Chapter 206 Cang Ling Sword Discussion (Twenty-One)

() After obtaining the mission item, Feng Bujue would hold the small bell flat and re-confirm his direction every three minutes on average. He led Siyu like this for nearly half an hour, but still couldn't find any Hidden Bell Temple.

This mountain forest seems endless, and the terrain is strange and complicated. The temperature around them is constantly decreasing. Judging from the physical sense, it should be below ten degrees. Feng Bujue's clothing was pretty good at keeping out the cold. On Xiyu's side, the hiking pants on her lower body were actually trousers, but her upper body was just a sleeveless cotton vest. In this environment, he would naturally feel cold, and his physical energy would be consumed more than Feng Bujue.

"It's a pity that I can't take off my coat and give it to you." Feng Bujue walked for a while, then stopped to get the bell. He raised the item and said, "Even the shirt and suit vest inside me are better than yours." That sleeveless dress is too strong.”

"Purple doesn't suit me anyway." Xiyu replied lightly.

"That's it..." Feng Bujue continued: "But I still recommend that you change into a set of clothes suitable for spring and autumn. You can cope with extremely low or high temperatures." He stabilized Holding the bell flat with her arms, she began to circle slowly: "Xiao Tan's assassin outfit is good, but Bei Ling's outfit is a bit too thick. It is estimated that when the temperature is close to 30 degrees, she will have to bear the extra physical exertion. "

"Let's wait until the end of this script." Siyu said; "Previously, I only considered whether the clothing would affect the fighting movements, so when browsing in the mall, I randomly picked a relatively high-end clothing. Now it seems too hasty." She said thoughtfully: "If you buy again, you have to choose carefully. It is necessary to adapt to various environmental temperatures. It is best to have a certain storage function and camouflage effect..." As she spoke, she found that it could not be sealed. Jue Zheng met his eyes with a strange expression.

"What's wrong?" Xiyu asked. She did not avoid Feng Bujue's gaze, but still responded to him with her usual cold eyes.

"I noticed something." Feng Bujue had already put away the bell at this time, and gestured for Xiyu to follow him, and then continued to move forward, "When it's just you and me, you If so, there will be more..."

"You think I'm verbose?" Xiyu asked as he walked.

"That's not..." Feng Bujue said: "Psychologically speaking, there are many explanations for this situation. It may be that you are hiding some uneasiness, or it may be because you are less defensive about me... Be careful where you step. ." He reminded as he stepped across a crack in the rock, "For example, what you said just now, if someone who is not very familiar with you comes here, maybe you won't say it out loud, but say it in your heart. . There is a sense of trust between us that makes you think and share your thoughts with me.”

"We don't know each other very well." Siyu replied, which was true. In reality, they had known each other for less than a week.

"It should be said that I am not familiar with you." Feng Bujue said: "And you have read my books, so you will feel that you understand me to a certain extent..."

"That's true." Xiyu said, "But you are very different from the 'Unconscious' I imagined."

"Huh?" Feng Bujue smiled: "In what way? Let me guess... There is a huge psychological gap in your appearance?"

"No, your appearance is higher than my expectation. I thought you would have an extremely sharp and mean face." Siyu replied.

"What kind of logic is this... phase comes from the heart?"

"Yes." Xi Yujing did not deny it: "But after meeting me, I realized that my judgment of your character was completely wrong."

"Oh? Then what kind of person should Bujue, a detective novelist, be in your imagination?" Feng Bujue asked.

"First of all, the level of narcissism is probably only one-tenth of yours."

"Well...this is indeed a problem, but unfortunately I guess I can't change it."

"Secondly, he should be someone who is rational to the point of being cold-blooded."

"Isn't that what I am into?"

"You can be very rational, and you can also have a cold side." Xiyu hesitated: "But more often than not...it's hard to say."

"Oh...is there anything else that is very different from what you imagined?"

"Do you think of this as some kind of reader meeting?"

"Haha...do I think I would participate in that kind of activity?"

"I don't want to continue this conversation. You still have similar problems. I will tell you when we are really mature." Siyu said.

"How long will it take?" Feng Bujue asked.

"I don't know, maybe a few weeks, maybe a few months." Siyu replied, "Maybe we will never become mature."

"Can you never become acquainted? Is that possible?" Feng Bujue asked doubtfully.

"Yes, after this period of contact, I found that you have more and more character traits that I hate. If this situation continues, when those traits accumulate to a certain amount, I want to... break away. Each other’s social circle will be a good choice for you and me.”

There are really not many people in this world who would seriously say such words directly in front of the other party, and Xiyu is like this. It can be seen from this that her character is definitely abnormal... In fact, she does have very serious social problems in real life.

And 99% of people in this world would feel uncomfortable if someone said such words to their face, and 80% would angrily think: Who do you think you are?

