At the door of the courtyard, a humanoid thing grabbed the door frame, and through the crack, one eye looked straight at Jiang Ye.

Jiang Ye was just about to leave, but the figure had disappeared.

In the quiet of the night, the white ghost giggled, and his eyes were no longer clear.

And the blood book he wrote was only one and a half lines.

A knife entered from the Heavenly Spirit, Jiang Ye turned the white mist into a ball, opened his mouth and swallowed it whole.

[Devouring Low-level Ghost Thought Aggregate]

[Lifespan +9 days]

[Attribute +3]

【Esophage+15%】

……

"Knock knock."

"Donor, have you slept?"

There was a knock on the door, and it was the little novice who opened the door for Jiang Ye who knocked on Jiang Ye's guest room door.

The candles in Jiang Ye's room were lit, and a shadow appeared in the room.

The shadows appear quite tall, distorted by the candlelight.

Xiao Shami swallowed a mouthful of saliva, and the cold hairs on his body stood up.

The shadows in the room seemed to have become weird, and Huitong quietly took half a step back, behind him was the night, and now it was a dilemma.

"Squeak."

With the opening of the door, Jiang Ye's figure was revealed.

Huitong breathed a sigh of relief, and his hanging heart also relaxed, I don't know how just now, he was afraid when he didn't come, and it wasn't until he saw Jiang Ye's kind face that he calmed down.

"Amitabha, disturb Lord Fan to rest." The little monk Heshi pronounced a Buddha name.

"Little master, what's wrong? I just heard a scream. Jiang Ye asked preemptively.

Huitong, who was carrying the lantern, looked panicked, shook his head and said, "The little monk doesn't know, because of this, the first seat asked us to ask the guests. ”

Huitong really didn't know what was going on, just now he was still sweeping in the Big Buddha Temple, if it wasn't for his senior brother calling him, maybe it would have been delayed, and he was so frightened that he ran out of the Big Buddha Temple, and then heard a scream of 'ah'.

Frightened and creepy, the temple, which used to look peaceful and quiet, was terrifying because of the scream.

Thinking of the reaction of the head of the four courtyards and the abbot, Huitong always felt that his temple was hiding something.

"Disturb the donor's rest, and the little monk has to go to comfort the other guests." Huitong pronounced a Buddha horn.

"Don't worry, little master, go." Jiang Ye nodded with a smile, closed the door again, and let out a sigh.

Just now, he hurriedly returned to the wing, and Jiang Ye knew that since there were things hidden in the temple, the abbot and the others would not know anything, and would definitely send someone to check if there were any guests who were not there.

That's why Jiang Ye rushed back quickly, and even used his butcher form.

Because of this, because of the aura of fear, Huitong was suppressed by the aura for another moment.

……

Huitong went to look at the doors of the other guests, and Jiang Ye also returned to the guest room from outside the door, frowning.

The eyes in the gap gave him a strange feeling, and most importantly, the owner of the only eye coughed so that the white ghost could no longer speak.

That kind of intensity, Jiang Ye felt that even he had to avoid its edge.

The blood book on the blank page was opened, and there were only one and a half lines and a half.

[The holy water is different, the big Buddha in the big Buddha courtyard of Gushan Temple ......]

It came to an abrupt end.

"Grandma's!"

Jiang Ye pursed his lips and frowned, he was completely confused, he knew that the big Buddha in the big Buddha courtyard should be a person or a Buddha statue in the big Buddha courtyard.

One of the two is certainly problematic, and it is not excluded that both are problematic.

This "holy water is different" really makes Jiang Ye incomprehensible.

"Fourteen words in total, just two hints, if you write briefly, it would be better."

Jiang Ye sighed, poured the mineral water on the side into the teacup, and savored the two tips.

Jiang Ye felt that if those four players were bolder, most of them would have been able to get a lot of information from the white ghost, but it was a pity that they left.

The hint also made Jiang Ye cut off his beard, and even the white ghost shadow made Jiang Ye eat it.

……

The frightened four people ushered in the arrival of the little monk Huitong again.

When there was a knock on the door, the expressions on their faces stiffened.

