Chapter 349
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After being incompetent and furious for a while, Mu Sicheng melancholy compromised with Bai Liu's bad taste.
What can I do? If Bai Liu didn't tell him, he wouldn't even know that he was being played, so let it be.
Mu Sicheng dragged Bai Liu and followed closely behind Paper Taoist Man. Not far in front of them were seven women holding umbrellas and seven zombies walking side by side, moving step by step in front of them.
Although there is a paper man separated, this weird scene still makes Mu Sicheng's scalp tingle, for fear that some of the people behind him will suddenly turn around.
In the middle of crossing the bridge, Mu Sicheng didn't want to see the horrible scene again, he took a deep breath, and turned to look at Bai Liu beside him.
Bai Liu held his breath and walked towards him without squinting, his face was indifferent. Seeing Bai Liu's calmness, Mu Sicheng heaved a sigh of relief.
Just as Mu Sicheng was about to look away, he suddenly found a pale, dripping cock slowly protruding from the water on the bridge behind them, propped up on the bridge and climbing up.
This hand brought her body up in a short while, and the woman in white was prostrate on the ground, her hair was dripping wet, her shoulders twisted unevenly from side to side, and her posture was very unnatural, as if bones were spinning in the shoulder joints Hardly propped up the whole body.
The woman stood up slowly, holding her umbrella forward, covering the upper half of her face.
She walked in small steps with her toes up, moving very fast, and she was close to the backs of Bai Liu and Mu Sicheng in the blink of an eye. Can't move.
The woman took two steps forward, and she touched Bai Liu's shoulder.
Mu Sicheng saw the moment when the woman was pasting the white willow, a strange expression appeared on the lower half of her face, and the woman's slightly opened mouth was full of black silt and water plants, turning into sewage and overflowing from her lips.
Mu Sicheng was so startled that he pinched Bai Liu's wrist. He felt a sense of oppressive danger from the woman behind him, so he didn't even dare to speak.
Bai Liu stopped in his tracks and stopped walking any further. The woman stuck to Bai Liu's shoulders and neck, her body leaned back, her head was lowered, and she did not move.
Water dripped from the woman's wet hair, and fell to Bai Liu's neck along the ends of her hair. The coolness spreading from her body became heavier and heavier, causing Bai Liu's breath to bring out a cold white air.
Mu Sicheng froze on the spot. He watched the Paper Taoist man behind him rang the bell and went further and further away, but he didn't dare to move.
His sixth sense told him that if he ran off the bridge madly with Bai Liu now, Bai Liu would be caught and drowned by the bridge ghost.
Obviously there are only seven ghosts who died on the bridge, as long as they follow the paper Taoist, the seven zombies can just let them cross the bridge, and Mu Sicheng himself did cross the bridge once without incident by relying on this rule.
Why is it that when it was Bai Liu's turn to cross the bridge, a bridge ghost crawled out temporarily from under the bridge? !
Mu Sicheng rolled his eyes quietly, and carefully glanced at the woman next to Bai Liu with his peripheral vision. Just as Mu Sicheng moved his eyes to look over, the woman who was leaning on Bai Liu's shoulder also lifted herself up slowly and softly. The umbrella fell to the direction of Bai Liu and propped it up.
The lower half of the woman's face is well-shaped, her complexion is blue and white, and there is a smile on the corner of her mouth. There is always black sand gushing out of her mouth and nose, and the sand is also full of sand under the fingernails of her legs holding the umbrella. You can tell it at a glance It is left by struggling, scratching and swallowing at the bottom of the river after drowning.
And the upper half of the face that is being revealed...
Mu Sicheng gasped when he saw it.
The woman didn't have the upper half of her face. Her head was knocked inward and crooked. There was not much left. Only half of the whole head was left. Above the bridge of the nose, only a cross-section could be seen. The white sieve-shaped bones were filled with sand. The silt leaked out from her mouth and nasal cavity like a funnel, staining Bai Liu's white shirt black.
