Evil ghosts are difficult to deal with, but little ghosts are persistent.
The mysterious air mass that now entangled Sur taught everyone a vivid lesson.
"One hundred and eighty degrees?"
Sur imagined the scene and felt that there was something he couldn't understand. The difficulty of dealing with the little ghosts was that they were too weak, and even using the method of absorbing Yin Qi to identify them might miss them.
Under normal circumstances, once discovered, it is easy to deal with.
But Ji Heng attacked it several times in a row, but he only managed to break it up, and it recovered after a short while.
Considering that Ji Heng had been paying attention to the scenery along the way, Su Er suddenly had a guess in his mind and looked over with the purpose of confirming something.
Ji Heng nodded, expressing his agreement: "Your judgment should be correct."
Xia Zhi subconsciously followed up the conversation and asked, "What judgment?"
Soul: "Twist my neck 180 degrees."
On second thought, it is not cost-effective to risk one's life to prove a possibility. Now there is a method with basically zero risk.
Su Er looked at Xia Zhi and smiled slightly.
A malicious coldness extended infinitely upwards along the pores, and Xia Zhi couldn't help but want to retreat.
Since he could only face Ji Heng, Su Er took a small step forward and spoke directly: "Dancing."
"ha?"
Suer glanced in Wang Sansi's direction.
Ji Heng walked to Wang Sansi and whispered a few words.
When Xia Zhi was confused, he was suddenly held by the hand and started dancing.
Wang Sansi's dance steps were not elegant at all. To sum it up, he was half-forcing Xia Zhi to spin in circles.
After turning around a dozen times, Xia Zhi's temper exploded and he shook his hand away: "What are you doing!"
Wang Sansi touched his chin and began to comment: "Full of energy, no adverse reactions."
Xia Zhi said in a deep voice: "Speak human language, even if it is a foreign language."
From the very beginning, these people began to exclude her and do inexplicable things.
Soul finally spoke again, "Don't you find it strange that you can stand still?"
Xia Zhi: "Just turned a few circles..."
Halfway through her words, her pupils trembled. She touched the wound on her head in surprise, and then she realized something was wrong. She had just been beaten severely, and a mild concussion was inevitable. Spinning around ten times quickly, even five would be enough.
"Hallucination." Xia Zhi made an instant judgment.
Pulling players into illusions was nothing new in dungeons. The reason they hadn't noticed was because illusions usually invaded the most vulnerable parts of the human mind, and something this close to a dungeon was quite rare.
However, the illusion did not disappear after being exposed.
Ji Heng turned and looked in one direction: "Looks like we have to go back to the Administration Bureau."
It seems certain that is the source.
Sul's neck was still twisting along with Ji Heng's, and he wished he could sharpen his knife and chop off the little ghost who created the illusion on the spot.
His body carried out his master's ideas very well, and his pace was very fast. It took less than five minutes for him to enter the governance bureau again.
"You are here." The staff member, or to be more precise, the stamp ghost pretended to be calm.
Su Er looked at him steadily, remembering that not long ago, on the way from the love shop to the mediation office, a stamp was delivered to his door, but he followed Ji Heng's advice and did not pick it up.
"I followed you all the way and stuck to the doorknob," the stamp ghost explained. "When you opened the door, you just happened to bump into me."
"…"
What's the difference between this and hitting a porcelain dealer?
Su Er asked coldly: "Why are you targeting me?"
Just because he's unlucky?
"You're not unlucky," the stamp ghost said calmly, as if possessing the power to see through people's minds. "You were the one who triggered this illusion. The others were pulled in because they were too close. They're the ones who are unlucky."
Su Er sorted it out and found that the logic was sound.
"You have two choices: kill me and leave the illusion immediately, or stay here." The Stamp Ghost lowered his eyes: "In five hours, I will personally escort you out."
No one made a choice immediately, including Xia Zhi who wanted to leave the most.
Su Er pondered for two seconds and asked the question that everyone was most concerned about: "What are the benefits of staying?"
Stamp Ghost: "Everything here really happened. These are the clues you're usually looking for."
Most ghosts' promises are worthless. Suer pursed his lips and began to carefully consider whether the risk was worth taking.
Ji Heng suddenly said, "Let it follow us. If it doesn't obey, we'll kill it."
The stamp ghost actually nodded obediently: "Okay."
After reaching an agreement, Su Erqiu settled the score, stretched his neck, and raised the corners of his mouth but there was no trace of a smile: "You seem to like pranks very much."
Stamp Ghost: "My ability is to invade people's subconscious weaknesses. You are the carrier of this illusion. The reason you can't turn around is because of your own obsession."
He paused before concluding: "So you only look at him because you want to look at him."
"…"
Su Er said to Ji Heng expressionlessly, "Let's just kill it."
Wang Sansi only cared about the mission. Before Ji Heng could speak, he couldn't help but say, "The most urgent thing is to find clues. It's never too late to kill the ghost and silence him."
Su Er's eyes were frighteningly cold.
Wang Sansi insisted on his own opinion.
