Seven Days, Seven Nights

The words spoke loudly.

Ji Heng suddenly felt that it was not a player standing in front of him, but the creator of the composition with a perfect score in the college entrance examination in the future.To be able to put the hat of the most shameless middleman in history on the tomb-keeping loyal servant in a majestic manner is completely telling lies with his eyes open.

One minute, two minutes...Five minutes passed without the familiar reminder sound.

Looking at the whistleblower who was still waiting, Ji Heng sighed: "You can't publicize your ugliness. It is impossible to reply to you immediately."

Suer nodded, not forgetting to give the loyal servant the last eyedrop: "Party for private purposes, abuse of power, I believe that the game will not tolerate a host who violates the will of justice."

After witnessing this serious complaint, Ji Heng smiled and said, "Do you remember where you just talked about?"

Su Er said sternly: "The reason Xiao Cui cited Xia Zhi to kill her."

Under normal circumstances, even if it is a ghost, there is no reason to do so.

Ji Heng looked out of the window and chuckled, "No one will make a loss-making business, and so does Xiao Cui."

Suer noticed that Ji Heng was abnormal today, and smiles appeared on his face rarer times, just like now, a faint smile resurfaced in his eyes.

He suddenly remembered a detail. Before entering the illusion, Ji Heng asked Wang Sansi to find out about the situation and asked Wang Sansi to repeat the task.

Why do you want to do this?

The premise of the inquiry is based on the possibility of inconsistent tasks.

"Have you had a different copy of the mission?"

Ji Heng: "I have been twice."

Su Er suddenly thought of a possibility, his eyes trembled: "Xiao Cui...is it a player?"

Ji Heng directly treated the interrogative sentence as a sure fact and replied: "The game prohibits players from killing each other. Once Xia Solstice takes action, she must be punished by the game."

Suer grasped Onion's hand slightly hard: "Then Xu He, is it a ghost, a normal npc or a player?"

The players who need to go to the free town play different roles. So far, the only thing they haven't dealt with is the newlyweds in the prompt.

Ji Heng stared at what was in his hand: "Try it and you'll know."

The onion was thrown into the air and caught firmly, Suer: "It's better to hit the sun if you choose a day."

He is more direct than being a human being, he actually chose to come directly to the door of Xiao Cui's room.After knocking on the door several times, a faint voice came from inside: "Please come in."

Sur stood still.

"The door is unlocked."

Sur then reached out and pushed.

The room was neat and tidy, and Xiao Cui sat on the bed with a pillow behind her waist.

"What's the matter?" Her voice was slightly hoarse.

Sur straight to the point: "The man who died was laughing with blood and tears. I suspect that he was killed by a supernatural force."

Xiao Cui bowed her head and her shoulders trembled, wondering whether she was laughing or fearing: "Supernatural power, you mean ghosts?"

"The rumors of ghost killings have long existed in town. I am very worried about you."

I thought that the opponent was here to find fault, but the conversation turned off guard.

Xiao Cui looked up, this time the doubt was not a fake: "Worry... me?"

Su Er nodded his head: "Women are very yin-stricken and are easily entangled in dirt. Fortunately, I know how to restrain ghosts."

After that, he took a sudden step and started to tear the onion directly in front of her.

Xiao Cui was originally half leaning on the bed, behind him was a wall, and in front of him was Su Er, a space that was not easy to escape in a sense.At first, she thought that the other party was going to take the opportunity to kill herself, and she felt a touch of joy in her heart.

In a short while, Xiao Cui's eyes were smoked with tears, and of course the initiator was not much better.

"leave me alone!"

"Heaven and spirit, evil spirits are retreating quickly!" The artificially crushed onions were thrown in midair, scattered everywhere.

Suer took advantage of Xiao Cui's loss of consciousness and wiped her tears.

As soon as the fingers covered with onion juice touched the eyes, the tears flowed more intensely, and Su hurriedly took out the bottle to pick it up, and the action was done in one go.

The cold touch was close to the corner of her eyes, Xiao Cui turned her face away and pushed him away suddenly: "What are you trying to do?"

