Seven Days, Seven Nights

Unfavorable, Suer's eyes changed slightly, thinking about what reason to get prevarication.

Ji Heng was frankly scary: "There is no violation."

The four characters floated down, as if those ghosts appeared like raindrops after dark clouds condensed. They are all natural phenomena.

While speaking, he winked at Sur, who seized the time to read the book of answers.

Dongfeng lay his eyelids twitched: "Stop it for me."

Suer learns everything, and he fumbles and learns Ji Heng's words, insisting that there is no violation.

Dongfeng Jushi had to admit that the degree of research and utilization of the rules by these two players even exceeded that of the host.

Raising his arm, he threw a small black ball.

The host can't kill the player directly, Su Er's heart moved, and he caught it without dodge.

"Just enough." Dongfeng Jushi: "The loopholes in the rules will be fixed soon."

The game cannot let the phenomenon of Hyakki nocturne.

Soon after the voice fell, a small card appeared in the air, staggering and falling onto his knee.

After reading it, the Dongfeng layman said in a calm and terrible voice: "Book."

Guessing that the card might be an account of the game, Suer took the initiative to hand it in, and Ji Heng gave it out without hesitation.

"I'm going to hunt ghosts now," Dongfeng Jushi adjusted the direction of the wheelchair and turned his face slightly. The soft lines of his side face looked particularly cold at this time: "This is a loophole in the copy, and that gadget should be compensated."

After speaking, he disappeared without a trace.

Su Er sighed, "It's a pity."

Even if one more minute is given, he can turn over the entire book.

Ji Heng: "The timing of the host's appearance is very coincidental. It mostly represents the will of the game."

The game is not allowed to use this destructive way to pass the level, and the restoration of hundreds of ghosts to their freedom is a challenge to its authority.

Not having much time to regret, Suer turned to study the small black ball in his hand, which seemed to be a living thing, rolling in his palm, it would drop ash.

The corner of his mouth twitched: "It looks like a briquettes."

Of course, what the host gives will not be a vulgar thing, and what effect it has can only wait until it is returned to the transfer station to use the instrument for identification.

The book of answers was temporarily taken away, the plan was disrupted, and he had to return to the story line.

"Wandering around is like encountering a ghost hitting a wall," Sulton couldn't help asking after a while: "Could the game deliberately play us?"

Ji Heng shook his head: "No, it is a victim."

"..."

"Ghost King mentioned the diploma," Ji Heng looked at the moment: "From the appearance, the kid is almost in the sixth grade."

Suer clutched his chest: "I searched the sixth grade classroom before, but the sixth grade one."

There are only two classrooms on that floor. It's not impossible that you just missed the class where Ghost King once stayed, and the previous second class of six years was the correct goal.

Imagination is heartbroken.

After listening to the cause and effect, Ji Heng did not agree with this remark, and quietly watched him for a while: "Your luck is getting worse."

Some people are born with bad luck, Su Er is different. Since meeting him, Ji Heng has witnessed the process of his decreasing luck.

"It's really going to be traced back..." After thinking about it carefully, Suer frowned: "It seems to be more unlucky after coming out of the copy of Tianji City."

Especially when the copy ended, a zombie was created by accident.

This probability is too low to say one in a billion.

Ji Heng groaned: "The purpose of the charm value happened to be developed in that instance, and you also got a mysterious eye."

Sur had a bad guess: "Should the use of eyes cost luck?"

Everyone has the charm value, but the level is different, and no one's luck drops sharply.

Ji Heng: "Recently try to reduce the number of uses."

This is just a comforting statement, and Sul hasn't used it a few times in total, and the root cause may be that his eyes are on him.

It's a pity that the most important thing right now is to have a safe copy, and Ji Heng can't make a fuss about this knot even if he wants to find a solution.

Returning to the teaching building again, a life-and-death hunt is being staged on the playground.A tall player was chased and hit by a child with a slingshot.If it was just a slingshot, the projectile beads could actually detonate in midair.

"Help!"

Seeing someone, he ran towards here without hesitation.

Ji Heng's face sank. Although the ghost that ran out of the book of answers was only aimed at the book holder, but the random shot of marbles would inevitably affect other people.

