I Make Games To Restore Chinese Civilization

Old Ma Khan is about to come down.

The voices of Tuanzi and Yanzi came again, but this time the voices seemed to be coming from overhead!

The two hurried up following the sound.

After going up, I found that Tuanzi and Yanzi were on the stage where they had just sung.

The old horse rushed up and untied them both.

Tuanzi was panting heavily, and the old horse looked at her worriedly.

After taking a breath, Tuanzi was about to raise his head to thank the old horse when he was startled by the sight in front of him.

"Master... have we come to the underworld?"

After listening to Tuanzi's words, Lao Ma faintly felt that something was wrong.

When he turned his head, he suddenly found that the hall that was empty just now was full of people.

It's just that they are all small people!

hum!

The shrill suona sounded!

The weird music and these paper figures instantly reminded the audience of the fear of being dominated by "Paper Figures".

"What's going on, Master!"

Tuanzi was so frightened that he tried to hide behind the old horse.

"I know, it's all an illusion, it's been an illusion since we entered the Huangfu!"

"It wasn't until I shot the butler and he turned into a weasel and ran away that it was what it was.

The old horse suddenly realized this.

Tuanzi was a little confused.

"It's all hallucinations? Then he is a weasel! He is also the one who stole the bag.

"I understand Master! He just wanted to take revenge on us and deliberately lured us here!"

"This bad thing! What shall we do now?"

"Don't panic apprentice, our mission is to find mushrooms~!"

The old horse has a plan in his chest.

"Let's find the mushrooms first, and then leave here, the task should be completed.

The old horse looked like Conan's upper body. He touched the dagger at his waist, feeling more secure.

"I just wounded that weasel, he's bound to be bloody."

"We'll follow the blood to catch him and find the mushroom!"

"Amazing, master!"

After Lao Ma's analysis, Tuanzi felt a lot more at ease.

Several people went back to the labyrinth-like corridor just now, and found bloodstains.

Following the bloodstains all the way, several people came to a door.

The room was pitch black, they raised their hand lamps, opened the door and walked in.

This room is the room where the housekeeper brought the old Malay word for longevity.

At this time, the room was dilapidated, with cobwebs hanging upside down.

Just two steps away, the head of a paper figurine rolled to the old horse's feet.

Thanks to the hard work of the fire, the old horse has a certain degree of immunity to the paper figurines.

He raised the flashlight and saw the scene in front of him clearly.

The welcoming pine on the original desk has become a guillotine, and a headless paper man is sitting on the chair next to it.

The word "Shou" that he made up has suddenly become the word "Death"!

The barrage exploded instantly.

"Fuck!"

"Damn it, if it wasn't for Teacher Ma's wit, this ground would be his head!"

"This is so scary, I'm suffocating!"

Tuanzi accidentally bumped into the screen of the room, making a loud bang that scared everyone to look at her.

"ah!!!"

The screams of the crowd sounded one after another, and her hand lamp happened to shine on a paper man without a head.

The original position of the head is the head portrait of the sculpture in the Wong Tai Sin Temple.

"It's terrible!"

Tuanzi tried hard to control himself so that he didn't take off the VR glasses.

"It's okay, apprentice, that weasel has already run away."

"There should be no danger here for the time being, these paper figurines won't move."

The old horse comforted Tuantuan and began to search the house.

Soon, they found a small square hole in the corner.

Tuanzi and Lao Ma squatted at the entrance of the cave and looked at each other. The cave was too small for normal people to get in.

"Come and take a look...the marks on the wall are obvious, as if something was hung there before."

Hearing what Lao Zhao said, Lao Ma looked in the direction of his finger, and there were traces of hanging things on the wall behind the guillotine.

The regiment is broken.

"々`Why are all the NPCs better than me! After playing for so long, I haven't done anything to help!"

She made up her mind that she must not delay too much, so she cheered up and observed the traces left on the wall together.

"Master, isn't this the painting that scared me just now!"

Tuanzi immediately walked up to the headless paper man, and bravely took off the portrait of Huang Daxian behind him.

The character she chose was Fatty Wang, who was very flexible.

She took the portrait and jumped onto the desk with ease. Sure enough, there were nails for hanging pictures on the wall.

Afterwards, she hung the portrait on the wall, adjusted the position of the painting according to the marks on the wall, and was pleasantly surprised to find a faint bloody handprint on each side of the temple.

"Ah, master, look at (Zhao Qian Zhao), I found a fingerprint!"

The traces of those two handprints are obvious.

She pressed her hand on the fingerprint, and pressed down the paper with both hands at the same time.

This is actually the location of the organ, and she successfully pushed it in.

"Crack, click!"

The organ sounded, and Tuanzi looked at the old horse excitedly, like a child waiting to be praised by the teacher.

Before she could wait for the master to praise her, the whole room suddenly shook!

The headless paper figurine actually emitted poisonous gas from the neck.

Several people rushed to the door and window, only to find in a panic that the door and window had been sealed by iron railings, and the railings were so strong that they would not move even if they shook.

Yanzi and Lao Zhao had already started to lose consciousness and collapsed at the door. .