Leng Ai pointed to the door next to the Eight Immortals Table and said, "That should be the staircase leading to the second floor." ”

Wang Sheng nodded, gently pushed open the hidden door, and the wooden stairs went up and down respectively, and there was a faint fire light from the ground.

The bald head touched his shiny head: "There is actually a bright light down here, do you want to go down and take a look?" ”

Wang Sheng smiled: "No, we have masters!" ”

Leng Ai glared at Wang Sheng: "You are really good at using resources." Leng Ai closed her eyes gently: "There is an iron door locked in the basement, and the space is also very small, there is a big stove in the middle, and the sides are covered with yellow cloth, as if it is a charm or something." There is a table covered with a yellow cloth in the innermost part, on which are placed incense burners and some messy things, similar to the Taoist priest in the movie, and the environment is also very similar. There are four rooms on the second floor, all four rooms are the same size and decoration, a double bed, a wardrobe next to the double bed, a small sofa directly opposite the bed, a wooden coffee table in front of the sofa, and no one in all the rooms. ”

Wang Sheng was very puzzled: "Could you be mistaken?" The food is fresh, how can there be no one? ”

The bald head rubbed his temples and said, "Can we stop thinking about these useless things, my head is going to hurt to death, and if I don't sleep again, I won't be able to see the sun tomorrow." ”

When he came to the second floor, the bald head suggested that one person sleep in one room, Wang Sheng immediately objected, if the three of them were separated, if the danger came, they would not be in a hurry to rescue. The three of them chose a room close to the avenue, and Wang Sheng asked Leng Ai to sleep on the sofa, but Leng Ai lay on the bed and said nothing to get up.

The bald head touched his oily head, and asked suspiciously, "Where do I sleep?" ”

Leng Ai gently patted the position beside her: "The bed is for rent." ”

"Huh?" The bald head looked at Leng Ai in surprise: "Forget it!" ”

Leng Ai suddenly said sharply: "If you are called, you will come, what so much nonsense." ”

The bald head turned his gaze to Wang Sheng, and Wang Sheng glared: "What do you think I'm doing?" ”

The bald head was lying next to Leng Ai, his body was tense, Leng Ai pinched the fat on the bald belly, gritted his teeth and said softly: "If you dare to think nonsense, I will strangle you." ”

The bald facial expression was already distorted, and he forced a smile out: "Don't dare, I don't dare." ”

Wang Sheng was very angry in his heart, closed his eyes, and stopped looking at the two.

Wang Sheng opened his eyes, the sky was already bright, and he looked at the two people on the bed depressedly, there was a light machine gun between them, but Leng Ai was still lying on his bald arm.

"Why didn't the gun go off and it broke you both." Wang Sheng muttered depressedly.

Sit up from the couch, stretch, walk to the window and look out the window, there is the sound of footsteps going upstairs in the corridor, and a few seconds later, a young man of about twenty years old stands in the doorway, holding a small bundle of willow branches and patting his palm.

Wang Sheng walked to the bed, patted his bald face and teased: "The owner is back, don't you go and say hello." ”

"Fuck off! Let Lao Tzu sleep at the meeting. ”

Suddenly, the young man raised the wicker and whipped it towards Wang Sheng, although he was not in the same world, Wang Sheng instinctively urged him to stretch out his arm to resist.

Wang Sheng screamed heartbreakingly, the place where he had been hit by wicker hurt as if he had been scalded by boiling water, and his arm was red. The young man raised the wicker in his hand again, and Wang Sheng hurriedly retreated to the window, dodging the young man's attack.

The wicker fell on the bald legs, and the bald head screamed like a pig: "Little rabbit, you are fucking sick." ”

"Be careful!"

The young man waved the wicker again, the bald head did not dodge, the wicker was really pumped on the back of the bald head, and the bald head didn't know whether to cover his legs or his back, and looked at the young man angrily: "Damn, dare to hit Lao Tzu, Lao Tzu will kill you." ”

The wicker swept towards the ankles of the bald head, and the bald head easily dodged it, and at the same time raised his fist and went straight to the young man's face, and the young man had not yet had time to make a surprised expression, and the bald man's fist had already reached the young man's face.

