No matter how strong an actor is, it is possible to fall into a state of life and death due to misjudgment. The boundary between self-confidence and arrogance is always known after death.

Qiancang took a deep breath. The woman in white outside the window had already left, but the cold chill did not follow. He took out his phone and sent a message to the group.

[Cheng Xingyuan: Have you seen a woman in white with a white lantern outside the door? The appearance is exactly the same as the woman in white that appeared at the beginning of "Fuck". 】

In fact, he is not sure whether the shadow puppetry and Wutong have already woken up like him.

[Tao Zhenru: I saw it too, but I didn't dare to follow it out. 】The shadow play immediately replied to the message.

[Qian Ruosi: Me too. ] Wutong has also woken up.

All three of the actors who acted as actors of "Fuck 2" woke up, and Wan Yao, played by Jiang Ling, did not reply, so Qian Cangyi believed that this was an ‘invitation’ to these actors.

Just like the plot in "Fuck", an invitation from a ghost.

[Cheng Xingyuan: Let's go out and have a look! 】

As soon as Qian Cang made a choice, he believed that this invitation was an opportunity to break the deadlock. Considering that Renshe Bailian was crushing their strength, it was not a good idea to hide.

[Tao Zhenru: Hmm! 】

[Qian Ruosi: OK! 】

Although there was a sequence of time, the three opened the door almost at the same time.

Qian Cang poked his head out the door, he looked around and saw the shadow puppet and Wutong who were also watching in advance, and then he walked out of the room.

In the man-made ghost town not far away, the woman in white who just passed by walked into Qingshi Alley with a white lantern in her hand, gradually disappearing in it.

Qiancang waved his right hand, beckoning the two of them to follow him, and at the same time he walked towards the artificial ghost town.

The watchman tonight did not know whether he was lazy or passed out because of a ghost. He did not sit in the designated seat as normal.

In the artificially constructed ancient bluestone alley, three people stepped on the bluestone bricks and followed the woman in white.

In the dark night, only moonlight illuminates the way forward.

In order not to disturb the woman in white, Qian Cangyi did not turn on the light of the phone, but followed behind him with the faint moonlight.

The cry of mourning came from outside Qingshi Alley, and the weeping one after another made people wonder.

A rectangular piece of paper flew in from the exit, and the paper flew in the air. After turning for several times, it came to Qiancangyi's body. Qiancang stretched out his hand and grabbed it. He put the paper in front of him, then raised it up, and found that the paper in his hand was the yellow paper money that was often used when worshiping ancestors.

Who died?

Qiancang looked at the front in a puzzled manner, his brows furrowed, feeling that the development of the situation had completely exceeded his expectations.

A white lantern appeared, followed by the woman in white who just appeared in front of the Qiancang window, but the woman in white just now has left Qingshi Alley and walked to the left, and now the woman in white appears from the right, it is very likely to be with The woman in white clothes just now is not the same.

Qiancang Yi stretched out his right hand and pressed it down, signaling the two people behind him to stop temporarily.

"Did you find anything?" Wutong asked in a low voice. Her voice was very small and very soft. Only in this case can such a small voice be heard clearly.

"Look at this." Qiancangyi handed over the paper money he had just picked up.

"Paper money?" The shadow play saw clearly the items handed over by Qiancang. With the passive skill of night creatures, her physical fitness can be further improved, naturally including night vision.

"Yes, ghost towns are all ghosts. Only if they can be purified, how can they die?" Qian Cang sighed.

"Could it be the paper money they received? I mean someone burned them." The shadow puppet frowned and took the paper money in his hand and looked at it over and over.

"Don’t rule it out. After all, we don’t know the rules of the world. However, we haven’t encountered such a situation in the ghost town before. The transaction in the ghost town does not require paper money. So, what is the situation, I dare not go now. The final conclusion." Qian Cangyi expressed his worries, "The only person in the ghost town who is not a ghost is probably the only person who is not a ghost."

"You mean Renshe Bailian is really dead?" Wutong's tone was slightly agitated.

"I'm just guessing that this may not be the case. It may also be a suspended animation. Everything is a scheming strategy." Qian Cang answered calmly, and his voice calmed Wutong.

"Are we going out now?" The shadow play looked at the exit, suddenly wondering how to choose.

"Let's wait and see for a while. If there is no problem, we will go out again." Qiancangyi was also uncertain about the situation.

At the front exit, the women in white walked by one by one, and then came out a ghost in mourning clothes. The ghost was holding a photo of his death in both hands and walking forward slowly. For some reason, a gust of wind blew up the ghost’s mourning clothes, exposing a chest with a big hole. Under the influence of the gust of wind, the body of the ghost deviated a little. Similarly, the photo in his hand was also Deviated from the original angle.

The posthumous photos after the deviation can make Qiancang see clearly.

After he saw the photo, his brow furrowed into a word "Chuan".

Inside the reddish-brown frame, a finely crafted face with a smile on the front, and the two blushes at the corners of the eyes are particularly eye-catching.

The face in the posthumous photograph is exactly the face of the human snake.

Qiancang couldn't help taking a deep breath. He didn't make any movement, but waited for the ghost to leave.

More ghosts in mourning clothes appeared, and this funeral procession seemed to have no end, and could go on forever.

The ghosts of the ghost town are in the funeral for people and snakes. If anyone posts this news in the group, the authenticity will be questioned for the first time even if they are not taunted.

The three looked at each other, not knowing why this happened.

What happened in the ghost town in this week? Why would a human snake die? Or is it all the tricks of humans and snakes?

Countless questions came to mind.

Qiancangyi made a strong fist with his right hand~lightnovelpub.net~ to calm himself down.

The funeral procession in front finally ended, and the long white cloth at the end looked like the tail of a human snake.

In any case, this matter must be clarified.

This is the idea of ​​the three.

"Let's go." As soon as Qian Cang moved forward, his eyes were firm, his lips pressed tightly, and his expression was solemn.

As the distance approached, the dark night sky began to change and turned into a gray sky. Although there was no sun, visibility was no longer a problem. At this time, Qiancangyi was already close to the exit.

As he approached the exit, the neigh of horses sounded from nearby, a tall black horse appeared from the right side, and the headless general appeared in Qiancang's eye. The front of the black steed was raised high, and his legs kept pushing forward. The headless general sitting on the horse turned his body to the bluestone alley where Qiancang No. 1 was located.

"Don't come here without problems!" A reverberating voice came from the black armor and reached the ears of the three of them.