I'm killing crazy in the horror game world

Rubbing his temples, Wang Zun glanced at the time. It was seven o'clock in the evening. It was still early. He was not in a hurry. He first grabbed something to eat, and then slowly picked up the things. It was already ten o'clock in the evening when he went out.

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Wang Zun called bus No. 444 and rushed to Heiling Mountain.

Heiling Mountain is located in the suburbs, among the mountains. If you go there from here, you should have just enough time.

0:40pm!

Wang Zun walked around and finally arrived in front of Heiling Mountain before one o'clock in the morning.

Heiling Mountain is very tall, with almost no trees on it and not even a few weeds.

The entire mountain is completely bare, with grave mounds protruding from it and rows of urns!

Wang Zun shined a light on it, and in a corner of Heiling Mountain, he saw a row of earthen jars.

Some of these earthen jars are still covered with yellow soil, some look very old, some are very new, and some have a hole in them, with a yellow and white bone sticking out of them.

This scene is a bit scary. Rows of earthen jars contain the last things someone left in this world.

There are grave bags everywhere and earthen jars everywhere.

The posts on the paranormal forum are right. Every step brings a grave bag, every kick brings a clay pot. There are so many of these things here that it makes one’s hair stand on end.

However, there seems to be a dedicated person in charge here. Heiling Mountain has been divided into several criss-crossing roads. The broken pots are neat and regular, not like they are placed randomly.

If there is someone, it will be easy to handle, and you can definitely get some useful information from the other party's mouth.

Wang Zun shined the light around, and there was a wooden house at the foot of Heiling Mountain.

Clothes swaying in the wind were hung under the eaves of the wooden house. There was another kitchen built outside the house, with complete kitchen utensils and a pot with leftover noodles.

Wang Zun took a sniff and found that the noodles gave off a rancid smell, which made him feel nauseous.

It looked like the noodles had been cooked not too long ago, and they already had a rancid smell.

wrong!

Wang Zun's eyes widened. Is it possible that the owner of the house just ate sour noodles?

Actually, those who dare to stay here have some problems, which are mental problems. Normal people will not stay here.

It's eerie and weird here, and it's very uncomfortable to look at.

Wang Zun now has a feeling that there may be pairs of invisible eyes staring at him in those earthen jars and grave bags.

Opening the door gently, it was unlocked and there was no one inside.

This wooden house is not big at all. It only has one bed and some messy sundries that have filled the whole house.

The wooden bed was also in a mess, half of the bed was piled with clothes and bedding, and you could see traces of someone sleeping on the other half of the bed.

Wang Zun had no intention of entering the house, and the smell inside was not good.

He looked at the time and saw that it was almost one o'clock in the morning. Wang Zun sat down outside the wooden house. He was waiting. If the other party did not come back after the mission started, he would go up the mountain by himself.

He still wanted to wait a little longer. As an old rookie, he knew very well that it was more effective and faster to get clues from others than to search randomly by himself!

Wang Zun has always had several principles. The first is to speak but never to take action. The second is that taking the initiative is more useful than being passive. The third is to do things that can be accomplished with the least amount of energy. Never spend more, even if you have to wait!

The system's reminder sounded, and the mission began. We are now on Black Spirit Mountain, and the mission is not considered a failure.

As the mission began, there was an unknown gust of wind blowing around, and the temperature plummeted.

In the night wind, there were vaguely strange screams and miserable cries...

Shining towards Heiling Mountain, wherever the light goes, it becomes more sinister and weird.

The old and new earthen jars are becoming more and more scary, and the grave mounds popping out one after another seem to be about to crack at any time, and something will crawl out of them.

Wang Zun is also well-informed, but in this situation, he still can't help but feel a little dry.

Sudden!

Wherever the light shone, something seemed to flash by, so fast that Wang Zun couldn't see clearly what it was.

He didn't catch up. He wasn't a fool. Of course he knew what it was.

However, he was not afraid, just a little nervous.

Of course, this is not the tension of fear, it is just pure tension.

Bo!

Ruoyouruowu's voice sounded, and a blue will-o'-the-wisp suddenly burned.

The will-o'-the-wisp was green and two meters above the ground. The night wind was strong, but it could not extinguish it.

The green firelight illuminated the area more than one meter away, making it look particularly strange.

In fact, will-o'-the-wisps have a scientific basis and are not as complicated as imagined.

The green will-o'-the-wisp lasted for a minute, then gradually extinguished, and then another will-o'-the-wisp ignited in another place.

After this one went out, another one ignited in another area!

These will-o'-the-wisps are like electrified light bulbs. They burn one after another in a very regular manner. From beginning to end, one goes out and the other burns. There are never two at the same time.

Wang Zun watched these will-o'-the-wisps burning from the foot of the mountain all the way up, really like a row of small light bulbs.

Sudden!

The next will-o'-the-wisp lighted up, and the faint green light it emitted illuminated an area of ​​more than one meter around it.

On top of that grave, stood a figure!

