Zhao Sibao's body was round, and the butcher's overalls were very conspicuous and impressive.

His current headless body was exactly the same as the one at the murder scene on Wufu Street in the morning, so Shen Xing could distinguish it if he carefully identified it.

Shen Xing hurriedly turned his head to look around, and began to complain in his heart again, this is not heaven at all, what kind of hell is this place, is it really a netherworld mansion?

Shen Xing didn't know that this was an unnamed Arkham village.

Because Zhao Sibao is a believer in the Forbidden Order and has been exposed to some kind of evil ritual, he will inevitably fall into the spiritual prison after his death, and will become a demon spirit with only resentment and broken memories.

Although the demon spirits are no different from us living people, if they don't cultivate diligently, their bodies will be very light.

They consume almost no energy and can float lightly, so light that they will float unconsciously when they take a few random steps, like a moonwalk.

All the dead who fall into the Hell's Dungeon will randomly fall into a Arkham town or village.

But there are also extremely unlucky situations, such as falling outside the village or town, or even in the wilderness, you will get stuck, then get lost in the wilderness, and finally be eaten by monsters.

Zhao Sibao was unlucky, he fell into this nameless village, and there seemed to be no one else here but him.

Shen Xing now ignored a very important issue, in the small town of Arkham, including near the stone pillars, other creatures could see or sense his presence.

So Zhao Sibao's headless body slowly walked towards him, and suddenly stretched out a hand, wanting to pull him.

Shen Xing was startled, and immediately realized this problem, he must have discovered me!

Shen Xing held up the kitchen knife and shouted, "Stop, or I'll hack you to death." ”

Zhao Sibao really stood still. He has a broken memory now, so he doesn't know Shen Xing, and besides, his head is not here, maybe in another Arkham town.

He was in the saddest situation, and if no one helped him, his head and his body could be separated forever.

This is probably why his killers cut off his head. Even if you chase you to the Spirit Prison, you won't be able to ask any secrets, because Zhao Sibao's head is very easy to be wasted by those boring people.

Only a lonely head is equivalent to nothing, and it is worse than wild dogs and wild cats in a ghost place like the Spirit Prison Dungeon, and it is easy to be thrown into the field to feed the demon puppet beasts.

Zhao Sibao looked like a fool and turned around and walked back. He didn't have a head, he couldn't talk to Shen Xing, and he didn't know him.

Shen Xing saw that he was not hostile, and hurriedly went to find the aluminum box.

When I went into the grass house, it was very simple and cold, with a few broken stools, a wild bed, and a few broken clay pots, which could be said to be the kind of house with four walls.

The walls of the house were actually made of mud and weeds, and finally they were pasted with paper.

Shen Xing searched casually, and soon found the small aluminum box.

He pried the lid open with a kitchen knife and found that there were five small glass balls of different colors inside, which looked like children's toys.

This demon god is also too persistent, and he still remembers this box of toys until he dies, maybe it was bought by his mother, or maybe it was given by his childhood friend.

Shen Xing held the aluminum box in his hand, and after he came out, he walked around casually.

......

Come to the well and peek in.

I almost scared the hell!

There was a small head floating in the well, which looked like the head of a young Westerner.

The Westerner was the first to say, "Sir, can you catch me?"

"Tell me who you are?"

"My name is Aimar. ”

Shen Xing asked Aimar, "Why are you running into the well when you have nothing to do, who threw you down, why are you so lacking in virtue?"

Aimar explained, "It wasn't who threw me down, it was here when I died. ”

Shen Xing was confused, "You were in the well after you died?"

"Yes, sir, I'm afraid it's been hundreds of years. ”

"It's really nonsense, soak it for hundreds of years and it won't rot?"

"It's true, I didn't lie to you. Aimar confessed.

In other words, this person was so decrepit that he was cut off by someone during his lifetime, and fell into the spiritual prison after his death, and unfortunately fell directly into this well.

Shen Xing thought for a while, "After I fish you up, will you bite?"

"No, I'm a demon spirit, so I don't have to eat. ”

What the hell is a demon? Shen Xing had never heard of it, and when he heard the name, he thought it was a terrifying big devil or something.

Shen Xing pondered in his heart, should I do good deeds? What if this head named Aimar is a demon? I fished him up, and he ate me, then wouldn't I be too weak.

I'd better be cautious and never be a Madonna.

