Rules-based ghost talk game

Namilia didn't hesitate at all. The spiritual power in his mind instantly poured into his heart, and the "journey" belonging to the traveler was used by him.

His figure, along with that of Tang Guozhong, disappeared from the air at this moment, vaguely passing through the spiritual world, turning into a stream of light invisible to ordinary people, and passing through the carriage in a flash.

The next moment, their figures appeared in the forest outside the train, two hundred and fifty meters away from the train.

"What the hell is that..."

Namilia gasped slightly, but the image of "eating raw" still appeared in her mind.

He looked at the forest under the moonlit night in front of him, and the cold and fresh air breathed into his lungs, making him feel a little at ease.

"Master, there are already fear-level mutants in their bodies, and about one-third of them are made up of weird energy." Tang Guozhong said: "That little girl should also be a fear."

"Do fear levels rely on devouring to grow?"

Namilia took a breath: "This feeling is a bit like a dark forest of natural selection. It's like humans are heading towards the beasts again after changing from beasts to humans."

Tang Guozhong nodded unequivocally.

The two of them looked at the firelight of the village in the distance. Namilia was not in a hurry to travel. After all, traveling with people is far more expensive than traveling alone.

This consumption gap even reaches more than ten times.

The night breeze blew slightly on her face, and Namilia was a little sleepy, but not too sleepy. After becoming a mutant, her body was transformed by strange forces, and she was increasingly deviating in the direction of "humanity".

For example, after becoming a "bishop", the body is almost entirely composed of energy. At that time, the body does not need to rest. If it needs to sleep, it is only to appease the mental fatigue, or to make oneself feel that one is still a human being.

As we walked, the forest became darker and darker under the moonlit night, and the air-conditioning around us suddenly started to creep in, creeping in through the gaps in our clothes.

In the shadows of the woods, there were vague and strange sounds, like birds and insects suddenly having epileptic seizures amidst the chirping, or like the wind blowing through strange and rugged rocks.

Namilia is not afraid. In this kind of world that is not a story world, there will be no weird things, only weird people.

However, he has almost completely absorbed the traveler's essence, and there is Tang Guozhong with "unfathomable" strength beside him. Unless he encounters a bishop, Namilia will not be afraid of even ordinary fears.

After all, for a mutant on the "traveler" path, in the "traveler" stage, the ability to "record" is often unable to carry an imprint that is too strong for itself, and the ability to "travel" also implements the entire

the whole stage.

It can be said that it is a path that is not strong in frontal combat, but almost no one can match it in terms of escape.

"Master, when are you going to advance to fear?"

As he walked, Tang Guozhong took out an iron box from his pocket, which was the same one that Chen An had when he was in Ruandu. He took two pieces out of it, bit them in his mouth, took out another yellow paper charm in his hand, and flicked his wrist.

, the talisman burned.

After lighting the cigarette, he took one out of his mouth and handed it to Namilia.

Namilia bit her cigarette, took a puff, and said:

"The clue to the traveler's next stage...the answer, I can feel it in the next node."

Tang Guorong pretended to suddenly realize: "This is why you chose to get off the bus here, young master."

Namilia nodded unequivocally.

Of course, Tang Guozhong was talking about the original drop-off location that was still a short distance away, not the current "unexpected" location.

In short, it's not that far away.

Namilia is also a little curious. Now that her mentality has gradually corrected, she has also thought about it. After seeing the power of Chen Wudao, it is impossible to say that the young man is not itchy. It was just that it was too shocking and embarrassing before.

People are all like this. When you see others who are better than you, you will be jealous, want to catch up, want to replace, and want to work hard.

But if the gap is too big, it means either admiration, fear, or indifference, and the matter is irrelevant to oneself.

But Namilia is still very curious about the fear level of the "Joker" path after the Traveler and what its name is.

According to Tang Guozhong's memory, the Clown Path is also a confusing and chaotic path, a new path formed by "piecing together" the incomplete parts of many extraordinary paths that were once eroded by strange forces.

