Game of Destiny: This player is different

The dead touch the ground, the living marry the corpse, the old dog digs the grave, the ghost asks for directions...

A careful reading of the strange stories from ancient times to the present can reveal a common point.

The evil spirits harm people according to certain rules.

For example, when you are walking alone at night, you suddenly hear someone calling your name from behind.

When you turn around, there is no one.

When you turn around again, you will feel a cool breeze blowing on your neck, just like someone blowing on your back.

Don't panic.

This is just the evil spirit blowing out a fire on your shoulder.

Keep your mind steady, close your eyes and walk straight forward.

Don't pay attention to any sounds you hear during this period.

Whether it is your wife, parents, relatives or friends, you cannot open your eyes.

If you feel scared, you can also sing and dance to boost your courage.

In short, you can't lose your spirit to prevent the evil spirits from taking advantage of you.

Of course, if you are lucky enough to meet a beautiful ghost, and you are not afraid of getting a serious illness afterwards...

It is not impossible.

At the moment, Qin Nuo inferred that the old lady in the shroud in front of him was a demon that followed the rules to harm people.

"If I agree, it is equivalent to accepting the request to borrow Yang Qi.

There is so much dust in the basin, I am afraid that this old lady has borrowed a lot of Yang Qi."

He joked, but he was thinking about how to get rid of it.

If there is a ghost wall, it is not possible to force it.

It is the choice of a reckless man to fight head-on.

What to do...

Qin Nuo squatted beside the brazier, quietly watching the old lady in the shroud take out a piece of paper money and put it into the brazier to burn.

Take out another one and put it in to burn.

In this way, the paper money in the bag seems endless.

"The bag in her hand was neither bulging nor deflated, and she only took out one piece of paper money each time.

In addition, it is very unreasonable for demons to burn paper money.

The so-called burning of paper money is actually the way relatives living in the world burn sacrifices and incense to pass on their thoughts to the underworld.

How much remittance the deceased can receive does not depend on the face value of the burned paper, but on how many descendants participate in the sacrifice, how long it lasts, and how much merit they have done.

In short, burning paper money is only useful if it is done by living people."

Qin Nuo's mind moved, and he suddenly asked: "Old lady, may I ask your name? "The old lady was unwilling to take care, but still creened her lips:" What is my last name? " The words say: "Cow, sheep, cows, cows!" "Yes, oxygen, yes?" "Cow!" "Niu Yang's cow !!" The last throat was very high. . The palm of the chicken feet was trembling, but I wanted to stand up but almost fell into a ravioli. "Heh, I can't kill you."

Qin Nuo remained calm on the surface, but secretly activated the title skill, which suddenly increased the perception attribute.

Indistinctly, he found that the appearance of the old lady in the shroud in front of him had changed.

The dry and shriveled face like bark gradually stretched, the chin shrank, and the nose wings turned outward.

The turbid eyeballs continued to lengthen into almond shapes, reflecting a faint green light under the light of the iron basin.

The head shape changed from walnut to round, and coarse whiskers grew on both cheeks.

The lips protruded an inch, the eye sockets were sunken, and the hair turned from gray to pear blossom color.

At first glance, it looked like a monster with a cat's head and a human body...

Cat-faced old lady!

"So this is the real body."

After Qin Nuo found out the other party's identity, he turned off the title skill.

After a short period of emotional loss of control, the other party calmed down and stabilized the illusory appearance again.

The two fell into a strange and brief silence.

The cat-faced old lady wanted Qin Nuo to break the rules and take away the Yang Qi.

Qin Nuo saw the truth and refused to be fooled.

If this continues, no one can do anything to anyone.

However, time is meaningless to the demons.

For players, it is very scarce.

Qin Nuo decided to try a method.

He wanted to burn paper.

Under the almost cannibalistic gaze of the cat-faced old lady, Qin Nuo threw the new version of paper money he brought into the brazier.

The highly flammable paper money was ignited by the flames and burned into a pile of ashes in the blink of an eye.

"Tutu, why did you go so early, leaving Grandpa Niu to send off the young."

Qin Nuo muttered while throwing paper money, his tone sad."..."

Cat-faced old lady: "Young man, didn't you say your son is fine?"

Qin Nuo: "Yes, but I didn't say I only have one son?"

"Then...then, what do you mean by using my brazier to burn paper money for your son?"

"Old lady, your surname is Niu, and mine is Niu too. We were one family five hundred years ago. Burn the paper money and they will definitely receive it."

Fuck, we were one family five hundred years ago.

I feel like you are taking advantage of me.

The cat-faced old lady's eyes twitched wildly, and she wanted to stop Qin Nuo, but she was afraid of breaking the rules.

She could only stare blankly and squat beside him.

Thinking that he didn't have much paper money in his hand, she just endured it.

The result...two minutes later.

Qin Nuo burned a bag of new paper money and took out a stack of gold ingots from his backpack.

Cat-faced old lady: I ​​endured it.

After the gold ingots were burned, Qin Nuo took out a stack of ghost money with Franklin's head printed on it from his backpack.

Cat-faced old lady: ... I can bear it.

When Franklin was finished burning, Qin Nuo took out a board of paper cows, paper horses, paper mobile phones from his backpack again...

Cat-faced old lady: I, I can still bear it!

A lot of funeral supplies were thrown in.

The ash in the brazier was getting more and more, but the flame was getting smaller and smaller.

At the same time, the cat-faced old lady's face turned pale and her figure was a little shaky.

"Young man, if you are done burning, leave quickly..."

She advised weakly.

"No, Tutu has been spoiled since he was a child. I can't let him suffer down there."

Qin Nuo refused with a serious face, and took out a lot of cardboard wrapped in gold and silver foil from his backpack again, and performed handwork to fold paper money on the spot.

Creak, creak...

The cat-faced old lady clenched her teeth, and wanted to rush over and yell: "I beg you to leave, please, leave! ah!!"

Unfortunately, she couldn't do that.

If you don't follow the rules, even if it's a demon, you will end up with your body and soul destroyed.

Seeing the other party become weak, Qin Nuo was happy.

He folded the paper money faster.

Ever since he experienced the mission of bus No. 15, he has developed the habit of carrying ghost money with him.

In addition, the location of this mission is the crematorium, so he packed dozens of kilograms of it into his backpack.

Anyway, it only takes up one grid, so you can stuff as much as you want.

If the mission time is not limited, it won't be a problem to burn until dawn.

The premise is that the cat-faced old lady can hold on.

"The fire in the brazier should be maintained by the demon's own yin energy. If ordinary people are possessed and touch the paper money, she will take away their yang energy by burning the paper money."

Qin Nuo squinted at the demon whose face was getting paler and paler, and his hands kept moving.

"The underworld has its own rules. I use the paper money I bring to burn. Not only can she not intercept it, but she has to help deliver it to the underworld. If she violates the rules, I'm afraid she will be punished without me having to do anything.

The more I burn, the more it will cost her."

Ten pounds, twenty pounds, thirty pounds...

As the paper money poured into the brazier, the cat-faced old lady's face became as white as paper, almost transparent!

She couldn't even maintain her illusory appearance, revealing her true face.

When the ashes in the brazier were about to overflow, only a small flame as big as a fingernail was left swaying on it.

The cat-faced old lady swayed and finally knelt down.

PS: Today, my head seems to be constantly chiseled by a pile driver, so I write more casually.

Dear readers, please bear with me...

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