But Feng Bujue, living up to his reputation as a weirdo, had his eyes shining and replied happily: "Wow! You are so sensible! If everyone is like you, my life will be so wonderful, and I can save so many meaningless social activities in my life."

Dingling... Dingling... The sudden sound of the bell interrupted their chat.

Feng Bujue never put the task item into his bag. When not in use, he just put it in the inner pocket of his shirt. This little bell will not ring unless you shake it deliberately, and it will not make a sound even if you jump a few times while walking. But at this time, the bell rang by itself.

"Hmm... finally found it..." Feng Bujue immediately took the bell out of his pocket and held it in his hand. The bell seemed to be alive and kept trembling. If Feng Bujue didn't hold it tightly, the item would jump out of his palm.

Suddenly, a bone-chilling chill came, and the temperature dropped to freezing point. At the same time, the surrounding scenery suddenly changed. The trees, grass and stones around the two people began to appear and disappear. Some trees suddenly turned into saplings, and some disappeared directly. The grass and stones changed their positions and shapes strangely.

This scene, to describe it more vividly, is like watching a silent film. Suddenly, two sets of shots that were edited together appeared repeatedly. Although these two sets of shots were taken in the same place, they were taken at different times.

Feng Bujue and Siyu were not unfamiliar with this situation. They knew without communication that this was a ghost.

These days, ghosts without space and illusion abilities are embarrassed to call themselves evil ghosts.

"Woo... Woo..." A girl cried.

Feng Bujue and Siyu turned around immediately after hearing the sound. The scene in front of them would make anyone feel depressed.

There was a thick wooden stake stuck in the soil, with firewood piled around it. A little girl about ten years old was tied to the stake, and her young body was tied with thick iron chains.

"Wuwu... please... let me go... wuwu... it hurts... I want my mother..." The little girl cried and begged repeatedly.

"Kill her!" "Burn this monster to death!" "It's all because of this disaster star. The Dragon King won't rain!" "My father has tuberculosis, and it's all because of this little beast!" "Disaster star! All my crops died!" "Burn her to death!" "My baby was born with a lame leg! It's all because of you, this monster!"

Many shouting and cursing sounds rang in my ears, including men, women, old and young, but I could only hear their voices but not see their bodies. From the content of the words, it can be heard that it was undoubtedly this group of people who tied up the little girl. As for the identities of these people, according to the information provided by the tree demon, it can be basically confirmed that they are the villagers of Cangling Town in the past.

"Wuwu... Ling'er didn't hurt me... Wuwu... Please... I want my mother..." The little girl was still crying, but the curses around her did not stop. Obviously, these people were only concerned with venting their emotions and would not listen to any excuses at all.

Until a torch was thrown into the firewood pile, the blazing flames stopped these voices, and replaced them with a little girl's heart-wrenching cry.

Until the last moment, the little girl was still begging and crying, but soon... after a violent cough, she could no longer make any sound.

"Reappearance of the death fragment."

"Reappearance of the death fragment?"

Feng Bujue and Siyu turned their heads and looked at each other at almost the same second, saying the same thing in unison, but one used a declarative tone and the other was still a little uncertain.

They thought that this performance that made people depressed would end soon, but they didn't expect it to just begin.

The scene in front of them changed again. The burning flames suddenly rushed up high, forming a wall of fire. After they dissipated, a small temple appeared in front of the two players.

The temple door was closed at the moment. From the outside, the building occupied an area of ​​about 200 square meters. It was estimated that there was only one Buddhist hall for worshiping Buddha statues, and it would not be divided into many rooms. A plaque was hung in front of the small temple door - Cangling Temple.

The two players heard a lot of conversations again, but this time it was no longer a loud curse, but more like a whisper after lowering the voice.

"You said that the evildoer was dead, but why are there more and more disasters in the village..."

"Yes... I heard that someone went up the mountain to collect firewood yesterday and didn't come back..."

"This is the fifth one, right?"

"Who said it wasn't that? There's also one. The hunter Chen and his wife died at home together last night. The whole house was covered with blood..."

"I'm afraid it's... the ghost of the evildoer is here to seek revenge?"

"But everyone buried the remaining ashes under the Zangling Temple that day. With a temple there, what evildoer can still cause trouble?"

"What's the use of that small temple? I think the evildoer has great magical powers. We have to... we have to ask the monks to do something, otherwise no one in our village can escape..."

These voices were floating, and no one knew where they came from. Anyway, Feng Bujue and Siyu heard every word clearly...

When this passage was over, many figures walked out from behind them. Some of them were monks wearing cassocks, some were Taoists wearing robes, and some looked like down-and-out Jianghu people. Some of them held Buddhist beads and wooden fish, some carried whisks and swords, and some carried a basket of strange clothes, with a circle of peach wood swords inserted behind them, making it look like they were performing an opera.

However, this group of people had one common feature, that is, they were pale and looked dead, and those pale faces were all wearing a half-smile.