Sur did not rush: "I just like the way you shed tears for me."

After that, turned and ran away.

"..."

"Sorry." Ji Heng was left behind for the aftermath: "He has some nerve problems, and he has to break out every once in a while."

Xiao Cui's eyes were still stinging now, and she accused, "Then why didn't you stop it just now?"

"The doctor said that forcibly preventing it would easily inspire violent tendencies." Ji Heng apologized again and carefully packed the onions around: "Good night, I wish you a good dream."

Close the door thoughtfully when you leave.

"..."

Inside the room, Xiao Cui's eyes were completely red, whether it was because of the tears or was angry.

·

The cool breeze slowly.

Suer sat in the courtyard, staring at the bottle in his hand: "Next, let's see if the tears inside will evaporate."

Ji Heng sat down next to him: "Aren't you afraid of screaming?"

Sur: "Even if Xiao Cui wants to break his head, it is impossible to know the true purpose of the bottle."

Props are usually defined as weapons used to attack.

"If she is really a player, maybe she will be angry and laugh at the same time, thinking that I will kill with tears and bottles."

After the bottle was sealed, the evaporation rate was greatly slowed down. Even so, after a few minutes, you can see that the liquid inside is less than half.

"It's not a ghost." Suer was fooled once, with a fresh sense of experience: "The superb paper-cutting skills really fooled me a few times."

Paper-cutting under the moon, the horror picture is well shaped.

Ji Heng: "Eat a ditch to grow a wisdom."

Sur sighed: "Sure enough, people should learn a few more specialties."

Although the college entrance examination abolished part of the policy on specialty students, it is very useful in the game.

When he saw him like that, he knew that he had taught himself a strange truth again. Ji Heng gave up studying it carefully, only as a reminder: "Don't repeat Xu He's old tricks easily."

Su Er knows that Xu He is much deeper than Xiao Cui when it comes to City Mansion.

"I will be cautious."

Ji Heng expressed his appreciation. Even though he was apostate in his actions, he was a rare wise man who could at least listen to advice.

Shi Cai talked a lot of nonsense about Xiao Cui, one of which was Su Er's true thoughts. The staff of the Management Bureau was mostly dead in the hands of ghosts.According to Xu He's words when he bowed down to the incense burner, he deliberately led people to steal the incense burner, and the incense burner would treat these thieves who made their own ideas as sacrifices.

"The corpse was later deliberately moved to the kitchen, which was more artificial, so as to put pressure on the summer solstice." Suer frowned: "It's just a bit strange. If they are also players, why should they kill everyone else?"

The dungeon will not directly carry out the task of cannibalism, as can be seen from the previous dungeon, otherwise it would be possible to choose a love killer among the players, but it will choose Qu Qingming who died in the previous round of the game.

Ji Heng tapped the table lightly: "Drifted."

Sur looked at him.

Ji Heng: "There is no need to ponder the player's mind, the stamp ghost is the key."

Finding out the cause of death of the stamp ghost is equivalent to solving half the truth of the illusion.

Suhl pondered for a few seconds and said, "I have an idea."

Recently, the frequency of this sentence has been a bit high, so high that Ji Heng quickly took it for granted.

Suhl: "The previous tone was just a short sentence, and there were no restrictions in the transaction."

After that, he cleared his throat and slowly said to the boundless night: "Xu He was the one who killed the stamp ghost..." After a deliberate pause, he said: "It's Xiaocui... it's Xu He and Xiaocui... the stamp The ghost is suicidal..."

Every time an option is spoken, it stops for a few seconds.

Ji Heng rubbed his eyebrows, and this person succeeded in doing so and began to be blind.

The cold mechanical prompt finally appeared after Suer's babbling for a minute:

[The'Deal of Stamp Ghost' mission is updated, and each player has only three chances to answer.]

Suer was not disappointed, but calmly said: "Fortunately, I ruled out four wrong options in advance."

"Not lucky..."

Sur: "Huh?"

Ji Heng: "There are not many players who enter the illusion, otherwise you can sell the wrong options, and you can earn some benefits while others take less detours."

