People in the original god, the innkeeper, oppressing his sister

If I had known earlier, I should have gone back to the house to rest cleanly.

As for why she didn't leave now, after thinking about the specific reason, she glanced at Gu Bai, and it wasn't because of this bastard!

You have set off the atmosphere, so who can go back to sleep like this!

"Well, what happened?"

The culprit blinked at her unconsciously.

"No, it's fine."

Yula squeezed out a smile, and handed the juice to the listless Paimon like coaxing a child, her encouraging eyes were self-evident.

Come on!Try to bring all their styles to one side!

Gu Bai watched this abnormal scene with his eyelids twitching.

Hey, when did Miss Vengeance have such a gentle and considerate side?

Your reaction was scarier than the Paimon story, okay...

That being said, the necessary encouragement is needed. After all, the purpose of the game is to hope that everyone has a good time. If someone is hit by this, it will deviate from the original intention.

So he looked at Paimon:

"Don't be discouraged, it's actually okay, the idea is very good, but there is something wrong with the way of telling it, and then, it's too anticlimactic."

Gu Bai thought about it carefully, and prepared to make some serious suggestions:

"Since everyone is sitting together to tell stories, we should try to avoid written expressions, such as inner monologues, and this kind of expression should not be allowed."

"Of course it's okay to write it on paper, but you and the audience think about it differently. If you really want to tell it, isn't this kind of psychological activity very offensive?"

Pymon nodded reassuringly.

"Yes." Ying also took the words, "Also, even though it is a fictitious story, you must pay attention to logic. For example, if this story is told by you, it will lose the sense of immersion from the very beginning."

"I think the logic is okay, you see - found slime, collected clues, investigated the scene, stepped on slime, suddenly killed..."

"That's not the problem, the slime thing..."

Gu Bai took a sip of tea slowly:

"You are flying, don't be afraid of this."

Then there was a long silence.

This kind of atmosphere made Gu Bai feel familiar, a little flustered, but luckily it was just ghost story time.

"Speaking of which, what exactly is that thing, the maker of that puddle of slime?"

Even though the story was unfinished, Ying was still curious.

"This...haha, actually I didn't think about it just now, so I fooled it like that first..."

Paimon said weakly.

"Don't rush to be the first if you don't think about it."

Ying held her forehead and snorted softly:

"Let me tell you next, why I am a traveler and you can only be emergency food."

Then she took a sip of water, and her voice became as low as Gu Bai's when the lights were turned off, which made Yula unconsciously tighten the blanket on her body:

"Before I met you, I encountered such a thing when I was traveling around."

The temperature in the air seemed to drop a few degrees.

"It's in a far, far away place, a story about a Qiuqiu man without a mask..."

Longqitan under the Moon: Chapter 84 Red Pine Forest

"There is a small town in a remote mountain range.

Next to the town is a red pine forest.

There is not much arable land in the town, and the residents live by hunting from the woods. The hunters capture the animals in the mountains and forests, and then sell their fur and meat products to nearby cities.

Life in the small town is calm and peaceful, but the most troublesome thing for people is the monsters living in the woods, whether it is the settlement of Qiuqiu people who often haunt, or the deceitful flowers disguised as plants, once you encounter them, you will often lose money. heavy.

——Fight against monsters.It is no exaggeration to say that a large part of the energy of the entire town is spent on this place.

In the past period of time, it is not that no one tried to carve out a safe space in it. Experienced hunters brought young adults, dry food, hounds and muskets into the woods, but the red color gradually engulfed their figures .

No one seems to know where this red pine forest is today.

It was autumn when I came to the town, the weather turned cold, and even the color of the forest gradually changed from red to golden.It has been a long time since the monsters inside have rioted.

Life is not bad these days. In the only tavern in the town, after a day's work, for this group of hunters, getting drunk with their companions is the best way to relax.

I earn my living by accepting some commissions, and when I feel tired, I will go to that tavern to sit in that tavern—I can’t remember the exact day, but one day when I was drinking, I heard a word that gradually spread from the hunter’s mouth. information.

About the most terrifying existence in this forest.

It's not ancient plants that can manipulate elemental power, it's not the dangerous and manic King Qiuqiu, and it's not some mysterious species that suddenly appeared;

It was a tall, maskless Qiuqiu man.

There are many rumors about it, but they may not be true news. People can always weave all kinds of realistic stories in their spare time, but no matter what, these have nothing to do with me. I am just an adventurer who wants to make a living .

It was another day of drinking, and the rumor seemed to have gained some truth. A hunter had disappeared.It was last seen in the tavern last night.

In his impression, he was very interested in that Qiuqiu man, and every time he heard about it, he would be excited to participate in the discussion. But just last night, maybe because he was drunk, he made a bet with the skeptic on a whim, planning to find out .

Then he took the shotgun up the mountain.

Red engulfed his figure, so far he got the news of his disappearance.

Someone speculated that his disappearance was related to the rumors, maybe he really ran into that maskless Qiuqiu man?I want to use this to prove the existence of "it".

But every year, there are not a few hunters who die due to accidents, and this alone is too far-fetched.

Human beings, when you feel "far-fetched", it means that you have hesitation in your heart to believe-because you often don't bother to make judgments about things you are not interested in.

Want to believe, but think that the existing evidence is difficult to obtain rational support, so I feel far-fetched.

My heart is loosening, what happened to me...

But regardless of the mystifying factor in this rumor, this matter itself can indeed arouse people's curiosity.

