Can you do some personnel work?

The surrounding inner walls were brushed extremely pale, but on this once pale, countless "囍" characters were written densely, and I couldn't feel the slightest blessing. What I could feel was that it seemed to be vicious. The ultimate curse.

"Look at the decorations here, does it look like when the Lin family had a banquet today?"

Some players noticed the surrounding environment and asked in a pointed voice.

"Could it be someone from the Lin family who did it?"

"Probably."

"There's something under the coffin lid."

With a sudden reminder, the three people's attention once again locked the resting coffin lid.

Although the light inside was not very good, I could barely notice a corner of an ancient book hidden somewhere in the shadow of the coffin lid.

Before one of them stepped forward to collect it, it seemed that something suddenly grabbed the other end of the ancient book and dragged the book back abruptly.

The bodies of the three froze together, and almost instinctively grabbed the cursed object in their respective pockets.

At the same time, the blood in the coffin was violently tossing, and there was a vague figure struggling to sit up from it.

It's just that with the churning of the blood, the bronze nails are gradually revealed, tightly controlling the opponent's range of activities.

Even though the bloody hands with barely visible skin had grabbed the side of the coffin, they still couldn't sit up.

I don't know how long the tug of war lasted, and finally the figure in the bloody water seemed to give up on getting out of trouble, and slowly hid away, silently waiting for the next opportunity.

It's just that it was so active that the three players who witnessed the whole process were soaked in cold sweat.

"Half a ghost?"

"My cursed thing won't work!"

"Me too, there was no reaction at all just now."

"Huh? Mine still works, what's going on?"

The three of them stared blankly at the cursed objects in their respective pockets, which were in good condition and showed no signs of damage or recovery.

It's just that when the bloody figure was active, these cursed things seemed to be all dead, as if they were avoiding something.

Before they could think about the reason, a black needle tied with a blood thread hung above their heads at some point, perfectly hidden in the darkness.

The moment the needle pointed at a person, he was about to slowly sneak closer.

With the sudden approach of the three breaths, the black needle seemed to have a premonition of something, and hurriedly shrank back, skillfully falling into a state of pretending to be dead...

77. Three Black Avatars

"This ancestral hall looks a little evil."

"There are quite a lot of ghosts left in the ghosts wandering, so be careful."

Qin Zheng looked at the dilapidated ancestral hall in front of him, and he couldn't help but feel a chill in his heart.

The ghosts wandering here are very messy, as if they are constantly wandering around here, but they cannot enter the ancestral hall, as if there is something inside that shocks the ghosts.

And Su Zitu seemed to notice something, and his heart sank slightly——

"Someone went to the ancestral hall before us."

"Well, but it doesn't matter, they were stunned before they had time to explore."

Qin Zheng said casually and took the lead to continue walking inside.

In his field of vision, the information of the three players in the ancestral hall has been clearly presented in front of him. For his group, the threat is not too great.

But what is more striking is that the scarlet words inside the ancestral hall indicate——【囍Coffin】!

[囍coffin, nailing a dying person with great resentment into the coffin, can create ghosts, according to the resentment before death to determine the level of ghosts after death, up to half ghost level]

[Whenever a ghost is born from this coffin, the last residence of the ghost will get random blessings, and it will also deprive some important things. After the ghost is born, it will return here as soon as possible to kill all living people]

[When the ghost is born, it will also nourish the coffin, and continuously increase the horror level of the coffin. When the nourishment reaches a certain level, there will be a half-special ghost that is infinitely close to the ghost level. 】

"Can it be dismantled!"

Qin Zheng asked decisively, no need to think about it to know what big moves this thing will make in the future!

[Cannot be dismantled, only forced detention and blockade can be carried out. At present, the ghost in the coffin is only short of the birth of the last half-special ghost. It already has the basic ability to move, but it cannot be escaped after being nailed in the coffin]

[This thing is the reason why the ghosts outside the village are temporarily suppressed, so that they cannot enter, but the effect of shock and deterrence is gradually weakening, and it will be completely ineffective tomorrow night]

[At this time, a player is planning to pull out the largest bronze nail in the coffin and take it for himself. Please stop it immediately, otherwise the ghosts in the coffin will escape from the coffin and find a target to increase their terror level by themselves]

"Zhang Fa, ready to grab a coffin inside."

"it is good!"

A simple proposal, the answer is also without hesitation.

It seems that they have cooperated and rehearsed countless times, and the movements of the two can be said to be completely synchronized to take out the bandit mask from the storage ring.

Once the mask is put on, skillfully take out the gun, check, load, check the watch...

The whole process of the movement was smooth and not sloppy at all, and Su Zitu's expression on the side was a little subtle.

Why did I suddenly feel that I didn't keep up with the rhythm of the two, and it was a little shameful?

He also noticed Su Zitu who was in a daze. After Zhang Fa hesitated for a while, he actually took out another bandit mask, and Qin Zheng handed over an ancient bronze box!

Under Su Zitu's dazed gaze, the two of them shoved the things directly—

"Hurry up and put it on, the three black avatars can't be messed up."

"Let you use this ancient box first, and it will be used instead of bricks. If the people inside block it, you may need to do it."

"it is good!"

Su Zitu was not hypocritical. After nodding heavily, he put on the bandit mask and put on the clothes of the Republic of China that had been idle for a long time.

