This time, the target of the rescue is the Immortal Cultivation Edition player.

According to his previous two rescue experiences, the Immortal Cultivation version players are stronger than the Tourist version players, as long as they rescue people from the most critical life and death moments, they can handle the rest by themselves, so the rescue is not difficult. The biggest problem at the moment is this bag of seafood - suddenly out of the sea, to the point that there is no water pressure at all, even the air pressure is lower than the surface of the teleportation array, abalone and oysters do not move, those sea cucumbers are even more wilted, looking like they are lying on their stomachs and about to melt away.

…… Teleportation takes time anyway, so why don't you clean it up first? Shao Daochang's thrifty spirit cultivated since childhood prevailed, took out a knife, squatted on the ground and began to cut sea cucumbers. Yan Hanjiang sat on the floor and cut the oyster shell, cut the obturator muscle with his sharp dragon claws, and took out the fresh and soft shellfish meat and fed it to him.

This kind of thing fished out of the sea has a strong fishy smell, and Yan Hanjiang feels that it is fresher than the pure seaweed fish food imported from foreign countries, but he is not very used to it, and he refuses to eat it again after only tasting one. Yan Hanjiang held the oyster shell by himself, sipping the soft fresh oyster meat like eating jelly, and when he saw him cut and wash the sea cucumber and threw it into the pressure cooker, he helped him light a ball of cold flame to boil.

Getting the sea cucumber is much more relaxing. Shao Zongyan got up and changed into a snow-white straight jacket, wrapped his long hair in a dry towel, and slowly wiped it with his head down. It didn't take long for the teleportation array to rush into the cosmic membrane of another universe, and with a posture that could be called "menacing", it rushed towards the planet in the center of the small world.

This time, the teleportation speed was two or three times faster than usual, and before the sea cucumber pot was opened, the teleportation array had already fallen to the ground.

This world was out of sync with the small world of Wuyu, it was already night, and the place where they landed was a dirty corridor covered with cobwebs, and the windows on both sides were small and old, and the glass was so dirty that they couldn't see the night sky outside. From the other end of the corridor came the sound of running, with heavy gasps getting closer and closer, in the darkness it was impossible to see what the person running in front of him looked like, but behind the person was chasing a faint spiritual light, which was the light of the client.

Shao Zongyan twisted his long wet hair with one hand, looked at the person who seemed to be very nervous outside the burst, and became nervous for no reason, and turned back to ask Yan Hanjiang: "Could it be that the danger encountered by the customer this time is extremely high, and the speed of the teleportation array has also accelerated?" ”

Yan Hanjiang poked his divine sense out of the light curtain and felt it, and suddenly let out a soft "huh", holding the oyster shell and saying, "The aura here is so strong that it is comparable to the world. Maybe it's because the aura is strong, and the game client's attraction is stronger than others, so the teleportation speed will be particularly fast, right? ”

As he spoke, he stuffed the bag of oysters and oysters into Shao Zongyan's hands, and the dragon skin turned into a robe for him to put on his body, and he turned into a pure white albino grass carp, jumped into the plastic bag containing seafood, rolled in the pile of shells, stretched out his head and instructed: "Although the aura outside is thick, it is all turbid aura, which is easy to erode the meridians, you put on my skin and go out." ”

The dragon skin is one, although the color is different, but there are scales on the abdomen and back, and it cannot be divided into one body like the skin of a grass carp. Although his body has survived the catastrophe, and he is not as fragile as before without skin, how good does it feel to lie in the pile of seafood and roll around in the pile of seafood when he has so much seafood in his pocket that he hasn't eaten yet? Anyway, Shao Zongyan will carry him, and his family is not responsible for the work, where is he staying?

He spread out and lay down on the pile of shells like a grass carp that had just finished weighing.

Shao Zongyan wanted to ask him if he wanted to get into his arms, but before he could ask, out of the corner of his eye, he saw something suddenly moving on the dirty window next to him, the whole window suddenly cracked, and the cold and shining glass flew straight in the direction of the customer! At the same time, the top lampshade on the head also cracked with a bang, and the long fluorescent tube fell to the two people below with a blue-purple current.