You know, in the past adventure career... no, it should be said that in the common sense of beings in this continent, monsters like Qiuqiu people all wear masks, even if they are killed, it is difficult to leave a corpse. And even if they tried their best to stay, the moment the mask was removed, those corpses would be scattered into ashes.

What does a Qiuqiu look like without a mask...it really arouses people's curiosity,

I admit.

The hunter's disappearance was finally buried by time. After half a month, it was difficult to hear about him in the tavern.

I continued to make commissions, planning to go into the jungle to do big things. If it goes well, the money I earn back will be worth a few weeks' salary.

What's more, there are always prey, but the market of the Adventurer's Association will not always be good.

Time flies, the town has entered winter, and the scenery on the street has changed.

Among these changes, the only thing that hasn't changed is that the most popular topic in the tavern is still the Qiuqiu man without a mask.There seems to be a growing trend.

As I said before, in this small town that lives on hunting, casualties are very common. The news of the Qiuqiu people has not made much progress, but I have observed an interesting change——

In the past, when someone died, they would usually say, "I encountered a monster while hunting."

But now, it has become, "He, he accidentally ran into that maskless Qiuqiu man, and he hasn't come back since then..."

The most notable change is that there are fewer and fewer people in the tavern.

In the fashionable new parlance above, they didn't meet God, they met "It."

And those who saw it never came back.

Red engulfed their figures.

Heh, a joke was told by me...

Finally, I entered the woods in rare sunny weather and made full preparations for this operation. Unfortunately, the harvest on the first day was not satisfactory, and I only caught one wild boar after spending half a day.

The second day is two ends.

The third day is three heads.

I don't know if thirty will be caught in a month.

It's a pity that the above is just for fun, in fact, it can't stay for so long.

The fact that the supplies he brought out this time is not enough is one factor, and the second factor is more or less mysterious——

This is a local rumor, don't spend the night in the red pine forest.

It is impossible to judge the time of its birth, and the reason is also vague. Some say that groups of monsters will appear at night, or they will lose the protection of their ancestors, and it is said that the inside of this red pine forest will begin to change every midnight... ... There are all kinds of weird sayings.

Oh, now there is another strange saying, that is, at night, you will meet a Qiuqiu without a mask.

Anyway, not many people would abide by it today, let alone an outsider like me.

What's more, this time we also encountered rare good weather. Only those who have really hunted in winter will know how precious this kind of weather is.

The temperature has not yet dropped to the extreme. If you don't seize the opportunity, it will be difficult to go deep into the forest in such a winter.

At that time, we can only make traps on the periphery, waiting for small animals such as rabbits, squirrels, and foxes to throw themselves into the trap.

This night was the fourth day of going deep into the red pine forest. As the moon rose, I lit a bonfire next to the tent.

The supposedly cold moonlight cast down, but was dyed red in this forest.

There is not much light around, and it is quiet, only the sound of me eating.The food I brought has been eaten, and tomorrow will be the time to return.

Old hunters often say: If you want to get from nature, you must learn to respect nature. In fact, most of the time you have no other way but to respect it.

For example, on such a dark night, there may be a beast lurking not far from you, but it is afraid to go forward because of the fire.

This is still luck——walking and walking, in the darkness, I heard a strange cry like "Ancient Kill", and then you lost your head, "no" in the physical sense, this is what is happening in this forest The most real situation.

So I didn't dare to go anywhere. After finishing the four wild boars I caught today, I started to stare at the darkness in a daze, because I sat with my back to the moon, and I could see my own shadow in front of the campfire.

Even the thickly wrapped clothes were reflected in the past, just like a bear being roasted on the fire to hibernate.

When there is nothing to do at hand, the mind tends to be empty, and when the mind starts to be empty, it is easy to think wildly. I somehow thought of the rumor of the Qiuqiu man without a mask.

Because there is still no progress until today, and then I gradually lost interest, and I don’t remember it until now.

In fact, it’s not that I didn’t think about it when I was going to enter the woods. For example, what should I do if I encounter it... Ren Heyi will feel that he is special than others, and it is not impossible for him to have some adventures.

It was only when I had the possibility to face it that I realized that I had left it behind. I probably hoped that this adventure would happen to more wild boars instead of Qiuqiu people.

Well, it’s boring to talk about these things, but I usually like to go to pubs and I haven’t adapted to the atmosphere in this woods.

After putting away the bowls and chopsticks, amidst the clashing sound of metal utensils, there seemed to be a slight sound in my ears.

I hurriedly stopped what I was doing, drew my sword, stood up, looked around, and found nothing abnormal.

illusion?Or nervous?

Or the sound of dead branches falling to the ground?

Not all of them.

I sat down again with a sullen face. The tension just now made my breathing intensified. I opened my mouth, and I could see the white air coming out of my mouth.

I started to wipe the blade with the corner of my clothes. In such a cold weather, it only took me a few seconds to pull it out, and a layer of mist really hung on the smooth blade.

I mechanically repeated the action of wiping the sword. In fact, all my attention had already been focused on my facial features, and the purpose of my hand was just to vent... over and over again until it was as smooth as ever.

I don't know how long I persisted, but there was still no abnormality in the surrounding area. I breathed a sigh of relief, raised the sword with one hand, and placed it horizontally in front of my eyes.

The silence of the night is like the blade of a misty sword, wrapped in sharpness by the cold and slippery vapor.

But this is only a temporary appearance. After wiping off the mist, the sharpness inside can still easily scratch your fingers.

The only difference is...it's easier to fool you.

Under the red moonlight, behind the tightly wrapped shadow of the bonfire, was a tall figure.

It approaches slowly.

It has a stooped figure and long limbs.

It overlaps with my shadow.