Bai Liu came into close contact with the half-headed bridge ghost, and remained unmoved. He looked calmly at the woman leaning on his shoulder, and began to walk towards the bridge.
Mu Sicheng watched Bai Liu move towards the bridge in astonishment, he was anxious and collapsed, Mu Sicheng was afraid of making noises that would disturb the dead bridge ghosts and zombies in front and behind, so he kept gesticulating and mouthing at Bai Liu .
"You will be dragged off the bridge when you reach the bridge!" Mu Sicheng was so anxious that he couldn't help shivering when he saw the shape of the upper half of the ghost's face. Hit your head on a bridge pier and you'll die like her!"
Mu Sicheng himself is not a living person, without a body, even if he is dragged off the bridge, he is fine, but Bai Liu has a living body! If you drag it down and die, you are really dead!
Seeing that Mu Sicheng gritted his teeth and reached out to reach the woman next to him, Bai Liu quickly grasped Mu Sicheng's wrist, then lifted the umbrella that the woman held for him, and signaled Mu Sicheng to look at the umbrella with his eyes. internal.
On the inside of the umbrella was a brand-new yellow talisman with the inscription [Binding Talisman].
Mu Sicheng was startled: "Who posted this?"
the other end.
"Brother Kong, you are really considerate in doing things." Yang Zhi pushed the flashlight on his head and sighed, "Actually, I think, once Bai Liu and Mu Sicheng enter this tomb, don't worry about them. You will also die, you have drawn such old talismans, and dug a hole 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 show, if they die in the tomb mechanism, will I win them?"
"That's because the game itself killed them. It doesn't matter to me, so how can I attract the popularity of Bai Liu and make the audience who support him turn to me?"
"Bai Liu must die." Kong Xuyang's eyes were cold, "I must die on my shoulders, this competition will allow me to break into the Popularity 100 and get the gold medal for avoiding death."
"Otherwise we will fight Russell Cemetery later..."
At the mention of this name, Kong Xuyang's face twitched twice, and his complexion became even more serious: "This guild is very evil, maybe we can find a team member who can restrain our two skills, and it's hard to beat the gold medal."
Yang Zhi chuckled a few times: "It can be said that Brother Kong, you have considered everything thoroughly. If I were to ask for it, I would never have thought of posting a [Binding Talisman] on one of the bridge-sacrificing ghosts when crossing the ghost bridge, and let her Can't come off the bridge with us, stuck on the bridge all the time."
"You're blocking Bai Liu's only way out."
Kong Xuyang glanced at Yang Zhi proudly:
"Besides pasting [false amulets] like ours, there is another way to cross the bridge, which is to follow the Paper Daoist. That thing will drive the seven zombie husbands who died on the bridge to cross the bridge. Seven is the extreme number in this tomb. There are at most seven bridge ghosts on the bridge, and these seven bridge ghosts will not follow after they find their husbands, and people can cross the bridge safely."
"So when I was crossing the bridge, I used [Binding Talisman] to trap a bridge ghost under the bridge, which is the eighth bridge ghost."
"The eighth bridge ghost will find her husband from the seven bridge ghosts on the bridge, and climb up the bridge when he is about to get off the bridge, so that no matter what method Bai Liu uses, he will definitely meet this one I specially prepared for him. The bridge ghost."
Kong Xuyang nodded triumphantly, with vicious looks: "Bai Liu will definitely be dragged off the bridge by this woman, and only half of his head will be left after being hit."
Bai Liu walked neither fast nor slow, and the woman on his right who was holding the umbrella for him followed neither too fast nor slow.
It's just that the closer you get to the bridge, the expression on the lower half of the woman's face changed from curling her lips in joy at the beginning, to pursing her lips in silence, and now the corners of her mouth are obviously downturned. The woman turned half her head to get closer, straight "Looking" at Bai Liu.
She seemed to realize that Bai Liu was not her husband, and her expression became more and more vicious.
