dead me, join the horror game

Does this mean that if the villagers accidentally let all the masks fall into the hands of the villagers, they will drive the strange to attack the player?

"It's about to end." The owner of the haunted house, who had been watching the Nuo opera, complained, "You've seen it too, this evil mask is not a good thing, and far more people die on it than in the hands of evil spirits." .”

Hearing this, everyone nodded in agreement. This thing is not an exorcism show, it is more like a cult book, and it is scary to think about it.

This is indeed the case. In this performance, most of the villagers fell into the hands of their own people because of fighting for the mask, while the losses caused by the evil spirits were minimal.

It is not so efficient to let Xie Chong start killing people...

Time passed quickly, and in less than 5 minutes, only the villagers who played the roles of evil spirits and those wearing witch masks could stand on the field. They bowed to the audience and retreated to the backstage. With the closing of the curtain, the opening ceremony of the past festival has also come to an end, and the tourists behind have begun to leave in an orderly manner.

"It's so bad." Looking at the opening ceremony of the festival that had already ended, Zuo Tong couldn't help muttering in a low voice.

The mind of this spring god is not generally bad, and he took it out of context.

This Nuo drama came to an abrupt end at the final confrontation, leaving an open ending for anyone to imagine, but this Nuo drama actually has a not-so-good fixed ending.

The real ending is that these masked people are still killed by the evil spirits in the end, because those masks actually have no protective ability. The previous fear and avoidance were all pretended by the evil spirits, and they stopped acting in the end.

But the players didn't know about it, and Zuo Tong didn't plan to say it so early, she wanted to see if the players could find out about it with their own abilities, which would help her to formulate new rules of the game for her hospital. It helps a lot.

"It's time to go." Ye Bingwen stood up and greeted others: "Tomorrow is the time for our performance, and today we have to practice almost."

Hearing this, everyone got up one after another and left their seats.

Compared with these illusory masks, tomorrow afternoon's performance is more important. If the performance goes well, those masks may come in handy.

……

The sky gradually darkened, gray and dark clouds piled up, the sky was covered with a layer of gray and black, and piercing thunder sounded from time to time.

Although it was already dusk, the setting sun that should have penetrated the clouds appeared powerless in the thick clouds.

"Hurry up, it's going to rain."

On the small road in the country, Qiu Dong and Maran Will hurried towards the hotel with their roast ducks in their hands. As early as 10 minutes ago, they discovered that the weather outside was not right, so they decisively stopped practicing Let everyone go to solve their own dinner first.

Sure enough, the sky is already cloudy and unbearable, and raindrops have already fallen on them.

Fortunately, their roast duck had already been reserved, and it happened to be freshly baked when they passed by. As for Ye Bingwen who came with them, he didn't know where he was.

As for the others, Kuonji Risa said that she had some food in her personal terminal and went straight back to the hotel.

Needless to say, Melville followed the little girl to live in the priest's house, where dinner was also settled.

And the reason why they got the ducks and wandered around the business district for so long was because they were trying to find the traces of the voodoo masks, but unfortunately the stalls selling voodoo masks had already disappeared, and they Not a fool, who has nothing to do to set up a stall outside in the heavy rain, right?

"Hey, that's Ye Bingwen?"

As soon as he walked to a position 60 meters away from the hotel, Qiu Dong found a familiar figure nearby. The scholar wearing black-rimmed glasses was particularly eye-catching among the few passers-by, and the two followed immediately. Say hello to him.

"?" Ye Bingwen, whose name was called, turned his head vigilantly, and heaved a sigh of relief when he saw that it was a familiar person: "It turned out to be the two of you."

"Mr. Ye, are you still planning to go back?" Qiu Dong pointed to the gloomy sky and said, "It's going to rain soon."

He was a little curious why Ye Bingwen appeared near the hotel. Didn't he rent a B&B with money?

"Oh, that homestay is here." Ye Bingwen's eyes locked on the large yard not far from the hotel. There were two tile-roofed houses in it, and the one behind him was the one he wanted to live in.

The reason why he is still staying here is actually because he just came here just now.