He did it perfectly, without any intention of helping, pulling Su Er and ran away.

The tall player didn't expect this to happen, and he stunned and chased after them.

Hearing the rapid footsteps behind, Suer raised his eyebrows: "What is this picture?"

"It's illegal to kill him directly. As long as people follow closely, you and I are in danger."

If you want not to be dragged down, you have to help.

Sur turned back and warned: "You will regret it if you follow."

The tall player is indifferent.

Suer's eyes changed, and the moment he ran into the teaching building, he whispered: "Close the door!"

After that, He Ji Heng closed the door tightly on the left and right.

"Oh shit!"

There was a curse from outside, and after the belated player hit the door twice to no avail, he had to take out a ball of yarn from his pocket and threw it at the child behind.

The ball of yarn unfolded automatically in mid-air, the lines entangled the little ghost, and the tall player was able to escape.

Sur was angrily smiled: "We still have props."

Ji Heng said coldly: "I guess I'm not willing to use it, I want to borrow the east wind."

After the kid disappeared, the tall player kicked the door twice: "Don't let me..."

Before the ruthless words were over, Ji Heng took the initiative to open the door and motioned for him to continue.

Two-on-one is not dominant, the tall player muttered a few words and spit on the ground and left.

Suer watched his departure and joked: "It seems you are not so famous in the game."

Ji Heng: "Yao Zhi said..."

"Respect for species diversity."

After speaking in unison, each smiled and walked upstairs.

When he reached the fourth floor, Suer walked forward a few more steps. The headless child was still in the classroom. At this moment, he took a new head and threw it around as a ball.

Sur: "This classroom can't trap it."

Ji Heng: "Some ghosts only target people."

Learning from the previous lesson, this time the headless child gave up provocation and expressed dissatisfaction with his back to them.

Suer would not provoke him, and would go to the second class of the sixth year next to him.

"Most elementary students sit in rows according to their height," recalling the height of the ghost king, Suer suggested: "You can find it from the last two rows."

There are still schoolbags in several cabinets. It is because the parents are unwilling to accept the reality. They did not even take these things away after the tragedy happened.

Ji Heng found a piece of letterhead and stopped.

Su Er leaned over, the handwriting on it was very immature, it was an excellent student speech.

The content is roughly boiled down to a student named Chen Ziwen who won the first prize in the National Mathematics Competition and was admitted to the City No. 1 Middle School.He was very grateful for the school's nurturing and called on more students to work hard.

From the pride that flows between the lines, it is not difficult to judge that this middle school is very famous.

"Elementary to junior high school is not divided by school district?"

Ji Heng: "When I was a kid, a good middle school had an entrance examination channel."

Suer nodded in understanding: "So this is the generation gap."

"..."

Ji Heng is very young, but it depends on who he compares. If Su Er is the target of comparison, he is so many years old.

"It is the reason why the times are changing rapidly." He emphasized.

Sur nodded perfunctorily.

"It's a pity..." Sur closed the letter paper: "This kid has no chance to continue studying."

The existence of school supplies means that Chen Ziwen is also one of the victims of the milk poisoning case.

Ji Heng turned to a few test papers in the cabinet, and they were all full marks.

"I usually study well, and it is a national competition. It is unlikely that I will falsify my results."

Sur: "Since the Book of Answers gives information about the competition, there must be something tricky in the middle."

As he was talking, he saw Ji Heng's gaze pass him, looking outside the door.

The first thing that came into view was the familiar wheelchair. The Dongfeng layman calmly put two books on the table and let them pick them up.

The player’s name is printed on the bottom right of the book, so don’t worry about getting it wrong.

After doing all this, Dongfeng layman left in a wheelchair, returned to the earliest classroom, closed his eyes and rested.

He was really sleepy this time, and hunting ghosts was a physical task.

As the host disappeared, the low air pressure in the classroom dispersed.

Ji Heng asked Suer to put the book away and walked to the next classroom with the speech.

The headless child moved a few vacancies inward, looking unwilling to touch him.

Standing at the door, Ji Heng didn't care about the other person's attitude. He read the speech verbatim and asked: "What happened during the competition that year?"

