Mo Shouliang said disdainfully, "That kid has a little white face that is underbeaten, but we don't know where he came from, let's take a look first." ”

"What if Wang Yue asks him to cooperate?" Guo Yuda said.

Mo Shouliang said in a rough voice, "You stare at that kid and Wang Yue, they are not their own people, even if the negotiation is completed, this kind of cooperation is easy to collapse in the game." ”

Xie An's identity is too conspicuous in the dungeon, similar to the open card, and you can see his movements without stumbling on it.

Wang Yue is not stupid, so he will not give priority to cooperating with him, but will find two other players with slightly lower combat power to control the situation by himself.

——

Jiang Qi went downstairs, the cold wind blew a white cloth high, the shadows on the ground also swayed in the candle flames, and the leaves in and out of the courtyard rustled, like humming a melodious and mournful ballad.

This copy is different from the last time, the horror of the last time lies in the indescribable power of the unreachable trench of the human race, the indescribable, indescribable power, and this time it is the weirdness and evil gate that sends chills down the spine.

The mourning hall was quiet inside and outside, only the sound of the wind and the burning of candles, and the air was filled with the smell of incense, candles, and paper money.

Standing by the door, you can faintly see the white cloth-covered corpse with its protruding toes, the dim light of the candle shining on half of the portrait, and the other half's face blurry and dark.

Wreaths and colorful paper figures erected against the wall are rattled by the wind, giving the illusion that they will move at any moment.

Jiang Qi glanced at the long candles and lamp oil stacked in the corner, and took two steps inside,

There is a different style of painting in the gloomy and silent mourning hall - Xie An, who is wearing a filial piety dress, sits on a bamboo recliner and slowly opens his eyes.

Jiang Qi was stunned for two seconds when he saw this scene.

This is the mourning hall, there is a corpse in the middle, he looks comfortable sitting in the courtyard at night to enjoy the shade, it is a pity not to go to work in the cemetery.

Jiang Qi wanted to go up and say, how did you sleep? At your age, are you asleep? Get up and change the candles! There's only a small piece left, and it's almost burning out!

Jiang Qi walked around the corpse parked in the middle, and the sound of the paper being blown by the wind stopped for a while, very like someone whispering, but it was not safe to go over to see her.

Compared with the cold and gloomy mourning hall, the brain supplement of his psychological effect is more terrifying, the wind is blowing outside, and the back is cold, Jiang Qi feels that someone puts his hand on his shoulder and follows his back.

Looking back, only the pale and strange paper man stared at her, and the color of the paper man's mouth seemed to be more gorgeous than during the day.

Did the paper man blink just now?

Jiang Qi wasn't sure, she didn't trust her vision at night.

Walking back to the front of the mourning hall, in the white cloth that no one could see, the withered and blue fingers moved stiffly, and on the still peaceful face, the eyes that were originally closed did not know when to open.

His dilated pupils were bloodshot, and he stared straight at the flickering light on the white cloth.

Jiang Qi picked up two long candles and a stack of paper money, lit the paper money on the candle that was about to burn out, threw it into the charcoal basin, and added some lamp oil to the lantern.

The man on the recliner finally got up, took the candle from her side, lit it, and put it on either side.

"Your name is Jiang Qi?" A calm voice came out of his mouth.

Jiang Qi deliberately asked, "How do you know?" ”

"I heard them call you Miss Jiang Qi." His gaze fell on Jiang Qi's hand, and the dark sandalwood bracelet glowed softly in the dancing candle flame.

"I thought you weren't going to bother here." Jiang Qi's eyebrows raised slightly.

In her speculation, the identity of Master Xie's only son is very dangerous.

As long as he is in this mourning hall, his danger level will have to lean back.

"I don't really care." He looked at Jiang Qi with a sincere face, and his three-dimensional facial features reflected a shadow on his face, "Xie Chaoci." ”

Jiang Qi searched her mind for a moment, and suddenly remembered that before entering this dungeon, she checked the dungeon information in the options and saw this name in the first-pass players and rankings.

Sure enough, the identity of the old man's son, the game was assigned to the player with the highest combat power as a balance.

The first to die in Qingshi Town was Old Man Xie, followed by the second uncle of the family, it can't be said that people who are not related to each other are safe, but the blood relationship is close to the priority.

Jiang Qi raised his eyes, "You came to this copy for the first pass?" ”

"So to speak."

Jiang Qi nodded.

At night, I can get a reclining chair to sit in the mourning hall safely, and the competitors are very strong, and the result this time is really not certain.

——

At the same time, the watchman struck three gongs.

The low, long sound of gongs echoed through the town of Bluestone in the middle of the night, and the shadow of the lantern reflected in the cracked stone slabs of the threshold.

In the rich house, a terrible cry suddenly sounded, and the whole house was lit up.

"Sir...... Master...... Why are you so ruthless, leaving a big family behind..... What can I do in the future......"

"Daddy, Daddy....."

"Go and inform your uncle ..... clan"

In the midst of the long-term crying, another family in Bluestone Town hung up white lanterns, and the slender laughter in the rustling wind became sharper.

When Jiang Qi heard the news, he was sitting on a stool, yawning and looking at the candle on the left, his eyes were ghosted, and he didn't see anything.

Knowing the death of Xie Jinshou and a respected old man in the town, Jiang Qi suddenly fell asleep, looking at the silent courtyard, a cold aura slowly penetrated the fabric behind her.

died during a banquet one night, and the other two disappeared inexplicably at home in the middle of the night, the old man was an elder, and there was no reason to rush to worship, and he had never been to Xie's house today.

"Three people died in one day, and there is no funeral here, and white lanterns have been hung up over there, and I don't know what's going on in the town lately." The little guy who just reported whispered.

"I heard before that the deceased will take their relatives as companions, do you think it will be the old man and his ......?"

"Don't talk nonsense, it's the middle of the night." The other guy rubbed his arms together and muttered twice, "It's weird." ”

Jiang Qi stood behind the pillar and watched the two little servants walk away, frowned slightly and returned to the mourning hall, his eyes turned back to the corpse covered with a white cloth.

Could it be that it really did it? And how did you choose the target?

The third person who died had a high status in Bluestone, but he was not from this cousin's family.

"Before the NPC died, I saw it." Xie Chaoci said indifferently.

Jiang Qi: "What? ”

"There are 'people' squatting here to eat." He spoke slowly, as if he were talking about something sparse and ordinary.

Jiang Qi Huo Ran looked at the thick candle and the ever-bright lamp underneath in surprise, the meal offered to the deceased was placed there, it looked a little dry and hard after a long time, and there were some ashes burned by paper money on it.