The umbrella that was held up also only covered Bai Liu's head at the beginning, and then slowly sank, as if to enclose Bai Liu's whole body in the umbrella.
After almost all the white willows were caged into the umbrella, the surface of the umbrella was smudged with dense blood-colored spots, just like the blood stains splashed on the surface of the umbrella after someone jumped from the bridge with an umbrella.
The strong smell of corpses, water, and blood radiated.
Bai Liu poked his head out slightly from the umbrella to look at Mu Sicheng, and mouthed: "Listen to my arrangements later."
Before he could finish his sentence, the woman's face emerged from behind Bai Liu, her lips pressed against Bai Liu's ear and opened and closed quickly, as if she was talking, but there was only a clicking sound of joints turning .
She spoke faster and faster, faster and faster, and the sound of joints turning together made people's skin crawl. Even with only half of her face, one can see how resentful this woman's expression is. hate.
Sewage, sand, and blood flowed from her mouth.
Bai Liu put his head back into the umbrella, and the joints stopped turning with a click.
Then, through the umbrella, Mu Sicheng saw the shadow of the woman's half head gently attached to Bai Liu's ear, her jaw slowly opened to an unimaginable angle, and in the next second, there was a crazily clicking sound. sounded.
Mu Sicheng, a ghost, broke out in a cold sweat watching it.
He has already been followed by the bridge ghost, and Bai Liu is a mortal, what can he do to solve it!
Paper Taoist drove the zombies off the ghost bridge one by one, and Mu Sicheng found that the head of the bridge was close in front of their eyes!
At first, the shadow cast by the woman on the umbrella was only half a head. As it approached the bridge, Mu Sicheng watched with horror as the shadow on the umbrella moved and grew.
The blood on the umbrella surface continued to fade away, leaving the umbrella and flying onto the shadow, and the head absorbed the blood, squirmed, and grew the upper half of its face!
Mu Sicheng was about to go into cardiopulmonary arrest. Of course, if he was Bai Liu's perspective now, he might have gone into cardiopulmonary arrest.
What was on the umbrella was not blood at all, but pieces of meat, broken bones, brains, the upper half of the face that was splashed on the umbrella when the woman jumped from the bridge.
These things are attached to the umbrella, and as they gradually approach the bridge, they fly from the umbrella to the woman's face as if the scene is reversed, twisting and merging to shape the upper half of her face.
The bridge ghost repeats a cycle of death on the bridge.
From the bottom of the bridge to the bridge is the process of death, so they are the appearance of death, and the moment from the bridge to the bridge, the moment when they are about to jump under the bridge, is the process of their birth. And in this process, they will revert to their grown-up appearance.
The woman in front of her eyes finally fully recovered to her full-grown appearance.
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After being incompetent and furious for a while, Mu Sicheng melancholy compromised with Bai Liu's bad taste.
What can I do? If Bai Liu didn't tell him, he wouldn't even know that he was being played, so let it be.
Mu Sicheng dragged Bai Liu and followed closely behind Paper Taoist Man. Not far in front of them were seven women holding umbrellas and seven zombies walking side by side, moving step by step in front of them.
Although there is a paper man separated, this weird scene still makes Mu Sicheng's scalp tingle, for fear that some of the people behind him will suddenly turn around.
In the middle of crossing the bridge, Mu Sicheng didn't want to see the horrible scene again, he took a deep breath, and turned to look at Bai Liu beside him.
Bai Liu held his breath and walked towards him without squinting, his face was indifferent. Seeing Bai Liu's calmness, Mu Sicheng heaved a sigh of relief.
Just as Mu Sicheng was about to look away, he suddenly found a pale, dripping cock slowly protruding from the water on the bridge behind them, propped up on the bridge and climbing up.
This hand brought her body up in a short while, and the woman in white was prostrate on the ground, her hair was dripping wet, her shoulders twisted unevenly from side to side, and her posture was very unnatural, as if bones were spinning in the shoulder joints Hardly propped up the whole body.
