Bottle girl, maze, peeking through the whole picture.

The so-called "Hide and Seek" requires all the quest members to go into the fog from the milk tea store at 7:30pm, and hide from different kinds of monsters without leaving the neighborhood called "Zhengxin Street".

The total number of participants in this game of "Hide and Seek" was eleven, plus Song Chunyang, who broke in halfway through the game.

A man scoffed at the girl's enthusiasm and said coolly, "Xiao Guan, why talk to him so much?"

The girl's name is Guan. She probably apologized for not being able to help Song Chunyang escape, saying, "Since we met, it's fate."

Song Chunyang sniffled in a touched and aggravated manner, "I'm sorry, I have a boyfriend."

Miss Seki: "......" Wow that's quite a coincidence ooh.

Song Chunyang's mind was now a pot of gruel, confused by Miss Guan's explanations, and when everyone stood up and stepped into the fog-covered neighborhood, Song Chunyang followed the crowd.

Song Chunyang's every move resembles the kind of horror movie fodder that has "shoot me" plastered on its head, so it's no wonder he's not a favorite.

The streets in the parallel time and space were not as busy as usual, and the white fog was so thick that the lungs felt slightly uncomfortable after inhaling it gently.

The street, which had been so brightly lit a moment ago, had fallen silent, and the only living souls stood in front of the milk tea store, puffing out cold, white breath and looking around in dismay.

A few streetlights remained, but they did not serve to reassure anyone at this point. The dim light from the bulbs is diluted several times by the fog, making them look like one-eyed peepers peeking through cracks in the wall.

After the last person stepped out of the milk tea store, the lights in the store automatically went out.

In the middle of the night, there was a countdown from the depths of the fog.

"One - is it hidden? Two - is it hidden? Three - ......"

The voices came from all directions, from different vocal cords, from different genders, delicate, thick, clear, hoarse, sad, angry, joyful ...... All the voices mingled in one place in the fog, as if they were everywhere.

Some even perceived that one of the voices was coming from their own feet.

He jumped out of the way in a hurry, crouching with a very hard look on his face.

According to Miss Guan's revelation, after counting down a hundred times, the ghost would have the entity and right to move freely.

Again, according to Miss Guan, in the early part of the mission, the ghosts and monsters will have certain limitations and a pattern of activity, and the closer they get to the time limit, the more freedom the ghosts and monsters will have.

And they're going to play hide-and-seek with ghosts for an hour on this street.

No one wanted to take the newcomer, who looked like he was in a state of decline, and they all left, and in the end, the only person who stayed by Song Chunyang's side was the girl in question.

Miss Guan saw that he was still wiping his eyes and was rather helpless, "Let's go. If crying works, let's ......"

Song Chunyang wipes away the mist from her eyelashes and removes the pupils from her eyes.

In the darkness of the night, Song Chunyang's tear-washed eyes were exceptionally clear, like fine gemstones whose unusual color could be discerned in the pale light of the street lamps.

Miss Guan was surprised, "Your eyes ......"

Song Chunyang with a nasal voice: "No saying that men wearing contacts are girly."

Miss Guan looked straight into his eyes, her gaze curious and focused, "...... Well, I won't say anything."

Song Chunyang stood still and looked around.

The magic sound of the 3D stereo sound report had successfully disturbed everyone's hearing, but Song Chunyang didn't hesitate, picking a direction, he took Miss Guan's hand and ran straight to it.

Song Chunyang said, "Going in this direction, there will be less of 'those things'."

Miss Kwan: "How do you know ......"

Song Chunyang turned back to Miss Guan.

It didn't take much explaining, his pupil-colored eyes were convincing enough.

He could see where those things were. That certainly helped the duo immensely.

Song Chunyang found a store that was clean inside and out, secured access to the front and back doors, and pulled Miss Guan behind the counter.

The moment the count was reported, a man's scream came out from a jade store not far from the duo.

...... Listening to the voice, it happens to be the man who just told Miss Guan not to mind her own business in the milk tea store.

I'm afraid that this person's luck is so bad that he thought he had found a place to ward off evil spirits and cats, but as soon as he twisted his face, he squatted up beside him and reported the number.

Song Chunyang popped his head out from the side of the cupboard and saw a deformed young girl with her limbs and head each twisted a hundred and eighty degrees, her head large and her body small, giggling and giggling, arching upside down, landing on all fours, and darting after the man who was screaming in agony.

Song Chunyang : "...... "Blind Dog Eyes.

Not long after, the horrible sound of biting and devouring came from a short distance away, men hissing and screaming, their nails clawing frantically at the ground, clearly audible among the quiet streets.

He retreated back to the counter and caught the hand of Miss Guan, whose face was equally pale, and shook it comfortingly.

...... No matter what, he must go back.

Yuan Benshan is still waiting for him to watch the movie.

Onlookers couldn't see it, but Song Chunyang could tell that they were probably distributed according to an ancient evil trigram based on the distribution of ghosts and monsters he saw in this area.

With his grandmother, Song Chunyang learned a lot of miscellaneous ancient teachings and Taoism, and knew that there was a cultivation formation that had to be made by grinding and powdering the bones of handicapped people.

