Do Not Laugh! This is a Horror Movie

The mountain road was gloomy, and the oil lamp could barely illuminate the small road ahead. Jing He walked behind Zheng Zhuo, stepping on the dead branches and leaves all over the ground.

Out of consideration for his own safety, and out of vengeful mischief, he grabbed Zheng Zhuo's clothes.

"Mr. Zheng, my legs are soft, how about... you back me two steps?"

"... Am I carrying you?"

"Come on, Mr. Zheng, I'm also your customer anyway, the big deal is to go back and I will add another 50,000 yuan, can you calculate your physical loss?"

Zheng Zhuo couldn't believe his ears, but Jing He seemed to be serious, not like joking.

He was speechless and could not refuse, so he could only bend down coldly and let Jing He climb up on his back.

It's so **** hard to serve, if this kid hadn't paid a high price, he wouldn't be immune to this crime.

In this way, the two of them faced the cold night wind and walked for more than ten minutes, until the outline of a low building faintly appeared under the moonlight in the distance.

When I got closer, I found out that it was a ruined temple.

At first glance, it looks very old, the steps are covered with weeds, the door lintel is dilapidated, only half of the plaque is left, and the inscription on it is scratched and completely unrecognizable.

On the door of the temple, there is a line of red runes written in the center of the door. I don't know if it is red paint or blood.

Before Jing He had time to ask, Zheng Zhuo had already taken the initiative to answer him.

"This is cinnabar for warding off evil spirits, and it should be written in the spirit-suppressing curse-of course, I also heard hearsay, what kind of curse the spirit-saving curse is, no matter what it is, no one knows."

"Then...what kind of **** is enshrined in this temple?"

"I'm here anyway, you have to go in and see, you will understand everything when you go in." Zheng Zhuo said with a certain tone, "Usually, there are clues to key points in the game world. Mr. Jing, if you are scared, You can wait for me outside."

Waiting outside?

It's impossible to wait. One is that it's more dangerous outside, and the other is that he has to go in and stare at Zheng Zhuo to understand everything about Zheng Zhuo.

So Jing He waved his hand awe-inspiringly: "No need not, I will go in with you, with Mr. Zheng's protection, I am not afraid of anything!"

The idea was settled, the two climbed up the stairs, pushed open the temple door, and entered the temple side by side.

This ruined temple is actually not large in size and the layout and furnishings are very simple, but what is strange is that the three sticks of incense on the incense table are still burning, shining faintly in the night.

Not far away, there is a box of merits in four squares.

There were a lot of banknotes and coins stuffed in the box, Zheng Zhuo stepped forward to check, and found nothing special, turned around and returned to the original place.

He walked to the futon placed on the ground and looked up at the statue of the **** enshrined in the temple.

...It is said to be an idol, but it is different from the common idols with benevolent brows and good eyes, or mighty and righteous. This idol has black horns on the head, sharp teeth in the mouth, red eyes, a grinning face, and a sharp grip with both hands. The machete looks like a butcher who has repaired evil ways.

Jing He couldn't help shivering: "The village enshrines such a...well...what do you want to bless them?"

Zheng Zhuo pondered this question seriously: "It might be because of the worship of such a...um...that's why the villagers of Fengmen Village are all dead."

"It makes sense. It is worthy of Mr. Zheng. He is very knowledgeable and talented. He speaks the truth."

"..."

Zheng Zhuo feels that this person is a little bit sick, and he doesn't speak very much for a while.

"Let's not waste time," he said. "Let's look for clues first."

"Will the clues be hidden in the idols? Then we can't move the idols directly, right?"

Zheng Zhuo pondered for a long while: "When most people enter the temple, don't they have to worship the idols first? We bow down and worship sincerely, and then move."

Otherwise, there won't be two futons here.

The two tried it, and found that the futon seemed to be nailed to the ground and couldn't move half a minute. They had to kneel on the spot, facing the idol with their palms together, and respectfully worshipped for three times.

When he worshiped for the third time, Jing He felt strange in his heart, always feeling that something was wrong.

