Half Immortal

Lin Zhen still stood there.

"I guessed this after I got down, but I haven't-"

"I finished speaking before I could say it," Yan Wei spread his hands, "And then? Will it affect our bet?"

He had taken a step, but looking at the small hole in front of him that was only about one person wide, and the walls of the hole were still covered with sticky and moist moss, Yan Wei hurriedly took a step back.

He turned around and waved at Lin Zhen: "Let's go."

Lin Zhen slowly put away the stiffness of his face, clenched his long bow tightly, turned his head to look at him, raised his eyes slightly, wrapped in a sloppy voice and slowly extended: "You hide your strength Why? Is there anything you don't want people to know about?"

, very generously took out the invitation letter, exchanged it for a bag of the best quality cleaning cloth, and threw it at Lin Zhen, "Save it, it cost me a low-level invitation letter."

Lin Zhen raised his hand to take it subconsciously.

He moved neatly and quickly, the knuckles of his left fingers were slightly bent, and he grabbed the two bags of cloth sassily.

Lin Zhen who saw what it was: "..."

The stiffness that was finally restrained now reappeared on his face.

Yan Wei had already turned around, walked behind Lin Zhen, and slowly put on the gloves she had prepared for a long time. Lin Zhen's black clothes melted in the dim light, and his whole body was evil and dangerous, but Yan Wei didn't seem to feel the oppressive body index of the other party. He just put on gloves and patted Lin Zhen's back. He shrugged and said, "Don't worry, when I entered the dungeon, I turned off the projection angle of the casino building, so other players can't see you as a bodyguard wiping the walls of the cave."

Lin Zhen: "…"

Even if she didn't see Lin Zhen's expression, beside the quiet blood pool, Yan Wei could hear Lin Zhen's slightly heavier breathing, which seemed to be a sign of anger.

But Yan Wei smiled silently.

He and Yan Mingguang didn't plunge into this seven-layer dungeon unprepared. Before coming in, in addition to studying their inevitable opponent Jiang Xiu, Yan Wei also carefully watched all the transcripts related to Lin Zhen. After all, this invitation letter came from Lin Zhen. If he misunderstood Lin Zhen's character, he would probably harm himself and Yan Mingguang.

After looking at all the records, Yan Wei found that although Lin Zhen was a mysterious dark horse in the eyes of the low-level players and the new seed players in the building, his behavior pattern was actually better than that of Jiang Repair is even simpler. In short, it is a neurosis that is competitive and has excellent face.

He likes chasing after those who may be stronger than him or comparable to him, and because he is too competitive to save face, he keeps his promises very much. This person is not a good person, but he is not bad. The most important thing is to do what he says. The moment he saw Lin Zhen but not Yan Mingguang, Yan Wei already had an idea and grasp.

As expected, but for a moment, Lin Zhen's mood turned around, and in the end, not only did he not regret, he actually laughed out loud.

"You're quite a vengeful little pet." He said, swinging the long bow in his hand, and a pure black arrow feather appeared out of thin air above the bowstring. As soon as the arrow feather appeared, it came out of the string in the sound of breaking wind, and the arrow tip instantly withstood the cloth thrown by him at the same time. Immediately after, another long arrow followed almost without a gap.

The long arrow quickly pierced the darkness, and the dirty moss slid along the sides of the cave. Once the bowstring is stretched, the black longbow, which is enough for other players to be on guard, shoots arrows continuously, and it is so overkill to clear the way for Yan Wei's cleanliness at the forefront.

Lin Zhen was a little shocked just now, and before he took a few steps, the man returned to his previous smile that was always inexplicable, and his voice was casual: "Yan Mingguang must also know that you are hiding? The two of you have always acted together, and he is also very strong, so you should cooperate. Little pet, your sheepskin is very successful, I lied to you."

Yan Wei followed behind Lin Zhen, walking in this cramped hole, holding a flashlight that was exchanged in her hand, ignoring Lin Zhen, just carefully looking at the two side.

"You couldn't cross the blood pool by yourself just now. Isn't your body index outstanding? That's perception, which is quite suitable for your vengeful and clever personality. I haven't met it yet. People with high perception have fooled me like this, I suddenly have no interest in Yan, I think you are more fun."

“…”

"That's not right. You and Yan Mingguang are in the same copy, your strength is not worse than him, why is he the best player? Yan... Yan and Yan... Who is the yan between you two? ?"

“…”

"Hey, why don't you go, what are you looking at so seriously?"

Yan Wei was looking at the ground.

The young man's slender fingers are slightly curled, the fingertips are against the edge of the flashlight, the wrist is slightly downward, and he bends down to look down at the narrow ground. His eyes were clear, and his pupils reflected the light gathered by the flashlight, which was as bright as his expression.

