After Mu Sicheng was incompetent and furious, he melancholy compromised with Bai Liu's evil taste.

What can be done if Bai Liu doesn't tell him, he doesn't even know that he has been played, so be it.

Mu Sicheng dragged Bai Liu to follow closely behind the Paper Taoist. Not far from them, seven women holding umbrellas and seven zombies walked side by side, moving in front of them step by step.

Although there is a paper man, this strange scene still makes Mu Sicheng's scalp numb, for fear that these people in front will suddenly turn around.

Halfway across the bridge, Mu Sicheng didn't want to watch the horrible scene in front of him again. He took two deep breaths and turned to look at Bai Liu next to him.

Bai Liu kept his breath without vomiting, and walked forward without squinting. Mu Sicheng breathed a sigh of relief when he saw that Bai Liu was so calm.

Mu Sicheng was about to regain his gaze, and suddenly found that a pale dripping hand was slowly stretched out from the water on the bridge behind them, and he was climbing up on the bridge.

This hand brought the body up in a short while. The woman in white was crawling on the ground, dripping with her hair, her shoulders twisted up and down, her posture was very unnatural, as if the bones were spinning in her shoulder joints, she just supported her. The whole body was raised.

The woman stood up slowly, holding the umbrella forward, covering the upper half of her face.

She moved forward in small steps with upturned toes. She moved extremely fast. In the blink of an eye, she was close to the backs of Bai Liu and Mu Sicheng. A chill that made her spine stiff came out of this woman, which made her almost impossible. move.

The woman took two steps forward, and she touched Bai Liu's shoulder.

When Mu Sicheng saw the woman putting on the white willow, a weird smile appeared on the bottom half of her face. The woman's slightly opened mouth was full of black mud, sand, water and grass, which turned into sewage and overflowed from her lips.

Mu Sicheng squeezed Bai Liu's wrist with shock. He felt a sense of danger from the woman behind him, making him dare not even speak.

Bai Liu stopped and didn't move forward anymore. The woman pressed against Bai Liu's shoulder and neck, leaning forward, lowering her head, and stopped moving.

Drops of water dripped from the woman's wet hair, followed by the end of the hair and fell on Bai Liu's neck. The coolness spreading from her became heavier and heavier, causing Bai Liu's breath to bring a cold white air.

Mu Sicheng paused stiffly. He watched the paper Taoist man in front of him ring the bell and walked farther and farther, but he did not dare to move at all.

His sixth sense told him that if he ran off the bridge with Bai Liu frantically now, Bai Liu would definitely be caught and drowned by the martyred bridge ghost.

Obviously there are only seven bridge martyred ghosts, as long as they follow the paper Taoist, seven zombies can just let them cross the bridge, and Mu Sicheng himself has indeed crossed the bridge safely by this rule.

Why did Bai Liu cross the bridge temporarily, and a bridge-martyr ghost came out temporarily from under the bridge?

Mu Sicheng quietly rolled his eyes, and he carefully scanned the woman next to Bai Liu with his left light. Just as Mu Sicheng moved his gaze to look over, the woman who was resting on Bai Liu's shoulder also slowly and softly lifted herself up. The umbrella, tipped in the direction of Bai Liu.

The lower half of the woman’s face is well-shaped, her complexion is pale, her mouth is smiling, her mouth and nose are always filled with black mud, and the nails between her hands holding an umbrella are full of mud and sand. Before he died, struggling at the bottom of the river, scratching and swallowing what was left.

And the upper half of the face that is showing

Mu Sicheng gasped at the sight.

The woman did not have the upper half of her face. Her head was squashed and crumbled. There was only half of her head left. Only a cross-section could be seen above the bridge of the nose. Bai Sensen’s sieve-shaped bones were filled with mud and sand. Silt leaked from her mouth and nose like a funnel, dyeing Bai Liu's white shirt black.

Bai Liu came into contact with the half-headed martyred bridge ghost at close range, still unmoved, calmly carrying the woman leaning on his shoulders, and started walking towards the bridge.

Mu Sicheng watched Bai Liu move towards the bridge head in amazement. He was anxious and collapsed. Mu Sicheng was afraid to make a sound to alarm the martyred bridge ghosts and zombies in front and behind, and kept gesturing and lip-synching to Bai Liu.

"You will be dragged off the bridge when you reach the end of the bridge." Mu Sicheng was too anxious. He couldn't help but shiver when he saw the shape of the female ghost's upper half of her face. "Be dragged down by the martyred bridge ghost, you Hit her head on the bridge pier and you will die like her."

Mu Sicheng himself is not a living person, without a body, even if he is dragged off the bridge, it will be fine, but Bai Liu is really dead if he is dragged down by a living body.

Seeing Mu Sicheng bit his teeth and stretched out his hand to reach the woman next to him, Bai Liu quickly grasped Mu Sicheng's wrist, then raised the umbrella the woman was holding him, and his eyes motioned to Mu Sicheng to look inside the umbrella.

A brand new yellow talisman was stuck on the inside of the umbrella, and the talisman was written on it.

Mu Sicheng was shocked, "Who posted this?"

The other end.

"Brother Kong, you are really thorough in your work." Yang Zhi pushed the flashlight on his head, and exclaimed, "Actually, I think, Bai Liu and Na Mu Sicheng, once they enter this tomb, it doesn't matter how likely they will be. Die, you even drew such old charms, and dug holes for them at every key node in this tomb."

