Thriller Hunting Program

Xu Xiao's hands are very good-looking, white and thin, like a girl, and can't do rough work at first glance.

So he doesn't do rough work, he does needlework.

The teammates sat in a circle, chewing snacks in their mouths, watching him thread the needle.

The stitches are neat and fine, and the stitches are seamless. Those who don't know it will think that this is a complete happy handkerchief originally.

Wu Shijiu couldn't help but marvel: "Brother Xu, you are the number one embroiderer in the system!"

"...Thank you, even if you praise me."

Xu Xiao unfolded the happy handkerchief, checked against the light, and was very satisfied with his craftsmanship.

As a result, before he could take a closer look, he suddenly felt that the ground collapsed and his body began to fall uncontrollably.

The line of sight fell into darkness, and the process of falling was like an abyss with no end.

Until everyone collectively fell on a pile of dead branches and leaves.

Only Ling Chengmu was different, she fell on Qin Ce.

She bounced up like a conditioned reflex, and subconsciously supported Qin Ce's arm to use strength, and accidentally pressed Qin Ce's gunshot wound that had not healed in the upper competition area.

Hearing him take a deep breath, she reacted.

The reaction was to react, but did not want to apologize.

"Yo, as soon as you change your clothes, I'll forget about it."

Qin Ce glanced at her lightly: "Even if you said you didn't forget it, it was actually intentional. It's easy to understand."

"That's right, you know me quite well in this regard."

The two were irritating each other, and Wu Shijiu was already broadcasting loudly over there.

"Where is this place? We've crossed into the woods?"

Xu Xiao put the Xipa on his index finger and turned it around like a handkerchief. He said, "Maybe the Xipa is sewn, and the system will automatically go to the next level."

"I understand the truth, but what's the matter with the woods?" Wu Shijiu took out the last bag of biscuits from his pocket, very annoyed, "I didn't bring any snacks, what should I do if I'm hungry later?"

"You ate a lot just now, you should be able to carry it for a while."

"..."

Guanyue Lingzi listened, and suddenly looked straight at Ling Chengmu.

"Captain, did you hear anything?"

"I heard." Ling Chengmu took the Xipa from Xu Xiao's hand, wiping his blind cane lazily, "Someone is singing."

"Ah... Captain, don't wipe it. Wouldn't it be bad for you to treat system items like this?"

Ling Chengmu was puzzled: "What's not so good? I use it because I look up to it, and the system should be honored."

"..." Guanyue Ayako changed the subject, "Can you hear clearly what that song is sung?"

Ling Chengmu was patient and carefully distinguished again.

"The female ghost who sings has a big tongue, so you can probably hear it."

"Probably, what is it?"

"Basically, it's like, 'My love, my bridegroom, dig out your heart and put it on my bed; peel your skin and sew a drapery; your affectionate eyes make the oil lamp always Bright; your perfect head hangs by the window and I admire it every night' . . . and so on."

"Nani? Split up the groom?"

"Perverted love." Chang Su said earnestly and taught Wu Shijiu, "You can grow up...don't learn it."

Wu Shijiu was speechless: "Are you thinking too much?"

Xu Xiao lightly patted Ling Chengmu's shoulder: "The singer seems to be here."

"Really?" Ling Chengmu looked in the direction he pointed, "What does it look like?"

"No one, floating here."

Indeed, the song was still singing faintly, but no figure appeared in the field of vision.

There was only a black lacquered coffin, carrying a bright red sedan chair, floating over like Noah's Ark, and landing accurately in front of everyone.

Everyone gathered around curiously.

"The coffin is made of willow," Xu Xiao said. "There are rumors among the people that it is unlucky to use willow as a coffin, and it is easy to cut off children and no grandchildren."

Ling Chengmu glanced at him: "It's all ghost brides, and it means that the bridegroom is also dead.

"...It makes sense."

"This sedan chair is also empty, maybe the player needs to sit in it."

And according to the excerpt from the nursery rhyme, put on the sewn handkerchief and sit in.

Guanyue Ayako is very team-minded, and immediately raised her hand: "I'll try it."

She took the happy handkerchief from Xu Xiao's hand and put it on her head and was about to dig into the sedan chair. Who would have thought that before her left foot stepped up, the person was already bounced out by an invisible force.

Ling Chengmu took a step back, put his hand around her waist, and stabilized her.

"What's up?"

"I can't get in." Guanyue Lingzi was very aggrieved, "It should be a limitation of the system. This has happened before. With the psychic buff, I can't take shortcuts in some levels."

To put it bluntly, the psychic buff is considered a cheater, and the system will set obstacles in some aspects, which is a kind of balance mechanism.

"Then I'll come." Ling Chengmu took Xipa and went straight into the sedan chair.

Sure enough, this time it was a success.

The others waited for a long time, but didn't find anything special. Later, it was Wu Shijiu who realized the crux of the problem.

