Big Bang Earth [Unlimited]

"It's reciting poetry."

After listening carefully to the sound under the bed, Ji Muxia discovered what it was.

In the middle of the night, it turned out to be ghosts reading poems under the bed.

Although it is a bit scary to have a ghost under the bed, such a literary ghost is really scary.

"The spirit is commendable."

Seemingly hearing the discussion between the two, the voice of reciting poems stopped and was replaced by another voice that made people's teeth sore.

The bed creaked, as if fingernails were scratching the board, which made people's teeth ache.

A picture suddenly appeared in Ji Mucha's mind:

The person who was buried alive in the ground suddenly woke up and wanted to escape but found that the coffin was nailed to death. He was constantly grabbing the coffin board with his hands, trying to escape.

He could even smell the blood on the coffin board after scratching his fingers.

No, not an illusion.

It does smell bloody.

Xie Bingyan suddenly hugged Ji Muxia and rolled down the bed. The moment they fell to the ground, a hand pierced through the bed board.

The position of that hand was clearly facing Ji Muxia's heart.

The hand was pale and stained with blackened blood.

And the two fell to the ground, Ji Muxia was pressed to the ground by Xie Bingyan, face up, just facing the direction of the bed.

When Ji Muxia turned her head, she saw the owner of that hand under the bed.

A face that was bloody and bloody, the facial features had been smashed to the point where the original shape could not be seen, the eyeballs were squeezed together, the nose was sunken inward, and the whole head became a broken sandbag with the center sunken inward.

"Good evening, see you again."

Ji Muxia has already recognized that this is Chao Daicheng who died in the grass mill during the day.

He waved his hand calmly to greet him.

On the table next to the bed, when the two of them rolled off the bed, a candle ignited silently.

Outside, the sound of wooden fish in the distance approached again and became more and more clear.

Chao Daicheng, who was under the bed, pulled out his hand, and crawled out with a strange red light in his eyes.

The joints of his limbs were twisted in an unscientific state, and the joints of his arms and legs were reversely folded and stepped on the ground, like a giant spider.

The two got up neatly at the same time, and Ji Mucha kicked hard, breaking a leg outside the bed.

With a "creak", the already old and damp bedpost broke fragilely, collapsed on one side, and fell on Chao Daicheng's body, crushing the poor big spider into a spider cake.

Ji Muxia didn't stop moving, and kicked again, breaking the leg of the other side of the bed, so that half of the solid wooden bed firmly pressed Chao Daicheng.

While moving here, the white lantern outside the window has already arrived, like a bright moon falling on the paper window, quietly opening a gap.

Suddenly there was a biting cold blowing from the outside in the room, and a moment of coldness came from behind.

This is not the cold of standing in the snow in the twelfth lunar month, but the eerie feeling of encountering ghosts hitting the wall in the cemetery in the middle of the night.

With a scalpel, Xie Bingyan flew out of the window that had just been opened, piercing through the white lantern floating in the window with a sound.

The candle inside the white lantern saw the wind, the flame flickered and went out.

"Bang bang bang—"

The knocking sound of the wooden fish became hasty, as if conveying some emergency.

The flame of the candle on the table began to turn from white to red. Ji Muxia picked up the candle, looked at Chao Daicheng struggling out from under the bed, grabbed the candle and threw it on the bed.

The flames ignited the fabric on the bed, and a huge flame ignited.

Xie Bingyan had a tacit understanding, and instantly violently tore down the paper window and threw it on the bed and burned it together. The two jumped out of the window.

Seeing the wooden fish floating outside the window, Xie Bingyan threw them into the room together, and then the two ran away.

"Bang bang bang—"

The sound of the wooden fish being thrown on the fire scene became more and more intense, and the arsonist had already fled.

"Where are we going?" Xie Bingyan was a little clueless. After escaping first, he saw that the stationary white lanterns in the whole house seemed to be summoned, and they all floated up automatically, and they were neatly floating towards their "chrysanthemum room" that was on fire. past.

Xie Bingyan took Ji Muxia to hide in the corridor of the courtyard, hiding in the darkness where the lanterns couldn't shine, quietly watching the scene outside.

Those white lanterns, in a trance, seemed to be held by invisible people, and ran in a hurry.

They looked like human heads, pale and swollen, expressionless.

"We always thought that there were no NPCs in this game. Now it seems that maybe there are no NPCs, but we can't see all the NPCs."