Shen Xing hurriedly said: "I'm sorry, I don't have a rope here, otherwise, I'll bring a rope to save you another day." ”

Aimar rejoiced, "Great, thank you, sir, may God bless you." ”

This Westerner with only brains is too easy to deceive, he can't tell that Shen Xing is lying to him like he has no brains.

Shen Xing hurriedly left the well, so as not to listen to him crying and nagging again.

......

I looked around casually and found nothing of value.

Looking at Zhao Sibao's body walking around aimlessly, he felt that he was so pitiful.

It was the first time that Shen Xing had encountered this kind of thing of being killed in the afternoon and "bumping into the Netherworld Mansion" at night, and he felt that it was too decaying, it was simply decaying to the extreme.

If Zhao Sibao could speak, Shen Xing wanted to ask him, who killed you? Did you really join some forbidden order? What the hell was going on with that forbidden order? Why did you think of joining that kind of organization? What benefits can you get?

It's a pity that Zhao Sibao's body, who has no head, will only float around aimlessly. If no one bothered him, he would have drifted for hundreds of years, until he finally turned into a dry corpse and finally shattered into a pile of dust.

It feels like the time is almost up.

Shen Xing looked at the aluminum box in his hand, thought of his original intention, wanted to see if he could bring a kitchen knife in, and wanted to cut something and bring it back.

In addition to whether I can bring it out, I also want to see if the things I take out are the same as the ones outside.

This aluminum box was a request from the souls of the dead on the stone pillar, and the ghost knows if it would suddenly dissipate after taking it out, so Shen Xing still needed to get something to take it out.

He grabbed a kitchen knife and scrambled for something, and the village was full of stones and rotten wood. You can't bring a stone back, can you?

When I saw some small trees outside the village, I simply cut down a branch and brought it back, after all, the branch is a plant, not a dead thing.

Shen Xing walked out of the village and came to the small tree.

The small tree is not as tall as him, and Shen Xing is more than one meter and eight.

He cut off the branches and stuck his kitchen knife in the trunk.

Holding the branch in his hand, he thought it was strange, it looked like plastic.

When the time came, it wasn't plastic, it was because his vision was starting to blur, so he had an illusion.

A virtual door suddenly appeared in front of him, which was the outline of the bathroom door, and he was anxious for Shen Xing to push the door.

Shen Xing was afraid of an accident, so he quickly pushed the door in, and returned to the bar bathroom at once.

......

Stand outside the door of that bathroom.

"Oh no, I forgot to take the kitchen knife!"

Shen Xing looked at the aluminum box in his hand and found that the branch had disappeared, and the kitchen knife had forgotten on the trunk.

He calmed down and immediately thought......

In other words, this real game fantasy can't be brought out at random.

To be precise, you can't bring out things that can be obtained at will, but if they are items that are explained by game missions, you can.

Shen Xing still misunderstood it as a real game.

He can't be blamed for that, because there are really complicated rules in it, and some things can be brought out and some can't. If we were in his position, we might have this illusion as well.

Shen Xing held the small aluminum box and shook it a few times, the glass ball inside was rolling, indicating that the glass ball was still there, and the thing that the dead soul had asked could bring out.

"However, my kitchen knife is missing, which is so unfair!"

Shen Xing was indignant, and he was still very uncomfortable when he lost a kitchen knife.

He thought about it seriously, maybe the bathroom in "Hell", if he entered, it would not be a game fantasy, it was probably a real killing battlefield, and maybe he could bring back everything.

Do you want to try it?

Forget it, I'm just a little octopus now, not enough chopsticks for others, let's try again later.

Shen Xing came outside and looked up at the old wall clock, convinced that the time in the illusion was as long as the one outside.

Shen Xing suddenly realized that there would be a lot of guests in these two bathrooms, and it would be a pity if I was the only one who could enter the illusion.

If you can let others in, such as a little cousin......

Hehe, maybe I'll get the most out of it.

As soon as I thought of being able to reap the benefits, I no longer felt sorry for the kitchen knife.

Now there is only one question left, what to do with this small aluminum box and the glass ball inside?

The ghost on the stone pillar just wanted me to help him get things out of that hellish place, and didn't say what to do with it.

Alas, a headache.

If there is any secret to these things, and there are some bad consequences, then it will be troublesome.

Shen Xing carefully opened the lid.