Like Qiu Dong and the others, Ye Bingwen also went to the souvenir street in the business district to look for masks alone, and finally found a mask vendor that was still in business, but the other party told him that there were no witchcraft masks here.

If you think about it, how could there be witch masks with special effects all over the place?

Of course, there is another possibility. The so-called Nuo mask is just an appearance, and it may be other objects. The common point should be their functions rather than their shapes.

It is normal for stories and legends to differ from the real situation.

"Have you eaten your dinner?" After listening to Ye Bingwen's description of his experience, Manan Will said, "If you haven't eaten, I can give you half of this roast duck."

"No need." Ye Bingwen shook his head, took out his mobile phone and replied: "I just contacted the restaurant at noon, and they agreed to deliver dinner to me later, you two go in first."

Hearing this, Qiu Dong's eyes widened. There is actually takeaway here?

It's a good thing he thought of this method...

"Then we go in."

"Well, see you tomorrow morning."

Watching the two enter the hotel, Ye Bingwen looked away, straightened his collar and walked to the mansion not far away, reached out and knocked on the white iron gate, and soon there was a response from the room.

A rural man with the Mediterranean Sea on his head came out and opened the door for Ye Bingwen, and took him to the backyard of the house with great enthusiasm, and introduced to him the strange events that had happened in this haunted house. Observe the surrounding environment.

There are some brand new talisman papers pasted on the walls and door of the front yard, which seem to be used for the town house, and he is going to the house in the back. There are also some talisman papers on them, but they are quite old. The wind and the sun can no longer see the words on it clearly.

But living in the backyard... How can I get the takeaway?

Wait a minute, there is a way.

Without hesitation, Ye Bingwen immediately took out his mobile phone and called the restaurant, asking them to change the delivery location to the haunted house area.

Afterwards, he opened someone's private chat window from the chat software, edited a message and sent it.

[Ye Bingwen: Dude, when you come over, help me get a takeaway, thank you—screenshot.jpg]

[Prince Charming:? ? ? 】

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ps: 1.3w has been repaid.

Volume II Yuquan Village: Chapter 112 Chapter 6 Night Crisis ([-]K)

The sky is already dark, and the rainy night always comes earlier.

The dark clouds piled up like ink, dyeing the sky black, and the bean-sized rainwater poured out of it, and soon formed a line. The violent wind swirled the torrential rain like countless whips on the windows, jingling There was a muffled thunder mixed with the sound from time to time.

This was the last thunderstorm in autumn. The villagers of Yuquan Village had long been used to it, and they returned to their homes when the thunder was about to start. At this time, the bustling tourists who had crowded the sacrificial field disappeared. The entire Yuquan Village returned to silence.

In the small white building in the haunted house area, the owner of the haunted house was sitting at the counter, watching the downloaded TV series on his mobile phone, and inadvertently raised his head and found a black shadow standing outside the window, which scared him to stand up quickly. He shouted: "Who, sneaky, come out!"

"It's me..." As soon as his words fell, the black figure outside the window said, "You have..."

"Ah?" The owner of the haunted house frowned, the rain outside was too loud, and he couldn't hear what the people outside were saying: "You come in and talk, I can't hear you clearly!"

After finishing speaking, he got up and walked to the locked door. He could barely see the true face of the black figure in front of him by the light in the room.

Uh, who is this person?

The owner of the haunted house stared suspiciously at the man wearing sunglasses and a mask, hesitating to open the door for him.

"It's me, boss." The man took off his sunglasses, revealing a pair of empty, dark eye sockets. This scene scared the owner of the haunted house into cardiopulmonary arrest, but he immediately realized who the person in front of him was.

Isn't this the bridegroom officer in the ghost marriage scene? Why did it come here at night?

"Why don't you go to rest so late, kid?" The owner of the haunted house patted his chest for a while, and didn't open the door for it immediately, but said in a complaining tone: "What are you doing here?"

If there is no good reason for running here to scare him under such heavy rain, then it will be in trouble.

"Ah, it's nothing." The male corpse waved his hand and asked, "I want to ask if you saw a takeaway?"

