Horror Game: Crazy Boss Slashing At The Beginning

Instead of answering Old Wu's question, Fu Yan threw a question at him.

"Guess what I touched on that kid just now?"

"what?"

"bone."

"..."

"This is not useless...isn't this normal!" Old Wu swallowed back the word'word' that bald on his lips in time, pointed to his arm and said: "Isn't this meat covered with bones?"

Fu Yan shook his head, "It's a bone without meat. There is no meat on his left forearm and right ankle, only bones."

"Didn't you notice just now? When he walked, his right foot was a little weak, but when he came out to pick up people in the morning, it was fine."

"So the meat on his ankle disappeared after picking up the man?" After saying that, Lao Wu immediately thought of the bowl of oily broth brought by Zhao Dabao.

"I'm going! No way! He fucking used his son's meat to make soup for us to drink, vomit..."

Old Wu retched, and continued: "I didn't know whether to call him great, or to praise him for being a pervert, the flesh on that brat's arm..."

Fu Yan: "Dinner."

"vomit……"

Fu Yan: "Now let's go back to your question, why do women drink vegetable soup while we drink human broth?"

Old Wu: "Why?"

Fu Yan: "Because there must be one of the trigger conditions for death, and I tend to think that people who eat villager meat will die."

...

In the afternoon, under the leadership of Zhao Dabao, the three of Fu Yan went to the ancestral hall in the east of the village.

The walls of the ancestral hall are made of cement, and the appearance looks very rustic.

Fu Yan: "Brother Zhao, has your ancestral hall been around for a long time?"

Zhao Dabao gently pushed open the wooden door of the ancestral hall and exclaimed, "Yes! Our ancestral hall has a history of more than four hundred years."

Fu Yan nodded, and said in agreement: "It's been a long time, since your ancestors have been here!"

Zhao Dabao nodded, after the lesson in the morning, he is now afraid to answer Fu Yan's question.

Several people entered the ancestral hall, and in the middle of the ancestral hall was a stone statue that was three meters high and more than one meter wide.

The stone statue has a human body and a snake tail, and the face can no longer be seen clearly, but it can be seen from the characteristics that this is a man.

The man is holding a steel fork, and the snake tail is hovering, looking very heroic.

This should be the river god mentioned in the dungeon.

Although Fu Yan knew it, he still wanted to hear what Zhao Dabao had to say, so he deliberately asked, "This is it?"

Zhao Dabao picked up three sticks of incense and lit them, and said, "This is the river god worshiped in the village. The villagers worship him and pray that he will bless our village with good weather."

Fu Yan looked at the incense burner that had not been cleaned for a long time and was filled with all kinds of incense sticks, and said quietly: "Then you must really trust this river god? He is very effective!"

"Naturally, he is a god after all! But whether it works or not... Believe it, it will work, but if you don't believe it, it won't work." Zhao Dabao looked at Fu Yan after finishing speaking.

Fu Yan nodded in agreement.

This idea of ​​nonsense literature, let you know the truth.

Now that the story has come to this point, Fu Yan doesn't care to ask more questions, "Is your sacrifice a life sacrifice or a death sacrifice? What do you sacrifice? Pig? Cow? Sheep? Or a living bride?"

Zhao Dabao's face changed slightly when he heard the words, and he quickly tidied himself up again, and said with a smirk: "Little brother really knows how to joke, why would someone sacrifice a living person?"

After he finished speaking, he bypassed Fu Yan and walked to the altars on both sides of the stone statue.

Start to burn incense on the tablets on the altar.

There are more than 40 memorial tablets enshrined on both sides of the stone statue. The tablets are placed neatly with gold letters on a red background, and the incense burner is also very clean.

After visiting the ancestral hall, several people walked back along the Longevity Lake, and happened to meet four men and a woman rowing on the lake.

Fu Yan remembered these people, they were the ones who fought with him for the right to belong to Zhao Dabao, and he finally suppressed them by force.

Zhao Dabao also saw the five people in the center of the lake at this time.

He hurried to the lake, waved to the five people and shouted: "Hey! Come back! Come back!"

on a wooden boat.

Wang Fang took a crumpled note and looked at it repeatedly, "Who do you think left this?"

A burly man behind her said while rowing: "Whoever keeps him! Anyway, we can find the ghost bride and kill it, so we can leave."

Wang Fang: "What if the ghost bride is not here!"

"Then it's an outing!" A gentle-looking man teased from behind.

Wang Fang twitched the corners of her mouth. For some reason, she had a bad premonition in her heart.

She found this note in the cabinet, and it was balled up and stuffed into the corner of the cabinet.

It took her a long time to pick it out.

Two lines of words were crookedly written on the note with a charcoal stick:

'There are ghosts under the water'

'The villagers are...'

The next line was not finished.

It can be seen that the person who wrote the note was in a hurry, or encountered some danger suddenly.

Thinking of this, Wang Fang felt a chill in her heart.

Suddenly, a gust of wind hit.

Wang Fang shook her hand, and the note was blown into the water by the wind.

She lay down on the side of the boat, ready to reach out to pick it up.

When he lowered his head, he saw a pale grimace reflected on the water.

"what!"

Wang Fang couldn't help screaming.

"What's wrong? What did you see?" The companions hurried forward and asked.

Wang Fang pointed at the water and said tremblingly, "Ghost...ghost...there are ghosts under the water..."

The companions each took out their own things, and output them to the bottom of the water.

"Where is it! Where is it! Where is the ghost!"

"Why didn't I see it!"

A man dressed as a Taoist priest took out a compass from his pocket, but the needle of the compass did not move at all.

At this time, the burly man fished out a white handkerchief from the water, "It's a piece of rag, it scares you."

The man threw away the handkerchief and wiped the water from his hands.

False alarm.

Just as everyone put away their things and was about to move on, the compass in the Taoist's hand suddenly started to spin wildly.

A red figure flashed across the bottom of the boat with a 'whoosh'.

Immediately afterwards, the hull began to spin crazily.

Everyone was knocked to one side, and the speed of the ship's rotation became faster and faster, gradually forming a small vortex around it.

Everyone felt that something was dragging the hull into the whirlpool.

Just when the lake was about to submerge the hull, a shout came from the shore.

They saw the village chief who kept waving to them on the shore, and Fu Yan and his party.

"Help! Help! Help us!" The five shouted to the shore for help.

Seeing this, Zhao Dabao hurriedly turned his head to Fu Yan and said, "Quick, hurry up and find Lao Liu from their hospital."

Fu Yan: "Who are you looking for?"

"Old Liu!"

"Old what?"

"Old Liu!"

Seeing that the five people were about to be dragged into the water, Zhao Dabao was so anxious that he almost died. He shouted to Fu Yan: "Old Liu! Go find Lao Liu!"

Zhao Dabao's voice cracked, and Fu Yan finally heard it.

He nodded, folded his arms around his chest, and looked straight ahead at the boat that was about to be submerged, "Oh, don't go."