The woman stood up slowly, holding her umbrella forward, covering the upper half of her face.
She walked in small steps with her toes up, moving very fast, and she was close to the backs of Bai Liu and Mu Sicheng in the blink of an eye. Can't move.
The woman took two steps forward, and she touched Bai Liu's shoulder.
Mu Sicheng saw the moment when the woman was pasting the white willow, a strange expression appeared on the lower half of her face, and the woman's slightly opened mouth was full of black silt and water plants, turning into sewage and overflowing from her lips.
Mu Sicheng was so startled that he pinched Bai Liu's wrist. He felt a sense of oppressive danger from the woman behind him, so he didn't even dare to speak.
Bai Liu stopped in his tracks and stopped walking any further. The woman stuck to Bai Liu's shoulders and neck, her body leaned back, her head was lowered, and she did not move.
Water dripped from the woman's wet hair, and fell to Bai Liu's neck along the ends of her hair. The coolness spreading from her body became heavier and heavier, causing Bai Liu's breath to bring out a cold white air.
Mu Sicheng froze on the spot. He watched the Paper Taoist man behind him rang the bell and went further and further away, but he didn't dare to move.
His sixth sense told him that if he ran off the bridge madly with Bai Liu now, Bai Liu would be caught and drowned by the bridge ghost.
Obviously there are only seven ghosts who died on the bridge, as long as they follow the paper Taoist, the seven zombies can just let them cross the bridge, and Mu Sicheng himself did cross the bridge once without incident by relying on this rule.
Why is it that when it was Bai Liu's turn to cross the bridge, a bridge ghost crawled out temporarily from under the bridge? !
Mu Sicheng rolled his eyes quietly, and carefully glanced at the woman next to Bai Liu with his peripheral vision. Just as Mu Sicheng moved his eyes to look over, the woman who was leaning on Bai Liu's shoulder also lifted herself up slowly and softly. The umbrella fell to the direction of Bai Liu and propped it up.
The lower half of the woman's face is well-shaped, her complexion is blue and white, and there is a smile on the corner of her mouth. There is always black sand gushing out of her mouth and nose, and the sand is also full of sand under the fingernails of her legs holding the umbrella. You can tell it at a glance It is left by struggling, scratching and swallowing at the bottom of the river after drowning.
And the upper half of the face that is being revealed...
Mu Sicheng gasped when he saw it.
The woman didn't have the upper half of her face. Her head was knocked inward and crooked. There was not much left. Only half of the whole head was left. Above the bridge of the nose, only a cross-section could be seen. The white sieve-shaped bones were filled with sand. The silt leaked out from her mouth and nasal cavity like a funnel, staining Bai Liu's white shirt black.
Bai Liu came into close contact with the half-headed bridge ghost, and remained unmoved. He looked calmly at the woman leaning on his shoulder, and began to walk towards the bridge.
Mu Sicheng watched Bai Liu move towards the bridge in astonishment, he was anxious and collapsed, Mu Sicheng was afraid of making noises that would disturb the dead bridge ghosts and zombies in front and behind, so he kept gesticulating and mouthing at Bai Liu .
"You will be dragged off the bridge when you reach the bridge!" Mu Sicheng was so anxious that he couldn't help shivering when he saw the shape of the upper half of the ghost's face. Hit your head on a bridge pier and you'll die like her!"
Mu Sicheng himself is not a living person, without a body, even if he is dragged off the bridge, he is fine, but Bai Liu has a living body! If you drag it down and die, you are really dead!
Seeing that Mu Sicheng gritted his teeth and reached out to reach the woman next to him, Bai Liu quickly grasped Mu Sicheng's wrist, then lifted the umbrella that the woman held for him, and signaled Mu Sicheng to look at the umbrella with his eyes. internal.
On the inside of the umbrella was a brand-new yellow talisman with the inscription [Binding Talisman].
Mu Sicheng was startled: "Who posted this?"
the other end.
