads, they looked,

I saw a team slowly approaching in the darkness.

The leader carried a soul-guiding banner, and white paper lanterns were held on both sides.

The flames swayed in the lanterns, emitting a faint green light, which looked like a pair of strange eyes from a distance.

The team played music all the way and threw paper money as they walked.

When they got closer, they could see that it was a funeral procession.

Some held suonas, some beat gongs and drums, and some carried coffins.

Everyone's face was as white as if it was splashed with paint.

Two big red spots hung at the corners of their mouths, making the crescent-shaped smile reveal an inexplicable sense of weirdness.

"I didn't wait for the crying ghosts, but they came."

Qin Nuo muttered in his heart, secretly taking out two balls of cotton and stuffing them into his ears.

He had experienced the ability of the paper funeral procession last time.

A song "Big Funeral" can not only suppress evil spirits, but also have the effect of seducing the souls of living people.

The solution is simple, just plug your ears.

Others followed suit and blocked their hearing to prevent the mourning music from affecting them.

The music stopped abruptly, and the paper figurine team stopped in front of the land temple.

The two leading paper figurines raised the soul-guiding banner and shook it back and forth, as if performing some kind of ritual.

At the same time,

the copper basin trembled violently without anyone touching it.

A large amount of paper ash fell, spiraling against the cold wind.

Several graves were flattened little by little under this whirlwind mixed with ash.

For every inch removed, the two paper figurines shaking the soul-guiding banners would lose a large amount of paint.

"A fight against supernatural forces?"

Qin Nuo climbed out of the pit silently and moved forward more than ten meters.

Under the gaze of the players, the grave was shrinking at a speed visible to the naked eye.

When five inches of grave soil were shaved off,

the two paper figurines completely faded and collapsed powerlessly.

The paper figures that had been waiting nearby immediately took over, continuing to swing the soul-guiding banner left and right.

When the grave was completely leveled, the atmosphere suddenly became gloomy and solemn.

A hair ball first jumped out of the soil, and strands of hair swung out, knocking away several nearby paper figures.

The evil spirit instantly spread and enveloped the surroundings.

However, this ferocity did not last long, and was immediately suppressed by "The Big Funeral".

The paper figures held suona, gongs and drums, and played funeral music desperately, with the frequency of their movements much faster than before.

While the two sides were wrestling, they did not notice four figures quietly approaching in the distance.