Rules-based ghost talk game

Namilia and Tang Guozhong went out and came to the street.

On the street, the original scenery was a bit dilapidated and shabby, with dead vines, old trees, dim crows, and gray stone and thin people, but it was within the normal range.

But now, on the gravel road, the light black cobblestones are stained with white fluff and oil stains, and every pedestrian on the road has floppy rabbit ears.

From time to time, passers-by looked at Namilia and Tang Guozhong, and the red eyes reflected in Namilia's eyes gave an indescribable feeling of sadness.

"Two, two!"

Niu Teda chased him out, panting: "You two, you..."

Namilia turned her head and looked at him calmly.

Niu Te swallowed hard, closed his eyes, pointed to the west of the village, and said slowly:

"A year ago, an old man named Daniel moved into the village. He was an undertaker and opened a funeral parlor in the west."

Namilia was slightly startled and looked into Niu's big red eyes.

"I see."

"Well, well, what I mean is, if you have needs here, you can go there and have a look."

"I will."

...

Namilia and Tang Guozhong headed in the direction of the funeral home.

On the way, Namilia kept clenching his fists and then slowly releasing them, while his mouth kept pursed.

"Master, I think that big man is smart."

"Very courageous."

"But, his mental state is very strange."

"Yes, he should know about the problems in the village, but he is restricted by certain things and cannot speak out, so he reminds us in this way. He also knows that we have discovered the problem."

"You're right."

If there is a need, how can living people need a funeral home?

Used here, it means a pun, but it is not clear which one he really wants to express.

First, if you want to solve the problems here and have this need, you can go to him.

Secondly, if you need to buy a coffin for yourself, just go to him. As the saying goes, just look for death.

"The last sentence refers to the old man named Daniel. He is quite powerful. Maybe he will die there after we go there."

"But the strange thing is that from his perspective, Master, if we can solve the problem, it will be good for him. But if we can't solve the problem, it will have nothing to do with him if we die."

"Yes, so he is a good man." Namilia paused and looked at Tang Guozhong. At this moment, they had reached the door of the funeral parlor.

An old man wearing brown leather armor was lying on a dirty wicker chair with his legs crossed and his bare feet dozing off.

There is no white fur on the old man's body, and his ears are not on the top of his head.

"There is also a possibility that this sentence means to warn us not to go. The point is that this sentence is probably not what he wanted to say."

Namilia was silent in her heart.

"Foreigner?" The old man glanced sideways at the two of them, his voice was old but not hoarse, but rather gentle.

Namilia had an impression of this kind of voice. The last person who spoke like this was named Gu Suo.

The lord of Soft City, Gu Suo, is a lunatic who dedicated his soul to the evil god and tried to sacrifice the entire Soft City players in order to be promoted to bishop.

But Gu Suo was still plotted by Chen Quan, so Namilia felt that most of these people were not that smart.

"We came from the capital of Ruan, wandering around and passing by here."

Namilia thought for a moment and didn't say that.

"Yes! I'm here to kill you! Tell me what you did to Yin Qiaoxian!"

Forget it, this is too stupid.

Namilia sighed slightly. He admitted that he came here a little impulsively, but really, he had not been so angry for a long, long time.

"We are from Funong, and we are on our way home now." Namilia looked at the old man, suppressing his emotions and calming down.

"Funong people?" The old man's expression changed slightly. In this desolate land, this sentence has weight. What's more, among the three major capitals, Funong ranks first in size all year round.

Both Desolation and Fu Nong are stronger than the other two.

"To be precise, they are people from the Deserted Church."

Tang Guozhong took a step forward and said in a cold voice: "Desolation should be covered with weeds because there is no one to manage it. Naturally, reason should run on its own without interference, and order should exist. Everything in the world is.

There is a definite number.”

"Have the desolate hands reached out to the outside world?" the old man asked back.

"In order to prevent the desolation of the world from being artificially destroyed, the desolation cultists have the reason and the right to protect the desolation that belongs to the world."

Tang Guozhong had a solemn face and serious tone. Namilia looked at him and understood the teachings of the "Desolate Church" for the first time.

"What you have in front of you is Namilia Hit, the son of the elder of the Desolate Church." Tang Guozhong said: "Your behavior violates the second sub-item of Chapter 14 of the Desolate Book.

Now please remove the man-made destruction and return the desolation to the earth."

Namilia listened and nodded in her heart.

He is indeed an old monster who has lived for who knows how many years.

Look at what this says, it sounds grand, and you can list every specific item it violates.

Although this former "reincarnation of the hanging Lord" always seems not so reliable.

But in this case, rich experience comes through.

