My Thriller Survival Game

"Weird? What kind of weird method?" Xu Yang asked curiously.

"Bang bang bang~~~"

Jiang Jianmin did not rush to answer Xu Yang's question. Instead, he picked up the dry tobacco bag in his hand, knocked it on the ground, and took out a small leather bag from his waist. He opened the bag and reached out to twist a handful from inside.

Cut tobacco' and put it into the tobacco bag nest.

The old man didn't light a fire, he just took a hard peck, and the 'cut tobacco' ignited without any fire.

"Huh~~~"

With the puff of smoke exhaled, Jiang Jianmin's face, which was no better than coke, became looming.

"Whenever the ghost mist comes, Baidu Cooperative will come alive."

"(°ー°〃)Hmm?!"

When Xu Yang heard this, he was slightly startled and murmured: "Come alive? What do you mean?"

Jiang Jianmin blew out a puff of smoke again and said quietly: "Every midnight, Baidu Cooperative, which is empty during the day, will become bustling with people. Those who disappeared after the fire in the cooperative will reappear.

At the co-op.”

As soon as these words came out, Xu Yang frowned.

Before coming, Xu Yang predicted that Baitong Mall would be very dangerous, but he did not expect it to be so dangerous, and after hearing so much from Jiang Jianmin, he still didn't figure out who was the instigator of Baitong District becoming like this.

"Is it a curse?" Xu Yang thought to himself.

It has been almost two months since he came to the horror world. Xu Yang has learned a lot and met a lot of ghosts. Being able to control so many people to act at the same time, like an army passing through, may only be a curse.

But when I think about it carefully, it doesn't feel like a curse.

Although curses are very scary things, and can even be said to have no solutions, they are not unsolvable. Different curses correspond to different symptoms. Being cursed is like getting sick. Generally, it is not fatal, and it cannot be directly cured.

When people are killed, curses are sometimes more like punishment.

If the curse is really powerful, then when the patron saint of Niuma Street is backstabbed or besieged, he can rely on the curse to kill those so-called god-slayers. After all, the patron saint's curse ability is much stronger than Qian Qingyue.

At his peak, he was the patron saint, and his strength was at least at the black level, or even higher. Even he couldn't do it, and this so-called ghost mist shouldn't be able to do it either.

"Is it a puppet master or a puppet master?" Xu Yang secretly guessed.

According to Jiang Jianmin, there have been a lot of missing people in Baitong District over the years. If you add the dead people, the number will be even larger. Not to mention anything else, when the ghostly fog faded just now, Xu Yang was lying on the crack of the door to watch.

There were at least hundreds of ghost troops who arrived.

These guys looked weird, and their movements were slow and stiff, but they maintained their formation. The curse would definitely not be able to do this, and besides the puppet master and puppet master, he could not think of anyone else who could control such a large team.

Speaking of the puppet master, Xu Yang thought of the guy who never showed up in the photo studio until the most critical moment.

This guy is the same thing as Nizi, Xiang Qianjin, both old silver coins hiding behind layers of curtains. Since he can occupy the photo studio, it is not impossible to set up in Baitong District.

But after some thinking, Xu Yang felt that it was impossible. The reason was that he knew too little about the puppet master.

As for the puppet masters, according to Xiang Qianjin, since the death of the strongest puppet master, puppet masters have been purged like never before. Even if there are survivors, they are all hidden. How could such a big movement be made?

What's more, Baitong District is not far from 316 Hospital. Niezi was once a puppet master. After all, if the guy dares to get involved in the Eye of the Abyss, if there really is a puppet master in Baidong District, he has no reason not to take action.

Guesses emerged in his mind, but he rejected them one by one, and the question returned to .asxs...

"The changes started after the ghost mist appeared. If you want to understand all this, you have to start with the ghost mist."

Thinking of this, Xu Yang raised his head, looked at Jiang Jianmin and asked, "What on earth is that ghost mist?"

"He is not a thing."

"uh-huh?!"

Xu Yang was startled and asked subconsciously: "What is it if it's not something?"

"He is a ghost, a ghost we can see but cannot touch."

Hearing this, Xu Yang's frown became even more intense.

"How are you sure He is a ghost?"

Jiang Jianmin took a deep look at Xu Yang, shook his head and said, "I'm not sure, and no one can be sure."

"(°ー°〃)Hmm?"

Jiang Jianmin continued: "Who else can do all this except ghosts?"

"...."

It makes so much sense that I can't refute it.

Whether it's the ghost mist, the 'zombie' in the ghost mist, or Jiang Jianmin in front of me, they are all ghosts. If a ghost says that another being is a ghost, it feels funny when you think about it, but you can't refute it.

But if Jiang Jianmin is regarded as an ordinary old man, everything he said seems to become more reasonable. From Jiang Jianmin's words, Xu Yang inferred that he is at least eighty years old, or even older, and a person of this age,

Many unexplainable things are often attributed to ghosts.

Of course, that's not the point. The point is that this place is really haunted.

After a brief silence, Xu Yang asked about things related to Baitong District.

Jiang Jianmin knew a lot of things, but many of the things he talked about were actually things he had never seen himself and had only heard from other people.

After the cooperative reported a fire, a siren similar to an air raid siren would sound at midnight every night. As for where the sound came from and who was responsible, Jiang Jianmin had no idea.

In addition, for a long time after the fire, every time the ghost mist appeared, all the returnees gathered at Baidu Cooperative, while the 'living people' in other places, as long as they did not go out and wander around at night or light up the lights,

If they don't talk, they will be fine, and everything will seem to be back to the original state.

Maybe out of awe, maybe out of fear, I don't know who has great wisdom, and suddenly has a whim, and will perform sacrifices before dark.

The so-called sacrifice is similar to ancestor worship during the Qingming Festival. The three bowls Xu Yang saw before were the sacrifices.

Not to mention, this method is quite effective.

When the ghost mist appeared and hundreds of ghosts walked at night, the family who placed the sacrifices was not only not attacked, but also received invisible protection.

After that, this method became well known and people followed it one after another.

Later, some wise man discovered that even if there were no sacrifices, putting a poster of the cooperative on the door would still have a certain protective effect, but it would not be as effective as the sacrifices.