"Brother Kong, you are really considerate in doing things." Yang Zhi pushed the flashlight on his head and sighed, "Actually, I think, once Bai Liu and Mu Sicheng enter this tomb, don't worry about them. You will also die, you have drawn such old talismans, and dug a hole 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 show, if they die in the tomb mechanism, will I win them?"
"That's because the game itself killed them. It doesn't matter to me, so how can I attract the popularity of Bai Liu and make the audience who support him turn to me?"
"Bai Liu must die." Kong Xuyang's eyes were cold, "I must die on my shoulders, this competition will allow me to break into the Popularity 100 and get the gold medal for avoiding death."
"Otherwise we will fight Russell Cemetery later..."
At the mention of this name, Kong Xuyang's face twitched twice, and his complexion became even more serious: "This guild is very evil, maybe we can find a team member who can restrain our two skills, and it's hard to beat the gold medal."
Yang Zhi chuckled a few times: "It can be said that Brother Kong, you have considered everything thoroughly. If I were to ask for it, I would never have thought of posting a [Binding Talisman] on one of the bridge-sacrificing ghosts when crossing the ghost bridge, and let her Can't come off the bridge with us, stuck on the bridge all the time."
"You're blocking Bai Liu's only way out."
Kong Xuyang glanced at Yang Zhi proudly:
"Besides pasting [false amulets] like ours, there is another way to cross the bridge, which is to follow the Paper Daoist. That thing will drive the seven zombie husbands who died on the bridge to cross the bridge. Seven is the extreme number in this tomb. There are at most seven bridge ghosts on the bridge, and these seven bridge ghosts will not follow after they find their husbands, and people can cross the bridge safely."
"So when I was crossing the bridge, I used [Binding Talisman] to trap a bridge ghost under the bridge, which is the eighth bridge ghost."
"The eighth bridge ghost will find her husband from the seven bridge ghosts on the bridge, and climb up the bridge when he is about to get off the bridge, so that no matter what method Bai Liu uses, he will definitely meet this one I specially prepared for him. The bridge ghost."
Kong Xuyang nodded triumphantly, with vicious looks: "Bai Liu will definitely be dragged off the bridge by this woman, and only half of his head will be left after being hit."
Bai Liu walked neither fast nor slow, and the woman on his right who was holding the umbrella for him followed neither too fast nor slow.
It's just that the closer you get to the bridge, the expression on the lower half of the woman's face changed from curling her lips in joy at the beginning, to pursing her lips in silence, and now the corners of her mouth are obviously downturned. The woman turned half her head to get closer, straight "Looking" at Bai Liu.
She seemed to realize that Bai Liu was not her husband, and her expression became more and more vicious.
The umbrella that was held up also only covered Bai Liu's head at the beginning, and then slowly sank, as if to enclose Bai Liu's whole body in the umbrella.
After almost all the white willows were caged into the umbrella, the surface of the umbrella was smudged with dense blood-colored spots, just like the blood stains splashed on the surface of the umbrella after someone jumped from the bridge with an umbrella.
The strong smell of corpses, water, and blood radiated.
Bai Liu poked his head out slightly from the umbrella to look at Mu Sicheng, and mouthed: "Listen to my arrangements later."
Before he could finish his sentence, the woman's face emerged from behind Bai Liu, her lips pressed against Bai Liu's ear and opened and closed quickly, as if she was talking, but there was only a clicking sound of joints turning .
She spoke faster and faster, faster and faster, and the sound of joints turning together made people's skin crawl. Even with only half of her face, one can see how resentful this woman's expression is. hate.
Sewage, sand, and blood flowed from her mouth.
Bai Liu put his head back into the umbrella, and the joints stopped turning with a click.
Then, through the umbrella, Mu Sicheng saw the shadow of the woman's half head gently attached to Bai Liu's ear, her jaw slowly opened to an unimaginable angle, and in the next second, there was a crazily clicking sound. sounded.
