Seven Days, Seven Nights

When they were talking, Liu Wen was also discussing with Li Zizai: "We have to find a way to go."

Li Zizai shook his head: "The price is too great."

Yu Guang caught a glimpse of the scene where Ji Heng gave Sursey amulets, a little jealous, not everyone had props to burn.

Obviously they are twins, the moment Chen Ziwen and Chen Ziwu met, they all wanted to cut each other alive.

Chen Ziwu scolded an idiot: "The fox fairy wants to use your hand to deal with me and become a new ghost king."

"So what?" Chen Ziwen said with a weird smile: "I want to see you with my own eyes."

Chen Ziwu walked out of the mirror without talking nonsense, and started directly.

Ji Heng glanced at Li Zizai: "If you don't want to die, help the ghost king."

During the weighing, the white fox rushed over, and Li Zizai knew that there was no way out, and they were automatically classified as a group with the ghost king.

Fighting fiercely in the narrow corridor, Su Er's style of painting was different, and he rushed downstairs with burning talisman paper all the way to escape the encirclement.

"Fuck!" Liu Wen was stunned, almost getting a bite of meat by the fox.

Is this going to be a deserter?

Ignoring the complaints, I quickly gathered my energy to deal with the wish fox around me.

If in peacetime, the Ghost King is more than capable of dealing with Chen Ziwen, it is a pity that this morning's injury makes him only able to fight.Others present, except for Liu Wen who is more strenuous, Ji Heng and Li Zizai are fairly comfortable.

Players only need to deal with Yuanhu. Mayhu and Chen Ziwen complement each other. Without lucky feedback, Chen Ziwen's actions are much more difficult.

Ji Heng opened up a battlefield alone, and Li Zizai cleverly discovered that the wishing foxes lying around the opponent kept a sigh of relief.

Just as the number of wish foxes was reduced by one third, Sur returned.

Liu Wen was the first to find out, staring mainly at the strange mud box in his hand.

Ji Heng raised his eyebrows, and when Suer told him about the book, he just laughed and let him pretend, and didn't think it would succeed.Books are different from clay figurines. When they fall together, don't they have to be glued together?

Looking at the box-like book in Suer's hand, it is interesting to see from the side that there are clear boundaries between pages and pages.

Sur rushed up from the side, because he wanted to protect the book, he was almost bitten into his arm twice.In the end, he threw out the talisman, kicked one away, and ran to the safe area, only to breathe a sigh of relief.

Ji Heng disagrees: "There is no need to save props at this time."

Su Er gasped, glanced at the book in his arms and smiled and asked, "How?"

Ji Heng saw a bit of the doorway, and said in a voice that only two people could hear: "Electric shock?"

Sur nodded.

After the yin is injected, the pages of the book have a slight vitality, not to mention the convenience of forming, but also easy to make changes.

Now he is leaning over and covering most of the book. If Liu Wen is just the right person to look more closely, he will find that the box in his eyes can produce slight movements, like a wounded cabbage worm, twisting from time to time. .

Yin has been injected into the book, and now there is only one last question left: how to make the wishing fox live on it.

Frankly speaking, Sur is not very sure.

First of all, whether the pages of the book can bear the energy of Wishing Fox will not collapse, and secondly, Wishing Fox may not be able to attach to it like the ghosts in the Book of Answers.

"Hurry up." Ji Heng reminded.

Suer lifted his chin slightly and glanced at Li Zi there.

Ji Heng: "Don't worry about it."

As long as he doesn't use electric shocks in front of them, Li Zizai can't figure out the reason even if he wants to break his head.He hinted: "Change the host."

Afterwards, just make up a story and push it on the Dongfeng layman.

Su Er squatted down.

May the fox's claws be quite sharp, and now they are left with a sigh of relief and can only scratch emptily in the air.

Put the mud book in front of a wishing fox, the yin inside strongly attracts wishing fox to get in.

Suer's voice was very light, and he listened carefully with a frightening taste: "Go in if you want to survive. Remember to be honest. I'm good at cramping and skinning."

After speaking, let go of his hand, the next moment the wishing fox also disappeared, and the mud book trembled.

Witnessing this miraculous scene, Li Zizai scratched his paw when he was dying to fight back.

"hiss."

Sul smiled as he gasped.

There were only a dozen pages of the mud book, and Yu Ji Heng cleared away obstacles nearby, and quickly collected them all.The arc of the smile at the corner of his mouth hadn't fully aroused, and the rest of the wishing fox suddenly ran in all directions, and Chen Ziwen was injured and ran away for some time.

Others fight Suer out to play in the mud, and now he is the first one to come out to blow the rainbow.

"The Ghost King is the first in strength."

Chen Ziwu was not very happy, staring in the direction where Chen Ziwen fled from the wild, the violence in his eyes had not completely dispersed: "It doesn't look like his style."

Obviously there is still the power of a battle, but he did not choose the last moment to die.

Su Er thinks this is a combination of interests like a'dew marriage'. Now Chen Ziwen is seriously injured. Even if he kills people at night, he can't take advantage of it. He still has a wish for nothing, enough.

