Lin Lin saw that the two of them did not continue to move, and when she heard the conversation, she knew that it was a misunderstanding, and walked to Mo Yuan's side with her timid little hand holding the little white skirt, her little face was a little red and she lowered her head and did not speak.

This made Mo Yuan a little curious, and the ghost would blush? However, Mo Yuan only glanced at it and didn't say anything, but looked at the man in white with a flickering gaze.

"You mean that the ghost head is just a part of a terrible ghost?"

"Heh, it doesn't seem to be too stupid, can the brother's grievances be heavier than the resentment of the one in the forest? Tsk, he was tortured to death, and then the body was divided into six pieces, and buried in the heaviest place of yin qi in six directions according to the distribution of formation nodes, this is someone in..."

"Someone's what?"

Seeing that the other party was talking and saying that there was no more to follow, Mo Yuan hurriedly asked.

This is, but this time, the man in white shook his head and didn't answer no matter how Mo Yuan asked, but just said lightly: "You don't need to know now, if you know more, it will be dangerous." ”

"However, speaking of which, it was also good luck at the time, and when he left, he only got one hand, and if there were a few more places, I was afraid that I would have to keep it for him to fill the hole."

The man in white patted his chest with a look of survival, and let out a sigh of relief.

That one? Mo Yuan noticed this word, and it seemed... This man in white really doesn't have an attitude towards killing ghosts, and he seems to have a little bit of respect.

Suddenly, Mo Yuan seemed to think of something, and looked at the man in white with a strange expression.

"How did you know so much about the dismembered ghost?"

As soon as these words came out, everyone on the sidelines understood the consciousness in Mo Yuan's words, and the fluttering eyes in white gradually changed.

Could it be that ... He witnessed the whole process? Or was it his masterpiece in the first place? This doubt flashed through everyone's minds.

The man in white seemed to know what everyone was thinking, but he waved his hand disappreciatively.

"Don't worry, I didn't do it, my attributes are not suitable for refining ghosts, even if I really refine it, I can't use it."

Hearing the man in white's answer, Mo Yuan was a little relieved, and then felt that something was wrong, what do you mean that even if you practice it, you can't use it? Co-author: If you have the right attributes, do you really have this idea?

Glancing at the man in white standing there with an indifferent expression, Mo Yuan felt that this guy could really do it.

"That... Uh, what's your name? ”

Mo Yuan shouted halfway through his words, and then remembered that he still didn't even know what the other party's name was.

"Just call me Mu Tian."

"Eh, Master Mu, hello."

The man in white shook his head and slowly raised a finger at Mo Yuan, Mo Yuan looked at the other party's raised middle finger, and the corners of his mouth twitched, what's wrong? Say hello to yourself and scold yourself?

"First, I don't have the surname Mu."

As he spoke, he stretched out another index finger: "Second, I'm not a master, just call me Mutian." ”

Mo Yuan looked at the index finger that slowly stretched out, he now suspected that the other party's previous middle finger was compared to him, how could anyone give an example of stretching out the middle finger first?

"Well, okay, where are we?"

Mo Yuan looked at the lush trees around him, and he didn't know anything about this world, and he didn't know where he was now.

"Where? You're blind, such a big village..."

Mu Tian's words were stuck in his throat in the middle of his words, and he couldn't go on, and the trees around him were completely like a forest.

"I'm going, why is it still in the forest, don't you remind me?"

Mu Tian suddenly turned around in a hurry, and his mouth kept complaining about why everyone didn't remind him or something, and everyone looked at each other.

Mo Yuan and Fa Ming had no impression of this world at all, while Han Ao and Ruoxin thought that the other party had deliberately passed it here, and they were embarrassed to ask if they belonged to the rescued party.

In addition, Mu Tian, a heartless person, only now did he realize that something was wrong.

"It's over, it's over, how can there be a problem, I hope this forest isn't..."

Special 2-Star Horror Quest Trigger - Scattered people in the forest

Location: Lost in the Dead

Objective: Find all the corpses before the time of day or survive until dawn.

I'm hiding in this forest, part, part, can you find me? If I can't find it, then I... I'm coming to you!

The cold voice was like a devil's whisper whispering in everyone's ears without emotion, and everyone reacted differently to hearing the voice.

Mu Tian was like a stiff puppet, and he froze in place after maintaining the movements of the previous moment.

Han Ao and Ruoxin looked at each other with a wry smile, it seems that tonight they are only afraid that there will be less bad luck, this wave of unsettled waves has risen again and again, and the probability of them being seriously injured and surviving is definitely the smallest among everyone.

Mo Yuan's body was a little cold, his body couldn't stop trembling, and he couldn't tell whether he was afraid or excited.

