Xie Chen slowly came to the bridge, but he hadn't stepped on the bridge yet, and there were many runes engraved on it, and he couldn't understand what was being recorded.

However, after getting on the bridge, when he was about to take the second foot, there was already a burst of suona and gongs and drums in his ears.

These two voices are very familiar to me, after all, I was used to hearing them when I was in the mourning hall before, and I even listened to them all night.

It wasn't until it was close to six o'clock in the morning, that is, when the big red coffin was about to be pulled away for cremation, that the suona and gongs and drums would stop.

I was also fucking puzzled, after all, when I was supposed to be cremated, shouldn't it be the real one, and the sound of gongs and drums shook the sky?

Other places don't know that the customs of their hometowns are indeed like this, and there is no funeral for any normal dead person to go quietly.

Xie Chen breathed a sigh of relief, and didn't take the suona and gongs and drums that sounded in his ears too seriously.

After all, it didn't ring in this painting boat, it was in my ears, and it was spreading and circling.

I don't know, I thought this copy had the background music of 3D surround mode.

Xie Chen looked at the runes carved on the bridges around him, and continued to walk slowly forward, not slowing down.

When I got to the middle of the bridge, there was a slight twist in the road ahead.

The picture also became blurred, not in the direction of the executor, but after the darkness in front of him, the scene appeared completely different.

But he wasn't too surprised, and when he continued to walk forward, there was a long-lost rustle next to him.

However, it was not the sound of dead trees, but a dense bamboo forest, and the bamboo leaves flapped against each other, continuing to follow the sound of being blown by the wind.

Mixed with the sound of some crickets, it sounds very decompressing, and even a little relaxed.

But he did not relax his vigilance because of this, although it was dark in front of him, and the road under his feet was a little muddy, but he vaguely seemed to see a protruding tent,

But I'm not sure, after all, it's just a prototype.

As I continued to walk forward, there were many dark clouds in the sky, and I could see that behind these dark clouds, there was a huge bright moon.

Fortunately, the moon did not come out at this time, and I seem to remember that when I think of these rules, there is one in the middle that I can't shine on the moon.

It may not be the rules of the loess alley, but the muddy bamboo forest road itself, and these corresponding rules are applied.

"I've finally understood what obfuscation means."

After continuing to walk, he had come to this tent.

On the way behind, I also picked up a paper ball that was crumpled and thrown over.

It was definitely thrown from the tent, and it wasn't far, just as far as one person could throw out.

After opening the paper ball in his hand, he was more convinced of the idea he had just made.

The rules written in this paper ball are almost exactly the same as those seen in the memory fragments in my mind.

In other words, I definitely came to this place once before, but in the end it should have failed, and I couldn't complete this copy.

As for what went wrong, it may also have something to do with the corresponding choices made earlier.

Especially at the mouth of the loess alley, as well as the place of the ancient well, in fact, it is not easy to enter the painting boat.

may affect your own different endings every time you make a decision, and you will face a different situation when you enter the next scene.

This time, he didn't choose to throw away the paper ball, but folded it in half again and put it in his pocket.

At least this time the choice should be different from the previous one.

There are rules that do need to be followed, but there are also hints of mutual error in those rules.

For example, the rules of the note in this tent are basically staggered from the rules imagined at the mouth of the loess alley before.

But some of them can be equally applicable, but there are also some of them who have to distinguish between the different roles in the two scenarios, and if you just want to distinguish which one is right and which one is wrong, you will fall into a loop.

After continuing to walk, I soon came to a mountain road, which means that I have successfully escaped from this bamboo forest path.

"It's not that dangerous."

Xie Chen said to himself, in fact, the real situation is indeed the case, the danger level of the bamboo forest is almost zero, but the choices made here will also affect what to deal with in the next scene.

In fact, it is more about the decisions that have been made before.

Xie Chen was just about to walk up the mountain road, but found a trance-like figure in front of him, standing in place, looking at himself here.

There was no wind around, but the steps up the hill were so dark that it was impossible to even see clearly.

The guy estimated that he must be ten or twenty steps away from him, staring condescendingly, and there seemed to be some liquid dripping from his mouth.

In a trance, he seemed to look at a touch of scarlet, and he might be able to guess what it was, plus this guy was still covered with a layer of cloth, dancing without wind.

Xie Chen gritted his teeth, staring at this guy who brought him a great sense of security, and his scalp was a little numb.

This guy is extremely dangerous, and even he has goosebumps on his body.

I was a little prescient, and I didn't go head-to-head with this thing, and immediately put my hand in my pocket and pressed the pocket watch.

Ten minutes, even if this guy is a thick-skinned thing, even if it is linked to weirdness, he will be crippled if he doesn't die after ten minutes.

Xie Chen glanced around, then picked up half a brick under a tree and immediately rushed forward.

As his body got closer and closer, after seeing this figure, his head inexplicably remembered a ballad.

Of course, under this ballad, the most important thing is the three things that seem to be engraved in your bones.

"White skin, blue bones, red flowers."

The guy in front of him was wearing a human skin, and the skin of half of his cheek was tied around his neck like a scarf.

The rest of the spread human skin was exposed, and the limbs slowly floated in the air, looking very hideous.

It can be seen that it is a white paper figure, and the rough hands pinched out of the paper hold a bamboo that emits a bright cyan light.

Although this bamboo was only half an arm's thick, and even a little longer than a forearm, he still sensed a strong danger from above.

If you are slapped by this thing, it is estimated that you will have to walk around without eating.

Xie Chen swallowed his saliva, looking at the paper figure with scarlet blood on his face, he only felt that this face was a little familiar, as if he had seen this guy somewhere.