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"Ahh Brother Tian, we can't run-"

The sharp stainless steel lampshade slashed at his neck like a guillotine, and the sound of the wind poured into his ears like the breath of death, close at hand. The "Brother Tian" behind him pushed his wings with all his strength, but he fell to his knees without strength, supported the ground with both hands, gritted his teeth and whispered: "Shaofeng, run ...... quickly"

A breath of blood came out of his throat, and his voice was so low that he could barely hear it. The young man he had pushed away staggered and fell to the ground, just in time to avoid a piece of glass ballast flying towards his temple. But he couldn't run anymore, and put his hands on the ground, and finally glanced towards the end of the passageway.

That, that, that person...... What did he see?

In an instant, the weariness and despair of the flight were overwhelmed by the great horror. Shaofeng saw that there was suddenly a person wearing a black and white robe in the originally dark passage in front of him, with long hair on the ground, and he couldn't see whether it was a man or a woman. The man was holding something in his hand that smelled fishy, and in his left hand he was holding a shiny round thing with a blue fireball attached to it.

"Cluck......" He made a low noise in his throat, so frightened that he couldn't even scream, and could only stare at the ancient ghost, raising the fireball at him, and throwing it into the air.

The sound of violent collision sounded over the heads of the two of them, and the strange lamp like a murder weapon was knocked away from a distance, and the dark blue fireball also flew out a few meters away, slamming into the ground with a heavy explosion, followed by a crashing sound, as if something had exploded on the ceiling, and smashed down with the row of fluorescent lamps.

The wind behind him suddenly stopped, and the flying glass shards fell to the ground with a bang, and some of them smashed on him, but they didn't bleed much.

A hot smell came from behind him, and he seemed to have forgotten how to close his eyes, and watched in a daze as the unsightly ghost on the other side slipped past him—yes, it was slippery, and the man's whole body seemed to be untouched, and without bending his knees, he slid from in front of him to behind him without a sound.

The black, **, and cold thing in the other party's hand rubbed on his face, stained with a piece of fishy cold water, and there seemed to be a very light and crisp sound, but he didn't dare to listen to it more, and he didn't dare to touch the things on his face, so he waited so woodenly, waiting for the result of this strange battle in the dark, waiting for his final ending.

The clatter sound sounded again, as if it had just sounded in his ears. Drops of cool liquid dripped on his back, and soon slipped through a small piece. His whole body trembled, he heard his teeth chattering, his stomach rumbling, tears and snot dripping down his jaw, and a suppressed cry......

He suddenly heard a gentle voice behind him that made him want to cry: "I am Shao Zongyan, the customer service of Yuanyang Canghua's large-scale online game, distinguished customer, I am here for you." ”

He's not a ghost! He is here to save Brother Tian...... Why didn't you come to save me? Shaofeng's tense heart suddenly relaxed, there was a feeling of escaping death, he was so happy that he couldn't turn around and hug the customer service, and he was a little jealous that the companion behind him could get such a person's gentle attention, and he completely forgot that he still thought Shao Zongyan was extremely weird just now, how he looked like a ghost.

Even he was impressed by this voice, not to mention the "Brother Tian" who had just brushed shoulders with death. Shao Zongyan's face couldn't be seen clearly in this dark corridor, but now the window was broken, and the starlight from outside illuminated his gently curved chin and the shallow hooked corners of his mouth, as well as the delicate and gentle hand stretched out in the air.

This hand is stretched out for Him, this man saved him, this man came to save Him!

"Brother Tian" seemed to be bewitched, put his hand on it, and touched his cold and slightly wet fingertips. The fingertips were stained with mucus from the surface of the sea cucumber's body, and it was wet and sticky to the touch, and in this dark night, it reminded people of many terrible things. He flinched, but he was reluctant to let go, and with a thought that was almost generous to death, let him hold his hand.