The headless child suddenly placed the head of his hand on the fracture of his neck, and the adult's unsatisfied expression and the child's body matched the strangeness.

"You will know soon."

The child clutched his head and turned to him: "Because you will experience it yourself."

After speaking, he leaped towards the window, and the moment he landed, the child jumped easily to another place, but his head was smashed to pieces.

"Listening to what he meant, history will repeat itself?" Suer did not know when he appeared behind Ji Heng, and shook the Chinese text in his hand by the way.

After opening, in addition to the notes, many blank spaces were written with sad words. From the perspective of an adult, Suer couldn't help being embarrassed for two seconds for the owner of the textbook when looking through it.

He focused on one line of poems:

"competition"

The devil is doing business with two rich men at the same time

He seduced the first person

Give me one year of life

Your competitors will go bankrupt

The rich happily agree

The devil whispered to the second person

And said

Just give me a year and a day life

I helped you bankrupt the first person

A year later, both rich men died

What Ji Heng was more interested in was how Su Er discovered such hidden lines.

"Only in this child's drawer, I can't find anything related to foxes."

There were still sober people in a class who didn't believe in the so-called fox fairy.

Ji Heng: "If you win the competition, you will be eligible to go to a good school. I am afraid that many people will worship the fox fairy for this.

Su Er's smile solidified: "A group of people begged for the same thing, but there is only one place."

It is hard to imagine what will happen in this situation.

In the next second, a'ding' suddenly sounded in the ear.

[Zhang Xiaohua’s wish:

Zhang Xiaohua is the smartest child in the class with the best grades. She does not believe in fox fairies, but believes that hard work can prove everything.

Her life ended in a bottle of poisoned milk.

Find the perpetrator of the poisoning case and get the safety charm made by Zhang Xiaohua.]

Sur: "It was not in vain."

Ji Heng nodded.

Su Er is faintly aware that the other party's mind is not fully focused on the task, indicating that he has concerns.

At this time, Ji Heng walked to the window and looked at another teaching building across the moonlight: "Time is limited."

With a book of more than 300 pages of answers, finding the right page is not easy.

Hearing what he said, combined with what he said before the headless child disappeared, Su Er said solemnly: "Anyone among the players will worship the fox fairy?"

But it's just that, it can't be said that history repeats itself. At first, there was competition because of the limited number of awards. Where is the contradiction now?

The copy does not set the number of survivors.

Ji Heng's eyes were cold, and he slowly uttered two words: "Like luck."

Su Er was taken aback and looked at the text on the textbook again, and a chill rose in his heart.

"The principal's room enshrines the fox fairy, but there is a ghost king guarding ordinary people who can't enter," he pursed his lower lip and said: "The dungeon wants to use this to set off the player. There will be more than one place where the fox fairy is worshipped."

Ji Heng: "Look for it."

Sur nodded.

Being taken out of luck for no reason is quite fatal.

Ji Heng: "After finding the idol, it was ruined by some means. If you can't destroy it, you must figure out how it works."

Fortune is not something that can be borrowed casually, and certain operations must be performed in the middle.

As he walked, Su said, "Now you are a living target."

Once a player tries to borrow, it must be the best one to borrow, and Ji Heng bears the brunt.

When he went up the stairs, his footsteps suddenly stopped: "I have a hunch that the players who just followed us may not be as simple as reluctant to props."

The teaching building is not big. It is impossible for the statues to be placed in public areas such as classrooms and offices. The two returned to the broadcasting room and searched them carefully, but they found nothing.

"There seems to be a ghost in the room next door." Just as Suer was hesitant to take a risk, he saw Ji Heng staring at the ceiling suddenly.

"The best place to hide things is often high places."

With a move of his eyebrows, Suer took the initiative to drop the stool on the table, letting Ji Heng support the legs of the table, and began to fumble on the ceiling.

Squeak!

After removing a ceiling, a mouse ran over quickly.

Sur was startled by the sudden noise, and his center of gravity was unstable.

Ji Heng supported him from behind his waist: "Be careful."

Grasping the edge with his fingers, he was covered with a thick layer of dust. Su Er squinted his eyes and found that one of the areas was extremely clean, and even the mice were avoided.

"found it."