Without saying hello to Chen Ziwu, he looked at each other with Ji Heng and walked out of the building.

Liu Wen urged Li Zizai: "Let's leave now."

Tigers won't turn into cats if they are injured. If they are late, maybe the ghost king will attack them.

"Ghost killings must also meet the conditions." Li Zizai despised his timidity, looked at Chen Ziwu, smiled and said, "I didn't expect us to fight side by side."

The ghost king waved his hand up and down, making a boxing gesture, and asked without expression, "Would you like to play a game?"

Li Zizai's face was ugly. Asking this sentence meant that he was the same as before. Only if he wins, he will be rewarded.

Doesn't it mean that you just worked for nothing?

He closed his eyes fiercely: "Why do those two help?"

The ghost king was anxious for these people to fight, and replied badly: "Of course it is to survive."

Now even Liu Wen understands it, 80% of it is Su Er and Ji Heng who provoke the ghost, and that ghost happens to have an enemy with the ghost king, and the two hit it off.

I couldn't help but glance at Li Zi, this guy was obviously pitted by Su'er.The other party deliberately said something half-concealed, and used Li Zizai's greed to stay for free.

After thinking about it, his expression became more and more complicated. No matter who was right or wrong, Li Zizai's angry expression already showed that Liang Zi was completely dead.

·

The night is long and dreamy.

No other players are seen on the playground so far, Suer stopped by the basketball hoop, with a book of answers on his left hand, and a DIY mud book on his right.

"I will try to flip it again."

Ji Heng nodded.

Suer first opened the mud book, and more than a dozen phantoms of wish foxes appeared on it, because the serious injuries did not show up, but they were somewhat useful.

The lucky buff is opened, and the correct questions are quickly meditated in mind.

The book of answers began to tremble, more violent than the reaction of Hyakki Yeyu.Sur had a strange feeling. The eye in his body was trying to absorb the luck brought by the fox, but because it was not direct luck, it was slow to absorb.

Lest things change, he wants to open it before the book of answers stops.

The next moment I felt a chill.

An extra person who emerged out of thin air firmly grasped his wrist, Su Er raised his eyes and faced a pair of amber pupils.

"I haven't seen it for a few months, and I am good at it." The fortune teller let go, his eyes fell on the mud book, and his indifferent expression was tight for a moment: "I have learned to open the plug-in for myself."

"..."

Suer's hand was only a few centimeters away from the book of answers. After resting his mind, he couldn't move faster than the host.

Ji Heng lip-synched and said that he would turn it whenever he wanted.

Sur shook his head.

It is true that Ji Heng can hold the fortune teller for a while, but after turning to the correct answer, Ji Heng's trouble has just begun.

Withdrawing his hand, Su Er snorted and said, "No violation."

As long as you don’t violate the rules, you can stand on the commanding heights of morality.

God fortune teller: "The eyeball given to you by Tianyi Hexagram is at the expense of luck."

Despite the speculation, Sur frowned inadvertently when he heard him speak out.

Standing face to face, the fortune teller also frowned slightly: "The game allows you to be the holder of the eyes because of this loss."

Now that Suer opens the hanger by hand, this balance will be broken.

"Broken the balance, the dungeon will find a way to ruin that eye sooner or later." God fortune teller: "It's not worth thinking about it."

Sur was silent for a second: "Is it good to give up?"

The fortune teller shook his head mercilessly.

This sentence was not a threat. After speaking, he turned around neatly, and there was no sign of turning back.

Su Er sneered and said, "He was for sure that I would not dare to gamble with the right to use my eyes."

I have to say that the wool of God fortune teller is really difficult to gather.

After looking at the mud book, he turned his head and looked at Ji Heng: "You should have no restrictions on use."

Ji Heng shook his head, looked straight ahead, and suddenly smiled for a while: "The buyer is here."

In the teaching building not far away, there are two heads on the corridor windows, Shan Meng and Jin Liya.It was already evening, and they couldn't see each other's expressions clearly at a distance.Ji Heng gestured to them to wait there.

On the way, Sur asked: "Sell them?"

Ji Heng: "It is impossible to bring out a copy of this book, and it is of no value to keep it in your hands."

The clay figurines are inseparable, let alone a dozen wishing foxes.

·

There was a cool breeze in the corridor. When Su Er and Ji Heng went upstairs, Shan Meng was a little surprised.According to the agreement at the time of the exchange of idols, Ji Heng must tell the information he got when they meet again.

"I passed the basketball court before and heard the sound of fighting in the low building." Shan Meng first said: "We didn't want to be involved in the storm, so we hid in the teaching building."

Ji Heng expressed his understanding that he had no precaution to promote Suer's handmade products: "Improve luck and improve the accuracy of flipping books. Now I only have three props."

"..."

For at least thirty seconds, there was silence between the two sides.

Just when Suer thought that there was no follow-up, a repressive "buy" word rang.

