Chapter 345: Yinshan Village

The paper Taoist walked slowly past Bai Liu, unlike those stiff little paper figures, it moved smoothly and freely, just like a real person.

At the moment the paper Taoist walked past Bai Liu, Bai Liu launched Mu Sicheng , which precisely matched the footsteps of the paper Taoist, and followed closely behind.

Mu Sicheng looked back at Bai Liu with a questioning look, gestured and asked with his mouth: What are we following?

Bai Liu replied with a mouthful: You've seen paper men driving corpses before, following them may lead to your body.

The paper Taoist man held up the peach sword and marched forward, as if he had no eyes to see Bai Liu and Mu Sicheng, who were following him, and after it passed through one tomb passage after another, Bai Liu heard the sound of clattering water.

After another passage through the narrow tomb, a long river about fifty meters wide appeared in front of Bai Liu.

The water in the long river was flowing rapidly, Bai Liu could see the splash of the river on the rocks under the light of the incense burner raised by the paper figures in front of him, and the long river was spanned by a short white bridge.

The bridge is very low and narrow, the body of the bridge almost touches the water, and there is no guardrail on both sides, so it feels like everyone on the bridge can reach out and touch the water.

Of course there is no one on the bridge, only some Bai Liu for the time being can not see the exact appearance of the shadow on the bridge slowly dragged.

The closer the river and the bridge, Bai Liu, the more you can smell a peculiar water stench, and originally looked like a rocky white bridge from afar, walked into a look and found that it was just a paper bridge made of greaseproof paper, the paper bridge above the coming and going of some stagnant face, tiptoe walking ghosts, as well as some black translucent residual souls.

But that's not the most striking thing, the most striking thing is the women walking on the bridge with white paper umbrellas, as if they were walking in the rain.

These women, with their backs to Bai Liu, holding oil-paper umbrellas, dressed in white birthday suits, bare feet and waving white handkerchiefs in their hands, walked step by step from the center of the bridge to the end of the bridge, turning around with their umbrellas in the air, as if they were ready to turn back.

Mu Sicheng was waiting with bated breath for the women to turn back, but the umbrella women suddenly dropped their umbrellas and jumped into the river.

Underneath the paper bridge floated the bodies of these women face down, bodies with long hair spreading in the water, floating motionless underneath the bridge, but as these bodies crossed the bridge, these bodies became face up again.

Face up the body of the green and black swollen face with a spiteful smile, two eyes staring dead at the bridge is still walking on the "people", turning left and right on the bridge to look for something, after not found, the body face more and more twisted spiteful smile, and then slowly drifted away.

Shortly thereafter, women walking with oil-paper umbrellas suddenly appeared in the center of the bridge again.

Bai Liu stares at these women walking from the bridge, and soon he notices what seems to be the same batch of women, floating in a constant loop over the bridge and under the river, over and over again, walking over the bridge, jumping off the bridge, and floating under the bridge again.

Every time they drifted under the bridge these women's eyes would stare dead on as if looking for something.

As they failed to find them again and again, the women looked at the passers-by on the bridge with more and more resentment and venom in their eyes, as if they were resenting the "people" on the bridge for blocking their search.

Mu Sicheng was creeped out by this group of weird women and hurriedly pulled Bai Liu's sleeve, "...... What are they doing?"

Bai Liu glanced at Mu Sicheng: "You've walked this bridge once, and now you don't remember anything?"

Mu Sicheng was stunned and muttered, "...... don't remember."

Bai Liu withdrew his gaze, "According to the Maoshan Evil Art, these women should be martyr bridge ghosts."

Mu Sicheng asked, "What is a martyred bridge ghost?"

Bai Liu looked at these women with paper umbrellas: "Legend has it that in ancient times, when a husband left home, the women of the family would go to the bridge day after day to hold umbrellas and wait for their husbands to return home, no matter how rain or shine it was; but if what they waited for wasn't the happy news of their husbands' return but the news of their deaths, some of them would jump off the bridge to die in their grief."

