Early the next morning, Lao Wu and Lao Zhang woke up at the same time, the two looked at each other, and both showed a weird smile.

Opened the door and walked out, and there were already players waiting outside the gate on the first floor one after another.

The two of them managed to blend in with the crowd without attracting anyone's attention.

Shen Yingxing and the three of them were late, and the little girl was still sitting on their shoulders.

I don't know if it's Xie Shasha's illusion, she always thinks that the little girl is alive.

Today's little girl once again appeared with scars of varying degrees, including traces of being roasted by fire and marks of being cut by a knife.

But obviously no one had done this to the little girl, and Xie Shasha couldn't figure out where the traces on her body came from.

Or maybe these traces were originally there for the little girl, but they appeared more and more as time went on.

The players waited for a long time before they saw Jingjing's slender figure at the end of the road.

She was still wearing a princess tutu, and today's skirt was snow-white, with a golden curly wig, and she didn't look like a real person.

"Good morning, everyone, how did you sleep yesterday."

Greet them quietly and cordially, today is the 4th day of the dungeon, and the players have survived more than a dozen people, which is incredible for a Type A dungeon.

Jiang Cun also thought it was incredible, in addition to the puppet exhibition hall, there was also a puppet making factory, and there were powerful ghosts killing people in these two places.

The rest of the place was too peaceful, even too peaceful.

This made him feel a little uneasy in his heart, knowing that under the calm and calm on the surface, there must be hidden treacherous monstrous waves.

No one replied to her for a long time, and Jing Jing didn't care, turned around and left after talking to herself, and didn't tell the players what they were going to do today.

Everyone followed in confusion, following farther and farther, looking in the direction as if it was yesterday's grave.

As he quietly stopped, countless graves appeared in front of everyone's eyes.

The grave bag in broad daylight doesn't look terrible, but today's grave bag has a monument.

Counting them carefully, there are a total of 17 grave packs, which corresponds to the 17 players they are still alive now.

They took a closer look, and the tombstone was plastered with their respective photographs.

The photo is black and white, and it looks a little old, as if it has been pasted here for a long time.

"Today, I will take you to pay tribute to the villagers, everyone kowtows sincerely and bows down, and those who are not sincere will have a bad end~"

A strange smile appeared on her quiet and delicate face, and she quietly looked at all the players, took a few steps back, and gave way to her position.

Just when everyone was in doubt, Shen Yingxing took the lead and found his tombstone.

She put the little girl on her shoulder on the tombstone, aimed at the little girl, and kowtowed sincerely.

"I hope you can live a peaceful life in the next life, and I wish you a life free of diseases and disasters."

As if a silent refusal, the little girl fell from the tombstone, staring at Shen Yingxing with dark eyes.

Seeing this, Shen Yingxing could only helplessly pick up the little girl and put it back on his shoulder.

"Since you don't want to let go, then I won't interfere in your affairs."

She touched the little girl's braids, which Shen Yingxing had braided for her when she got up in the morning.

Xie Shasha did the same, and also put her puppet on the tombstone, and kowtowed sincerely to worship.

After three kowtows, the delicate puppet raised a smiling face, and Xie Shasha stood up and put the figure back in her pocket.

After seeing both of them do this, the other players also learned to do it with suspicion.

Jiang Cun put the puppet on the tombstone, followed the three kowtows and bowed, and saw that he didn't find anything strange.

He stood up and carefully put the doll back into his pocket.

Sometimes a puppet is more than just a tool, and if used correctly, a puppet can also be an item they get in a dungeon.

The more human-like a prop is, the more powerful it can be.

Powerful ghosts like to live in things similar to humans.,Like dolls and dolls.,The strength that the ghost can exert is 100%.

Props like this are hard to come by, and now that one is delivered, Jiang Cun will take this puppet out no matter what.

After seeing Jiang Cun do the same, other players followed suit, placing the puppet on the tombstone and reluctantly kowtowing a few times.

"Ahh What is it. ”

The lamb looked up, and in front of him, the puppet was exactly like him.

Not only are the facial features exactly the same, but even the clothes on the body are the same.

"What's going on?"

The other players hurriedly walked over when they heard the movement, and also saw the puppet on the tombstone, which looked exactly like the lamb.

"How so?"

The others hurriedly looked like dolls in their pockets, and the puppet's facial features were still exquisite, and they did not become exactly the same as the player, except for the puppet of the lamb.

Shen Yingxing and the others also heard the movement here, and walked in with the crowd.

After seeing the puppet, Shen Yingxing immediately realized that this player was insincere, and only if he was unwilling would such a situation occur.

"Your heart is insincere, this is the puppet's punishment for you."

Shen Yingxing shook his head after speaking, he couldn't live for his own sin, he had already told them that he should kowtow sincerely and bow down, and he couldn't blame others if he was not sincere.

"Punishment, why is there still a punishment, no one said that there will be a punishment."

The little sheep was very puzzled, he didn't do anything, kowtowing and bowing down was also according to everyone's practice, why only he would be punished.

He held the doll in his hand, looking exactly the same as his facial features, and the more he looked at it, the more he felt a sense of penetration.

"Everyone is done with the memorial, now it's time to go to breakfast."

Jing Jing, who had been silent for a long time, suddenly spoke, retrieving everyone's attention.

"Quietly, is there anything wrong with this puppet?"

The little lamb held up the doll that looked exactly like himself, and asked Jingjing with a panicked expression.

Quietly smiled and shook her head at him, "This is who you are, why do you have a problem?" ”

When the little lamb heard this, his expression became more and more frightened, and he threw the puppet in his hand and threw it into the grave bag.

Seeing this, he quietly didn't say a word, and silently led everyone to the ancestral hall.

The little lamb who had lost the doll became suspicious, and he always felt as if he was following someone.

The prying gaze followed him like a maggot attached to a bone.

"Don't follow me anymore!"

Finally forced to stand by the prying eyes, the little sheep cried out in horror.