But ten minutes is limited, and it doesn't mean that you will have the leisure to talk about this thing when the time is longer.

Xie Chen picked up the bricks in his hand and went down to this guy's head.

This paper figure is obviously much more durable than the previous paper figure, although he has been hit by himself twice, but his head is still hard, and there is not even a little tendency to deflat.

"Vashal, is it so wearable?"

Xie Chen complained, threw the brick in his hand to the side, and kicked the paper man's face with his foot.

His own physique has been strengthened, even if the strength of five adult men is far inferior to his own, it is indeed not as effective as doing it himself.

After being kicked twice, the rough face of the paper man in white human skin obviously lost his previous aura.

Although there was no sign of damage, the whole face was covered with loess and sand, and it was yellowed as if it had been stained with excretion.

Xie Chen panted and wiped the sweat from his head, then picked up the pocket watch in his pocket and glanced at it, ten minutes of still time, and now there were three minutes left.

I was stunned that I had spent seven minutes with this guy, and I was all at the head of this thing.

In fact, in my own understanding, these paper figures are still a bit similar to the "zombies" in real movies.

The main way of attack is still the head of the net, as long as the head is gone, the stump and broken arm of the body basically do not pose much of a threat.

The basis for this is that the head of the white paper figure wreckage in Gujing is still able to control the confetti and severed limbs all over the ground to mess with itself.

I also have a long memory, and I didn't get beaten for a long time.

Xie Chen panted and looked at the head without any traces of damage, and there was no sign of damage after being stunned for so many moments, but at the junction with the body, the head of this paper man seemed to be a little loose.

The connection may not look so secure.

It used to be very tight, but now I can even see the bamboo frame in the middle, and if I work harder, maybe this thing will have to be scattered on the spot!

Xie Chen looked happy, and hurriedly continued to kick a few feet at the junction of his neck, which was better than a complete body to separate this guy's head.

Manipulating the body with only one head is much easier to deal with than a body.

Before I could kick a few times, the three minutes passed quickly, but I still couldn't get this head off.

As if aware of the beatings he had suffered during this time, the white-skinned paper man let out a roar.

He was taken aback and retreated three or four steps in a row.

You must know that this thing is made of paper paste, and now you can still make a sound with that paper mouth, which is simply against the sky.

"Are all the papermakers so good now?"

"This technology is almost catching up with the researchers."

Xie Chen hurriedly took the pocket watch and pressed the button to stop the time again.

The paper man in white skin, who had just lifted the cyan bone in his hand, was immediately frozen in mid-air, and the thing in his hand did not fall and hit him.

has made a defensive posture, and his hands are drawn in front of his head, and he is also relieved to see this scene, at least he does not need to bloom with his head.

The moment I saw this thing lift the cyan bone in my hand, I was startled.

"Ten more minutes, let me think about how I'm going to kill you next."

Xie Chen gritted his teeth, ran back and picked up the brick that he had just thrown away, and then stood back a little, and threw it towards the white-skinned paper figure with all his strength.

No matter how I said that when I was studying, I also won two consecutive shot put championships, and this kind of handwriting was just remembered at the moment when I pressed the pocket watch.

Bang.

The half brick in his hand smashed into the face of the white-skinned paper man with unmistakable accuracy, and this time even rubbed a small piece of confetti off the side of his cheek.

Xie Chen's eyes lit up, and he was even a little overjoyed.

I didn't expect that I would fight a thousand times, and I couldn't compare to throwing it forward.

But I haven't done it for two or three years, and after throwing it out like this, my arm still hurts a little.

In particular, this brick was already very rough, and the wound on his palm had just solidified, and the sharp corner directly drew a whole circle on the wound at the moment he threw it.

It can be said that it hurts so much that he bares his teeth.

"Damn, if I do it again, it's going to cost me my own life, you're not dead, I'll die first."

Xie Chen scolded and kicked the paper figure several times, making up for seven or eight punches.

However, two of the punches hurt the wounds in the palm of his hand, and he grinned in pain, but fortunately, the paper man's abdomen was more fragile than the other places, and after just two punches, some confetti had fallen out of the middle clothes.

At least it can play a subtle role.

But if it goes on like this, I don't know how many times I have to press my pocket watch.

If the pocket watch loses its effect in this situation, with the ability of this white leather paper man to resist attacks, he will probably have to be chased all the way back.

After looking at the pocket watch, he found that there were only five minutes left, and Xie Chen was also slightly relieved and sat on the ground to rest.

From the moment he pressed the pocket watch, he played non-stop for nearly five minutes.

At that age when I went to school, I didn't know how to make an appointment, and I was never so tired.

I feel like I've fought all the battles I've never fought in my life.

After resting for another two minutes, he played non-stop for two minutes.

In the last minute of the remaining, he quickly pulled away and watched the paper figure in front of him resume his movements.

This guy should have suffered the blow he threw with the bricks earlier, and his whole body took a step back, and without standing up straight, he stepped on the air and fell to the ground.

Then the beating time of the seven minutes added up to itself was all in effect, and the thing lay on the ground and wailed wildly, holding the cyan bone in its hand, and frantically waving the air around it.

I didn't want to give him any time to breathe, so I quickly pressed the pocket watch for the third time, and the scene was frozen in this guy lying on the ground struggling.

With another hand that was in a better condition, Xie Chen picked up the brick on the ground, ready to continue to provide one-stop service to this guy.

The previous copies were repeatedly deflated because they had not yet received clear information, and even if they had the function of a pocket watch, they were not easy to use.

Now I'm really happy.