Mu Sicheng looked at these women with some sympathy at this point: "So they are looking for their homecoming husbands?"

"It should be." Bai Liu swept a glance at Mu Sicheng's sympathetic eyes, "The resentment of the floating corpses that die under the bridge is very strong, and the corpse's Yin Spirit will circle around the bridge for generations, always guarding the bridge and waiting for their own husbands, and if they can't find their own husbands, they will pull all the men who cross the bridge down with them."

Mu Sicheng was shocked, "What's the point of dragging me into this! I'm not her husband!"

Bai Liu nodded calmly, "Yeah, people know that too, so if they find out after pulling you down that you're not their husband, they'll drown you alive in grief for mistaken identity and then leave you behind to continue waiting for their husband."

Mu Sicheng: "......"

"Shit!" Mu Sicheng reacted, he pulled Bai Liu back, his brow furrowed, "There are martyred bridge ghosts there, wouldn't it be dangerous for you, a big living person, to cross this bridge?"

Bai Liu's eyes darkened, "Yes, the Martyr's Bridge Ghost is also one of the most dangerous ghosts among the records of the Maoshan Evil Arts."

"Martyr bridge ghosts' grievances cannot be hedged, they can only be expelled, and without a talisman that can disguise us as their husbands, once they realize that we're nothing more than two strange men, we'll surely be dragged along with them as they jump off the bridge, drowning alive, trapped inside this cycle of bridge on bridge off bridge."

Mu Sicheng listened with a chill down his back, "So do you have a disguise charm?"

Bai Liu took a moment, "No, that's a positive sex charm, called [False Body Charm], not in my book of evil magic records."

"Then we don't go over the bridge, go back and count ......" Mu Sicheng's words did not fall, he suddenly spasmodically trembled for a few times, the black gas on his face violently thickened, and directly deformed all four limbs and ambushed lying on the ground, with red eyes, showing his teeth and rushed toward Bai Liu He came over to Bai Liu!

At the other end, in the catacombs.

Kong Xuyang, who had a pseudo-body talisman attached to his head, held up a candlestick and chatted with Yang Zhi, who also had a pseudo-body talisman attached to his head, with a smug look on his face: "So, Bai Liu is probably going to die in the tomb, right?"

Yang Zhi nodded his head in agreement, giving a thumbs up to Kong Xuyang with undisguised praise on his face, "That's for sure, Brother Kong you really did a high job, really high, introducing them straight into the catacombs."

Kong Xuyang waved away Yang Zhi's hand with feigned impatience, "What is this high, a guiding talisman to let the shadowy corpse lead the way for them, mainly because that Bai Liu likes to make a fool out of himself, and dares to rush into the tomb without anything, isn't it looking for death by itself?"

"Can I be considered high when his own tactical style is happy to send him to death and risk his life? Isn't that all set up by the opponent?"

Kong Xuyang sadly patted the light ash on his hand and sighed pretentiously, "Of course I still hope that Bai Liu can struggle to live for a while, or else just look at us all the way to push the monsters to solve the mystery, this game is also too easy to win, there is no point of view, the attention hype does not go up, how can I still earn popularity?"

Yang Zhi nodded his head repeatedly and was also quite emotional: "I watched Bai Liu's match before and thought he was so powerful, but I didn't realize that he hadn't even gone back and forth in your hands, Brother Kong."

Kong Xuyang snorted, "Awesome? A real-life laid-off worker, a loser, can compare to me?"

"But Bai Liu at least relied on his strength to take the Nova #1 and the King's List #1." Yang Zhi unobtrusively exemplified Bai Liu's feats, not noticing that Kong Xuyang's face had sunk, "I didn't expect to lose so easily ......"

"Are you finished?" Kong Xuyang swept Yang Zhi a sorrowful glance.

Yang Zhi then reacted to the fact that he seemed to have poked Kong Xuyang's sore spot, and hastened to make up for it, "But you're still no match for Brother Kong!"

