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"Task requirements: explore Ancestral Hall Street and repair the shrines in Ancestral Hall Street."

"Task reminder: The people living in the shrine are not necessarily all gods."

"Attention! This task is a time-limited task, please complete it within three hours!"

The system prompt sounded very suddenly. After Han Fei carefully read the mission information, there was a hint of doubt in his eyes: "Repair the shrine? What should I repair?"

He came here to do important things, and didn't care too much about the ancestral hall itself, but because of this F-level mission, he has now changed his mind.

All tasks related to the shrine must be treated with caution.

According to the information we have now, the shrine is the road to the unspeakable, and any shrine must be paid attention to.

"This is still a time-limited task, I only have three hours."

Han Fei walked directly into the ancestral hall street holding the altar, and he could clearly feel the difference between this street and other places.

There is no sign of ghosts, nor can I feel the stench and **** smell from resentment, instead, a faint smoke floats in the air.

Looking far away, the ancestral hall street is not long, and you can see it at a glance. The doors and windows of every household on both sides of the street are blocked by bricks, and weird symbols are written on the walls.

"Can you feel the abnormality?" Han Fei communicated with the neighbors in the spiritual altar, but he didn't even notice any problems when he cried very sensitively to despair and negative emotions.

"The singing voice has been seriously injured. If I were him, I would definitely suppress my breath now, hide in the dark, and then find the right opportunity to kill me. Catch the thieves first. After I die, the people in the dead building and the happy community will Will be divided."

With his brain running fast, Han Fei didn't seem to have any changes in his expression, but in fact his consciousness never left the game exit button at all.

"The singing voice had been severely damaged before entering the dead building. When the butterfly was shot, it was injured again on the original basis, and now it is estimated that only less than 10% of its strength is left."

Various tactics and countermeasures continued to emerge in his mind, and Han Fei had unknowingly entered the depths of the ancestral hall street.

When he reached the center of Ancestral Hall Street, not only him, but all the ghosts, including Zhuang Wen, stopped.

There is one of the oldest ancestral halls in the center of the ancestral hall, and the desolate singing voice is coming from the ancestral hall.

"The singing is inside!"

A few meters away, everyone has already felt the pressure.

The body was resisting instinctively, and I didn't even see the shadow, and my legs didn't feel like they wanted to move back.

The neighbors of the happy community walked out of the spiritual altar and guarded Han Fei.

When they encountered singing at the security company, Han Fei alone attracted the singing into the dead building in order to gain time for everyone to escape.

In the face of singing again, the neighbors of Happy Community will never let this happen.

"Something seems to be wrong."

In the past, all grievances and regrets had to escape and hide as long as they heard the singing, but now it is different.

Everyone moved together towards the building in the center of Ancestral Hall Street. Compared with other buildings, this building is obviously much older and has a special style of construction, a bit like an old house a hundred years ago.

"Before us, it seems that something else has come." The mirror **** behind the firefly dragon suddenly said: "There is a breath that I hate at the entrance of the ancestral hall. Although it is very weak, I can be sure that people from other areas have been there. Past here."

"What is that?" Yinglong found a few thin red threads at the entrance of the ancestral hall. He reached out and touched them, and those thin threads instantly turned into foul-smelling blood.

"Stay away from the rope." Jing Shen said again: "The death building area is full of death curses. The most common here are all kinds of curses. Other areas are different from the death building. For example, these will melt into blood. The ropes. They are called life ropes, which are tied to the ankles of the dead. I have heard the head of the building say that there is hatred in other areas through the life ropes to control the destiny of a large number of resentments, making them all toys Doll."

"The butterfly has just died, is there something that can't stand it?" Han Fei took out the resurrection knife and slashed at the blood on the ground. There was a scream in the blood drop, and then the blood drop turned into black smoke and disappeared. NS.

"The legendary fate is connected to a person's destiny. Your knife seems to be able to cut off even a malicious destiny." Mirror God was very surprised. This was the first time he saw this scene.

"Since it can be smashed by the rebirth knife, it means that the other party is full of evil thoughts and evil thoughts in his heart. We have to make plans early." Han Fei signaled everyone to move forward: "I just killed the butterfly, and now there are other things I want. Come here, you can't relax for a moment in this deep world."

Pushing open the door of the ancestral hall in the center of the street, there are blood-stained red ropes everywhere, and each rope is wrapped with white and black talisman paper.

