The paper Taoist slowly passed in front of Bai Liu, like the stiff paper people, its movements were smooth and free, just like a real person.

At the moment when the paper Taoist passed Bai Liu, Bai Liu pushed out Mu Sicheng, closed the paper man's footsteps slenderly, and followed closely behind him.

Mu Sicheng looked back at Bai Liu with full of question marks, gestured and asked why we should follow up.

Bai Liu replied with his mouth that you had seen a paper man chase the corpse before, and followed them to say that he could find your body.

The paper Taoist strode forward holding the Tao sword. It seemed that because he had no eyes to see Bai Liu and Mu Sicheng who were following him, after it passed through the tomb passages one by one, Bai Liu heard the sound of water splashing.

After passing through a narrow tomb passage, a long river about fifty meters wide appeared in front of Bai Liu.

The water in the long river was flowing rapidly, and the incense burner lifted by the paper man in front of Bai Liu was shining. You could see the water splashing on the rocks by the river. A white short bridge straddled the long river.

The bridge is very low and narrow. The bridge almost touches the surface of the water. There are no protective fences on either side. It feels like people on the bridge can touch the surface of the water as soon as they reach out.

Of course, there was no one on the bridge, only some shadows of the white willows who were still able to see the specific appearance were dragging slowly on the bridge.

The closer you get to the long river and the bridge, the more you can smell a peculiar smell of water, but when you look at the white short bridge that looks like a rock from a distance, you find that it is only made of oily paper. On the paper bridge, there are some dull-faced ghosts who come and go on the paper bridge, and some black translucent ghosts.

But these are the most eye-catching, the most eye-catching is the white oil paper umbrellas on the bridge, like people walking in the rain as graceful people.

These people held the oil paper umbrella with their backs to Bai Liu, wearing white shrouds, shaking the white handkerchief in their hands barefoot, swaying from the center of the bridge to the top of the bridge step by step, holding the umbrella and revolving, as if they were about to turn their heads.

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

The paper bridge floated over the corpses facing these people. The corpses had long hair spreading in the water, moving across the bridge deck, but when these corpses passed the bridge deck, the corpses turned face up. Up.

The face of the corpse facing up was dark and swollen with a spiteful smile. Two eyeballs stared at the "person" who was still on the bridge, turning left and right to look for something on the bridge. After finding it, the face of the corpse was spiteful. The smile became more distorted, and then slowly drifted away.

After a long time, a person holding a paper umbrella suddenly appeared in the middle of the bridge.

Bai Liu stared at the people who were walking up the bridge, and soon he discovered that these people seemed to be the same group, floating on the river surface on the bridge, crossing the bridge one by one, jumping from the bridge, and then from the bridge. Drift by.

Every time they drifted across the bridge, the eyes of these people would stare at the bridge, as if they were looking for something.

As they searched again and again, the eyes of these people looking at the passers-by on the bridge became more resentful and insidious, as if resenting the "people" on these bridges for blocking their search.

The strange group of people like Mu Sicheng was so scared that they hurriedly pulled Bailiu's sleeves, "What are they doing?"

Bai Liu glanced at Mu Sicheng, "You have crossed this bridge again, do you remember anything now?"

Mu Sicheng was startled and muttered, "I remember."

Bai Liu retracted his gaze, "According to the Maoshan Witchcraft record, these people should be martyred bridge ghosts."

Mu Sicheng asked, "What is a ghost who died in the bridge"

Bai Liu looked at these people holding paper umbrellas. “According to legend, in ancient times when the husband left home, the people in the family would go to the bridge and hold the umbrella every day. Whether it’s sunny or rainy, waiting for the husband to return home, but if it’s not the husband who is waiting to come. The good news of returning home is the news of the funeral. Some people will jump over the bridge in grief and be buried."

Mu Sicheng looked at these people with sympathy at this time, "So are they looking for their husbands to return home?"

"It should be." Bai Liu glanced at Mu Sicheng's sympathetic eyes, "The floating corpse who died on the bridge has a strong resentment. The corpse ghost will cycle around the bridge for generations, guarding the bridge and waiting for her husband. , And if they find their husbands, they will pull all the men across the bridge."

Mu Sicheng was shocked, "I am her husband for what I am doing."

Bai Liudan nodded, "Yes, I think that if you find that you are your husband after pulling the water, they will drown you alive in grief because the person who admitted the wrong person will drown you alive, then throw you aside and continue to wait for their husband."

Mu Sicheng ""

"Rely" Mu Sicheng reacted, he grabbed Bai Liu, frowning, "Then there are martyrdom ghosts, how dangerous it is for you to cross this bridge?"

Bai Liu's eyes were dark and dark, "Yes, the ghosts of the Bridge of Death are one of the most dangerous ghosts in the records of Maoshan's sorcery."

"The grievances of the ghosts on the bridge of death can be hedged, and they can only be dispatched. If there is no talisman that can pretend to be their husbands, once they find that we are only two strange men, we will drag the bridge together, drown alive, and be trapped here. Inside the loop of the bridge on the bridge."

Mu Sicheng's back was cold when he heard "Then do you have a disguise talisman?"

Bai Liu paused, "No, it is a positive charm, called a false charm, in my sorcery record."

"Then let's cross the bridge and go back." Before Mu Sicheng's words fell, he suddenly convulsed and trembled a few times, his face suddenly became darker, and his limbs deformed and fell on the ground, his eyes were red, and his teeth were grinning towards Bai Liu. Rushed over

At the other end, in the tomb.