At the same time, he suddenly heard Zheng Zhuo roar.

"Lie down!"

Before he could think, he immediately leaned back and lay down straight on the ground with a "pop".

In the next second, the machete in the idol's hand, mixed with the harsh wind, swept past his face, almost cutting off the tip of his nose.

He vaguely heard a soft sound of "Dang Cang", and immediately subconsciously coughed twice as far as his eyes were.

He squinted cautiously and saw that Zheng Zhuo was also lying on the ground, lying flatter than himself.

"Mr. Zheng, we almost died."

"...Not so much." Zheng Zhuo said flatly, "I guessed that this idol would have moths, but I didn't expect it to be so fast."

No wonder these two futons were not allowed to move. It turned out to be for the convenience of the idol ka:nre:n.

At this time, the idol has returned to its original posture, still standing there holding the machete, but the smile on his face seems even more weird.

Different.

Jing He got up quickly, but before he stood up, he fell to the ground again.

"Oh, my legs are numb."

Zheng Zhuo glanced at him, then sighed and looked away.

For the sake of face, it's a pity that I can't point my nose to curse customers for waste.

Jing He lay down on the ground slowly, and then slowly stood up straight, putting on a stupid appearance that was uncertain.

But his right hand touched his waist secretly and hid a small copper key inside the belt.

Playing tricks under the eyes of a platinum player, he did this for the first time, but given that he has been with Brother Yunlan for a long time, and his ears and eyes are distressed, it is not particularly unfamiliar.

"Mr. Zheng, you said there are clues here, and now the worship is over. What clues are there?"

After experiencing the accident just now, Zheng Zhuo was also a little bit guilty. This idol was alive, and if he rushed to look at it, he might get burnt. He didn't dare to try it lightly.

"Tonight is too dangerous. To ensure your safety, I'd better go back first and come back tomorrow to continue searching."

Jing He cried out: "What? You have to come again tomorrow night? Can you come by yourself tomorrow night, and I will wave the flag for you in the room?"

"..." Zheng Zhuo grinded his teeth twice, "Okay, I'll discuss it then."

Calm down, think about unpaid loan sharks.

Money is hard to make, and **** is unpalatable. This is the truth since ancient times, and he bears it.

Before leaving the temple gate, Zheng Zhuo deliberately inspected the incense burner on the counter, but found nothing but incense ash inside.

Why? There is obviously a problem with this temple, how can there be no clue?

He was slightly frustrated, and without looking back, he strode away along the path when he came.

...

As everyone knows, at this moment Fu Lanyu and Ren Lele are hiding in the woods and have been secretly observing for a long time.

When Fu Lanyu saw Jing He followed Zheng Zhuo out of the temple, he was full of spring breeze when he left, and he knew in his heart, but Ren Lele, who did not know, was very worried.

"Did they get any clues? We are a step late, what should we do?"

"It's very simple, go grab it, or cooperate."

"...If you cooperate, four people will exceed the survival quota."

"Then kill one." Fu Lanyu asked casually, "Which one do you think is better to kill?"

Ren Lele hesitated for a while, and sighed regretfully: "These two are pretty handsome, I can't make a decision because of my face."

Fu Lanyu nodded, expressionless: "Well, since you don't want to kill either of them, then just kill you."

"?"

Ren Lele really doesn't understand this cool sister's brain

What she was thinking about, anyway she couldn't provoke her. Looking at the back of the other person, she could only trot to keep up, and lose a smile.

"Don't, kill whoever you say! Kill anyone is OK!"

These days, it's too difficult to hold a thigh.

I don't know if everyone slept well this night, anyway, the next day everyone gets up early.

Fu Lanyu washed his face, and left the room with Ren Lele to the main hall. On the way, I saw several other players gathered at the door of a certain room, collectively looking inside.

Oh, it was the place where the black long straight girl lived yesterday.

The strange thing is that the black long straight girl is not in the house, as if the world has evaporated, only the pool of blood on the ground next to the bed confirms what happened last night.