They all appeared from behind Feng Bujue and Siyu, and then staggered towards the gate of "Cangling Temple". Not long after, they passed by the two players. When passing by the two people, each of these people would turn their heads and take a look, as if they knew there was something here. This situation is indeed rare in the reenactment of the death fragment.

At this moment, Siyu already had the Canon in her hand, and she was on guard. She was obviously a little nervous, and even the hand holding the sword was shaking slightly. Unconsciously, she had been infected by the terrifying atmosphere around her, and it was normal to have such a reaction.

However, a steady hand gently pressed on Siyu's hand. Feng Bujue turned his head, with a calm expression on his face: "Take a deep breath, slow down your heartbeat, open the menu to check the fright value, and get rid of the random images in your mind." His instructions were simple, and everyone understood, but not everyone could think of doing this immediately when they were afraid.

After hearing this, Siyu quickly calmed down, and the fright value also dropped from the height of 70%.

"What a reliable man..." This sentence was not said by Siyu, but by Feng Bujue himself. After he finished speaking, he smiled: "You must be thinking this in your heart at this moment, right?"

"A little bit." Siyu replied, but her eyes immediately revealed a bit of contempt.

"Does that mean we are a little closer to 'familiarity'?"

"Before you said that, maybe..." Siyu replied: "Now... it has become 'seemingly reliable at critical moments, but being smart makes people hate it'."

"Okay..." Feng Bujue shrugged, not seeming to care much.

While the two were talking, the shadows had "penetrated" into the gate of the Cangling Temple one after another. This scene clearly implied that these guys who came to perform rituals, no matter how different their religions, tools, and methods were... in the end, they all ended up in the same place and were killed by this evil ghost.

This death clip reappeared and ended here.

The surrounding environment returned to its original appearance, and the players no longer felt the discomfort of watching a movie with dropped frames when looking at things. But the temperature did not rise, and it was still close to zero degrees, and white air could be exhaled from both mouths.

The Cangling Temple in front of him did not disappear with the other illusions, but became a real thing. The bell in Feng Bujue's hand also stopped being active and no longer made a sound.

"If you can't stand the cold..." Feng Bujue didn't finish his sentence.

Siyu interrupted directly: "You wish."

"How do you know what I want to say?" Feng Bujue continued: "Maybe I want to ask you... um... do you want to light a fire?"

Siyu turned her head and glanced at him: "Do you think this excuse that is more obvious than true can increase my impression of you?"

"Hmm..." Feng Bujue pursed his lips, and there seemed to be some hope in his eyes, but Siyu continued to respond to him with that killer look.

Two seconds later, Feng Bujue turned his head, as if nothing had happened: "OK, I finally found the key place to promote the plot, I'll go in first." He walked and said, "Although it's Bai Yao, according to my observation, this ghost is not affected by time, so we'd better be careful."

Siyu sighed lightly, said nothing, and followed him to the temple gate.

…………“Hey, hey, hey…Isn’t this setting too cunning? It’s a sheer waste of bullets.” Xiao Tan looked at the corpse of the giant crocodile and said, “If you listen to me and run away directly, it will be the same here…Oh no!”

Bei Ling knocked on Xiao Tan’s head and said coquettishly, “It’s hindsight.”

A few minutes ago, when the monster was stuck, it was much easier to kill it. Although the monster continued to have a bloody mouth and shook its head violently, it couldn’t move. The players were shooting at fixed points, and there was no need to shoot while walking, so it was not difficult to take it down.

The two players killed the giant crocodile, and consumed a lot of physical energy. In addition, they spent a lot of ammunition on the way back. The monsters in the horror park would not explode equipment, so they would get nothing if they were killed. It can be said that from the time they fell to the present, they have not gained any benefits, but have lost a lot. These are undoubtedly factors that affect morale.

However, Bei Ling has always been a person who refuses to admit defeat, while Xiao Tan is more easy-going and doesn’t care much about gains and losses. Therefore, their mentality and emotions were not affected.

"It is impossible to push it if it dies in this position." Bei Ling looked at the giant crocodile's stuck body and said, "You can only crawl over its back."

This section of the tunnel has been blocked horizontally by the monster's body, but the giant crocodile's body is flat, and there is still a certain gap between its back and the top of the tunnel, which should allow players to drill through.

"Then you crawl first." Xiao Tan said.

"Why me first?"

"If you get stuck there... or there... I can push from behind... oah! oah! Okay! I was wrong! I'll go first!"

Xiao Tan begged for mercy while holding his head and running towards the giant crocodile's body. Although the crocodile skin looked slippery, the monster's back was full of grooves and many shrapnel were embedded in it. Xiao Tan felt quite uncomfortable when he crawled over.

After he crawled over, he turned around and shouted, "It's okay, you... um... should be fine."

"I'll strangle you to death when I come over." This was the response from the sad spirit.