Someone said urgently, "Don't listen to her. She must be fake, or she has fallen into the devil's path, and he wants to destroy our last hope, so that we will have a nervous breakdown and consciously walk out of this door."

The crowd did not speak, but the atmosphere was gloomy.

Bai Zhou said: "But this other world will not lay a complete dead end, behind every game, there is a way to live."

"And the way to survive at this level is in the shop that sells oil-paper umbrellas."

Everyone was shocked and looked at each other.

Oil-paper umbrellas?

"In fact, the oil-paper umbrella of each level can be used when you get this level, but ordinary people can't think of this." Bai Zhou said, "As long as you open the oil-paper umbrella, you can move around at will at this level, and these monsters who have fallen into the devil's path will not be able to harm you."

The Taoist priests in the room became excited, and their hearts were pounding.

"What you say is true?" Someone couldn't help but ask.

Before Bai Zhou could speak, Daoist Tang next to him spoke.

"Don't believe her, he's deceiving you." This time, he used his own voice, that is, Tang Daochang, "If you believe it, he is killing himself."

"Is it Daoist Tang?" The people in the room exclaimed, "Hasn't he been caught by the red light and has fallen into the devil's path?"

"Could it be that he has something to do? Resisted the red light?"

"I heard that Tang Daochang had an adventure when he was young, and he had a lot of magic weapons on his body, maybe it is really possible."

Seeing that they didn't believe in themselves, Bai Zhou said, "If I have really fallen into the devil's path and are deceiving you, why doesn't he do it to me?"

Everyone was stunned for a moment, yes, if Daoist Tang really had a magic weapon that could resist the red light, seeing that Bai Daoyou who had fallen into the Demon Dao was deceiving them, not only would he stop it with a loud voice, but he would also immediately take action to eliminate the other party.

Someone questioned, "Didn't you just see someone deceiving us?"

Bai Zhou said, "Because Zixi is likely to be watching the live broadcast, I can't attack his master in front of him."

Zixi has a very close relationship with his master, like father and son.

Even if he knew that he wouldn't survive, if Bai Zhou dared to really do something to him, Zixi would hold a grudge for the rest of his life.

What's more, Bai Zhou felt that it was not necessary.

Their purpose is to save people, not to kill the monsters in the level.

What's more, these monsters can't be killed, and if they die, there will be another stubble.

"I'm short on time, I can't make small talk with you anymore. I'll hand you the oil-paper umbrella. Hurry up and save people, gather all the survivors scattered in this level, and take them to the City God Temple."

With that, she threw all the oil-paper umbrellas she had gotten into the house.

The store had two carved windows, and this one smashed the wooden windows, and seven or eight oil-paper umbrellas were thrown in.

The people in the room hurriedly avoided being caught by the red light.

"There are many more in the oil-paper umbrella shop, so you can pick them up anytime if you need them." Bai Zhou said, "I'm going to the next level, and this level will be handed over to you."

After that, she turned around and left, Tang Daochang looked at her angrily, eager to break her body into pieces, but she was holding an oil-paper umbrella, he couldn't hurt her at all, he could only watch her leave.

The Taoist priests in the room looked at the oil-paper umbrella on the ground, and didn't know whether to get it for a while.

Tang Daochang's voice sounded outside again: "There are evil spirits hidden in those umbrellas, don't open them, once they are opened, you will be killed by evil spirits, this is a trap, don't be fooled!"

Everyone didn't know what to do, and suddenly a Taoist priest stretched out his hand, turned his aura into an invisible palm, and grabbed an oil-paper umbrella.

"This is our only chance, I'm going to give it a try." His gaze was as firm as a rock, and his words rang out, "Otherwise, we'll all be trapped here."

With that, he opened the oil-paper umbrella and stood under the red light.

Everyone's hearts suddenly rose to their throats, and their eyes were about to pop out.

Quiet.

Deathly silence.

The Taoist priest raised his head, and the expression on his face did not change, but revealed a little joy.

"It works!" He happily said, "It really works! We can go out!"

Only then did everyone smile, pick up the oil-paper umbrellas on the ground, and walked out of the house.

There was Daoist Tang standing outside the house, and he looked at the Taoist priests who came out in a stream, and found that they all had umbrellas, and some of them even had an extra handful in their hands.

His eyes were full of unwillingness, and the Taoist priests looked at him deeply, and finally sighed.

"Senior Brother Tang, I'm sorry." With that, they turned away, stopped looking at him, and hurried away, looking for a survivor.

Bai Zhou came to a paper shop.

It specializes in selling all kinds of paper, including rough-edged paper for practicing calligraphy, fine rice paper, and some cardboard mixed with small flowers, on which you can write some poems and handbooks with a pen, in short, all elegant things.

This was the entrance to the next level in her memory.