Mu Sicheng, a ghost, broke out in a cold sweat watching it.
He has already been followed by the bridge ghost, and Bai Liu is a mortal, what can he do to solve it!
Paper Taoist drove the zombies off the ghost bridge one by one, and Mu Sicheng found that the head of the bridge was close in front of their eyes!
At first, the shadow cast by the woman on the umbrella was only half a head. As it approached the bridge, Mu Sicheng watched with horror as the shadow on the umbrella moved and grew.
The blood on the umbrella surface continued to fade away, leaving the umbrella and flying onto the shadow, and the head absorbed the blood, squirmed, and grew the upper half of its face!
Mu Sicheng was about to go into cardiopulmonary arrest. Of course, if he was Bai Liu's perspective now, he might have gone into cardiopulmonary arrest.
What was on the umbrella was not blood at all, but pieces of meat, broken bones, brains, the upper half of the face that was splashed on the umbrella when the woman jumped from the bridge.
These things are attached to the umbrella, and as they gradually approach the bridge, they fly from the umbrella to the woman's face as if the scene is reversed, twisting and merging to shape the upper half of her face.
The bridge ghost repeats a cycle of death on the bridge.
From the bottom of the bridge to the bridge is the process of death, so they are the appearance of death, and the moment from the bridge to the bridge, the moment when they are about to jump under the bridge, is the process of their birth. And in this process, they will revert to their grown-up appearance.
The woman in front of her eyes finally fully recovered to her full-grown appearance.
After being incompetent and furious for a while, Mu Sicheng melancholy compromised with Bai Liu's bad taste. What can I do? If Bai Liu didn't tell him, he wouldn't even know that he was being played, so let it be. Mu Sicheng dragged Bai Liu and followed closely behind Paper Taoist Man. Not far in front of them were seven women holding umbrellas and seven zombies walking side by side, moving step by step in front of them. Although there is a paper man separated, this weird scene still makes Mu Sicheng's scalp tingle, for fear that some of the people behind him will suddenly turn around. In the middle of crossing the bridge, Mu Sicheng didn't want to see the horrible scene again, he took a deep breath, and turned to look at Bai Liu beside him. Bai Liu held his breath and walked towards him without squinting, his face was indifferent. Seeing Bai Liu's calmness, Mu Sicheng heaved a sigh of relief. Just as Mu Sicheng was about to look away, he suddenly found a pale, dripping cock slowly protruding from the water on the bridge behind them, propped up on the bridge and climbing up. This hand brought her body up in a short while, and the woman in white was prostrate on the ground, her hair was dripping wet, her shoulders twisted unevenly from side to side, and her posture was very unnatural, as if bones were spinning in the shoulder joints Hardly propped up the whole body. The woman stood up slowly, holding her umbrella forward, covering the upper half of her face. She walked in small steps with her toes up, moving very fast, and she was close to the backs of Bai Liu and Mu Sicheng in the blink of an eye. Can't move. The woman took two steps forward, and she touched Bai Liu's shoulder. Mu Sicheng saw the moment when the woman was pasting the white willow, a strange expression appeared on the lower half of her face, and the woman's slightly opened mouth was full of black silt and water plants, turning into sewage and overflowing from her lips. Mu Sicheng was so startled that he pinched Bai Liu's wrist. He felt a sense of oppressive danger from the woman behind him, so he didn't even dare to speak. Bai Liu stopped in his tracks and stopped walking any further. The woman stuck to Bai Liu's shoulders and neck, her body leaned back, her head was lowered, and she did not move. Water dripped from the woman's wet hair, and fell to Bai Liu's neck along the ends of her hair. The coolness spreading from her body became heavier and heavier, causing Bai Liu's breath to bring out a cold white air. Mu Sicheng froze on the spot. He watched the Paper Taoist man behind him rang the bell and went further and further away, but he didn't dare to move. His sixth sense told him that if he ran off the bridge madly with Bai Liu now, Bai Liu would be caught and drowned by the bridge ghost. Obviously