Horror Game: Crazy Boss Slashing At The Beginning

The ancestral hall is solemn and simple, with a large copper lock hanging on the vermilion gate.

Seeing this, Fatty tentatively pushed it a few times, then turned around, pretending to be regretful and said to Fu Yan: "Brother, the door is locked, why don't we go back today?"

Fu Yan: "Are there any other doors in the ancestral hall?"

Xiaopang shook his head, "Let's not talk about the door, there's not even a wall to climb over here."

Hearing this, Fu Yan sighed, "That's really a pity."

After finishing speaking, he kicked open the big red door painted with red lacquer.

This kick completely ruined it, and it became the qualification for the new home of Fu Yan's copy.

Fu Yan walked into the ancestral hall with Xiaopang.

Fu Yan strode ahead.

The little chubby followed behind with a sly look, and kept making crosses on his chest with his hands, muttering, "Amen! Amen!"

Fu Yan: "..."

Fu Yan: "Your foreign god can't control us Chinese ghosts."

Xiaopang said tremblingly, "Why...why?"

Fu Yan: "Language barrier."

Fatty: "Then...then what should I shout...what?"

Fu Yan: "You can shout 'Fuck your mother's bastard, fuck your ancestors for eighteen generations, the left cheek is pumped, the right cheek is kicked, maggots grow in the eye sockets, pus oozes from the cheeks, you are a ghost, you are scary When you go crazy, you have nothing to do to make a fool of yourself, take a look, and then dig out your eyeballs and feed it to your father! Fucking bastard! You're a bitch! Get out! Bah!'”

After Fu Yan finished speaking, he raised his hands, sank to his dantian, and made a gesture of concluding his efforts, "Huh! That's probably it."

Fatty: "..."

Fatty: "Brother...brother, speak slowly, I didn't remember..."

Fu Yan: "You don't need to memorize it by rote, you have to learn to play on the spot."

"The key to this formula is to be 'dirty', it must be dirty."

"And the word 'roll' is just a fake move, the focus is actually on the 'bah', if you want to hit the opponent's face with a blow, then this is a sure win."

Fu Yan taught patience, Xiaopang listened with humility.

He nodded like a chicken pecking at rice, while repeating his thoughts, "Yeah, the key point is to be dirty, pay attention to improvisation, 'rolling' is a fake move, you must 'pooh' on the other party's face, brother, is there any more?" ?”

Fu Yan thought for a while, and said solemnly: "If none of these things work, then there is one last trick."

Fatty stared at Fu Yan with burning eyes, "What is it?"

Fu Yan: "Surrender."

Fatty: "..."

Fatty: "So it won't kill me?"

Fu Yan shook his head deeply, "I can't, but it can make your death less dignified."

Fatty: "..."

Xiaopang nodded in an epiphany.

OK, he made a note.

Xiaopang stood on the spot and digested alone.

Fu Yan has strode into the house and started searching.

The ancestral hall is no different from ordinary ancestral halls, and the tablets of the patriarchs of the past are placed on it.

Zhang Qin, Zhang Chuan, Zhang Dai, Zhang Shijie, Zhang Shisong, Zhang Chongbin...

Fu Yan squeezed his chin, and began to recall the simple and magnificent building of the patriarch's house.

He remembered that when he saw it yesterday, the plaque at the door said 'Zhou's house'.

Fu Yan: "What's the name of the patriarch?"

Xiaopang was stunned for a moment before saying: "Hiss! It seems to be called Zhou Guang..."

Xiaopang thought for a while, then slapped his forehead, "I remembered, his name is Zhou Xiongguang."

Zhou Xiongguang...

Fu Yan's eyes flicked across the tablets on the altar table.

The previous patriarchs here were all surnamed Zhang.

Judging from their names, Zhang Shisong and Zhang Shijie both committed the same word 'Shi', so they should be two brothers from the same family.

Unexpectedly, the position of patriarch in this small broken village is still hereditary.

really interesting.

Fu Yan walked around the ancestral hall tablet and entered the inner room of the ancestral hall.

The little chubby cat bowed its waist, looked around vigilantly, and followed Fu Yan closely.

I was afraid that if I was not careful, I would be caught by the ghosts in the ancestral hall.

Fu Yan came to the back room.

The back room has a lot of space.

Against the wall stands a five-meter-high golden Buddha statue.

The Buddha statue is surrounded by long-burning lamps.

The candlestick in front of the Buddha statue is also filled with lit candles.

The candle holder is made of bright copper, and the surface is polished very smooth.

Fu Yan could clearly see his handsome face in it.

The burning wax trickled down the candle and solidified into a pool of yellow solid at the edge of the candlestick.

There is not much wax and oil condensed, which shows that there are often people cleaning here.

The back room has walls on three sides and no windows on the walls.

The sunlight does not come in.

But the whole house was lit up like daylight by the lamps and candles.

There is a large open space in front of the Buddha statue.

This open space was used to store the corpses of the evil spirits yesterday.

Fu Yan lowered his head and used his super perverted eyesight to patrol the floor of the back room.

Finally, under the stone platform of the Buddha statue, a white petal was found.

Fu Yan wrapped it in a handkerchief, and carefully picked up the petal.

The edges of the petals were stained with a little dark green liquid.

Seeing this, Xiaopang came to him and whispered, "Brother, what did you find?"

Fu Yan couldn't help but put the petals on the tip of Chubby's nose.

Fatty sniffed his nose subconsciously, "Hmm...it smells so good...I seem to have smelled this smell somewhere..."

At the same time, Fu Yan also found a separate memorial tablet in the southwest corner of the back room.

The tablet is covered with a red cloth.

Fu Yan stepped forward, just about to reach out to lift the red cloth.

Suddenly, a familiar voice sounded behind them, "Stop! What are you doing here?"

Just like in all TV shows.

Whenever the protagonist discovers something, or wants to do something, different cats and dogs will come to stop him.

These cats and dogs don't usually show up, but once the protagonist makes important discoveries, they will be like dogs that smell meat, no matter where the protagonist is, they will be precisely located by them.

Then he jumped out and yelled "Wow, woof, woof, woof, woof, woof".

Generally, when the protagonist hears a dog barking, he will hesitate somewhat.

But Fu Yan is different.

He didn't hear it at all.

Fu Yan gave full play to his fine tradition of selective deafness and intermittent hand owes.

As early as the other party opened his mouth and uttered the first word, he had no scruples and lifted the red cloth on the tablet.

Fu Yan carried the red cloth, turned to look at the patriarch behind him, "What did you say?"

Patriarch: "..."

It's too late for me to say anything now!

Fu Yan threw the red cloth on the ground, turned around and picked up the tablet on the altar.

I saw that there was not a word engraved on the tablet painted with black paint.

Unnamed tablet?

Fu Yan looked sideways at Xiaopang.

Fatty, who was in a state of high tension, was frightened by the village chief's voice just now, and fell to the ground directly.

The white and fat wrist was cut by a stone on the ground, with a thumb-long opening.

Fu Yan: "..."

Fu Yan: "You really have eighteen folds."

Fu Yan skipped Xiaopang, directly raised the tablet in front of the patriarch, and said straight to the point: "Who does this tablet belong to? Why is it covered with a red cloth?"

The patriarch sighed, reached out to take the tablet in Fu Yan's hand, and slowly squatted down while supporting his knees.

He picked up the red cloth on the ground, and gently brushed the tablet without words with his fingers, his old eyes were full of red threads.

The patriarch put the tablet back on the altar, slowly covered it with a red cloth, and said softly, "She is my wife."

Fu Yan: "..."

He really didn't expect this.