The figure was dressed in messy clothes, with gray skin, his head lowered, and his hands hanging down, standing motionless on the grave.

Wang Zun was frightened when he looked at it so abruptly, but this ghost was just an ordinary ghost, but it looked a bit scary.

Wang Zun was also well-informed. After he came back to his senses, the wind was calm and the clouds were calm, without any disturbance at all.

The will-o'-the-wisps stretched from the foot of the mountain to the top of the mountain. They were a bit far apart and Wang Zun couldn't see anything on the top of the mountain.

About ten more minutes passed!

Wang Zun didn't wait for the owner of the wooden house. Maybe he just lived here during the day and went home at night.

No longer waiting, Wang Zun was about to go up to Heiling Mountain. At this moment, a beam of light suddenly lit up in the mountains in the distance and slowly walked towards this side.

Wang Zun's eyes lit up, and he immediately stopped walking out. At this time, most people would not come to this place. No need to guess, the person who came was probably the owner of the wooden house.

The other party seemed to be carrying something, but Wang Zun could only vaguely see that it was a person carrying the burden.

About three minutes later, the man appeared twenty meters away. Wang Zun shook his head and swept the light.

The man paused obviously. He probably didn't expect anyone to show up here at this time.

He didn't hesitate long and came over carrying the burden.

After getting closer, Wang Zun finally saw clearly what he looked like.

He was wearing dirty clothes, had white hair, was thin, probably in his early sixties, had a sparse beard on his face, and had a cigarette in his mouth.

On his shoulder is a hoe, which serves as a handle to carry four earthen jars.

These four earthen pots seem to have been dug out of the soil not long ago, and there is still a lot of yellow mud stuck to them.

"Hello, uncle, I've been waiting for you for a long time!"

Wang Zun smiled and stretched out his hand to help the uncle take down the burden.

"do not touch!"

The uncle looked very serious and took a step back, very seriously.

Then, he slowly came to the foot of the mountain, put down the burden on his shoulders, breathed a sigh of relief, and picked up the towel on his neck to wipe his sweat.

"What are you doing here?" The uncle glanced at Wang Zun, opened the wooden house, and walked out with an oil lamp.

He walked into the kitchen, opened the water jar, took a spoonful of water and drank it. The sound of gurgling water reminded Wang Zun of the water-loving ghost he met in Fengcheng Hospital last time.

"I'm a horror game designer. I heard that this place is very weird. I'm looking for some inspiration. I won't disturb you, old man, right?"

The old man did not have the weird temper that Wang Zun imagined. Instead, he grinned, showing his black and yellow teeth, and spoke unhurriedly.

"What does it matter whether you disturb me or not? The question is, have you disturbed them?"

The old man pointed to Heiling Mountain with a very strange smile.

"I think should not be?"

Wang Zun also had a calm expression on his face, which surprised the old man slightly. It was the first time for the old man to see such a calm and unhurried person when he came here.

Many people have been sent to me before, all of them are young people who want to record live video. After they came, they all ran away like shit, and it was still daytime.

The old man was a little impressed by Wang Zun's ease.

The old man didn't continue talking, opened the noodles in the pot, took the pot and started eating, taking big bites.

The rancid smell could be smelled by Wang Zun standing outside, but the old man ate it with gusto.

After finishing the noodles in the pot, he threw the pot away, took out a cigarette and lit it, and then entered the wooden house again.

When the old man came out again, he had a basket in his hand containing some scented wax paper money.

As if he had not seen Wang Zun, the old man put two candles, three sticks of incense and burned a stack of yellow paper on the roadside.

There was still a lot of scented wax paper money in the basket. The old man hung the basket on his hoe, picked up the load, and walked up the mountain.

After the old man didn't speak, Wang Zun didn't speak either from beginning to end. This kind of person has a somewhat strange temper. Unless it is absolutely necessary, it is better not to speak.

Following the old man, Wang Zun also went up the mountain. The road on the mountain seemed to be built by the old man. He was familiar with the road and came to a platform halfway up the mountain.

This is a newly developed small platform with four holes dug, which should be used to load the four earthen jars.

Wang Zun was very surprised. Other earthen jars could just be placed directly on the ground. Why should these four be buried?

"Since you're here, can you help me?"

The old man suddenly spoke and looked at Wang Zun.

"What I wish for!"

The old man's eyes widened and he looked Wang Zun up and down, looking at him as if he was a ghost.

What you want?

Why is this not allowed?

Wang Zun:?_?

Did you say it wrong?

"Refining four pieces of yellow paper in each pit and throwing them in. There is also black rice in the basket, so sprinkle a handful in each pit!"

Wang Zun didn't ask why, he just did as he was told.

After doing all this, the old man put down the burden and prepared to put one of the earthen jars into the pit.

Wang Zun wanted to help, but the old man scolded him.

"Don't move. This is not your fault. It will cause big trouble. You are very brave, but that doesn't mean you won't encounter anything."

"good!"

Wang Zun did not force it.

Come to think of it, normal people would stay away from this kind of thing, right?

He still wants to go up and help!