The moment the three were ready, they rushed into the ancestral hall for the first time.

Zhang Fa habitually shouted loudly—

"Robbery! I squat down for everything!! Anyone who dares to move, I will shoot him!! All the valuable things on the body are thrown out, and the ones that don't have collapsed on the spot!!!"

"..."

Qin Zheng and Su Zitu, who were rushing to the side, stumbled suddenly, almost tripping over them.

Did this guy wake up directly after wearing the mask?

The three players in the ancestral hall were also startled by the sudden loud roar. When they looked back at the three players whose style of painting was completely different from this game, their eyelids jumped wildly.

What are these three things? !

Of course, Zhang Fa's voice was a little out of control, but his body still followed Qin Zheng and Su Zitu straight to the coffin in the center.

Also aware of the purpose of the three, the three players naturally would not let them succeed, and the magic power in the body instinctively became restless.

The skin on one of them wriggled strangely, as if a new body was about to break free, but it still failed to tear the skin.

The sharp claws continued to spread across the skin to Zhang Fa, who spoke first, and the fruit knife in the other's hand was also quickly stained with a layer of blood.

Just before they could attack Zhang Fa and the others, a figure shot backward like a cannonball, smashed into a far corner, and after a flutter, there was no movement.

Before the two of them could react from their confusion, Su Zitu's hand had already caught the ghost hand under the skin.

And the ghost under the skin seemed to have seen something extremely terrifying, and suddenly struggled and retracted frantically.

But Su Zitu had no intention of letting go at all. While holding onto the ghost's hand, the bronze ancient box smashed into the player's head extremely fiercely.

It was at this moment that a silver light flashed past Su Zitu's peripheral vision in vain, and he just turned his head--

"Snapped!!"

The crisp slap in the face resounded in vain in the ancestral hall, and the air was faintly solidified at this moment.

Su Zitu's face darkened a little under the mask. After a box directly smashed the player in his hand and passed out, he stared badly at the only third player who was currently awake.

The blue veins in the jade hand frantically tore off the knife handle that was stuck on his face mask, and a slightly cold tone sounded faintly——

"The knife handle you threw?"

Knife handle? !

The player looked at the knife handle in Su Zitu's hand with a confused expression, but could not find the position of the knife body at all.

Before he could think about it, a fist the size of a sandbag was already in front of him.

With the muffled sound of his heart trembling, the moment the player fell heavily, he finally saw the blade inserted into the ceiling.

Why on the ceiling? ? ?

Silently looking at the player who passed out with hatred, Qin Zheng and Zhang Fa looked at each other, feeling that they had just been a little bloody.

This Su Zitu can kill indiscriminately by himself!

"Okay, it's all done, just move the coffin and leave!"

Su Zitu greeted quickly, and just wanted to lift the coffin, but his eyes twitched when he saw Qin Zheng and Zhang Fa excitedly approaching the three players.

"Hurry up and see if there is anything good."

"This is mine, that Zhang Fa is yours, Zi Tu, don't be stunned, hurry up and search for the third one!"

78. The cooperation model of professional teams

"Have you found anything good?"

"Not much, just two cursed things, how about you?"

"I didn't find it."

"Where are you putting this liar?"

Zhang Fa squinted at Qin Zheng, who was full of nonsense, obviously not believing that this guy would be empty-handed.

As for Su Zitu's side, he looked at a cursed object in his hand with a tangled face.

According to his original habit, he usually catches the opponent and beats him hard, and after the opponent is convinced, he beats him and throws it away.

Up to now, after following these two guys, I always feel that I can't grab something after the fight, and I feel like I'm a jerk.

Why is this happening?

"Okay, the harvest will be counted later, and the coffin will be carried away first. If this thing continues to be put here, there will definitely be an accident."

Qin Zheng said hello, Zhang Fa and Su Zitu did not delay, and after throwing things into their pockets, they went straight to the coffin.

Looking at the strange situation inside the coffin, all three felt an inexplicable chill.

Su Zitu glanced at the blood at the bottom of the coffin, and even felt a needle-like sense of crisis, as if indicating that if the contents escaped, it might pose a threat to him.

"Zhang Fa, hold your hand and put the lid back on the coffin."

"Okay, do you want to seal it up a little bit by the way?"

"good idea."

Under the watchful eyes of Su Zitu, Qin Zheng and Zhang Fa moved the coffin lid back to its proper position and quickly took out the hammer.

"Why do you carry a hammer with you?"

"The necessities of life, naturally you have to carry them. You can see that you just need them now."

Zhang Fa smiled and hit the bronze nail on the coffin lid with a "bang bang bang".

It was not until all the bronze nails were nailed to death that he nodded in satisfaction.

"I shouldn't be able to open it now, where will it go?"

"Buy it anywhere, bury it deeper."

"Row!"

After Qin Zheng and Zhang Fa covered their own tablecloths on the coffin and covered their appearance a little, the three of them lifted the coffin and quickly rushed out of the ancestral hall.

However, just as the three of them left the ancestral hall, two pairs of pale hands appeared behind a player at an unknown time. One of them covered the opponent's mouth, and the other hand slammed into his eyes. .

The faint stirring and tearing sound drifted away in the ancestral hall, without awakening the other two players.

As the eyes were dug out, a certain ghost energy gradually penetrated into the player's body, and his body continued to struggle and flutter.