Listening to the "bang", the bald head let out a muffled snort, squatting at the base of the wall and rubbing his fists desperately, the young man stood behind him unharmed, with a look of doubt and surprise on his face.

Wang Sheng could see it clearly, the bald head passed through the young man's body, and hit the wall hard, because the bald head was too strong, the whole person was attached to the wall, and the bald head hit the head and broke the blood.

Wang Sheng was very surprised and thought it was very funny, but the current situation was very serious, the young man could hit them, but they could not hurt the young man in the slightest. Just when Wang Sheng was thinking wildly, the young man raised the wicker and pumped it towards the bald head, who once again dodged the young man's attack and glared at him from afar.

Wang Sheng didn't dare to slack off, pulled out the pistol on his waist, and pulled the trigger without hesitation, accompanied by a gunshot, the young man let out a scream of "ah", covered his shoulder, and looked at Wang Sheng in horror. Wang Sheng was very puzzled in his heart, the bald fist couldn't hit him, the weapon could actually hurt him, if their weapons could hurt the people in the real world, then their battle in Dalian, wouldn't it be all over the field with corpses and rivers of blood?

Just when Wang Sheng was stunned, the young man rushed out of the door, and Wang Sheng hurriedly shouted, "Stop." ”

The bald head rubbed his fist and scolded, "Damn, what the is this? ”

Wang Sheng didn't know how to answer, he had long felt that this house was very weird, they could eat food that belonged to the real world, and they were beaten by people in the real world, and then, their weapons, they could hurt people in the real world, all of this was a little too unbelievable.

Leng Ai observed the movement on the first floor, but everywhere she looked was pitch black, and her skills did not work again.

Wang Sheng threw the light machine gun to the bald head: "Go down and take a look!" ”

Wang Sheng kicked the stairwell door open with a hard kick, and before he could see the situation in the house, a piece of yellow paper flew to Wang Sheng's forehead.

Wang Sheng took off the yellow paper and looked at it carefully, the yellow paper was extremely rough and rectangular, and strange patterns were drawn on the paper with red liquid.

"Fu?"

The bald head poked out of Wang Sheng's shoulder and asked, "What talisman?" ”

Wang Sheng handed the talisman paper from his shoulder to the bald head, and the bald head said suspiciously: "This ...... What about acting in ghost movies? ”

There was no change in the furnishings of the room, except that there were three more people at the table, an old man with white hair and a goatee, wearing an old-fashioned tunic and a kind smile, but he was looking at Wang Sheng and them. Two teenagers in their early twenties next to him, one of them was wearing a white T-shirt and light blue jeans, with no expression on his face, as if everything had nothing to do with him, and he was picking his fingers in boredom. The other was a young man who had just been shot on the second floor, one hand on his shoulder, and his shoulder had stopped.

The first strike is stronger, and killing them directly will save more trouble, Wang Sheng just raised the gun, and his bald head suddenly stopped: "Don't be in a hurry to see what the situation is saying." ”

"I promise that not a single extra bullet will be wasted, one shot at a time!"

Leng Ai said: "I believe in your marksmanship, but don't you think this thing is a little strange?" Can they be stupid enough to stand there waiting for you to shoot? ”

Wang Sheng asked, "Then what do you say?" ”

"I'll talk to them." With that, Leng Ai walked towards the middle of the room alone, and Wang Sheng and the bald head followed.

The old man suddenly shouted, so frightened that Wang Sheng and the three of them stopped slowly, only to see the old man stretch out his hands, while making all kinds of strange gestures, and shouting loudly: "Front, soldiers, fights, all, arrays, columns, front, line!" Rise! ”

Wang Sheng looked at the old man suspiciously, it seemed that he had heard this sentence somewhere, but he couldn't remember it.

The bald head touched his shiny head and asked directly, "Hey, old man, what are you talking about?" ”

"The three Qi Qi are open to the yin, and the underworld gods borrow them from me." As soon as the words fell, the old man took out a dozen pieces of yellow paper from the table behind him and threw Wang Sheng and the others hard. The rune paper fell around the three of them, and there seemed to be some regularity, like a pattern.

The bald head touched his head and said, "Fuck, what are you playing!" ”

"Fight!" The bald old man shouted.

Wang Sheng was frightened, but nothing happened.