"What's the matter?" The orange-haired man wondered, "Is she dead? Where is the corpse?"

The man with glasses said in a low voice: "Sometimes, when dying in the game world, the corpse will be directly processed by the system, and we won't be able to see it anymore."

"But I don't always think it's that simple." Ren Lele stared at the dried bloodstain, and couldn't help feeling cold on his back. "Even if the system is going to deal with the corpse, should we take a look?"

"Who knows." Jing He turned around and wanted to leave, "It's strange, I'm not staying here anymore, I'm going to eat."

Everyone had no objection to this, they were going to the main hall collectively and had breakfast first.

Zheng Zhuo walked ahead, Jing He was a few meters behind, deliberately slowing down.

At exactly this time, Fu Lanyu came over from behind, her expression calm, and she coughed naturally.

Jing He didn't look back, just raised his hand and rubbed his neck, lazily.

The two looked ahead, without making eye contact with each other, as if they were strange players who had never known each other.

Just as he passed by, Jing He flipped his wrist and touched Fu Lanyu's palm.

Fu Lanyu immediately moved his fingers together and tightened the copper key he secretly handed.

God does not know, ghost does not know.

...

In the afternoon, as usual, Fu Lanyu rested and rejuvenated.

She is used to taking a nap, but Ren Lele, who is in the same room, is not in the mood to sleep. Instead, she wants to take a stroll outside.

"Miss Fu, you are waiting for me here. I am not afraid in broad daylight. I have to prove my worth."

Although she didn't understand her peculiar brain circuit, Fu Lanyu didn't stop him, only nodded.

"Okay, good luck to you."

Then Ren Lele went there for more than two hours.

When she finally came back, Fu Lanyu just woke up, and when she looked up, she saw her ashamed.

His face and hands were dirty and muddy, and he looked sad and angry.

"……what is up?"

"Miss Fu, I really didn't lie to you before. As long as I can calm down, my instinct to find clues is very accurate." Ren Lele said solemnly, "I went out to the village just now. I was digging at the reservoir in the east. Arrived in a box."

Fu Lanyu was puzzled: "Did you dug with bare hands?"

"No, I first planed twice with my hand, and then I found the shovel under a tree."

It seems that this girl is not as stupid as she looked last night. She is probably afraid of ghosts. Fear will make people lose IQ, and she can think seriously in the daytime.

Fu Lanyu nodded and asked the second question.

"In that case, what about the box?"

Mentioning this, Ren Lele gritted his teeth immediately: "It was robbed by that orange!"

The so-called orange is of course the orange-haired man with a broken mouth and irritable.

"Oh, you haven't robbed him?"

"How could I have robbed him? He even kicked me, saying that a woman is a trash, and I can't find the key even when I get the box." At this point, Ren Lele suddenly changed the conversation and lowered his voice mysteriously, "but Miss Fu, don't worry, I have a higher IQ than him, so I stabilized him with rhetoric in time."

This sister is also the only one to describe herself with "slick words".

Fu Lanyu was very interested: "How did you stabilize him?"

"I told him that you have the key. I can cheat the key and cooperate with him instead, because he is a man and more reliable."

"..." Fu Lanyu immediately looked at the mentally retarded expression.

Ren Lele hurriedly explained: "Hey, the tactic of slowing down, after all, we don’t have the key now, but we can smash him first! We have agreed to connect tonight, and I will go to him tonight and trick him to open the door, Miss Fu, you ahead of time. Hide, let's kill him together and get the box back."

Fu Lanyu pondered and said nothing.

Logically speaking, Ren Lele's words should be credible, because the key given by Jing He this morning is like the key to opening the box.

Judging from the girl's words and deeds, it didn't seem like she was making up nonsense.

But everything must not be taken lightly, this is an unwritten rule in the game.

She turned around and drew the sharp knife from under the pillow with her backhand.

"Okay, I'll go with you." She calmly said, "But if I find you lied, this knife will wipe off your small neck first."

"..."