Kong Xuyang, with a fake talisman on his head, held a candlestick, and chatted with Yang Zhi, who also had a fake talisman on his face proudly, "Then Bailiu will die in the tomb, right?"

Yang Zhi nodded and said yes, with a hidden compliment on his face and gave Kong Xuyang a thumbs up. "Of course, Brother Kong, you are really high, you are really high, you directly led them into the tomb."

Kong Xuyang pretended to be patient and waved away Yang Zhi’s hand. "It’s so high. A sign to let the corpse show them a way. The main reason is that the white willow likes to die. If there is nothing, he dared to rush into the tomb. Are you looking for death by yourself?"

"His own tactical style is willing to risk death. Can this be regarded as my high? Is this all set off by the opponent"

Kong Xuyang sighed and slapped the light falling from his hands, and pretended to sigh, "Of course I still hope that Bai Liu can struggle to live for a while, but just watching us push the monsters and decrypt them all the way, winning this game is too easy to watch. How can I earn popularity when the attention is up

Yang Zhilian nodded and sighed with emotion, "I watched the Bailiu match before and thought he was so good. I didn't expect you to have a back and forth in your hands with Brother Kong."

Kong Xuyang sneered, "A real job worker, oser, can compare with me"

"Guo Bailiu has won the number one star and the number one king list by virtue of his strength." Yang Zhi exemplified Bai Liu's achievements without knowing it, and did not notice that Kong Xuyang's face had sunk, "I didn't expect it to be. Lost so easily"

"Are you finished?" Kong Xuyang glanced at Yang Zhi gloomily.

Only then did Yang Zhi realize that he seemed to have poked Kong Xuyang’s painful foot, and quickly looked for a supplement, "You still can’t compare with Kong brother."

But after finishing talking, Yang Zhi himself had a dilemma, because Kong Xuyang did not take the first place in the king's list.

Kong Xuyang was pressed with hearts the year before last, and last year with spades. This year it was easy to see that he could get it once, but the white willow rushed out of thin air to **** it.

Kong Xuyang sneered, ignoring Yang Zhi, holding the candlestick and heading deeper into the tomb.

There are people holding oiled paper umbrellas, ghosts crawling on the ground and brides with hijabs all around them, but Kong Xuyang and the others are walking through these ghosts recklessly as if they are in a man’s world, and these ghosts are on the contrary. To harm them, those who wear oil-paper umbrellas also came over to give them umbrellas.

Until they were sent to a new tomb, the man turned slowly away under the umbrella, leaving footprints covered with water on the floor of the tomb.

Yang Zhi looked at the man who was far away, and patted his heart with fear, "This fake talisman is really powerful, and the martyred bridge ghosts directly regarded us as their husbands and gave us an umbrella."

"If there is no such pseudo-character," Yang Zhi seemed to think of something terrible and shuddered.

Kong Xuyang looked sad, but he cursed in a vicious voice, "This group of people is too crazy. When I went to this book last time, I almost fell into the hands of this group of martyred ghosts. Damn, once I found out that I was They are men, Lao Tzu will become their enemies, a bunch of bitches."

Yang Zhixin has lingering fears. "Yes, and there is only one weakness recorded in these martyred bridge ghost monster books, that is, if their husband was Brother Kong last time, you can find the fake charms in the Maoshan book in time, we will die in their hands. "

"Dead." Kong Xuyang cursed evilly, but the expression on his face eased when he thought of something.

Kong Xuyang sneered, "Did you want to kill Lao Tzu last time? Just follow me honestly this time and give me an umbrella."

Yang Zhi wickedly rubbed his hands and smiled twice, "Kong Brother, please tell me that these people are okay."

Kong Xuyang waved disgustingly to interrupt Yang Zhi's words, "You taste too strong"

Yang Zhi changed the subject wittily, "How far can Bai Liu go in the tomb?"

Kong Xuyang became interested when he heard this: "We have already experienced this tomb. The most dangerous are the thirty brides in Xitang, the ghosts of the bridge, and the zombies."

"Of course the most terrifying thing is the Taoist priest in the main tomb." Kong Xuyang said here with a solemn expression. "That thing is at least a monster with a panel value of 20,000 to 30,000. It must be awakened, and then we have to die."

"After the first seven days, within two days, the zombie will start to wake up after absorbing the yin energy of the last group of villagers in Yinshan Village. After waking up, it will begin to slaughter the village. There is no way to stop." Kong Xuyang's face was dark, "Last time. As soon as we logged out of the game with the front foot, the Taoist priest killed all the players trapped inside with the back foot."

"Those players are rarely the prospective members of the Grand Guild, and there is no resistance in front of the Taoist priest."

Yang Zhi remembered that the Taoist priest was prepared with food, "It's okay, as long as Bai Liu is dead, the game is over. They survived the Martyr Bridge Ghost."

"I hope that Bai Liu and the others can hold on for a while and let the game last a while longer. After all, Bai Liu is said to have a lot of spectators who support him. These spectators probably want to watch Bai Liu more for a while." Kong Xuyang shrugged his shoulders with regret, with a look on his face. The malicious smile got bigger and bigger, "I am, I am always willing to satisfy the wishes of the audience."

"If Bai Liu really played with a bunch of abandoned women who were holding umbrellas for me, what would the viewers who support him think about seeing this scene?"

Yang Zhixin admiredly praised, "How can they still support Bai Liu, naturally they are here to support you, Brother Kong."

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