"..."

"Half a night of trouble," Ji Heng stood up and looked at the sky: "Go back and rest."

No matter how high the force value is, it does not rule out the possibility of sudden death in the dungeon due to overwork.

There was a beautiful figure outside the door, standing in the moonlight, holding the pillow and looking around. When he saw Su Er and Ji Heng, he smiled awkwardly: "Can you let me make a floor?"

Just an hour ago, when Xia Zhi left from the kitchen, she still carried a decisive anger, unlike now.

Asking for help, Xia Zhi could only tell the truth: "Actually, I wanted to kill Xiao Cui. That silhouette must be related to her."

Suer raised his eyebrows: "Why did you change your mind?"

"When I went to look for her, she saw her eyes were red." Xia Zhi: "Wang Sansi said that Xu He was violent at Xiaocui before. I still have some doubts, but now it seems to be true."

"It's funny to say, I was not used to seeing this kind of temperament that would cry when I was wronged, but now I feel sorry for the same disease."

Due to the role setting, she had to play the role of the wife who was domestically abused. She was beaten for several days. At that moment, she saw Xiao Cui with red eyes, and she suddenly couldn't do it.

After listening to the psychological journey of the summer solstice, Suer looked complicated: "It seems that you also have the potential to be a screenwriter."

The brain is very strong, and the culprit that caused Xiao Cui's red eyes is obviously an onion.

The summer solstice was puzzled.

Sur took the initiative to push the door open.

The summer solstice took a tentative step forward, sure that he acquiesced to lay the ground floor, and breathed a sigh of relief.

The incense burner is only cannibalistic, which is too evil. For the sake of safety, Suer originally planned to come to Ji Heng to shop on the ground. One room for one person becomes a room for three people, which is unavoidably crowded.

Ji Heng asked Su to go to bed, sleep on the small sofa during the summer solstice, and lay on the floor by himself.

Xia Solstice was still thinking about paper-cutting. He couldn't sleep at night. When he turned around, he suddenly found that Sur was also not asleep, sitting on the bedside and muttering to himself in the dark air.

After watching for two seconds, Xia Zhi was so frightened that he sat up suddenly, and the little sleepiness he had finally produced disappeared instantly.

Walking down to Ji Heng's side, he asked in a low voice, "What is he doing?"

In the evening, it was as if the devil was stunned, could it be that he was possessed by a demon!

Ji Heng was not surprised, and said quietly: "Take a small report."

"what?"

Feeling his unexplained desire, Xia Zhi Zhixiang returned to the small sofa again.

On the other side, Suer said in an inaudible voice: "The transactions of stamp ghosts can be updated in time, indicating that the will of the game is everywhere, and I hope to report the results in time."

·

The corpses were everywhere.

Among the incomplete corpses, there are players' and some aborigines in the game.Among them was a woman with a beautiful face, who died of a sword through her companion.

The man bent down, smeared her blood, and rubbed the clay man's forehead.

The so-called cinnabar between the eyebrows is the most beautiful painting with blood.

The little clay figurine didn't care about the stench of blood, he was quite happy, and wanted to draw another six-petal lotus.

It's a pity that the rose gentleman didn't pay attention to it anymore, looking at the green hills in the distance, the flowers in his ears were more vivid.

"The Duan Mie dungeon is always so beautiful, not to mention double happiness this time."

With that stamp, Suer must have entered the copy of the loyal servant of the tomb at this time.

Among the moderators, the Tomb Keeper is notoriously fond of making transactions, and he prefers to walk the player like a dog. No matter whether Sur dies in the end or the Tomb Keeper is pitted, he does not lose.

Just thinking about it, I received a game announcement:

[The loyal servant of the Shou Tomb abused his power to destroy the impartiality of the copy, and was immediately suspended for review.]

The corner of the rose gentleman's mouth curled, and a soft laugh echoed in the valley.

However, I was happy for only three seconds, and the next private message followed:

[Please go to the copy of Liberty Town immediately and take over the unfinished work of the suspended host.]

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