Swinging a knife to cut the red rope, there was a black coffin in the depths of the ancestral hall. At the end of the coffin was an altar table with a broken shrine on it.

"The shrine on the top of the death building was brought here by singing?"

Han Fei and the owners of the dead building recognized the shrine at a glance. At that time, the butterflies aroused the hidden things in the shrine and attacked the singing with all their strength.

The singing abruptly endured the attack, and then left with the shrine and the old man's head.

After seeing the broken shrine, everyone became nervous. They were fully on guard, and then slowly turned their eyes to the black coffin. The only place in the ancestral hall that can hide people is the coffin.

Several resentment approached at the same time, and opened the lid of the coffin at the prompt of the mirror god.

Inside the black coffin was a music box, and the miserable soul-calling song was sent from the music box.

No one dared to act rashly, and finally Xu Qin took the music box out of the black coffin.

This music box looks very ordinary, but there are two sentences written under the box.

The first sentence Han Fei has seen in reality-"I hope everyone in the world will listen to your singing, and I hope you can touch their heartstrings and bring them touch and happiness."

The handwriting of the second sentence is completely different from the first sentence. It is full of distorted and crazy killing intent. Just by looking at the distorted font, you can feel the anger and pain of the person who engraved the text—"God only blesses those who treat himself useful person".

"If the singing voice is really one of Fu Sheng's three children, then the first sentence should have been left by Fu Sheng for singing, and the second sentence is most likely written by singing for Fu Sheng." Han Fei could see. Something must have happened between the singing voice and Fu Sheng.

"The faces of all the statues in this ancestral hall are destroyed, and all the places where the names of the memorials should be written have been smeared, just like the people who worshipped in the ancestral hall had a name that could not be said."

"Among all the people I know, the only one who meets this requirement is Fu Sheng, the former head of the building. He chose the path of destroying the deep world. He was destined to be an unspeakable enemy to all of the deep world. Judging from the ending, he was beaten to memory collapse. Broken, his name should have become a taboo."

"After singing the shrine and the head of the old man, he went directly to the ancestral hall street and placed the shrine here. Could it be said that this ancestral hall street was originally built to pay tribute to Fu Sheng? If he had not been beaten to the broken memory, this street There should be his gods everywhere."

Fu Sheng's path failed, and now no one dared to mention his name, and his idol was ruined.

Keeping him in mind, apart from Han Fei, there should be only singing.

"For Fu Sheng, destroying the deep world is the ultimate goal. Although singing is his child, in front of the ultimate goal, singing is likely to be abandoned."

Singing is an indescribable existence. How hard has he suffered before he has fallen to this point?

Han Fei still has many doubts, but no one can answer those doubts.

Before he arrived, the song dropped the shrine and left with the head of the old man.

It stands to reason that Han Fei is indeed proud to be able to force an unspeakable existence to this level, but he is not happy at all.

The fate lines outside the ancestral hall showed that besides him, there were others who were also eyeing the singing.

"When I logged into the game, I saw singing crouching in the ancestral hall with a human head. Is he waiting for me on purpose? Want to attract me?"

Han Fei’s impression of singing has always been powerful, crazy, and bloodthirsty~www.wuxiaspot.com~ But when the singing took away the old man’s head, he seemed to be different from before, as if he had recovered a trace of sanity. .

"What does he want to do?"

Looking at the shrine on the altar, Han Fei came closer, and he felt that something was attracting him.

"The shrine was pressed on the altar table, as if it should have been there..."

"Be careful, don't touch the shrine at will."

Jingshen reminded from behind, but Han Fei still grabbed the black cloth on the shrine and lifted it open.

At this moment, Han Fei stood alone in front of the shrine and looked inside the shrine.

The dilapidated shrine has been repaired, but the idol inside has no face.

And at this moment, Han Fei's eyes seemed to begin to bleed, and he heard Ruoyouruowu's wild laughter.

When his vision returned to normal, the face of the idol in the shrine was slowly becoming the same as Han Fei!

"Please pay attention to players with number 0000! There is a great risk to build a shrine for yourself! Please consider carefully!"

"Warning! The death rate for players who build shrines before level 30 is 100%! Please consider carefully!"

Hearing the crazy warning sounds of the system, Han Fei also panicked. He just opened the shrine and did nothing.

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