Ji Heng handed him a brace, Su Er hooked it out a little bit. When he really came into contact with the fox fairy statue, the pair of fox eyes that had been seen in the principal's office appeared before him again. Su Er held his breath, tried to stay awake, and squatted down. Jump from the chair to the tabletop.

The image of the fox fairy was placed on the table, and there was no scene of uttering words and temptation to make a deal.

"Bye bye." Ji Heng stepped forward, preparing to do the experiment himself.

Suer stopped and said, "I'm coming."

Knowing what he meant, Ji Heng laughed: "Sure?"

Suer nodded, putting his hands together in a pretense: "Fox fairy, please bless my luck."

When praying for the ghost according to the instructions in the Book of Answers, I didn't feel it at all. This time, it was purely for personal gain. At the moment when the voice fell, Suer clearly felt his body surrounded by a strange power.

A soft voice lingered in the ear: "A hair and birth date, I can help you borrow luck."

Sur: "My horoscope?"

There was a slight smile in the voice, which made people's hearts tingle: "Naturally you want to borrow someone."

Only the person concerned could hear the words, Su Er turned his head and looked at Ji Heng who didn't say a word, and said the request of the fox fairy.

"give her."

Ji Heng told Su Er the birth date and took off another hair.

In the process of staring at the fox fairy again, Suer silently opened the mysterious eye in his body.

If, as previously speculated, the luck of using this eye would decrease infinitely, then he wanted to see if the luck brought by the fox fairy could suppress this eye.

Ji Heng hugged his arms to the side, lowered his head and couldn't see his emotions, knowing that the superposition of Sur's Kef life and his eyes would definitely not be as simple as one plus one.

At this time, the eyes of the fox fairy seemed to be more curved.

As the fox fairy cast the spell, Su Er's vision became blurred, and he vaguely saw a plump woman holding a wicker, lightly tapping on her shoulder, her red lips lightly opened for a while:

"Luck."

The chaotic light group stayed at the shoulder, and was quickly repelled after it penetrated.

The Fox Fairy was stunned.

He touched the wicker on his shoulder again: "Luck."

Still no success.

On the third attempt, not only failed, but a section of wicker was absorbed into the skin.

Sur whispered in pain.

Ji Heng raised his hand to stop, Su Er shook his head and said dumbly, "It hurts and is happy."

He could feel what the mysterious eye was absorbing.

Fox fairy is no longer calm, the fortune remaining in her body is constantly being absorbed.Try to take back the wicker, but it can't.

"God damn it! Where is the dead star!"

The wicker was originally part of her strength, and after being madly eaten away, a crack appeared in the statue of the fox fairy.

At the same time, all nine fox fairy statues hidden in the school began to show signs of fragmentation.

One of the players who was quietly kneeling down was taken aback.

"Warning, it is expected that all the fox fairy statues will be destroyed in one minute. Mission branch 3 and branch 6 will be affected and closed at the same time. The copy has signs of collapse. Please deal with it as soon as possible—"

Dongfeng layman was taking a nap, his eyes suddenly opened when the game prompt came, and a strong killing intent burst into his eyes.

broadcast room.

Suer watched as the idol was peeling off the paint like peeling off the wall, suddenly pushed away by a force behind him, but Ji Heng held it in time and didn't fall.

Regardless of questioning the culprit, the Dongfeng layman put his palm on the head of the god, slowly injecting Yin Qi, and after a long time, the fox fairy began to gradually stop breaking.

After all this, he turned around blankly.

Because of the excessive movement of the wheelchair, the wheels made a piercing and sharp sound when rubbing against the ground.

"Today is the day the game started?"

Deja vu problems.

Sur calmly replied: "The first day."

Lay Dongfeng closed his eyes: "How long has it been since we were separated?"

"About..." Sur said with feeling: "Twenty minutes?"

"well."

Sur wondered: "What's the good thing?"

Dongfeng Lay asked, "What do you mean?"

The three words are pronounced so hard that even a fool can hear the irony.

Suer glanced at the idol, which had become especially ugly because of the loss of the skin, and raised his lower eyebrows at Ji Heng.

"It's not your fault." Ji Heng said solemnly, "It's because this fox fairy is not capable of doing business."

"..."

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