If you have to choose a way to die, it seems good to be able to die at the hands of such a gentle person.

He gritted his teeth, looked at the half of his face that looked gentle and moving in the night, and said with all his strength: "I, my name is tomorrow, that is, tomorrow who can see tomorrow...... Are you really here to save us? I'm willing to play your game, as long as you can bring our film crew back, I'm going to play your game, okay? ”

"Huh?" Shao Zongyan snorted suspiciously: "Have you forgotten our Yuanyang Canghua game?" It's the one who has to do a lot of problems after logging in, were you doing physics or math or something else? ”

…… Played! Originally, I was still a little surprised, and I couldn't believe where this customer service came from, but when I heard that I had to do the question after logging in, I suddenly remembered that strange game. Before the Immortal Cultivation Player's Divine Consciousness returned to his body, he didn't know about the world, but when it came to logging in to take the exam, and he didn't give him a game to play after the exam, he basically immediately remembered the original resentment.

"I bought a weird game!" Tomorrow said excitedly, "It's round, it looks like an LED light, right?" But I did a set of pharmacology basic problems, I didn't do math and physics, and it didn't light up after I finished it, and I couldn't play it, so I should have met a liar...... I've forgotten about it for so many years...... Are you their customer service? ”

A game that has never logged in at all, has never played, and does not know the manufacturer and contact information, how could the customer service of this game run over to save him at this time?

Was someone really coming to save him, or was he too scared and made up this dream for himself that someone was coming to save him? Or was it simply the demon who had played with their group in the palm of his hand who read his memories and created this "customer service" to play with his mind, making him feel rescued first, and then die when he was most relaxed and hopeful?

He fought fiercely in his heart, but his body remained motionless, helplessly clenching the cold, slippery hand of the customer service.

The black plastic bag suddenly made a crunchy sound, and the white grass carp inside straightened up, and the tail hit the shell, making a snapping sound, and the shell under it rattled lightly when it collided with each other. Shao Zongyan pulled the customer up, glanced at Shaofeng under his feet again, took out the fish scale umbrella from the magic bag and threw it to the customer: "You take the umbrella to cover yourself and your companions first, my pressure cooker exploded when I threw it out just now, I'll see if there are any sea cucumbers left in the pot." ”

What the? That thing isn't a ghost fire, it's a pressure cooker?

In the midst of the lightning and fire, the two victims reacted at the same time to what had just been thrown over their heads, smashing open the falling ceiling lights and window fragments; I also understood what the smell of hot and fishy that echoed in the hallway, almost mistaken for fresh blood.

Then the one he was carrying in his other hand wasn't a human head still dripping with blood?

However, in this dark and confined building, when their colleagues have died miserably, and they themselves have been chased into a corner, and they have brushed shoulders with death several times, a person who suddenly appeared and said that he wanted to save them, but he was carrying a pressure cooker in his hand, and the sea cucumber was still simmering in the pot, isn't it more weird than anything else?

Tomorrow's heart is pounding, clutching the cool and slippery handle of the umbrella. Shaofeng also got up from the ground, hugged his arm, grabbed the black umbrella, and asked in a dumb voice, "Are you a human or a ghost?" ”

"People, of course." Shao Daochang pursed his lips, his expression was not as gentle and considerate as when he usually rescued, but with a bit of sternness and depression: "You try to follow me closely, don't suddenly scream, I ...... Not very used to ...... I don't like to face ghosts very much. ”

He has been mentally prepared for a long time to connect with the sunfish customers who have been defrauded by the corpse, and his mood has always been quite nervous and depressed in this gloomy building, which feels like he has fallen into the mud when he breathes. Fortunately, this time the client was alive, and the client's faint aura provided him with illumination, as well as Brother Yan, who comforted him by slapping in the plastic bag from time to time, or fiddling with the shell......

It's okay, it's just a ghost, he still has a flashlight!

