Do Not Laugh! This is a Horror Movie

Fu Lanyu knelt on one knee and sat on the tombstone, holding an oil paper umbrella in his left hand as a shield, and his right hand was still cutting the sharp claws that hit him.

It feels a bit like an experienced chef is chopping squid beard.

She saw the tombstone inscribed on her right front. Since the lock began, her gaze was like an automatic tracker, always staring at the target and never moved away.

At present, she is the closest to the target, and it is relatively easy for her to get there all the way.

......Although it is not much easier.

"Miss Cheng, listen to me!" She raised her volume and commanded calmly, "You choose the most sure route, try to get as close to Brother Yun as possible, and throw the ** package to him-Brother Yun, you give me the package again, we Relay!"

Qiao Yunzheng responded in a deep voice: "Understand."

Cheng Yuan also nodded resolutely: "Okay!"

However, no matter how well the psychological construction is done, the actual operation is also quite difficult. Cheng Yuan has just taken the first step. Due to a mistake in estimating the distance, and the tombstone moving too fast, her left leg passed her right leg. There was no time to pass, leading to a splitting posture, and the danger was in the air.

"……Oh shit!"

Cheng Yuan gritted her teeth and cursed. Fortunately, her luck was not too bad, and the tombstone miraculously rotated in the opposite direction, allowing her to successfully achieve the first leap.

She jumped over the thin, sharp claws protruding densely from the ground, mobilizing all her balance, concentration, accuracy and agility, and proceeded cautiously and decisively until she came to the distance she thought was competent.

"Mr. Joe!"

She held the package high, and threw it to Qiao Yunzheng who was diagonally forward.

The package traversed an arc in mid-air, only a little bit, and was almost about to be intercepted halfway by the sharp claws protruding from the ground. At the moment, Qiao Yunzheng responded quickly and hooked the package back with his toes.

He caught the package and jumped onto the tombstone closest to him.

The tombstone is moving faster and faster, and the positions are crisscrossed, and against the background of thousands of ghosts and fires overhead, it looks like a maze of death.

The slime that flowed from the claws was soaked in the handle of the dagger, wet and lubricated, almost making Fu Lanyu somewhat unable to hold it.

As soon as she raised her head, she saw Qiao Yunzheng leaping across the tombstone jungle with a vigorous figure, his black coat hunting and dancing in the wind, as if it was about to melt into the night in the next second.

"Sister Lan!"

He threw the package far to her.

Fu Lanyu leaned back, and as he could accept the package, his feet slipped and he was about to fall into the weeds.

At the critical moment, she stomped **** the edge of the tombstone, and she flew out in the posture of a flat sand falling wild goose, lying on the next tombstone that was rotating.

She immediately stood up and stood firmly again. Even so, the sharp claws still left a blood mark on the back of her neck.

Holding the package in her arms, she took the time to touch her neck and touched the blood on one hand.

Fortunately, the wound is not particularly deep, just skin trauma.

If she had moved a little bit more slowly just now, her head might have been cut off.

She turned around, and her brain quickly calculated the span between each tombstone in front of her, and simulated the safest route in a short time.

The first five tombstones went smoothly, and the lower the efficiency became, the more difficult it became. It is conceivable that the physical consumption was also huge, not to mention that she had already fought fiercely on the bridge before, and even got into the water.

She was so painful all over her body that she couldn't help bending over to gasp.

She glanced back.

Qiao Yunzheng still stood in the original position, looking at her for a moment.

He didn't speak, because the more he talked at this time, the more distracted her would be.

How worried you are, only you can understand.

Fu Lanyu smiled suddenly and looked away.

She tied the two corners of the ** wrapped around her waist to the metal ring decoration, and then bit the dagger in her mouth, using the closed oiled paper umbrella as a pole with both hands, secretly accumulating energy.

At the moment another tombstone moved over, she jumped up suddenly, and then propped the umbrella handle on another tombstone that was a little closer, jumped up, turned over and swept over the tombstone.

This is extremely risky,

After witnessing this scene, Cheng Yuan whispered, cold sweat broke out all over her body.

However, Fu Lanyu succeeded. When she fell, her knees were kneeling on the inscribed tombstone, so hard that her kneecaps were almost shattered.

She held the tombstone with one hand, and with the other hand threw the ** package on the weeds in front of the monument.

She straightened up and gestured towards Cheng Yuan and Qiao Yunzheng in a gesture of completion.

The rest of his life, but so.

She lowered her head, and found that the **** package was shrinking bit by bit, as if something had absorbed the essence, and it became more and more wrinkled.

This change did not last long, and the package quickly turned into weed fertilizer, disappearing in the continual gushing blood.

The ghost fires floating on all sides suddenly stood still in the air, like thousands of staring eyes.

The tombstones of the entire wasteland fell down in an instant, as if falling into an abyss.

Fu Lanyu didn't know how long she had closed her eyes in the chaos, until she felt her body touch the ground.

She opened her eyes, but there was still boundless darkness on all sides, and she couldn't see anything.

There is only a road leading to an unknown distance at the foot of the road, candles are burning on both sides of the road, the light and shadow are faint, and there is no wind to shake.

If you look carefully, you will find that under each white candle, there is a manzhushahua as its backing. The slender petals are red and bloody, like the tentacles of a dragon.

There is also an indescribable sense of familiarity.

Manzhushahua, also known as the Higan Flower, has symbolized curse and separation in legends since ancient times.

It is said that this kind of flower can awaken the memory of the dead.

So……

What kind of road is this road?