The two of them were hiding here, really scared and bored, and Miss Guan, out of words, took Song Chunyang's hand and wrote on his palm, "What did you just see?"

Song Chunyang nods and writes, "Bottle girl."

If Song Chunyang was right, the young girl chasing the man, judging from her appearance, should be the "Bottle Woman" recorded in an ancient book of monsters he had read.

In ancient times, human traffickers stole or bought little girls and would sell them to jugglers who, for the sake of gimmickry, would prepare a vase about half a man's height, choose good-looking ones with slender figures and stuff them into it, exposing only one face, and choose a fine diet to feed them day after day and chisel a small opening under the vase to make it easier to clean up the defecation.

Some girls adapt well and are able to get by before the flowers fade and the guests lose interest in watching and rewarding them, but others grow too big for the vase and are forced to break their arms and legs and grow deformed.

But sometimes that doesn't help.

Once the bottle is cracked by the deformed development of the bones, the girls who have been raised with their arms and legs wasted are worthless and become a liability, only to be thrown into the wilderness and fed to the dogs.

There are some people who believe in the evil ways and evil paths, and they go around searching for such monstrous women at high prices, with the purpose of extracting their bones and grinding them into powder to draw formations to help them ascend to immortality.

Miss Guan seemed to have known some ancient anecdotes as well, swallowing her saliva, she asked Song Chunyang with a stroke of her pen, "Is it true that one can ascend to immortality?"

Song Chunyang replied, "It's useless."

It's not like the fairy world is responsible for recycling garbage.

This is probably the worst hacking the fairy world has ever seen.

These miserable girls are nothing more than the dreaming tools of some dignitaries who aspire to a step up to heaven, not even a stepping stone.

If Song Chunyang's assumptions are correct, the Jungsin Street neighborhood is the place where this evil formation was once drawn.

Formation is drawn one by one with ashes in accordance with the eight trigram lines, and the so-called eight trigrams symbols, to put it bluntly, is made up of a piece of long and short Road Road.

These long and short paths are drawn by the ashes of these deeply resentful souls, and it can be seen that the activities of the ghosts can only be confined within these straight lines, and the so-called "hide and seek" is also very simple, only need to go around these areas can be.

Song Chunyang leaned his head against the counter, trying his best to force himself to calm down.

According to Miss Guan, the restrictions imposed on ghosts by the Master System would be gradually liberalized over time.

What exactly does this "limitation" refer to? It's just the ability of the ghost, and its range of movement.

Song Chunyang's circle was simple, and he had never come into contact with an evil ghost; the most evil ghosts he had come into contact with in his life had a cultivation level that could at most give a person a fever, and then crouch down at the end of the person's bed and grind his teeth in anger.

Miss Guan also said that the "main system" generally does not set up a situation of certain death, so at least that means that the ghosts here do not listen to the breath to recognize the position, and do not have clairvoyance, perspective and other perverted skills, otherwise they would probably have long since the collective hiccups in the cold.

The death of the man in the jade store reflects one thing in a sideways way: within the boundaries delineated by a single bone ash, ghosts are very capable.

At least by the looks of that bottle girl whisking people away day after day, she's about as fast as a female panther.

In such a situation, and then relaxing their ghostly abilities, they might as well kill themselves now, it might even be drier.

Song Chunyang continues to scratch his head.

In this case, the so-called "liberalization of restrictions" should mean a change in the range of the ghost's activities.

It was reasonable to say that the formation formations would not change, so if the main system wanted to increase the difficulty, it was highly likely that the trigram formations would change from static to movement.

As for whether it's clockwise, counterclockwise, or panning, it requires more observation.

...... The reason why they don't kill them all at once is that the so-called "main system" wants to suck more fear energy.

And what is this so-called "fear energy"?

Song Chunyang was in the middle of his thoughts when he suddenly heard the glass door behind him being pushed open by something.

Miss Guan's grip on his hand tightened abruptly.

As they both held their breath, both heard the rolling of some sort of round hard object.

The object rolled to Song Chunyang's feet, turned around, and turned out to be the head of a little girl.

She smiled sweetly, "Gotcha."

Miss Guan almost screamed, but Song Chunyang immediately covered her mouth.

However, the seemingly calm Song Chunyang has been in a coma for several seconds, and all he can think about is the pop-ups of "grass horse, bowling ball" and "throwing equipment is too much".

After half a day's reprieve, that head came up with nothing, so it had to roll away resentfully.

Song Chunyang shook her hand and wrote in the equally shaking hand of Miss Guan, "It's just a dead man's head."

The head was dull-eyed, with only a very faint trace of ghostly aura within, just enough to sustain her to utter a word.

Presumably the bottle girl who had feasted on their teammates' torsos had realized something was off here, and had taken her own head off and tossed it around to try and test the waters.

If they fall for the trick and rush out of the store in a screaming panic, they'll probably be able to meet up with the waiting bottle girl on the street in joy.

As luck would have it, the next second the head that had rolled in front of the tin cabinet was grinning again, "Gotcha."

Song Chunyang ："...... "Truly rely on strength to touch the porcelain.

After asking a few more places in the store where he could hide people, and seeing that the search was fruitless, his head rolled back in his resentful bones.