However, Yang Zhi was a little nervous after saying that, because Kong Xuyang has never won the first place in the King's List.

Kong Xuyang was pressed by Heart the year before last, by Spades last year, and then this year he looked like he was going to get one, but then Bai Liu came out of nowhere and took it away from him.

Kong Xuyang gave a cry and ignored Yang Zhi, holding the candlestick himself as he went deeper into the chamber.

From time to time, they walked around the women with oil paper umbrellas, the ghosts crawling on the ground and the bride covered with a head, but Kong Xuyang, they are like no one's business, walking recklessly through these ghosts and monsters, and these ghosts and monsters do not harm them, and the women wearing oil paper umbrellas even came over to give them umbrellas.

It wasn't until they were escorted to a new chamber that the woman turned and walked slowly away with her umbrella, leaving a water-stained footprint on the floor of the tomb.

Yang Zhi looked at the woman who walked away and patted her heart fearfully, "This [False Body Charm] is really powerful, the Martyr's Bridge Ghosts directly took us as their husbands, and even gave us umbrellas."

"Without this [False Body Charm] ......" Yang Zhi seemed to remember something terrible and shivered.

Kong Xuyang also has a relative face, but the mouth is evil voice cursed: "This group of women is too crazy, last time to cross this this time, almost folded this group of martyrs bridge ghosts hands, damn, once found Laozi is not their man, Laozi become their enemy, a group of bitch!"

Yang Zhi palpitated, "Yes, and there's only one weakness recorded in the books of these martyr bridge ghosts and monsters, and that's their husbands! If Brother Kong hadn't found the False Body Talisman from the Maoshan book in time, we'd all be dead by their hands!"

"Dead bitch." Kong Xuyang cursed twice sinisterly, but without knowing what came to his mind, the expression on his face soothed again.

Kong Xuyang snorted, "Didn't you want to screw me over last time? This time, just follow the body honestly and give me an umbrella."

Yang Zhi rubbed his hands together and laughed twice in a lecherous heave, "Brother Kong you order, maybe these women can ...... even"

Kong Xuyang interrupted Yang Zhi with a disgusted wave of his hand, "You have too much taste!"

Yang Zhi changed the subject wisely, "How far do you think Bai Liu and the others will get in the catacombs?"

Kong Xuyang heard this and became interested again, "We've already walked through this tomb once, the most dangerous thing is the thirty-some brides in the wedding hall, the martyr bridge ghosts, and those zombies."

"Of course the most terrifying thing is that Taoist priest in the main crypt." Kong Xuyang said here with a more solemn look, "That thing is at least a big monster with a panel value of twenty to thirty thousand, we mustn't let that thing wake up or we'll all die."

"After the first seven days, within two days, that zombie will start to awaken after sucking enough Yin Qi from the last batch of villagers in Yinshan Village, and after awakening, it will start to slaughter the village, and there is no way to stop it at all." Kong Xuyang's face darkened, "Last time, as soon as we logged out of the game, that Taoist priest killed all the remaining players trapped inside."

"Quite a few of those players are Grand Guild Paramounts now, and they didn't put up any resistance at all in front of that Taoist priest."

Yang Zhi thought of the Taoist priest who also had a vegetable face, "It's okay, as long as Bai Liu dies this game will be over, they won't last long enough to martyr the bridge ghost."

"I do hope that Bai Liu and his team can hold out for a little while longer, let the match last a little while longer, after all, Bai Liu is said to have quite a lot of viewers who support him, and these viewers probably want to see Bai Liu for a little while longer." Kong Xuyang shrugged his shoulders in a regretful manner, but the malicious smile on his face grew bigger and bigger, "I'm a person who is always willing to fulfill the wishes of the audience."

"But if Bai Liu really can't even play with a bunch of outcasts who hold my umbrella, I wonder what those viewers who support him will think when they see this scene?"

Yang Zhi cupped, "How can they still support Bai Liu, naturally they are here to support you, Brother Kong!"