Huangquan Road?

Fu Lanyu hesitated for a while, and finally took the first step tentatively.

While she slowed down and walked forward, she was always alert to the surrounding movement. After all, no one could be sure that there would be ghosts in the darkness.

She didn't know how long she had walked, nor how long the road ahead.

Qiao Yunzheng is not here, nor is Cheng Yuan here. The three separated after the tomb sank.

In the current situation, whether it is good or bad, a blessing or a curse, no one can give her an answer.

...The candles on both sides suddenly extinguished after a flickering flicker.

She was completely plunged into the darkness where she couldn't see her fingers.

She turned around in a circle, trying to make sense of her direction. Suddenly, she heard the sound of rapid footsteps, followed by an overwhelming roar, from far and near, as if someone was being chased by a large number of monsters.

There is a cloud of white mist in the distance, as if it has been stripped, mixed with light gradually spreading.

At the same time, her vision changed from fuzzy to clear.

The young girl in white and blue casual clothes, dyed with thin vine purple curly hair, runs like a beautiful vision in the movie, forming a sharp and cruel contrast with the army of ghosts chasing after her.

As soon as the girl turned her direction, Fu Lanyu saw the other's face clearly and was shocked immediately.

That girl looks exactly like her.

At this moment, she also recalled with hindsight that the clothes and hair color the other party was wearing at this time were exactly the same as she had seen herself countless times in her dreams.

Why?

Fu Lanyu didn't have time to think about it. The girl ran so fast that she was about to rush in front of her.

Unexpectedly, there seemed to be a transparent enchantment erected in front of her, the glory was flourishing, and the girl slammed into an invisible obstacle and was forced to stop.

The girl raised her head, but did not look at her, she looked straight over her and looked behind her.

She looked back suspiciously, but there was still darkness behind, and there was nothing.

She turned her gaze back and stared at the girl who was close at hand but could not touch it. It was strange that even if the two of them had exactly the same face, she felt that the other person was not the same as herself.

She has always been indifferent, calm, and unsmiling. She rarely has moments of great joy and sadness, and sometimes it is easy to give others the illusion of lifelessness.

However, this girl, the so-called "she", had a very bright light in her eyes. She seemed to have never possessed that kind of proud and bright temperament.

She was also very curious as to how she could have such unreasonable and self-evident cognition.

What is even more curious to her is, what is the other party looking at?

Her eyes fell on the girl's face, in fact, it didn't take long, until she saw the girl suddenly smile, but two lines of tears fell quietly.

For some reason, the other party was crying, and her heart hurt uncontrollably.

The next moment, the girl raised her hand and patted towards the void, as if she had pressed something.

She opened her lips slightly, only said a word silently, then turned around resolutely, and faced the group of evil spirits who were scrambling to attack.

Eyes full of blood, Fu Lanyu watched her being torn to pieces.

At this point, it overlapped 100% with every dream in the beginning.

The heartbeat was a fluster like never before, Fu Lanyu took a step back, and subconsciously covered his ears.

...

"Sister Lan?"

But miraculously, she still heard the familiar calling, right by her side.

Reason returned to her mind, she opened her eyes sharply, seeing that the darkness had long since faded, and the surrounding area became the gloomy woods that she had passed through when she was in the sedan chair at first.

The mist has not completely dissipated, and the moonlight falls on the ground through the dense branches and leaves.

Cheng Yuan was standing not far away, and she was lying in Qiao Yunzheng's arms.

"... Brother Yun, Miss Cheng." She sat up with a solemn expression, "Have you just walked on a road full of manjusawa?"

Qiao Yunzheng frowned: "Manzhu Shahua? I did walk a road with candles on both sides, but there is no Manzhu Shahua."

Cheng Yuan nodded, indicating that she was the same.

Fu Lanyu felt cold, and she continued to ask: "Then what do you see?"

"That road is very dark, I can't see anything." Qiao Yunzheng sighed. He looked down at her, his eyes full of unspeakable confusion, "But I heard a voice, and kept asking me in my ear,'Is it You have made a choice, no regrets when you write down."

Fu Lanyu was stunned: "What does that mean?"

"I don't know, I want to know too."

Cheng Yuan said: "I heard my sister's voice. She kept warning me not to go any further, so I stopped."

You can't judge too much useful information from everyone's narration, but Fu Lanyu just feels uneasy.

While she was pondering, she heard Qiao Yunzheng ask in a low voice: "Sister Lan, what did you see?"

"I..." She thought for a while, and chose to conceal it. "I only saw Manzhushahua. Before I could see anything else, I was woken up by you."

Qiao Yunzheng was silent, he folded his arms, bowed his head and hugged her tightly.

He didn't know where his tension and confusion at this moment began, as if he could only suppress such abnormal negative emotions if he tried his best to hug her.

Cheng Yuan sighed and looked around with complex expressions.

"Two, don't you think this forest is really quiet and weird? It was not like this when we came."

When they came, there were countless evil spirits sneaking in the woods, and each of them could match the portrait in the "Hundred Ghosts" list.

Although Hyakki had no signs of attacking the player at that time, it was certain that they would act sooner or later.

That may be the final hurdle for the three to face.

Here, there is no concept of time, night is the main color, and dawn may never come.

No one knows at what second the danger will come.

As if to respond to Cheng Yuan's doubts, the ground under her feet shook violently, the wind blew up, and the branches and leaves of ancient trees on all sides fell down.

In the distance, there was a roar of fierce ghosts like a tsunami of mountains.