there are only seven ghosts who died on the bridge, as long as they follow the paper Taoist, the seven zombies can just let them cross the bridge, and Mu Sicheng himself did cross the bridge once without incident by relying on this rule. Why is it that when it was Bai Liu's turn to cross the bridge, a bridge ghost crawled out temporarily from under the bridge? ! Mu Sicheng rolled his eyes quietly, and carefully glanced at the woman next to Bai Liu with his peripheral vision. Just as Mu Sicheng moved his eyes to look over, the woman who was leaning on Bai Liu's shoulder also lifted herself up slowly and softly. The umbrella fell to the direction of Bai Liu and propped it up. The lower half of the woman's face is well-shaped, her complexion is blue and white, and there is a smile on the corner of her mouth. There is always black sand gushing out of her mouth and nose, and the sand is also full of sand under the fingernails of her legs holding the umbrella. You can tell it at a glance It is left by struggling, scratching and swallowing at the bottom of the river after drowning. And the upper half of the face that is being revealed... Mu Sicheng gasped when he saw it. The woman didn't have the upper half of her face. Her head was knocked inward and crooked. There was not much left. Only half of the whole head was left. Above the bridge of the nose, only a cross-section could be seen. The white sieve-shaped bones were filled with sand. The silt leaked out from her mouth and nasal cavity like a funnel, staining Bai Liu's white shirt black. Bai Liu came into close contact with the half-headed bridge ghost, and remained unmoved. He looked calmly at the woman leaning on his shoulder, and began to walk towards the bridge. Mu Sicheng watched Bai Liu move towards the bridge in astonishment, he was anxious and collapsed, Mu Sicheng was afraid of making noises that would disturb the dead bridge ghosts and zombies in front and behind, so he kept gesticulating and mouthing at Bai Liu . "You will be dragged off the bridge when you reach the bridge!" Mu Sicheng was so anxious that he couldn't help shivering when he saw the shape of the upper half of the ghost's face. Hit your head on a bridge pier and you'll die like her!" Mu Sicheng himself is not a living person, without a body, even if he is dragged off the bridge, he is fine, but Bai Liu has a living body! If you drag it down and die, you are really dead! Seeing that Mu Sicheng gritted his teeth and reached out to reach the woman next to him, Bai Liu quickly grasped Mu Sicheng's wrist, then lifted the umbrella that the woman held for him, and signaled Mu Sicheng to look at the umbrella with his eyes. internal. On the inside of the umbrella was a brand-new yellow talisman with the inscription Binding Talisman. Mu Sicheng was startled: "Who posted this?" the other end. "Brother Kong, you are really considerate in doing things." Yang Zhi pushed the flashlight on his head and sighed, "Actually, I think, once Bai Liu and Mu Sicheng enter this tomb, don't worry about them. You will also die, you have drawn such old talismans, and dug a hole 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 show, if they die in the tomb mechanism, will I win them?" "That's because the game itself killed them. It doesn't matter to me, so how can I attract the popularity of Bai Liu and make the audience who support him turn to me?" "Bai Liu must die." Kong Xuyang's eyes were cold, "I must die on my shoulders, this competition will allow me to break into the Popularity 100 and get the gold medal for avoiding death." "Otherwise we will fight Russell Cemetery later..." At the mention of this name, Kong Xuyang's face twitched twice, and his complexion became even more serious: "This guild is very evil, maybe we can find a team member who can restrain our two skills, and it's hard to beat the gold medal." Yang Zhi chuckled a few times: "It can be said that Brother Kong, you have considered everything thoroughly. If I were to ask for it, I would never have thought of posting a Binding Talisman on one of the bridge-sacrificing ghosts when crossing the ghost bridge, and let her Can't come off the bridge with us, stuck on the bridge all the time." "You're blocking Bai Liu's only way out." Kong Xuyang glanced at Yang Zhi proudly: "Besides pasting false amulets like ours, there is another way to cross the bridge, which is to follow the Paper Daoist. That thing will drive the seven zombie husbands who died on