Rules-based ghost talk game

Chen An and Brother Scar walked on the streets at night, leaving the West District and coming to the South District. There are two entrances to the inner city, one in the South District and the North District in the outer city, and the entrance to the South District is closer to their homes.

At first, Chen An only felt that Brother Scar's breathing was getting rougher, his neck was red, and there was a hot breath coming from his body.

There were a few out-of-towners without houses scattered around. They were woken up by the silence and stared at the two people with cold eyes and hostility.

"Get out!" Brother Scar suddenly turned his head and shouted at those people from the outer city.

This also startled Chen An. After the few outsiders turned their heads reluctantly and timidly, Chen An felt that Brother Scar's steps were even more unsteady.

While supporting Brother Scar, Chen An remained silent.

Until they entered the inner city, Brother Scar seemed to be relieved.

"Brother An, you did a good job today. I will note your contribution." Brother Scar stared at Chen An hoarsely and lowly, and said slowly: "But next time, if you encounter this kind of thing, you can talk to him first

Let me say something."

Chen An moved his nose and looked at the blood on Brother Scar's right hand, which had become slightly sticky and crusted by the wind, and his eyes were a little moist.

"I was careless, Brother Scar, thank you." Chen An looked at Brother Scar's face and said seriously.

Brother Scar waved his hand, moved forward, and held the door of the villa.

He bent over, took a breath, held the door, turned to Chen An and said: "The last person is a trickster path - a horror-level magician.

In the grotesque Juggler stage, one of the abilities of the mutants on the Trickster path is ‘Clone Golem’, so the mutants on the Trickster path are extremely difficult to kill.”

Chen An was slightly startled. Was it the puppet that was hit by that shot?...Why didn't his own Smiling Rabbit know this trick?

He quickly said: "Brother Scar, stop talking and have a good rest first."

Brother Scar waved his hand: "It doesn't matter", and then the corners of his mouth slightly raised: "Grumpy little bird, I am the name of that sealed object. The side effects are Zi Yan, which can be resolved very well. I just need to carry this seal with me."

If I have something, my desire in that area will be stronger.”

Chen An blinked his eyes and understood why every time he went to see Brother Scar, he would either finish what he did or finish what he just did.

"That neighbor of yours should be a grotesque [evil ghost] of the devil's path. He should not be dead. He may be home soon."

Chen An recalled this familiar name. When she bought the sealed artifact before, Sister Xiaohua said that one of the abilities of the "evil ghost" was "scapegoat". This was probably the red kid who was killed instead of Alan Moretti.

reason.

Brother Scar suddenly coughed twice, and his brows furrowed. Chen An just wanted to help him, but Brother Scar waved his hand and said, "I'm fine, you should go to bed early."

Chen An looked at Brother Scar and was speechless. He could only nodded, watched Brother Scar enter the door, and then bowed deeply.

"Thank you." Chen An took a breath, looked at Brother Scar's door, and said softly.

...

...

In the West District, on the street, the cold wind was still blowing, sweeping up the gravel on the ground. The figure wearing a bloated dark green coat slowly came to a broken wooden door.

"Why does it look like she was attacked?" Wang Ziyan's eyes moved slightly and she thought to herself.

Her steps suddenly stopped a little, and she didn't dare to move forward.

Just now, she went to look for Amy first, but failed to find her. Then she went to John's tavern, and Amy was not there either.

In the end, Amy didn't answer the phone.

She originally wanted to ask about the "black market" again, but in the end, as time was running out, she had no choice but to do it herself.

Looking at the wreckage, she hesitated.

"Hello, how can I help you?" A gentle voice suddenly sounded from behind. Wang Ziyan couldn't help but trembled slightly and turned around to look.

I saw a man wearing a top hat, a magician-like tuxedo, and a white smiley mask with red stripes.

"Is this... a black market?" Wang Ziyan lowered her voice and said timidly.

She felt her breasts pounding!

Mr. "Magician"'s eyes flashed with joy under his mask.

Not bad, an unexpected bonus, he thought to himself.

"Yes, you come with me." Mr. "Magician" elegantly stretched out his hand wearing a white gauze scarf, like a gentleman.

Wang Ziyan said: "Just lead the way..."

She is very cautious.

The face under the mask of Mr. "Magician" smiled slightly and strode directly to the side.

Wang Ziyan noticed that he didn't go to the basement, but she didn't ask much. Maybe this place was just a meeting point?

She followed Mr. "Magician" around the winding and cluttered streets and arrived at a low, inconspicuous bungalow.

After walking in, it was pitch black. As Mr. "Magician" snapped his fingers, the candles on the side were suddenly lit.

A wooden table, broken stools, a few cabinets, and a bed covered with a thin blanket.

Mr. "Magician" closed the door and motioned to Wang Ziyan to sit down and not be nervous. Then he said slowly and calmly: "I think you are the invited inviter."

Wang Ziyan felt a little embarrassed. The black market was very different from what she had imagined.

Her eyes under her sunglasses glanced at the window nearby. The window was covered with stains, as if it hadn't been cleaned for a long time.

"Your little sister told me about you, what a beautiful person you are." Mr. "Magician" suddenly sighed with regret.

This made Wang Ziyan’s hair stand on end!

He knows me! He knows me!

The feeling of being betrayed by Amy Moretti made Wang Ziyan feel a cold feeling in her heart.

If it weren't for this polite-looking man, it wouldn't be easy for her... She was also afraid that the man would attack her, and she really wanted to run away from the door!

Wang Ziyan kept breathing softly, and a cold light flashed in her eyes.

The tips of her fingers hidden under the dark green coat were holding a light blue silver flake.

At the same time, a faint feeling of nervousness, fear, and expectation emerged in my heart.

Wang Ziyan took out the golden invitation with black lines and placed it on the table.

"Sir, then you...should know my purpose of coming." Wang Ziyan pretended to be calm and said.

The man took off his mask and placed it on the table, revealing his true face.

Wang Ziyan didn't dare to look at it at first, but she realized that she had to face it, so she looked over.

He was a man with a gentle face, a high nose, and an average-to-upper appearance.

Dark blond, slightly curved hair was exposed from under the hat, and he looked at Wang Ziyan with a half-smile.

Wang Ziyan discovered...that she knew this man!

She had met him in John's tavern. His name was Lin Xi, and he was a frequent visitor to John's tavern!

"We should have met, beautiful young lady." Lin Xi's thin lips trembled slightly, and he said gently: "Anyway, let me introduce myself, I, Lin Xi..." He paused and said slowly: "

At the same time, he is a... deacon of the I-go sect."