Ji Muxia looked at the white lanterns running in the wind all over the yard, and said so.

"The most dangerous place is the safest place. Let's go to their ancestral halls."

"This way."

Based on his familiarity with the building structure and his careful observation during the day, Ji Muxia familiarly led Xie Bingyan towards the direction of the ancestral hall of the house.

"There is light in the ancestral hall."

"Will someone..." Xie Bingyan actually wanted to ask if there was a ghost.

This place obviously has ghosts, the ancestral hall, a place where family tablets are enshrined, is more like the headquarters of ghosts.

"Maybe during the day, but not necessarily at night." Ji Muxia turned her head and winked at him playfully, "Don't forget the fire in our room."

Players set fire, run away after setting the fire, and leave when the game is over. For them, destroying scene items is nothing, and life is the most important thing.

But for NPCs, especially the NPCs who all died here similar to the earth-bound spirits, every house here is their final resting place, where all their feelings are entrusted, how can they be willing to let the fire burn them?

Just look at those white lanterns rushing to put out the fire.

Ji Muxia even boldly guessed that all the ghosts here still maintain the order before they were alive, just like the paper ghost who kept the morality before life.

Even though she was very angry at Ji Mucha's threatening behavior, she didn't take advantage of him when he was courteous, because it was indecent for a literati.

In the evening, Chao Daicheng turned into a ghost and came to look for Ji Muxia, he was not surprised at all.

The so-called gentleman bullies him with the right way, because of this, Ji Mucha knows how to deal with it.

"Let's go."

There are lights in the ancestral hall, shadows and shadows flickering dimly.

The two swaggered in directly from the main entrance of the ancestral hall.

Of course there was no one in the room, and as for ghosts, there seemed to be no one either.

Not surprisingly, there are rows of black tablets facing the gate.

Under the tablet is a long table covered with red cloth, and the long table is filled with round long-burning lamps.

The oil in each lamp was full, the wick was brand new, and the flame was swaying from side to side by the wind brought in by the door, but it just wouldn't go out.

"Strange, no one in this house is here, why is the ever-burning lamp still on?" Xie Bingyan wondered, "Who refills the lamp oil?"

Ji Muxia didn't speak, and saw the bamboo basket under the long table, as well as the incense and yellow paper in the bamboo basket.

Ji Muxia's hand paused in the air, did not touch the yellow paper, only took the incense.

He respectfully took out three sticks of incense and handed them to Xie Bingyan first, then took three sticks of incense himself, lit it with the candle of the ever-burning lamp, bowed three times, and then inserted the sticks of incense into the incense burner in front of the memorial tablet.

There are also three sticks of incense in the censer, which have just been lit and are burning quietly.

When Ji Muxia inserted her three incense sticks into the incense burner, she lightly touched the ash with her fingers, it was cold.

Xie Bingyan followed suit and bowed, inserting incense.

Now that he knows that ghosts are real, he will show his respect and courtesy.

Nine sticks of incense are lingering in the mist, and wisps of white cigarettes are burned in the room.

Dreamlike, a little unreal.

Xie Bingyan stared at the ever-burning lamp on the long table, his hands eager to move.

"You said, does the eternal light represent the time? It represents the time of the ghosts here?"

If so, stop the time by turning off the ever-burning lights, and they'll be able to play through the game in no time.

"No." Ji Muxia was looking at the memorial tablet half-hidden by the incense mist, carefully looking at the names on it.

"The time to clear this round may be related to paper. There are papers everywhere, paper..."

"Who!"

Xie Bingyan suddenly turned his head, and slammed the scalpel sharply at the door, hitting the wooden door frame with a "bang!"

No one appeared in the dark, and there was no sound of footsteps. It was not known whether it was a person or a ghost who was peeping.

"It should be the player." Xie Bingyan frowned, ghosts don't need to hide, they couldn't see them.

"Let's get out of here first."

There were too many players this time, a total of 18 players. After one Kubota Youjiang and one Chao Daicheng died, there were still 16 players.

There are too many players, and some temperaments cannot be seen in the short term.

Ji Mucha didn't deny it, nodded and left together.

"Let's go to the hall."

"Isn't Kubota Yue..."

Xie Bingyan didn't understand, Kubota Youjiang died so miserable in the main room alone on the first night, why Ji Mucha went to the main room.

"It's alright, trust me."

Xie Bingyan didn't question anymore, the two on the left and right were together, if they wanted to die, they would die together, if they wanted to live, they would fight together.