Hearing the question of the little monk Huitong, he breathed a sigh of relief.

I was really scared.

They had not yet come out of the shadows of the dense shadows of the woods in the backyard of the Buddhist temple when they came across another knock on the door.

After sending Huitong away, Hongchen let out a sigh of relief, with the happiness of the rest of his life on his face: "Huh, fortunately, we came back in time, if we are blocked, it will be troublesome." ”

The little monks knocked on the door one by one, although they came back some time earlier, but they didn't have time to prepare, so it seemed a little hasty, but fortunately, they had already dealt with it, and now they gathered again to discuss.

The tall, thin man leaning next to the girder held the cigarette butt between his fingers and took a puff so hard that he didn't have to dust off the ash, because the trembling fingers of fear were enough to make the ash fall off automatically.

"There is no trace of the story mission, since it is a survival mission, there must be a way to live." Fengxing, who looked very resolute, frowned, they were players of level six or seven themselves, and the system would not arrange a mortal mission for them.

So, there must be a way out.

"Maybe that white ghost, and that big black ghost, is the way to live." Impatiens bloom and shine.

She kept wondering why the white ghost didn't attack them, and the other party seemed to want to say something.

If the white ghost is not dangerous, then the other party must be trying to remind them of something.

"Is it ......?"

The tall and thin man paused for a moment, shoved the cigarette butt in his hand into the mineral water bottle and tossed it into his backpack, then looked at the other three players who were sitting, standing, or leaning against him.

"Could it be that the white ghost is actually a quest hint rather than a danger!" The little one Hongchen glanced at the impatiens blooming, and then said in surprise.

Feng Xing hesitated slightly, sighed and said, "I can't rule this out. ”

If this is the case, their losses are not small, not only did they alarm the monks in vain, but they also found nothing at night.

"Why don't we go back and have a look?" The tall and thin man suggested with some interest.

They had to quickly evacuate the backyard because of the passing howl.

It suddenly dawned on them that perhaps they were not out of danger, but had lost their chance, although no one blamed the passing of the light.

After all, everyone ran away, and no one thought that it was actually not a danger.

In fact, even now, players are not sure whether there is danger or opportunity, but they all feel that there are more opportunities.

Now is not the time to divide the pot, it is only the first day, if it breaks up unhappily because of this matter, the next six days will definitely be more difficult, and in the end, it will not be far from the annihilation of the group.

"Why don't you wait and go back again?" Feng Xing looked at the two people on the side.

The little one Hongchen and Fengxing exchanged a look.

Impatiens who was sitting at the table frowned slightly, and nodded her head, although she felt that the opportunity would not stay there anymore, but it was always a breakthrough.

There's a half chance that you're there, half there, half not. No one can say for sure if you can get useful information, but if you don't look at it, even the remaining half of it will become completely absent.

It's just that if they want to find the white ghost shadow, then they are doomed to be empty.

Late at night.

"Squeak."

The crack in the door opened quietly, not loud or harsh, like an ordinary breeze.

A bloodshot eye followed the crack in the door and surveyed everything in the room.

The eyeballs moved, and the boundary between the whites of the eyes and the pupils could not be distinguished, and the bloodshot was meandering, looking straight in the direction of the horizontal couch, where more than a dozen little monks were sleeping, lined up.

"Crunch."

The door opened slowly, and a stooping thing tentatively stretched out a dry foot like tree bark, like an animal, and tentatively stepped in.

The eyes never left the faces of those little monks.

Stepping in and retracting, he tried twice, but seeing that there was no reaction, the crouched thing quietly walked in, and closed the door casually.

"Let's go, let's ......"

The slight sound of footsteps seemed so eerie in the room.

The rickety creature walked to the edge of the couch, and the little monk's face happened to sleep at the head of the bed, and he glanced at it with straight eyes, but he didn't stay long and began to walk to the next one.

Hui Ming woke up in a dream, rubbed his eyes in a daze, and saw a rickety black shadow, standing not far from him, the other party stretched out a scarlet tongue, slowly stretched out to the head of a small novice.

Looking sideways, Huiming suddenly lost all sleep, and the horror and coldness rushed to his brain from the soles of his feet.