Namilia had nothing to feel guilty about, not to mention, essentially, he and others did not lie to Daniel.

Chen Wudao was originally from the Desolate Church, and he was Chen Wudao's son.

There is nothing wrong with what you say.

Although this is the first time I heard about the Deserted Church today, this is what it means.

Daniel, that is, the old man, after hearing Tang Guozhong's words, his face kept changing, as if he was extremely hesitant about something.

"Sir, I am willing to liberate man and return the earth to desolation."

The old man sighed, stood up, and bowed respectfully.

"But you don't know something. The man-made creation of this land does not only come from me. It involves something bigger. I have no right to make the decision. I can lead you to my master, and I believe he will listen to the teachings of Desolation.

"

Tang Guozhong's face changed slightly, but he nodded silently.

And Namilia knew that things were not going to happen quickly.

"Do you know what path and means this is?"

Namilia slightly diffused spiritual fluctuations, and the voice sounded in Tang Guozhong's mind.

Tang Guozhong turned slightly, looked at Namilia, and blinked slightly.

I mean, I don't know.

And Namilia suddenly discovered that after being deprived of his power by the hanging Lord, this man seemed to be no longer a mutant.

Oh, then there is no ability for spiritual transmission.

"My name is Daniel, sir, please come with me."

Daniel stood up and walked tremblingly towards the funeral parlor.

Namilia took a breath and kept up.

There was no weird aura spreading from the old man's body, and in fact, most of the mutants couldn't tell what level he was from the surface.

It's weird, scary, scary, even for Bishop.

They won’t write “I am an xx-level mutant” on their faces.

The door of the funeral parlor was pushed open, and when you walked inside, a cold and cold breath penetrated your skin. The deathly silence was even more profound for a mutant like Namilia.

Because of their spiritual power, the mutants themselves are more sensitive to breath.

Namilia can clearly feel that the breath of death here is very strong.

It's so rich that it's almost dripping with water.

In a small space, a pair of wooden coffins stood upright. The doors of the coffins were open. In each coffin, there was a person "standing".

One by one, the skin is covered with white oily fuzz, and the people have rabbit ears and lips.

It's like less than half of the aboriginal people in Niuma Village "live" here.

Daniel has nothing to hide and can be said to be very calm.

And this made Namilia purse her lips slightly, feeling uncomfortable.

He was very close to Tang Guozhong, and was always ready to use the "travel" of the "traveler" to take Tang Guozhong away teleportation.

"My master is a loyal fallen believer. In this era, the fallen church has fallen into decline. He believes that the desolate doctrine will truly spread to the earth."

Daniel was very respectful.

Fallen Church?

Another one I have never heard of.

Namilia looked at Tang Guozhong's back. Tang Guozhong must know, but now is not the time to ask.

In my memory, among the twenty-two paths, the one with the word "fall" is the path of the female priest, which is also the path of the fallen priest.

The name of this path at the weird level is "Idiot".

This incident once made Namilia lament that Ding Ping was an "idiot" when he was in the soft capital. If there was another "idiot", when the two mutants seriously exchanged tactics in the story world, would they be different?

A dialogue like this will appear:

"What path are you a mutant?"

"I'm stupid."

"Oh, I'm an idiot."

"We are so awesome."

Namilia shook her head and chuckled slightly, it was really interesting.

But the next moment, Tang Guozhong suddenly tightened his grip on Namilia's wrist, and a sharp sting hit her, causing Namilia to wake up suddenly.

No, in this situation, how could I think about these things?

The three of them have reached the end of the funeral parlor lobby, where there is an iron door.

In front of the iron gate, there are two lying coffins. Judging from the appearance, they are more expensive than the ones outside.

Namilia breathed heavily, and he felt a little dizzy. After seeing these two coffins, the first thing he thought of was that this coffin should be more comfortable than the ones outside.

And after this thought passed away in a flash, it made him feel even more uneasy.

No, no!

Very strange!

I should have been affected by the strange force...

This is pollution, silent pollution.

When I was in Jingshan Hospital, I experienced the horror of this kind of pollution.

And the pollution I am experiencing now is more silent than the infection back then!

He suddenly gathered his spiritual power to protect his soul, but he didn't realize one thing. At this moment, he didn't even think about using "travel" to escape!

Tang Guozhong's hand holding Namilia's wrist was already covered with sweat.

"Two adults, before you came, there was also a deserted believer who came to preach."

Daniel talked nonchalantly as he stood in front of a coffin in front of an iron door and opened the coffin lid.

"I don't know what happened recently. I really saw a ghost."

Daniel muttered.

"Are you desolate people just rushing to degenerate?"