The melon watcher had no choice but to tremble and tremble and put the sword with the scabbard across his chest, which was better than a burning stick, right?

However, the round-faced little village girl didn't intend to pay attention to him at all, turned the bracelet on her wrist a few times, moved the lotus step lightly, and approached the stone carving at the door of the ear room, as if she had walked in directly, and suddenly disappeared, but the bracelet fell to the ground.

The look of the melon man was even more nervous, staring closely at the stone carving, wasn't the virgin who put the bracelet on his wrist just now?

This is exactly the effect that Shen Fei wants, it is enough to watch the melon people worry for a long time.

Shen Fei himself has already figured it out, the reason why the round-faced little village girl can show up, it is very likely that the round-faced little village girl is also like a man-eating crocodile and a green tree python, and she has the idea of treating herself as the master in her heart, and when the round-faced little village girl was teasing other villagers before, she had already revealed this meaning.

In order to prove this, Shen Fei successively experimented with the more impressive Niu Kelian, the sharp-faced village girl, the old man with a goatee, the rosacea man, and the tall old man, but it didn't work.

The melon watcher froze, his eyes fixed on the stone carving, he bent down and picked up the bracelet, and looked at the place where he was fiddling with the trophy, to make sure that it was not an illusion just now, otherwise the bracelet would not have come here by itself.

He returned to the pile of loot, gently lowered the bracelet, and fiddled with the sword in his hand. This time it was quite pleasant, maybe because I wasn't nervous, I pulled it out all of a sudden, and the luster like rotten silver flashed with cold light, it was definitely a good sword.

However, a dark shadow slowly approached, and he subconsciously turned his head to look, and sure enough, it was the round-faced little village girl who walked back, staring at the bracelet without squinting.

The melon man had the courage to wave the sword in his hand, trying to scare the round-faced little village girl.

The round-faced little village girl didn't look at him, walked directly to the bracelet, picked up the bracelet and put it on her wrist, then turned her head and walked away, approached the stone carving, and suddenly disappeared again, and the bracelet fell to the ground again.

The melon man was stunned for a moment, walked to the stone carving and looked closely, the more he looked at it, the more he looked at it, the more he looked like it, and the hand holding the sword trembled slightly.

In his memory, whether it was the notes left by his grandfather and grandfather, or the dictation of his father, there was never a record of the haunting in the tomb, as if it only existed in legends and movies.

But the repeated situation just now made his heart shake, is there really a ghost in the world? If not, how can everything just now be explained?

Although this is in his own five-dimensional dream space, he has listened to Du Meng's introduction, and has also consulted Du Meng on some details, everything that happens in this is based on the data collected from the ancient tomb field, and it is possible to happen in reality.

So when dealing with the green tree python, he wanted to verify his strength first, and then had to consider the problem of refresh. Just now, I was thinking about it, to see if the female ghost would hurt herself, and to accumulate valuable information and experience for the real grave digging.

After all, if he is injured in his dream, he can recover by refreshing, and even if he dies, the five-dimensional dream space will be refreshed by default to the beginning of this small plot, which is equivalent to resurrecting him.

If there is an accident in the process of digging the grave in reality, let alone die directly, even if you are only injured, you will be in a state of isolation and helplessness, and you can only survive the last moments of your life in pain and helplessness.

He picked up the bracelet and put it back in the loot.

Unexpectedly, the round-faced little village girl followed immediately, still not looking at him, ignoring the sword he kept waving in his hand, walked up to the bracelet and put it on his wrist, then turned his head and approached the stone carving, suddenly disappeared again, and the bracelet fell to the ground again.

The melon people are a little relieved, it seems that this bracelet belongs to the female ghost, or that the female ghost loved this bracelet very much when she was alive, and she wanted it when she died.

Fortunately, she can't take it away, it doesn't prevent her from getting rich, and she doesn't mean to hurt others, so let her go.

He walked over again, and just wanted to bend down to pick up the bracelet, but he didn't expect the round-faced little village girl to appear next to the bracelet one step ahead of him, and also made a posture of wanting to bend down to pick up the bracelet, and the two of them met each other.

The round-faced little village girl glared at him fiercely. The upper lip is tucked up, as if baring his teeth and threatening.

He subconsciously hurriedly took two steps back, your sister! It turns out that you can't see me, it's really me who is air!

The round-faced little village girl then returned her eyes to the bracelet, picked it up, and put it on her wrist.

Not surprisingly, as she seemed to walk into the statue, the bracelet fell to the ground again, lying there quietly.

This time, the melon watcher didn't dare to get close and bent down to pick it up, and while staring at the statue, he stretched out his arm and stuck the tip of the sword into the ground between the bracelets, trying to pull the bracelet to him.

But he didn't expect that the round-faced little village girl appeared again, leaned over and pinched the sword body and lifted it up, poked it on the ground next to it, picked up the bracelet and put it on her wrist, and squinted her eyes coldly at him.

He couldn't help but feel his heart beating wildly, people didn't care about this sword at all, and they didn't even have any intention of snatching or destroying it, and now this kind of look was because he had her off?

Thinking about it this way, he was a little more emboldened, anyway, it doesn't matter if he is dead or injured in this dream space, I will fight with you, a female ghost!

But he soon realized how self-defeating the idea was.

When the sword in his hand was about to stab the round-faced little villager, the little village disappeared, and the bracelet fell to the ground and rolled out.

As soon as he walked in front of the bracelet, the little village girl appeared next to the bracelet one step ahead of him, bent down and picked up the bracelet, but only gestured next to his wrist, perhaps because he finally understood that he couldn't take it away, so he held it in his hand and shook it at him.

Before he could figure out why he was shaking the bracelet at himself, the little village girl shook her hand back hard, and with a "snap", the bracelet broke into several pieces on the tomb wall!

The corners of his mouth twitched in pain, no one could think of it!

He was on fire for a moment, holding his sword flat and stabbing at the little village girl.

When the tip of the sword was less than half a meter away from the little village girl, the little village girl suddenly disappeared again.

This made him suddenly realize that the statue was not the only entrance and exit for the female ghost, which was a bit troublesome, who knew where she would suddenly appear from?

He suddenly felt that something was wrong on his left side, and when he turned his head, the little village girl was standing next to his trophies, raised the kiln and turned the oil drip bowl and smashed it, so panicked that he hurriedly threw away his sword and took it with both hands.

Unfortunately, it didn't follow, and the kiln oil drip bowl only touched his fingertips, and then fell to the ground.

He hurriedly knelt down to check, and couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief, so lucky, maybe his fingertips had a cushioning effect, and it didn't break.

"Click" with a crisp sound!

His face fell there.

The little village girl threw three silver ingots over, and one of them broke the kiln oil drip bowl that had just survived the disaster into three petals!js3v3