"Making a fuss about this won't do me any good." The stamp ghost was very calm, as if he hadn't heard the words "kill the ghost and silence him." "Memories will fade, but feelings won't change. Many subconscious words are synonymous with the past."
Suer pressed his eyebrows. When did ghosts develop the ability to lie?
The ghostly voice of the stamp ghost drifted over: "People destined to be together will eventually meet again under the arrangement of fate."
"You give me a very familiar feeling." When Su Er was about to give up, Ji Heng finally spoke, but he said it to the stamp ghost: "I have a friend who has the same expression when he writes scripts in the game."
When he mentioned "friend", he deliberately emphasized the word and glanced at Suer casually.
The stamp ghost's eyes were bewildered: "Script?"
Ji Heng didn't continue and steered the topic in another direction: "Take us to Xu's house."
With the stamp ghost leading the way, we saved a lot of time going around in circles.
Su Er looked at Ji Heng with a meaningful look, not understanding why he suddenly gave up pursuing the matter.
"Curious." Ji Heng understood his question and replied, "I want to see what happens when the magic brush Ma Liang meets the best screenwriter."
"…"
There are still stalls on the streets that have not been closed yet, but there are no more people selling vegetables. It can be seen that the free town has a fatal attraction to the people here.
The stamp ghost seemed harmless enough, so Xia Zhi bravely approached it and asked, "If I die in this fantasy world, will I die in reality?"
"No." The Stamp Ghost answered every question: "If you were so powerful, I would have set a trap to kill you long ago."
Excessive honesty leaves one speechless.
Xia Zhi was speechless: "If that's the case, why do you still force people into the illusion?"
"Time is real." Stamp Ghost: "If you exceed the seven-day mission limit, you will surely die."
Sur looked nonchalant, but listened attentively in private. This ghost was a little too honest. The more harmless something is, the scarier it is.
The Stamp Ghost turned around unexpectedly and met his eyes. "I promised my past self I would arrange a reunion."
"…"
Retribution is inevitable!
Suer sighed and nudged Ji Heng with his elbow. Are you really not going to stop this ghost from talking nonsense?
Ji Heng looked up at the sky, deep in thought: "So the theory of cause and effect really does exist."
In the last instance, this guy was so arrogant that he fabricated an altar and made up a story, fooling the players and the love killer. I didn't expect that he would get his revenge in the form of "sex" now.
They didn't believe what they should have believed, and they were just speculating about what they shouldn't have believed. Xia Zhi and Wang Sansi's expressions were very complicated at this moment, as if they really believed what the stamp ghost said.
Congratulations came from afar, interrupting this absurd exchange.
"Congratulations!"
"Xiaohe, tell me quickly, what is Freetown like?"
The young man surrounded by a group of people had long hair and his eyes were unusually clear.
"That's all nonsense." He scratched his head sheepishly. "I just didn't want to accept the job my parents arranged for me, so I ran away from home and tried my luck out there."
The group of people listened with doubt, but no matter how they asked, Xu He's answer remained unchanged. He really had never been to the Free Town.
It is hard to tell whether it is true or false, but one thing is certain: Xu He made a fortune.
This time he came back in a luxury car with a lot of goodies. He took out a lot of small gifts from the trunk and gave them to the children in the crowd.
Before the trunk was closed, a corner of the red silk covering at the bottom was lifted up by the wind. Sur had sharp eyes and saw several familiar incense burners.
He had just seen these incense burners from Sister Zhang in an adult products store not long ago. When Ji Heng pressed him, Sister Zhang confessed that she had spent a lot of money and used her connections in the Administration Bureau to buy them.
Xu He, Administration Bureau, Sister Zhang.
Su Er frowned slightly, feeling that what was going to happen between them would not be very pleasant.
"Xu He..." Wang Sansi repeated the name and shook his head: "He is not among the registered population."
Xia Zhi: "There are nearly a thousand households in this town. You can't possibly remember every one of them."
Wang Sansi was certain he remembered correctly: "When I entered the dungeon, the previous family mediator had just retired. When handing over the work, she specifically introduced several wealthy families in the town and told me not to offend them when handling disputes."
Among those who were specifically singled out, not a single one had the surname Xu.
"Not surprising," Soul licked his lips. "Since it happened in the past, it must have a tragic ending."
After a moment of silence, Xia Zhi's eyes showed pity: "What a pity for this young man."
From experience, Xu He will encounter something terrible next.
Soule expressed a different opinion: "He doesn't seem like a good guy."
Xia Zhi was surprised and asked quickly: "What did you find?"
Soul: "It's just a feeling. He smiled shyly."
Xia Zhi's mouth twitched. What kind of ridiculous excuse is this?
Seeing that no one believed him, Sur sighed and showed a very similar smile: he lowered his eyes slightly, curved the corners of his mouth, and his eyes were clear and innocent.
His shy smile was even more shy than Xu He's, even the arc was the same.
"…"
The people around, even the stamp ghosts, first looked at Su Er, then looked at Xu He, compared them, and a conclusion instantly popped up in their minds -
The same smile!
Holy shit! That guy named Xu He must be incredibly evil!