"Don't you think it's hard for the goddess to climb the mountain and go down the well?" Yan Wei said casually.

"Yo, she's so old, we can fight as a boss if you don't have to work hard. In addition to stones and insects, there are some traces of dragging on the ground - this is a place with ghosts, Drag a corpse or something, it's normal to have these marks. What the **** are you looking at?"

Yan Wei ticked the corner of his mouth: "I'm looking at the width of the dragging marks, it's very thin, much thinner than a girl's figure."

He didn't say much clearly, but Lin Zhen in front of him was not one of those novice players in the first-tier dungeon, and this sentence was enough.

Judging from the effort of the goddess to climb the mountain and go down the well, she is just an ordinary old man, so she may not have the strength to carry slightly heavier things on her back. The dragging marks on the ground are not made by those skinless female ghosts who can disappear into the room in an instant, only the goddess.

The width of this trace is too narrow, not even the width of a girl's waist, obviously it is not a trace of dragging the body.

What is the witch going to drag?

She didn't bring anything when she went down the well, and this dragging trace was most likely caused when she took things out. What is not too big, but also has a certain weight, and it can be dragged out every time without the magician bringing it in?

—In the daytime, the skin umbrella disappeared in the temple hall of the mountain temple.

Now it seems that what is happening now can form a clearer logic.

The goddess used the girl's skin as an umbrella and threw the girl's body into the well. Something may have happened in the middle, there has been a change here, and the corpses of those girls have also become ghosts. The appearance of the skin-boned umbrella represents the appearance of the skinless female ghost. At night, the goddess put the skin-bone umbrella at their door, and the skinless ghost appeared in the room accompanied by the singing, killing the person with the skin-bone umbrella.

During the day, the Bone Umbrella that did not cause death returns to the well. If the goddess still needs to use the skin-bone umbrella to lure the skinless female ghost to kill, she needs to go down the well and drag these umbrellas out again.

Except for the one that caused the death of the player, the other skin umbrellas that did not cause any death disappeared, I am afraid they appeared - or returned to - this unique well.

The goddess is the one who took the umbrella out again. Therefore, the trace is very thin, it is estimated that it is the width of several umbrellas in a bag, and the slightly furry old moss on the trace is facing the outside, because things are only dragged out, but not in.

"How about we go inside and get a leather and bone umbrella to play with? It's raining outside, and it saves the effort of buying an umbrella." Lin Zhen has fired a few arrow feathers again, He said casually, "Hey, I'm doing it, I think it's fun to use my bow and arrow to clean up."

Yan Wei: "Can you figure out why there are changes here, why did the goddess do this?"

"Maybe because we look good, I want to make us into skin umbrellas."

"There's no need to be pretentious, you have to help me if you lose the bet, but we are not teammates who can deliver the back, I know this better than you," Yan Wei chuckled, her clear voice There were several back and forth echoes in the narrow well, "You are not stupid, and you have your own guesses. If you don't want to say anything, just shut up and don't waste time fooling me."

Lin Zhen was scolded by him, but he didn't get angry, and his smile became even bigger: "Hey, you little pet, why does the one around Yan Mingguang seem so good, and it's like that now. What about the murderer? But you guessed the clues of this trace. I won't compete with you for this score, you can tell the answer yourself."

Yan Wei mentioned a trace just now, and he and Lin Zhen both had the answer in their hearts, but the sound of the building did not sound, indicating that the score of the quick answer needs to be analyzed before it can be determined.

Yan Wei shook his head: "Now is not the time to say it."

It's not just about scoring, but...controlling the score range for all players.

He poked Lin Zhen roughly with a flashlight: "Hurry up and open the way, it will be several hours before we go back to the temple, I don't want to drag it here until night."

Lin Zhen was not ambiguous, with a move of his long bow, several arrow feathers shot out in succession. He was not idle: "It's good to drag it to the evening, maybe there are more **** and perverted pictures to see..."

The sound of footsteps echoed longer.

"Yo, the front seems to be wider—" Lin Zhen's voice suddenly stopped.

Behind him, Yan Wei's eyes narrowed, and his casual expression disappeared. His gaze crossed Lin Zhen's shoulder and slowly landed in the suddenly spacious cave in front of him.

The gradually widening cave seems to have come to an end, and the spacious ground can accommodate fifty or sixty people standing at the same time. Under the bright white light of the flashlight, pale umbrellas were neatly arranged one after another, and the silence was filled with a submerged eerie.

Even Lin Zhen subconsciously breathed for a while.

"...Yo, how many?"

Yan Wei blinked and said word by word, "One hundred and twenty-seven. Don't you want to play with it? Enough is enough for you."

Lin Zhen: "…"

"Ah, it seems that I don't even need to go and get it," Yan Wei stared straight ahead, her eyes flashing, and her tone was slightly prolonged, "They are coming towards us."