Game of Destiny: This player is different

The paper figures were clearly well prepared, and continued to play "The Big Funeral" to suppress the resurrection of the evil spirit.

The drums and music were loud and loud,

Even though they were hundreds of meters away, the players who had their ears plugged with cotton felt their hearts tremble slightly.

The closer they got, the stronger this feeling became.

Fortunately, the music did not last too long,

The paper figures saw that the evil spirits were temporarily suppressed, and immediately dug them out of the grave and put them separately into the coffins at the back.

Head, hair hydrangea, red wedding dress and... the body of a cat?

That's not right.

Several paper figures were temporarily stiff, and they obviously couldn't understand why there was a cat's body in the grave.

However, they didn't get too entangled and still put it into the coffin.

Then they picked up the copper basin and walked towards the woods with a knock.

Out of caution,

The players did not take off their earplugs to prevent the music from affecting their minds.

But not being able to explain does not mean that they can't communicate accurately.

Qin Nuo first pointed at himself with his right hand, then pointed in the direction of the paper man, and made a following gesture with his left hand at the same time.

The general meaning was "Foluo Mi" (follow me).

This elementary diving communication gesture can be understood by anyone who has surfed the Internet.

The other three nodded, and drew an "o" shape on their heads with one hand, indicating that there was no problem.

Everyone formed a long snake formation in a column,

Hanlin Zimo took the lead, and after a sad arrow, he followed the direction where the paper man disappeared.

When passing by the grave,

Qin Nuo thought that the soil had been suppressed by the spiritual power of the mourning music, and it was unlikely to be a risk.

So he took out the engineer shovel and quickly swiped away a few square meters of soil, waiting for a slow study in the future.

Seeing this, Xinghua Weiyu pondered for two seconds and then copied the gourd.

But she didn't go that far, just grabbed a handful.

The group stepped on the frozen soil and snow into the woods and followed the paper man funeral team at a relatively safe distance.

As soon as they stepped into it, everyone felt that the surrounding atmosphere became inexplicably oppressive and heavy.

Hanlin Zimo, who was walking in the front, looked around and felt a strange feeling in his heart.

It was as if someone was secretly watching him in the dark when he was walking at night, and there was more than one person.

He pointed his finger at himself and drew an oval including his head, torso, and limbs,

meaning "I feel uncomfortable".

The last time the players crossed the ghost forest, they were attacked. If they had not run fast at that time, they would have been left there.

Now the situation is different when crossing again.

They need to go deep into the forest to find the hiding place of the hikers.

It is equivalent to knowing that there is a tiger above, but going to the tiger mountain.

Qin Nuo thought about it and reminded Hanlin Zimo to take out the [portable oil lamp].

The latter understood and immediately took out the 25-centimeter-high retro kerosene lamp and lit it.

The flame lit up, emitting a green light,

Looking somewhat similar to the white paper lantern of the paper man.

The coverage area was about five meters, just covering the four players.

Hanlin Zimo pulled the oil lamp back and forth and found that those who had been lurking and coveting just now fled far away after the light of the fire lit up.

It really works.

He secretly breathed a sigh of relief, but then he thought about it and felt palpitations again.

The effect of the oil lamp is to dispel supernatural life forms with malicious intent, so isn’t the thing staring at him just now a ghost?

If there is no such item, he will probably be besieged by a group of ghosts immediately.

"Keep going."

Qin Nuo pushed from behind and urged with his eyes.

The lamp oil is limited, and it cannot be replenished after it is burned out.

If they don’t find the hiker before it runs out, they will be trapped in the ghost forest.

Hanlin Zimo glanced at the rapidly burning kerosene lamp, his eyes narrowed slightly, and he subconsciously quickened his pace.

Time passed slowly,

As the team of paper figures in front continued to advance, the players had unknowingly completely penetrated into the woods.

Surrounded by old trees with dark trunks and sparse branches and leaves in front and behind,

They were not very thick, but they were quite dense.

One by one, they stood in place, endlessly as if there was no end in sight.

Qin Nuo noticed that there were no weeds in the woods, only a thick layer of fallen leaves and dead branches.

And the deeper they went, the thinner the snow on the ground became.

This was different from the last time they came in.

In addition, although the path chosen by the paper figures was winding, there was no tree blocking the way along the way, as if someone had cleared it in advance.

Qin Nuo did not forget to observe while hurrying on his way.

There were too many strange places, it was really hard not to let people imagine.

Xinghua Weiyu's delicate eyebrows frowned secretly, and she kept stuffing candy into her mouth. It seems that they are also brainstorming.

Fortunately, the props given by the system are very effective, dispelling the dangers along the way and preventing the players from encountering any accidents.

Unfortunately, the props cannot be taken out of the script world.

Otherwise, taking one with you during the supernatural mission can avoid many unsafe factors.Su.

Qin Nuo was deeply distressed about this.

In this way, the group wandered around in the woods for a long time.

When Hanlin Zimo began to feel visual fatigue, the team of paper figures in front suddenly disappeared.

"Huh?"

He couldn't help but let out a light exclamation, and the whole person was stunned.

Rubbing his eyeballs, looking carefully, the paper figures were indeed gone.

Ah, this...

Hanlin Zimo scratched his head and didn't understand the situation.

Qin Nuo took out a piece of coated paper, sprinkled some fine sand on it, and lifted it with one hand to move steadily.

After confirming that there was no obvious vibration change in the sand, he took off the earplugs with confidence.

"There is no sound source fluctuation around, it seems that the paper figures did disappear abruptly."

He put away the small props and waved his hand to indicate.

The three teammates looked suspicious and looked around.

How could they suddenly disappear?

"Could it be that the other party used a trick similar to the Flying Thunder God?" Sad Arrow made a guess.

"Flying Thunder God?"

Xinghua Weiyu squinted her eyes and complained: "That level of ability may require a level 20 player to master it.

If the paper man really has that strength, I will apply to withdraw from the mission now."

What a joke,

The cricket paper man has the strength of a level 20 player, how many levels must the person behind the scenes be?

The average level of players is only about level 12, so there is no point in playing with such a big gap.

As the saying goes, one strength defeats ten skills,

In the face of an absolute strength gap, any strategy is child's play.

"It shouldn't be a teleportation trick." Qin Nuo shook his head, "The system will not issue a difficult task that is too high beyond the player's ability.

Even if the enemy is stronger than us, it will not be ridiculously strong.

In addition, I watched closely and didn't find that the paper man did anything else."

He rubbed his chin and looked forward: "Maybe there is some kind of isolation barrier that only specific targets can pass through.

Let's go and take a look first."

After that, the four players stepped forward on the winding path.

When they walked a hundred meters away, the oil lamp in Hanlin Zimo's hand crackled and burned violently.

The dark green flames glowed with a brighter light than before.

A thin layer of mist filled the woods, like smog, filling the air with a chilly feeling.

Qin Nuo circulated the Nine Yang Sutra, letting the true energy attach to his palm, and reached out to explore.

He took a deep breath, feeling the repulsion coming from his arm: "Sure enough, there is a barrier."