Shan Meng's facial muscles were pulled out, and the handsome facial features were a little distorted because of the shaved head. He barely suffocated a sentence: "How many times can I use it?"

Jin Liya didn't say anything beside her. She couldn't afford three props. She hoped that after Shan Meng used up, she would give another prop and use it again.

"Not sure, but I can't bring out a copy."

Shan Meng struggled for a few seconds before handing over the props.

There was no imaginary bargaining, or even doubts about the authenticity of the product, and the sale was completed.

Su Er is thoughtful, no wonder Ji Heng chooses to be a trade object: there are many items, few problems, and most importantly, very decisive.

For caring buyers, Ji Heng is very responsible and proactively tells them that they can find the facts corresponding to the deceased student status by birthday.

"It turned out to be a birthday." Jin Liya murmured to the side, apparently she had guessed it a long time ago, but it was just a small piece of the puzzle.

After hesitating again and again, Shan Meng asked, "What do you do if the thing is sold?"

Su Er looked up at the sky, prickling his heart.

Ji Heng responded calmly: "There are side tasks to do."

One sentence dispelled Shan Meng's last remaining suspicion, he no longer delayed, and took the time to go to the office to find student information.

When there were only two people left in the corridor, Su Er sighed: "I hope that after helping Zhang Xiaohua find the real culprit, the reward will be enough to get married."

This wave was lost, and the yin qi accumulated in the electric shock device was about to run out because of books.

Abandoning frustration, remembering that Ji Heng mentioned that there was already a suspected target in a poisoning case, he began to analyze whether he had missed something.Unknowingly, he went up to the fourth floor, and Ji Heng didn't interrupt his thinking. Suer came back to his senses: "I want to go to the bathroom."

Ji Heng nodded.

As he was about to go up to another floor, Yu Guang glanced at the classroom on the corner, and the ghost opened the door and walked in.

In the cold and miserable moonlight, the fortune teller sat on the pony and fiddled with the tortoise shell, looked up and saw Sur, suddenly vomited a mouthful of blood.

"..."

He doesn't accept touch porcelain without technical content!

After just one glance, the divine operator continued to lower his head to study the tortoise shell, and finally suddenly waved his sleeve and the window was broken.The moving speed of the divine fortune was quite fast, and others only had time to see a raised corner of his clothes. When he sat back on the pony, he threw the pinched wish fox aside and vomited blood again.

Seeing this scene, Su Er frowned. May the fox not be strong, why would he get hurt by killing it?

"Backlash." The amber eyes seemed to have the ability to read minds, and the fortune-teller took the initiative to clarify: "This wish fox is special. It was sent by the fox fairy to watch you. In the future, you may have a bad intersection. "

After a moment of stunned, Suer subconsciously looked at the person next to him, and asked with his eyes whether this was an illusion?

Ji Heng: "It's not an illusion."

Su Er curled his lips, can't it be that the host is crazy, and help solve the trouble hidden in the dark?

Interrupting the eye contact between the two, the god operator was very calm: "Killing some elements in advance will help keep the instance stable."

"..."

Ji Heng was silent for a moment, and said: "He is calculating the possible impact you may cause, and first eliminate hidden dangers."

The host can't interfere too much with the copy, and such a move must cause some harm.

At this moment, the fortuneteller vomited blood again.

Surr's eyebrows beat, and he stepped back to avoid the blood splashing in the air.

"Aren't you afraid of dying on duty?"

The fortune teller calmly said: "I'm illegally operating, the game will impose a penalty, and then send a new host."

"Picture what?"

Suer is puzzled, and filling the loopholes in advance will only make people later, and he has to pay for it.

"Maintaining the stability of the copy is the responsibility."

The fortune teller replied stubbornly, he and the Dongfang layman are two extremes, and strive to perform their duties in everything.

Staring at the dead Yuanhu for a few seconds, Suer walked out of the classroom without a word.

When he was approaching the entrance of the corridor, he took a breath.

Ji Heng: "Think about the benefits, the deeper the intersection with the host, the easier it is to get achievement points."

Sur shook his head: "This is actually a conspiracy."

Ji Heng stopped and listened patiently.

"The player enters the game is roughly divided into three stages, energetic, highly vigilant, and exhausted." Suer frowned: "And Dongfeng layman is a salted fish physique, and has been in the wind since dealing with it; otherwise, he is a job. Crazy, I will cut my chances at the expense of a thousand; after he leaves, the host who takes over will definitely be even more powerful."

Ji Heng didn't understand what he wanted to express.

"The host, from weak to strong, corresponds to my three stages. What does it mean?"

Ji Heng tried to respond: "It's exhausted after a single blow?"

Su Er surveyed and surveyed the ground and said, "No, this is Tian, ​​Ji, racing, and horse."

"..."

The author has something to say:

Before making:

Suer: I'm already a mature player, and it's time to learn to open a plug-in for myself.

After making:

Sur: Junk games hurt me.

Ji Heng: ... the full score composition of the college entrance examination is you.

Game: Baby, be sober.Open your eyes and see who is the victim!