He pulled out a small, high-light flashlight from his survival kit and turned it on, revealing a beam of light comparable to a searchlight through the dark hallway, revealing the deformed pressure cooker on the ground and the lid embedded deep in the ceiling overhead. A few sea cucumbers were spread out into a cake and stuck on the ceiling as if they were oversoaked, and the pot kept dripping water, and the pot body flew out diagonally in the impact, and there was no dirty water, and there were still a few clean black cucumbers that had just been boiled.

Great, you can still ask for it.

He put away the rest of the sea cucumbers, threw them directly into the survival kit, and turned around and asked the customer: "How did you get in, what floor is here, and how do you leave?" ”

So how did you get in? How did you find us? Tomorrow was full of suspicion and asked, but he didn't dare to speak, holding the handle of the umbrella and answering honestly: "We are here to do the show." Our TV station did a variety show, which is to invite some artists to go to houses with ghost legends in various places to shoot some games that are said to attract ghosts. But in fact, it's all about posing for a shot, and I don't dare to really finish those games, who knows that when I shoot this file, it will really attract ghosts......"

Although Daoist Shao is a Taoist priest who should exorcise ghosts, he has never done this business himself, and the more he listens, the more he feels bitter in his mouth, his brows tremble, and his expression is extremely strict, and he can't help but ask: "Haven't you heard that you won't die if you don't die?" ”

…… But this is a task given by the leader, and if you don't do it, you won't have a job.

Tomorrow gritted his teeth bitterly, and while leading the way, he introduced Shao Zongyan to the ins and outs of their entry into this place: "This small building is a historical relic building where a famous writer lived eighty years ago, and then the writer died inexplicably, and the house turned upside down a few times. Some of the people who bought this house lived by themselves and some worked in the office, but they didn't live for long, and several lives were lost in a row...... The last time was when an employee who worked overtime at night saw many people staring at him in the corridor, and the door of the small building was inexplicably locked, and he couldn't open it. Fortunately, there was a fire in a nearby supermarket that night, and the fire police car completely blocked the street. A car stopped in front of the door, and the door suddenly opened, and he picked up a life......"

Later, no one lived in this house, but I don't know who couldn't think about it so much, and regarded it as a historical relic, and paid the utility bills regularly, so that people could take care of the house. He felt his scalp tingle when he talked about it, and then he thought about the miserable appearance of those dead colleagues, and he hated the deputy director of the show who had to go on the horse.

"My colleague shot it in the living room downstairs, after dark for the sake of mystery...... It's the old game where the four people stand in the corner of the room, starting with the first person and walking forward, and when they go to the corner where the next person is, they shoot each other, and the one who is photographed continues to walk forward, and goes to the next corner to shoot the next person......"

The corridor that seemed to be endless, and suddenly returned to its normal length, and they were chased upstairs, and then they went back up the stairs, and it took only a short time to return to the large and spacious living room on the first floor.

The blood-bright light of the flashlight entered the room, and at first glance it revealed a large stain of blood stained on the snow-white wall in the corner of the room, and the corpses sitting in a twisted position in the corner with their heads raised and still smiling.

"Ah......" A terrible scream sounded, Shaofeng grabbed Tomorrow from behind, and screamed: "Brother Tian, look, Siming is laughing...... There was a smile on his face! ”

Shao Zongyan trembled, and almost screamed! Fortunately, the white fish in the plastic bag suddenly stiffened, and the fish head stretched out from between the handles of the plastic pocket, turning into a white and tender little man without clothes, calmly crawling onto his wrist, and the divine sense transmitted and comforted: "Don't be afraid, you are a person who has achieved cultivation, it is just a new ghost, and I dare not approach you." ”

Shao Daochang reached out and touched him, pushing his sleek little body into his sleeve, forcibly maintaining his image as a trustworthy universal customer service. The customer on the side was also frightened, quietly sticking to his back, pointing to the corpse inside and saying: "That's Yu Siming, the latest artist of Shangxing Entertainment, who was the first to notice that the number was wrong...... We didn't see the lights, photography, and field work, and we watched him suddenly spurt blood and fall in that corner......"