Kong Xuyang glanced at Yang Zhi, "What do you know, winning without a fight has no effect on the program. If they die in the tomb organ, would I win them?"

"That's because the game killed them by itself. It has nothing to do with me. Then how can I absorb Bai Liu's popularity and make those who support him switch to me"

"Bai Liu must die." Kong Xuyang looked gloomy, "I must also die in my hands. This game can make me rush into the top 100 in popularity and get the death-free gold medal."

"Don't Hit Russell Cemetery Then"

Mentioning this name, Kong Xuyang's face twitched twice, and his expression became darker. "This guild is very evil, and you can find players who can restrain our two skills. Don't die, it's hard to beat the gold medal."

Yang Zhi chuckled twice. "So it's Confucius that you think about things thoroughly. If you want me, I can't think of putting a charm on one of the martyred bridge ghosts when crossing the ghost bridge, so that she can't walk down the bridge with us. , Has been stuck on the bridge."

"You are blocking Bai Liu's only way out."

Kong Xuyang glanced at Yang Zhi slightly proudly

"In addition to sticking fake characters like us, there is another way to cross the bridge, which is to follow the paper man, and that thing will drive the seven zombie husbands of the bridge ghost to cross the bridge. There are seven in this tomb, and the death on the bridge. There are at most seven bridge ghosts. After these seven bridge ghosts find their husbands, they won't follow with them, and people can cross the bridge safely."

"So when I was crossing the bridge, I trapped a bridge ghost under the bridge with a talisman, that is, the eighth bridge ghost."

"The eighth bridge martyr will find her husband on the seven bridge martyr ghosts on the bridge, and climb up the bridge when preparing to get off the bridge, so that no matter what Bai Liu uses, he will definitely encounter this I specially prepared for him. Bridge ghost."

Kong Xuyangzhi smiled triumphantly, with a vicious expression, "Bai Liu will definitely be dragged off the bridge by this woman, hitting only half of his head."

Bai Liu didn't walk fast or slow, and the woman on his right who was holding the umbrella for him didn't follow either fast or slow.

It's just that the closer the bridge is, the expression on the lower half of the woman's face has changed from her lips with a smile at the beginning, to her lips being silent at the back, and now the corners of her mouth are obviously lowered. With the white willow.

She seemed to realize that Bai Liu was not her husband, and her expression became more and more spiteful and gloomy.

From the very beginning, the umbrella that was propped up was just caged with Bai Liu's head, and then it slowly sank later, as if he wanted to cage Bai Liu into the umbrella.

After almost all the white willows were caged in the umbrella, dense blood-colored spots were smudged on the surface of the umbrella, like blood stains splashed on the surface of the umbrella after someone jumped off the bridge with an umbrella.

The strong smell of corpse, the smell of water, and the smell of blood emanated.

Bai Liu slightly poked his head out of the umbrella to look at Xiang Mu Sicheng, lip-synching and waiting to listen to my arrangements.

Before he could finish his sentence, the woman's face appeared from behind Bai Liu. Her lips pressed against Bai Liu's ear and opened and closed quickly, as if she was talking, but she could only make a rattling joint turning sound. .

The faster and faster she spoke, the faster and faster she spoke. The rattling joints turned together, making people feel goosebumps. Even if she only had half of her face, she could see how resentful this woman's expression was. Hate.

Sewage, mud, and blood flowed out of her mouth.

Bai Liu stretched his head back into the umbrella, and the joint turned and clicked to a halt.

Then Mu Sicheng, across the umbrella, saw the shadow of the woman's half head gently pressed against Bai Liu's ear, and her jaw slowly widened to an unbelievable angle. The next second, a clattering sound rang frantically.

Mu Sicheng saw a ghost in a cold sweat.

I have been followed by the ghost of Martyr Bridge, Bai Liu is a mortal, how can I solve it?

The paper Taoist drove the zombies and the martyred bridge ghosts off the ghost bridge one by one, and Mu Sicheng found that the bridge head was already in front of them.

The shadow of the woman projected on the umbrella surface was only half a head at first. As he approached the bridge, Mu Sicheng watched the shadow on the umbrella surface move and grow with horror.

The blood stains on the umbrella surface continued to fade, leaving the umbrella surface to fly to the shadow, and the head absorbed the blood stains, actually squirming, and the upper half of the face grew.

Mu Sicheng saw that he was about to undergo a cardiopulmonary arrest. Of course, if he were from Bai Liu's perspective, he might have already suffered a cardiopulmonary arrest.

What's on the umbrella surface is not blood at all, but pieces of meat, broken bones, and brains. It is the upper half of the woman's face that splashed on the umbrella when she jumped off the bridge.

These things were stuck inside the umbrella, and as they gradually approached the bridge, they flew from the umbrella to the woman's face as if the scene was upside down, twisting and blending, shaping her upper half face.

The bridge ghost repeats a cycle before death on the bridge.

From under the bridge to the bridge is the process after death, so they look like after death, and the moment they walk from the bridge to the bridge head and jump under the bridge is the process before their death, and in this process , They will become the same as before.

The woman in front of her finally returned to the way she was before her death.

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