Clown ---- Traveler --- So what's next?

Namilia knows that every path has its core.

For example, he is familiar with the "Hanged Man" path. Its core is the original meaning of the Hanged Man in Tarot: "seeing the world from another angle/not understood by ordinary people." Therefore, the Hanged Man was born, and the grotesque level was born.

The "monster", the horror-level "twisted thing".

But the endless traveler...tsk.

Namilia shook his head slightly, took a puff of cigarette, coughed slightly, spat, and looked not far away.

After walking for some distance, a small clearing appeared in the forest not far away. There were some ruins there, the ruins of a ruined temple.

The two came closer.

To be precise, the outer wall of the temple is already incomplete, with collapsed rubble piled aside and covered with moss and weeds.

In fact, if it weren't for the plaque that collapsed on the ground under the moonlight, Namilia wouldn't be sure it was a temple.

"Renjuji Temple?"

Namilia looked at the plaque and repeated it in her mind, with a strange look on her face.

This was the first time he heard of a temple with this name.

What, your main business is selling insurance?

"Guozhong, do you know anything about this temple?"

"Master, if you ask me about the great churches of the last era, I may still remember them, but this kind of pheasant temple..."

"Oh, let me confirm, in case it is a temple that was famous in the past."

Shaking her head, Namilia walked into the temple.

There is no other reason. The straight line distance is the shortest, and this temple stands between the destination and myself.

On the other hand, as a "traveller", seeing the scenery on the road can help the traveler digest his essence.

This is the way to "play" a traveler.

It is not far away from completely absorbing the traveler's essence, which is one of the reasons why Namilia was just on the train and decided to watch the excitement.

In fact, after watching the excitement, Namilia found that part of the strange source of traveler in her body had indeed been absorbed.

If the source material is the size of an egg, it has just been absorbed the size of a corn kernel.

Maybe it was also because it was a horror-level excitement.

Walking into the temple, the sounds of birds and insects here became clearer, as if there was still some spirituality left in the dilapidated temple.

Namilia walked into the gate of the temple. In the temple with a quarter of its head upside down, the moonlight filtered through the broken ceiling, and the diagonal triangular hole fell into the temple.

In that Buddha statue.

Namilia looked over and saw that the surrounding facilities, apart from being old and covered in dust, all looked like regular temple interiors. However, the incense burner had long since lost its incense, and the tributes on the tribute platform had long since weathered.

Namilia walked to the Buddha statue and looked at it seriously.

This is a relatively standard Smiling Buddha, somewhat reminiscent of Maitreya Buddha. It has a fat head and big ears, with a bun on its head. It is covered with a weathered stone cassock and holds a mask half leaning on its belly.

It's just that mask, green face and fangs.

"Guozhong, do you think this is a serious Buddha?" Namilia asked.

Tang Guozhong bared his teeth, but after looking at it carefully, he said: "Master, it should be serious. The surrounding furnishings are the same as those of serious Buddhism hundreds of years ago. This temple has a history of more than a hundred years. It should be

It was abandoned during the great chaos at the end of the last century. After all, at that time, Ragnarok, the world changed drastically, regional regions split, new ones emerged from nothingness, and old ones disappeared inexplicably. It was absurd and crazy."

Namilia nodded, then took a deep breath, turned around, and bowed respectfully to the Buddha statue three times. Then with a "plop" sound, she knelt on the moldy futon in front of the Buddha and kowtowed.

Tang Guozhong stood aside, his eyelids twitching slightly, he couldn't understand.

After Namilia finished all this, she stood up, patted the dust on her legs, and walked out of the temple.

After bypassing the temple, Namilia looked at Tang Guozhong.

"Bow down, it will be beneficial and harmless."

"Master, even if Buddha really exists, this is no longer the era of Buddha."

"As you said, faith doesn't care what the truth is."

Namilia chuckled.

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Next chapter "Bunny Village".