Chapter 345

The paper man walks slowly past the white willow face. Unlike those little paper figures with stiff movements, its movements are smooth and free, just like a real person.

The moment the paper man walked past Bai Liu's face, Bai Liu pushed Mu Sicheng out, followed the paper man's footsteps exactly, and followed closely behind.

Mu Sicheng turned his head full of question marks, glanced at Bai Liu, gestured and mouthed and asked: Why are we following?

Bai Liu answered with mouth shape: You have seen paper figurines chasing corpses before, follow them and you might be able to find your corpse.

The paper Taoist strode forward with his peach sword in his hand, as if he had no eyeballs to keep up with Bai Liu, Mu Sicheng, after passing through the tomb passages, Bai Liu heard a rattling sound of water.

After passing through the narrow tomb passage again, a long river with a width of about 50 meters appeared in front of Bailiu.

The water in the long river is flowing rapidly, and the white willows can see the splash of the river water hitting the rocks under the light of the incense burner raised by the paper man. A short white bridge spans the long river.

The bridge is very low and narrow, the bridge body almost touches the water surface, and there are no protective rails on both sides, it feels like people on the bridge can touch the water surface when they stretch out.

Of course, there was no one on the bridge, only some shadows of Bailiu whose exact appearance was not clear for the time being dragged slowly on the bridge.

The closer you get to the Changhe bridge, the more Bailiu can smell a strange smell of water. However, the short white bridge looked like a rock from a distance, but when you walk in, you find it's just an oil-filled bridge. A paper bridge made of tissue paper. On the paper bridge are some sluggish ghosts walking on tiptoes, as well as some black translucent remnants.

But these are not the most eye-catching, the most eye-catching are the women on the bridge holding white oil-paper umbrellas, walking gracefully like walking in the rain.

These women held oil-paper umbrellas with their backs to the white willow, wore white shrouds, and shook white handkerchiefs in their bare feet. They swayed from the center of the bridge to the end of the bridge step by step, and turned their bodies while holding the umbrellas, as if preparing to turn back.

Mu Sicheng was holding his breath waiting for these women to turn around, but these umbrella women suddenly dropped their umbrellas and jumped into the river.

Floating under the paper bridge were the face-down corpses of these women. The hair of the corpses spread long in the water and floated motionless under the bridge deck. But when these corpses crossed the bridge deck, these corpses turned into face up.

The face of the face-up corpse was black and swollen with a malicious smile on its face, and its two eyeballs were staring at the "person" who was still walking on the bridge. After that, the venomous smile on the face of the corpse became more and more distorted, and then slowly drifted away.

Soon after, a woman walking with an oil-paper umbrella suddenly appeared in the center of the bridge.

Bai Liu stared at the women walking on the bridge, and soon, he found that these women seemed to be the same group, floating on and off the bridge, walking across the bridge time and time again, jumping Bridge, and then float under the bridge.

Every time they floated under the bridge, the eyeballs of these women stared intently at the bridge, as if they were looking for something.

As they failed to find them again and again, the eyes of these women looking at the passers-by on the bridge became more and more resentful and vicious, as if resenting the "people" on the bridge for blocking their search.

Mu Sicheng was terrified by these weird women, and quickly pulled Bai Liu's sleeve: "...What are they doing?"

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

Mu Sicheng was startled, and murmured: "...I don't remember."

Bai Liu withdrew his gaze: "According to the records of "Maoshan Magic", these women should be ghosts who died on the bridge."

Mu Sicheng asked, "What is a bridge martyr?"

Bai Liu looked at these women holding paper umbrellas: "It is said that in ancient times, when the husband left home, the women at home would go to the bridge every day and hold umbrellas to watch over them. What came was not the happy news of her husband's return home, but the news of death, and some women jumped bridges to be buried in grief."

At this time, Mu Sicheng showed some sympathy to the eyes of these women: "So they are looking for husbands who have returned home?"

"It should be." Bai Liu glanced at Mu Sicheng's sympathetic eyes, "The resentment of the floating corpses under the bridge is very strong, and the ghosts of the corpses circle around the bridge for generations, guarding the bridge all the time." their own husbands, and if they can't find their own husbands, they intend to drag all the men who cross the bridge into the water."

Mu Sicheng said in shock: "Why are you dragging me into the water! I'm not her!"

Bai Liu nodded calmly: "Yes, people also know, so if they find out that you are not yourself after being pulled into the water, they think they have admitted the wrong person and drowned you alive in grief, and then Throwing you aside, continue to work on yourself."

Mu Sicheng: "..."

"Damn!" Mu Sicheng came to his senses, he pulled Bai Liu, and frowned, "Then, bridge martyr, wouldn't it be very dangerous for you, a living person, to cross this bridge?"

Bai Liu's eyes darkened: "Yes, the ghost who died at the bridge is also one of the most dangerous ghosts in the records of "Maoshan Sorcery."

"The grievances of ghosts dying on the bridge cannot be counteracted, they can only be diverted. If there is no talisman that can pretend to be their husband, once they find out that we are just two strange men, we will definitely be dragged and jumped off the bridge together." , drowned alive, trapped in the cycle of the bridge above and below the bridge."

Mu Sicheng's back felt cold when he heard it: "Then you are a talisman for disguise?"

Bai Liu paused: "No, it's a positive spell called [False Amulet], and it's not in my sorcerer records."

"Then we don't cross the bridge, go back and count..." Before Mu Sicheng finished his sentence, he suddenly trembled a few times, the blackness on his face suddenly thickened, and his limbs deformed and he fell on the ground, his eyes were red, and he grinned He rushed towards Bai Liu!

On the other side, in the tomb.