The last time they encountered a two-star horror mission, they were all in the group, Qinghu died, Yang Fan chose to stay with Feiwen and Yue Xinru, and he didn't know whether he was alive or dead, and more importantly, his sister was very likely to be transferred silently in which mission.

Thinking of his sister who doesn't know where he is now, Mo Yuan's heart seems to have been scratched hard, and the pain is a little suffocating, and he blames himself for being too careless, which caused Lin Xue to be dropped and couldn't find out...

Fa Ming was the calmest one among the crowd, and he only gently announced the Buddha's name for this bad news and closed his eyes to recuperate, without the slightest panic.

"Ahh

A terrible scream remembered, interrupting everyone's silence, everyone hurriedly looked in the direction from which the sound came, fortunately, they didn't see the bloody scene in their imagination, but Mu Tian didn't know what he was crazy about, his hands tightly covered his chest, and his face was full of distress.

"It's a loss, it's a loss, and I don't know how much rune paper I have to smash in, no, it's not the problem, it's unknown whether I can survive this time."

Mu Tianyi took out a stack of yellow paper from his shirt in distress, carefully counted five of them and pulled them out, and then quickly stuffed the rest back.

"Come here."

Hearing Mu Tian's shout, everyone also saw his movements just now, and they already knew what he was going to do, so they all rushed over one by one, only Fa Ming was still chanting with his eyes closed.

As expected, after Mu Tian saw everyone gathering, he handed out a piece of yellow paper in his hand according to the number of heads.

Looking at the remaining piece of yellow paper in his hand, Mu Tian looked blankly at Fa Ming who was closing his eyes in the distance: "Hey! Monk, don't you want it? ”

"Amitabha, thank you for your kindness, but the poor monks don't need it."

Fa Ming opened his eyes and glanced at the yellow paper that Mu Tian was holding in his hand, but he didn't have the slightest desire to come and pick it up.

"It's worthy of being a monk, this confidence is really enough."

Mu Tian sighed quietly, but he stuffed the yellow paper back with lightning speed in his hand.

Mo Yuan heard the emotion on Mu Tian's lips on the side, and the corners of his mouth twitched, he could hear that the other party was sincerely sighing, and there was no mockery in it.

But it was precisely because of this that Mo Yuan felt speechless for a while, what happened to the people here, how did they have such an almost paranoid cognition of the monk?

Isn't it clear to Fa Ming for a few moments? In addition to being a little thicker, the recovery ability is a little stronger, and sometimes you can face the ghost head-on for a while, although most of the results are ghosts after one move, Fa Ming is in a near-death state.

It may be that he is dying a lot, Fa Ming has adapted or how to drop, Mo Yuan now only feels that this monk is recovering faster and faster.

Glancing at Fa Ming, who closed his eyes again and recuperated on the side, Mo Yuan secretly complained in his heart, Fa Ming, you are going to develop in the direction of the meat shield, you were still dying before, and now you are full of anger? You are the one who has been healed by the Buddha's manifestation every time, right?

Although the components of the complaint accounted for the majority, Mo Yuan was also a little surprised by Fa Ming's almost perverted recovery ability, if he remembered correctly, it seemed that it was not long before Fa Ming was slapped by the ghost hand and hit the tree, right? Now it's all right?

"Hmmm... Ahem..."

Mu Tian cleared his throat, and a deliberate cough pulled everyone's thoughts back, seeing that everyone was looking at him, Mu Tiancai pointed to the yellow paper that Ruoxin was holding tightly in his hand and spoke.

"The yellow paper that one person gave you just now is close to your body, and it will automatically ignite when you encounter a sneak attack by ghosts, and you can resist the attacks of ghosts during the burning period."

Mo Yuan listened to Mu Tian's explanation, and his eyes gradually lit up, good thing! Wouldn't it be much safer if you got more? He had seen Mu Tian stuff a handful back into his arms before.

"Ahem."

Seeing Mo Yuan staring at his chest with bright eyes, Mu Tian coughed heavily again, and Mo Yuan reluctantly took his gaze away from his chest, looking at Mu Tian is a chill.

I'll go, this thing can't be a problem with sexual orientation, right?

Mu Tian muttered secretly in his heart, but continued to explain: "As for how long it can resist, it depends on the strength of the ghost thing." ”

Stretching out his hand and pointing at the timid Linlin behind Mo Yuan: "A kid like this can probably resist for three minutes." ”

"Three minutes?"

Mo Yuan's bright eyes suddenly dimmed, Linlin's attack power was only three minutes? Mo Yuan couldn't help but feel that this thing seemed to be... It doesn't seem to work.

In Mo Yuan's impression, Linlin's combat power is almost equal to zero, and it is only three minutes like this, if he really encounters a powerful ghost, Mo Yuan doubts that this yellow paper will be like paper paste, and it will not be broken anymore when touched? No, this thing seems to be paper, uh...