the bridge to cross the bridge. Seven is the extreme number in this tomb. There are at most seven bridge ghosts on the bridge, and these seven bridge ghosts will not follow after they find their husbands, and people can cross the bridge safely." "So when I was crossing the bridge, I used Binding Talisman to trap a bridge ghost under the bridge, which is the eighth bridge ghost." "The eighth bridge ghost will find her husband from the seven bridge ghosts on the bridge, and climb up the bridge when he is about to get off the bridge, so that no matter what method Bai Liu uses, he will definitely meet this one I specially prepared for him. The bridge ghost." Kong Xuyang nodded triumphantly, with vicious looks: "Bai Liu will definitely be dragged off the bridge by this woman, and only half of his head will be left after being hit." Bai Liu walked neither fast nor slow, and the woman on his right who was holding the umbrella for him followed neither too fast nor slow. It's just that the closer you get to the bridge, the expression on the lower half of the woman's face changed from curling her lips in joy at the beginning, to pursing her lips in silence, and now the corners of her mouth are obviously downturned. The woman turned half her head to get closer, straight "Looking" at Bai Liu. She seemed to realize that Bai Liu was not her husband, and her expression became more and more vicious. The umbrella that was held up also only covered Bai Liu's head at the beginning, and then slowly sank, as if to enclose Bai Liu's whole body in the umbrella. After almost all the white willows were caged into the umbrella, the surface of the umbrella was smudged with dense blood-colored spots, just like the blood stains splashed on the surface of the umbrella after someone jumped from the bridge with an umbrella. The strong smell of corpses, water, and blood radiated. Bai Liu poked his head out slightly from the umbrella to look at Mu Sicheng, and mouthed: "Listen to my arrangements later." Before he could finish his sentence, the woman's face emerged from behind Bai Liu, her lips pressed against Bai Liu's ear and opened and closed quickly, as if she was talking, but there was only a clicking sound of joints turning . She spoke faster and faster, faster and faster, and the sound of joints turning together made people's skin crawl. Even with only half of her face, one can see how resentful this woman's expression is. hate. Sewage, sand, and blood flowed from her mouth. Bai Liu put his head back into the umbrella, and the joints stopped turning with a click. Then, through the umbrella, Mu Sicheng saw the shadow of the woman's half head gently attached to Bai Liu's ear, her jaw slowly opened to an unimaginable angle, and in the next second, there was a crazily clicking sound. sounded. Mu Sicheng, a ghost, broke out in a cold sweat watching it. He has already been followed by the bridge ghost, and Bai Liu is a mortal, what can he do to solve it! Paper Taoist drove the zombies off the ghost bridge one by one, and Mu Sicheng found that the head of the bridge was close in front of their eyes! At first, the shadow cast by the woman on the umbrella was only half a head. As it approached the bridge, Mu Sicheng watched with horror as the shadow on the umbrella moved and grew. The blood on the umbrella surface continued to fade away, leaving the umbrella and flying onto the shadow, and the head absorbed the blood, squirmed, and grew the upper half of its face! Mu Sicheng was about to go into cardiopulmonary arrest. Of course, if he was Bai Liu's perspective now, he might have gone into cardiopulmonary arrest. What was on the umbrella was not blood at all, but pieces of meat, broken bones, brains, the upper half of the face that was splashed on the umbrella when the woman jumped from the bridge. These things are attached to the umbrella, and as they gradually approach the bridge, they fly from the umbrella to the woman's face as if the scene is reversed, twisting and merging to shape the upper half of her face. The bridge ghost repeats a cycle of death on the bridge. From the bottom of the bridge to the bridge is the process of death, so they are the appearance of death, and the moment from the bridge to the bridge, the moment when they are about to jump under the bridge, is the process of their birth. And in this process, they will revert to their grown-up appearance. The woman in front of her eyes finally fully recovered to her full-grown appearance.