Kong Xuyang, who had a [false amulet] on his head, held up the candlestick, and chatted proudly with Yang Zhi, who also had a fake amulet next to him: "Then Bai Liu probably means it's in the tomb?"

Yang Zhi nodded in agreement, and gave Kong Xuyang a thumbs-up with unconcealed praise on his face: "Of course, Brother Kong, you are really tall, really tall, and you directly led them into the grave."

Kong Xuyang pretended to be impatient and waved Yang Zhi's hand: "It's so high, it's just a guide talisman to let the Yin Corpse lead them a way, mainly because that Bai Liu likes to play tricks, and he doesn't have anything. If you dare to rush into the tomb, isn’t this what you found yourself?”

"He is willing to take risks with his own tactical style. Can this be my high point? Isn't it all due to the opponent?"

Kong Xuyang sighed and patted the falling lamp ash, and sighed pretendingly: "Of course, I still hope that Bai Liu can struggle to survive more, otherwise we will win the competition as long as we push the monsters and decrypt them all the way." It’s too easy, there’s no point, and the attention can’t be increased, so how can I earn popularity?”

Yang Zhi nodded again and again, feeling quite emotional: "When I competed with Bai Liu, I thought he was so good. I didn't expect that I didn't even go back and forth in Brother Kong."

Kong Xuyang snorted: "Amazing? A laid-off worker in reality, loser, can you compare with me?"

"However, Bai Liu relied on his strength to win the first place in the star list and the first place in the king's list." Yang Zhi unknowingly listed Bai Liu's achievements, without even noticing that Kong Xuyang's face had darkened. "I didn't expect Italy to lose so easily..."

"Have you finished?" Kong Xuyang cast a sad look at Yang Zhi.

Only then did Yang Zhi realize that he seemed to have poked Kong Xuyang's sore foot, and hurriedly made amends: "But Brother Kong, you are still incomparable!"

But after he finished speaking, Yang Zhi felt a little guilty, because Kong Xuyang had never won the first place in the list of kings.

Kong Xuyang was overwhelmed by hearts last year and spades last year. This year he managed to get it once, but was snatched away by Bai Liu who rushed out of thin air.

Kong Xuyang sneered, ignored Yang Zhi, and went deeper into the tomb with the candlestick in hand.

From time to time, they passed by women holding oil-paper umbrellas, ghosts crawling on the ground, and women covered with hijabs, but Kong Xuyang and the others walked through these ghosts wantonly as if they were in no one's land, and These ghosts did not harm them, and the women who wore oil-paper umbrellas came over to hold umbrellas for them.

It wasn't until they were sent to a dark tomb that the woman turned around and walked away slowly holding an umbrella, leaving water-stained footprints on the ground of the tomb.

Yang Zhi looked at the woman who was walking away, and patted his heart in fear: "This [false amulet] is so powerful, the bridge ghosts directly regarded us as their husbands, and even gave us umbrellas."

"If there is no such [false amulet]..." Yang Zhi seemed to have thought of something terrible, and shivered.

Kong Xuyang also looked at Qi Qiyan, but cursed viciously in his mouth: "These women are too crazy. When I read this book last time, I almost fell into this group of ghosts who died on the bridge. Damn, once If you find out that the son is not their man, then the son will become their enemy, a bunch of scumbags!"

Yang Zhi felt a lingering fear in his heart: "Yes, and there is only one weakness recorded in the books of ghosts and monsters who died on bridges, and that is their husbands! If it wasn't Brother Kong last time, you can find out the [false identity] from the Maoshan book in time. symbol], we are all in their place!"

"‌□□." Kong Xuyang cursed a few words sinisterly, but for some reason, the expression on his face eased again.

Kong Xuyang sneered: "Didn't you want to make trouble last time? This time, just follow me closely and give me an umbrella."

Yang Zhi rubbed his hands lewdly and laughed twice: "Brother Kong, tell me, maybe these women are okay..."

Kong Xuyang interrupted Yang Zhi with a disgusted waving: "You have too much taste!"

Yang Zhi tactfully changed the subject: "How far do you think Bai Liu and the others can go in the tomb?"

Kong Xuyang became interested again when he heard this: "We have already walked through this tomb once, and the most dangerous ones are the dozen or so ladies in the wedding hall, ghosts who died on the bridge, and those zombies."

"Of course the scariest thing is the Taoist priest in the main tomb." Kong Xuyang's expression became more serious when he said this, "That thing is at least a monster with a panel value of 20,000 yuan. Don't let that thing wake up, or we will all be killed." Got it."

"After the first seven days, within two days, the zombie sucked enough Yin Qi from the last group of villagers in Yinshan Village and started to wake up. After waking up, he started to slaughter the village. There is no way to stop it." Kong Xuyang's face darkened. , "Last time, as soon as we logged out of the game, the Taoist priest killed all the remaining players trapped inside."

"Many of those players are quite satisfied with the team members, and they have no resistance at all in front of the Taoist priest."

Yang Zhi remembered that the Taoist priest also had a disheveled look on his face: "It's okay, as long as Bai Liu kills the game, the game will be over. They won't be able to survive the bridge ghost."

"I hope that Bai Liu and the others can hold on a little longer and make the game last longer. After all, Bai Liu is said to have a lot of audiences who support him, and these audiences probably want to give Bai Liu a little more attention. "Kong Xuyang shrugged regretfully, but the malicious smile on his face grew bigger and bigger, "I am a person who has always been willing to meet the wishes of the audience."

"But if Bai Liu really can't even play with a bunch of abandoned wives holding umbrellas for me, and doesn't know the audience who support him, what do you think of the meaning of this scene?"

Yang Zhi comprehended and praised: "They don't want to support Bai Liu, they are naturally here to support Brother Kong!"