"Do you still have money to order takeaway?" Hearing this, the owner of the haunted house widened his eyes and said in surprise, "I really enjoy it."

It seems that the salary is still high, and it can be slightly reduced.

You must know that he himself is reluctant to eat takeaway!

After finishing speaking, the way he looked at the male corpse changed slightly. This change shocked the male corpse, and he quickly explained: "It's not mine."

However, the owner of the haunted house obviously didn't believe this statement, so he had no choice but to slightly modify the transaction between himself and Ye Bingwen and say it, pretending it was a personal matter.

"Oh, earn extra money." After listening to the male corpse's explanation, the owner of the haunted house nodded slightly. He now recognizes the enthusiasm of the employees. Not long ago, a puppet employee also asked him to find a part-time job. Going to do it for three days.

That's great, if they make more money, he can pay less...

"But I didn't see any takeaway, and no one called me." He glanced at the counter behind him and said, "You can go and wait first. Or you can ask that person to ask about the situation of the store. "

Hearing this, the male corpse nodded thoughtfully, said hello to the owner of the haunted house, and then left the small white building, standing in front of the gate of the haunted house area with the heavy rain on his head, looking into the distance.

It's been an hour since the human sent him a message, but he still hasn't seen any takeaways. That guy isn't playing tricks on him, is he?

No, you have to ask him.

Thinking of this, the male corpse took out his mobile phone, edited a text message and sent it:

[Prince Charming: When will your takeaway arrive? (!)]

[Prince Charming:? ? ? (!)]

It's broken, the signal is not good during thunderstorms, all the messages it sends are marked with red exclamation marks, and none of them can be sent.

There is no other way, just keep waiting, if the takeaway is delivered right after I left, it will have to make another trip.

It's not too late, so nothing should happen to him.

After thinking about it, it moved a chair from nearby and sat on it alone, while it was drenched in the rain, waiting for the takeaway that I don't know if it will arrive.

"..."

Ten minutes later, the male corpse looked at the empty sacrificial field, and there were ten thousand words to say in his heart, but he didn't know what to say.

Damn it, has it been pigeonholed?

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"Drip-drip-"

"Sorry, the user you dialed is out of service area, please try again later..."

In the old tile-roofed house, Ye Bingwen sighed, put down his phone again, and lay helplessly on the big flower-red bed.

He was taken away by the delivery pigeon, and the phone couldn't get through at all.

But that's fine, he couldn't send a message to the "Prince Charming" at the haunted house. Ye Bingwen didn't realize that this thunderstorm would cause such a serious blow to the network signal here. If he had known, he wouldn't have let it Went to get takeout.

"Drip-"

Suddenly, the mobile phone next to the pillow sent out a message reminder, and Ye Bingwen instantly became refreshed after hearing this voice.

Did the signal come back?

After thinking that it might be the message sent to him by "Prince Charming", Ye Bingwen immediately picked up his mobile phone and clicked on the message interface without any hesitation.

"Huh?" After seeing the content above, Ye Bingwen frowned slightly, and his hands hovered in the air.

No one sent him a message, and the message he sent before still had a red exclamation mark. The message reminder just now was because someone sent him a friend request.

There is a stranger with a default avatar and digital ID who wants to add him as a friend...

The note above is: who are you?

Ye Bingwen: "?"

What does this person mean?

How can you ask who someone else is after adding friends?

Without thinking too much, Ye Bingwen rejected the other party's friend application.

But what surprised him was that he just rejected the other party's friend application, and in the blink of an eye the other party sent him a new one.

Then delete it!

"Drip-"

Damn, is it over?

Again and again, when the other party sent a friend request for the third time, Ye Bingwen blocked this guy decisively on the spot.

Of course, he also thoughtfully sent a report to the other party, and then put down his phone and lay back on the bed.

Ah, it's finally quiet...

"Drip-"

Mad, are you still here?

Didn't I block him? Could it be that I changed my trumpet?

Ye Bingwen held back his anger and turned on the phone again, but when he saw the message that popped up on the screen, he froze for a moment.

[Message prompt: You agree to the friend application of "user 114514"]

[You are friends now, please chat more! 】