Screaming Cycle

As soon as Fan Luming's question was said, everyone's attention was focused on her.

"Rile, why didn't I expect it!"

Mo Tiangen slapped his forehead, quickly flicked out the wooden sign in his arms, then spread his hand in the direction of the crane-shaped candlestick, with his palm hanging in the air, as if he was touching a person that no one else could see.

"Your little boy, the voice of your voice..."

He thought for a moment and described:

"Is it soft, with a little nasal sound, and a bit procrastinated at the end of the sentence?"

Looking at Mo Tiangen like this, Ji Tuan couldn't help being curious, and took off his wooden sign.

So he also saw Zhao's appearance.

It turned out to be a beauty with a beautiful face and a good manner, but her figure was illusory. Through her body, she could vaguely see the wall behind. Upon closer inspection, her body was floating in mid-air, sharp. The feet are still half a knuckle away from the ground.

At this time, the white-clothed woman stretched her hand forward, placed her translucent fingertips in Teacher Dagen's palm, her lips were slightly opened and she seemed to be talking, but Ji Yu couldn't hear her voice.

"it is as expected!"

Mo Tiangen nodded repeatedly, then he thought about it, and then asked:

"Then... hide and seek, what else do you know?"

The Fan's sister and brother immediately pricked up their ears, and his expression narrowed when he was re-elected.

Ji Lu saw that after hearing Mo Tiangen's question, Zhao's eyes widened slightly, seeming to be quite surprised, and then his lips moved silently.

"Okay, it's all clear now!"

After "listening" to Zhao's narration, Mo Tiangen retracted his outstretched hand, looked around his body, and immediately repeated the answer he had just heard:

"Zhao said that the little son of the villa did speak softly, and he liked to put a long tone at the end of the sentence."

The Fan's sisters and brothers clenched their fists together very tacitly:

"That's right, the voice we have been hearing must be that of the little boy!"

"Also, she also said that the little son used to play hide-and-seek in the courtyard with the family and the nursery. He tied a red cloth scarf to one of them as a'ghost', and he went to find other people and passed the cloth towel to the victim The person he caught—does that sound exactly the same as we are now?"

"Ah! Tell me, is there something wrong with that little boy!"

Fan Hemian stomped his feet with anger after hearing this:

"Obviously, it was the monsters outside who killed his family. If he doesn't take revenge, he will come to torture us innocent passers-by, A, B, C, D, what is it!?"

Ji Shu: "..."

He also had the same question.

In Ji Xiaoniao’s view, even if this little boy is really capable of reproducing the entire house he lived in in a painting wall, he did not retaliate after he was ruined by the monsters. A group of spirits come to toss them as human actors. This idea is very strange and unreasonable.

With the lessons learned from the “king” who was still possessed by the little boy Surin in the last “world”, Ji Yu has learned to sum up his experience.

People living in every "world" are not pure NPCs in video games. They all have independent thinking in their own dimensions, and what they do is logical.

So if a certain “indigenous” did something he found difficult to understand, it probably meant that there were some reasons that he hadn’t found out.

However, what is certain is that, based on the information currently available, the beginnings and transitions of the matter are already very clear.

The little son got a set of pen, ink, paper and inkstone from his stepmother, and then drew a mural on the wall. A group of monsters came after hearing the wind, and in order to hunt for treasures, all the living people in the mansion were harmed. As a result, the house and the monsters in it were destroyed. All were trapped and died in the painted wall.

In that case, the crux of the matter is that the set of four treasures of the study that the little boy has gotten has been added.

After all, no matter how talented and talented the little boy is, he is only a thirteen or fourteen-year-old ordinary mortal. There will definitely not be a realm of gods that can communicate with the world and make yin and yang by painting a mural.

Even the magic pen Ma Liang has to rely on the fairy to give him the magic pen, so that he can paint everything he wants!

Obviously, not only Ji Shu, but also a few others think so.

At this moment, Fan Hemian stood up, dashed to the wall, and picked up the black dog **** into a zongzi. Apart from anything else, he shook in a violent storm and shook Director Yan so loudly and talked. I forgot to say.

"Quickly, where is that set of pen, ink, paper and inkstone!?"

Fan's sister fiercely threatened:

"Otherwise, take your skin off and use it as a foot cushion!"

Manager Yan was held upside down by the girl in his hands, and the whole dog was dizzy, only to feel that everything in front of him was spinning constantly.

"Wh, what... Wow, what pen, ink, paper and inkstone?"

He was almost crying, "I, I really, don't know..."

"Yes?"

Fan Hemian pulled out the dagger tied in his belt, made two gestures with the blade edge, and said with a grinning smile: "Since you can't remember now, then I will chop off your tail first, so you can think about it!"

As he said, he raised his dagger, and greeted the black dog's tail sticking out of his ass.

"Don't don't don't! The heroine, stop!"

Manager Yan screamed hysterically.

Just kidding, you know, these fairies are different from humans, their tails are more expensive than their hands and feet.

The curly boy just nailed his tail with an arrow, which is equivalent to damaging his cultivation for a hundred years. If the tail is chopped off by this fierce woman, his path of cultivation will be completely cut off!