But when he left the ancestral hall, Xie Bingyan looked around vigilantly, and found a series of footprints stained with mud at the door.

Look at the size, look at the distance, it is clearly a man, or a taller man.

Xie Bingyan's brows and eyes darkened, and he probably already guessed who it was.

He didn't say much, he just silently kept watch behind Ji Muxia, and followed him to the main room...

……

When the backs of the two were completely gone, a tall man with silver hair came out from the darkness.

Meng Boshu murmured: "Thanks to the fire you set, the fire was so big, it just gave me a chance."

"Eternal light, time?"

Meng Boshu walked in, walked to the long table, and looked down at the densely packed ever-burning lamps.

As a sinologist, he naturally understood the meaning of the ever-burning lantern.

"You're not sure, I'll take a gamble."

The left and right are also dead, and it is better to gamble here than to die miserably in the grass mill.

If he wins the bet and time stops, he can clear the level immediately.

Meng Boshu blew directly at an ever-burning lamp.

The flames shook, but did not go out.

Meng Boshu took a deep breath and blew harder.

The ever-burning light was still on, but Meng Boshu became excited.

The more unusual it is, the more likely it is time.

Meng Boshu directly picked up an ever-burning lamp and poured all the lamp oil on the ground.

Sure enough, the flame in the wick became weaker visible to the naked eye.

It will be extinguished only when the last bit of lamp oil remaining on the wick is burned out.

Meng Boshu looked at the hundreds of ever-burning lamps on the long table, then at the gloomy tablet above, and made a decision he thought was wise.

If you blow them all out, or do malicious damage, you may be caught by ghosts to vent your anger. If you accidentally cause the lamp oil to decrease, what about letting it go out naturally?

Coincidentally, Meng Boshu looked down and saw the yellow paper in the bamboo basket.

Meng Boshu knew that this kind of yellow paper was used for sacrifices rather than writing, so he tore the yellow paper in half with confidence, folded it again, and put some in each long-burning lamp.

The yellow paper will slowly absorb the lamp oil, and then the wick will touch the yellow paper, and a hot flame will explode for a moment.

When the yellow paper is burned out, the lamp oil is gone.

He artificially accelerated the burning speed of the eternal lamp.

When Meng Boshu filled all the long burning lights with yellow paper, the first ones had already burst into flames, leaving only black ashes.

At this time, the dark tablet shook.

Meng Boshu put down the last piece of paper, turned and ran.

By the time all the papers here are burned, he may have been able to return to reality smoothly.

Meng Boshu's plan was very good, as soon as he went out, he ran towards the main room, waiting for those ghosts to react, even if they come to chase and revenge, they can still drag Xie Bingyan and Ji Muxia together.

But he felt very strange, why he couldn't run when the main house was right in front of him.

Meng Bo's forehead was covered with sweat on his tired back. He couldn't help but reach out and wipe the sweat off his forehead, only to find that the forehead between his fingers felt sticky?

Meng Boshu looked down, under the pale light, his hands were blood red.

Thick blood was still dripping from top to bottom on his hands, as if it was raining.

Wait, where's the light from?

Meng Boshu suddenly felt cold all over.

He raised his head tremblingly, and saw a huge wick, just above his head, burning with pale flames...

After dawn, Ji Mucha yawned a long time and woke up from the chair.

After sleeping on the table all night, Ji Muxia was sore all over.

And Xie Bingyan next to him stayed on guard all night and didn't sleep.

"Let's go to the ancestral hall before the task is assigned." When Ji Muxia was speaking, he looked at the thread-bound book on the table.

It is quietly, without turning pages or flying, as if it is really just an ordinary book.

Ji Mucha took it as if it did not object to his free actions.

Although, he knew very well that because of the arson last night, the two of them must face even greater murderous threats today.

"Yeah." Xie Bingyan also had the same intention, "I can probably guess who it is."

"It should be Mombo Book."

When they arrived at the ancestral hall, the door was open, and the two of them saw the figure with their backs to themselves outside the door. That person had striking silver hair.

After entering the ancestral hall and seeing the details clearly, Ji Mucha took a deep breath.

He had only seen such a scene in a tomb.

Meng Boshu knelt in front of the tablet in the ancestral hall, with a wick on top of his head.

The wick penetrated into Meng Boshu's body, and his body was the lamp oil.

The Mengbo book was made into an ever-burning lamp.