"Hey, there must be people lying in the coffin, right? There are only brides and no grooms yet. Isn't this the theme of yin marriage?"

Guanyue Ayako suggested: "I don't know what will happen next, just in case, let's choose the strongest one to be the bridegroom."

Xu Xiao smiled and waved: "Then I'm not qualified."

Chang Su also waved his hands: "I don't look like a groom. I sing in the song. The groom is handsome, and he has to be finished...a perfect head."

"Oh, then Executive Qin will have to work hard." Wu Shijiu made a deep expression, "After all, no one in our team looks more perfect than Executive Qin."

Guanyue Lingzi and Xu Xiao applauded and agreed.

Qin Ce was silent for a long time and glanced up.

He was silent most of the time, his eyes were clear and indifferent, and he always gave people an invisible sense of oppression. Except for Ling Chengmu, everyone else was a little scared.

For example, at this moment, they found that he was not very happy, and the four people stopped proposing one after another.

However, Qin Ce did not refuse in the end. He raised his hand and pushed the coffin lid. The coffin lid opened in response, and the sedan still stopped steadily on it.

The inside of the coffin was empty, with only a willow pillow inside, and dozens of yellowed talisman papers were densely pasted in the corners, making it particularly gloomy.

He lay in.

Guanyue Lingzi pointed her head to observe: "Simi Masai, Mr. Qin, can you help to tear off those talismans? Intuition tells me that it will be useful."

After a long while, Qin Ce tore off all the talismans and handed them to her in a bundle.

After doing all this, the lid of the coffin closes automatically.

At this time, Ling Chengmu opened the curtain of the sedan chair: "Is it over?"

Wu Shijiu made an OK gesture: "It's over, Sister Orange."

"Well, so I'll follow the song later and dismember the groom, right?"

"……Can not!"

In this way, Ling Chengmu sat in the sedan chair, Qin Ce lay in the coffin, and the other four teammates lifted the four wooden sticks at the bottom of the coffin.

In view of the uneven height of everyone, Wu Shijiu was the shortest and Chang Su was the tallest, so Chang Su had to bend over and Wu Shijiu had to stand on tiptoe.

The scene was a little weird and a little funny.

The moment they officially lifted the coffin and sedan chair, the dense forest shrouded in mist suddenly stretched out a dirt road covered with dead branches.

After walking along this road for about half an hour, the four of them were exhausted and finally saw the dawn.

...or can't be called the dawn.

Because the front is a wide and silent ancient river.

The dim sun shines through the thick clouds on the sparkling river, and the wind blows and stirs the ripples. The color of the river is slightly green, and it looks like an indistinct face from a distance.

Chang Su wondered: "Are we going to... swim over?"

Soon, his questions were answered.

The four wooden sticks at the bottom of the coffin broke out of their control in an instant, carrying the coffin and the sedan chair above it like a fly, and slid toward the ancient river in the distance.

Wu Shijiu panicked and shouted: "Ah, ah, Sister Orange! Executive Qin! Hurry up and chase ah ah ah!!!!"

Chang Su and Xu Xiao really tried their best to chase, but no matter how fast they run, there is no way that a coffin can run faster (…)

The two stopped and stood there in a daze, watching the coffin plunge into the bottom of the river and disappear in minutes.

It turned out that they didn't even have time to worry about Ling Chengmu and Qin Ce.

An ominous premonition struck her heart, and Guanyue Ayako turned around abruptly, her face changing slightly.

"Minasang, that...that's..."

In the mottled shadows of the trees, there are countless zombies, or wearing filial piety clothes and hats, or wearing wedding dresses, or wearing Liyuan costumes, or wearing Manchu flag costumes...

What they have in common is that, without exception, they raised their hands and jumped forward.

And jumping very fast, it is roughly estimated that it will not take more than half a minute to surround here.

There is an endless river behind, and there is no way to retreat.

The situation was about to break out, and Wu Shijiu collapsed, grabbed his braid, and lamented aloud.

"What the **** is this collection of ancient horror stories? Fuck!!!"

...

The moment the coffin fell into the water, the sedan chair also automatically detached and sank to the bottom of the river.

Seeing that the situation was not good, Ling Chengmu took a sigh of relief in advance, decisively took off the Xipa, opened the car curtain, and swam out.

The river water was clearer than she had imagined, and when she opened her eyes underwater, she could see the coffin that was still sinking in front of her.

She speeded up and finally touched the coffin, but the resistance of the water flow was too great, and she couldn't push the lid off at all.

She put her ear on the lid of the coffin and tapped it hard. After a while, she heard the same tapping response from inside.

Qin Ce was still alive, and it seemed that nothing had happened.

The humming sound in her ears was like the roar of a motor. She had no other option but to hold on to the lid of the coffin temporarily and let the coffin continue to sink, eventually being drawn into the dark and unknown whirlpool.