"Listen to me! Listen to me!"

He cried and shouted: "I know! I know where what you are looking for!"

"Ah."

Fan Hemian dropped the frightened black dog, and commanded coldly:

"Say it!"

"I, I do, do not remember any pen, ink, paper and inkstone..."

As Manager Yan said, he looked at the shimmering sharp blade in the girl's hand tremblingly, for fear that she would chop off her tail again.

On this point, he did not lie.

There are a group of mountain spirits and wild monsters in the house. More than 90% of them don’t know one in big characters. Besides, the monsters with a little Taoism basically have some small spells for sending messages. They usually don’t need to write letters, and no one likes them. Reading and painting.

"No, but, when we searched for the baby, we almost turned the whole mansion upside down, and then—"

Fan Hemian stretched his feet and stepped on the black dog's tail, "Then what?"

Manager Yan quickly said:

"Then, we collected everything that seemed to be worth some money and gave it to the king of five links!"

He clamped his hips, trying to retract his tail as much as possible.

"The king didn't find the treasure he wanted in it, so he locked all those things in the warehouse!"

—Okay, if you compare it with the task chain of the RPG game, the "current task" becomes looking for the warehouse full of valuables.

Ji Shu thought so.

Sure enough, before Fan Hemian could speak, the black dog who had been worried about his tail had already confessed first.

"The warehouse is behind the main hall! It is behind the main hall! There are two brave squatting at the door, it is easy to find!"

As Manager Yan said, he carefully looked at several ferocious humans, and tremblingly finished the second half sentence:

"No, but, the warehouse has a nine-hole exquisite lock guarded by the king. It is a powerful magic weapon... if there is no key, it is light and easy to break the restriction... and, if the restriction of the exquisite lock is touched, It will also alarm the king..."

Fan Hemian raised his willow eyebrows, and just opened his red lips. Before he could speak, Director Yan had already swiftly answered directly:

"The key king usually carries it with him, just, inlaid, on his crown!"

Hearing this answer from Director Yan, everyone was silent for a while.

Obviously, if you want to find the four treasures of the study that are likely to be the beginning of everything, you must enter the warehouse.

There are two ways to enter the warehouse.

The first method is to forcibly enter, and then alarm the five-way gods and a large group of monsters in the house, which is basically equivalent to a collective suicide.

The second method is to find a way to get the key from the five-pass god...it’s hard to do!

For almost a full minute, no one spoke, and even the black dog held his breath nervously, not daring to take a breath.

"cough."

At this time, a muffled cough broke the silence.

Ji Lu and others followed their reputations and found that Zhao Chai was awake, sitting up from the ground with difficulty with his hands and feet behind him.

"I know... hiss!"

His movement immediately involved the arrow wound on his calf, he couldn't help but gasped, but he finished speaking firmly:

"...I know one of the weaknesses of the Five Powers."

Seeing his painful expression, Fan Luming got up and walked to him, spreading his hand to cover his wound, urging his healing powers to heal him, while others stared at Zhao Zhui with scorching eyes, waiting for him Finish talking.

In fact, Zhao Chai woke up when he was **** with his hands and feet.

But he knew that struggling was useless, so he simply faced the wall, closed his eyes and pretended to be dizzy, and silently listened to other people.

So Zhao Zhui naturally heard all the information about this mansion, and also learned about the conversation between Ji Lu and Ren Jianmo about not wanting their lives and planning to cooperate with them.

When he realized that he still had a chance to live, Zhao Zhui was extremely surprised, and decided to show the utmost sincerity and tell everything he knew:

"I heard a few monsters chat earlier and mentioned that there is a wine made by macaques in the wine cellar. It's called'Drunk Thousand Days'. It has a strong stamina. If you drink a glass, even the five spirits will be drunk."

Everyone turned their heads, looked at Manager Yan, and asked in unison:

"Really?"

"Yes, there is such a wine, and it is indeed strong..."

Manager Yan paused, then added anxiously:

"But this wine... can smell a strong passion fruit fragrance. Since the king has been drunk once, he will never touch it again..."

The implication is that it is impossible for you to lie to him to drink a thousand days drunk, Ma Liuer is dead!

Ji Shu: "..."

To be honest, he did feel very frustrated.

I thought that going around and around finally found a shortcut, but found that this method didn't work at all.

What's more terrible is that their time is running out, and if they don't finalize a feasible plan, it is very likely that the group will really be destroyed here.

At this moment, Ren Jianmo suddenly spoke.

"The thousand days are drunk," he asked the black dog:

"Are you sure if you just have a drink, the five-powered **** will get drunk?"

"Yes Yes!"

Manager Yan hurriedly closed his head like garlic:

"At the beginning, the macaques offered this wine with great effort, and the king was drunk for a full day and night after drinking a glass. I served it!"

"good."

Ren Jian silently nodded in satisfaction.

"If it's just a drink, I should have a way to let him drink it."

The author has something to say:

The fairy can't continue to practice this setting after the tail is broken. It is indeed mentioned in many ghost novels!