After obtaining the quest item, Feng Bujue had to raise the small bell every three minutes to reconfirm the direction. He led Passing Rain like that for half an hour, but they still had not found the Temple of the Hidden Bell.
The forest seemed endless, and the terrain was strange and complicated. The temperature around them kept dropping. Based on their physical senses, the temperature should have dropped below ten degrees Celsius. Feng Bujue's outfit was quite good at keeping out the cold. On Passing Rain's side, she was wearing a pair of long pants, but she was only wearing a sleeveless cotton vest. In this kind of environment, naturally, she would feel cold, and the exhaustion of her Stamina Points would be greater than Feng Bujue's.
"Unfortunately, I can't give you the jacket." Feng Bujue walked for a while before stopping to grab the bell. As he raised the item, he said, "Even my shirt and vest are better than your sleeveless outfit."
"After all, purple does not suit me," Passing Rain replied softly.
"Is that so …" Feng Bujue continued. "But I still suggest you change into an outfit that is suitable for the spring and autumn season. If you run into an extremely cold or extremely hot environment, you should be able to handle it." He steadied his arm, held the bell horizontally, and started to spin slowly. "Xiao Tan's assassin outfit is not bad, but Laughing Soul's outfit is a bit too thick. When the temperature is around thirty degrees, she will have to suffer the additional exhaustion of her Stamina Points."
"Let's wait until this scenario is over," Passing Rain said. "Earlier, I was only considering whether the outfit would affect the movement during combat, so when I was browsing the market, I randomly picked an outfit that was closer to the front, but now it looks like I was too careless." She said thoughtfully, "If I buy again, I'll have to choose carefully. It is necessary to adapt to various temperatures, and it would be best if it has a storage function or camouflage effect …" As she said that, she realized that Feng Bujue was looking at her with a strange expression.
"What's wrong?" Passing Rain asked. She did not avoid Feng Bujue's gaze and used her usual cold gaze to return the man's gaze.
"I've noticed one thing," Ye Zichen said. By then, Feng Bujue had already put the bell away. He made a gesture to signal for Passing Rain to follow him. Then he continued to move forward. "When it's just the two of us, you talk a lot more …"
"You think I'm long-winded?" Passing Rain asked as she walked.
"That's not it …" Feng Bujue said, "From a psychological point of view, there are many explanations for this situation. Maybe you're hiding some kind of uneasiness, or maybe it's because your guard against me is lower … Watch your step." When he stepped over a crack in the rock, he reminded, "For example, what you said just now. If there was someone who wasn't very familiar with you, maybe you wouldn't say it out loud. Instead, you would say it in your heart. Because there is a sense of trust between us, you can think and share your thoughts with me. "
"We don't know each other that well." Passing Rain replied. What he said was correct. In reality, they had only known each other for less than a week.
"I should say that I'm not familiar with you." Feng Bujue said, "And you've read my book, so you should have a certain level of understanding of me …"
"That's true," Passing Rain said. "But you're very different from the 'Bujue' that I imagined."
"Huh?" Feng Bujue laughed. "In what way? Let me guess … it's the appearance that gave you a big psychological shock? "
"No, in terms of appearance, you are better than I expected. I thought you would have a face that was unusually harsh and mean," Passing Rain replied.
"What kind of logic is that …?"
"Yes." Passing Rain did not deny it. "But after meeting you in person, I realized that my judgment of your personality is so wrong."
"Oh? Then what kind of person would the detective novelist in your imagination be? "Feng Bujue asked.
"First, his level of narcissism would be about one-tenth of yours."
"Hmm … That is indeed a problem, but unfortunately, I can't change it."
"Second, he should be someone who is so rational that it's close to coldness."
"Am I not that kind of person?"
"You can be rational and have a cold side." Passing Rain hesitated. "But most of the time … it's hard to say."
"Oh … What else is the biggest difference from your imagination?"
"Do you think this is some kind of reader meeting?"
"Haha … Do I look like someone who would participate in that kind of activity?"
"I don't want to continue this conversation. If you have similar questions, I'll tell you when we're really mature people," Passing Rain said.
"How long will that take?" Feng Bujue asked.
"I don't know. Maybe a few weeks, maybe a few months," Passing Rain replied. "Or maybe we'll never be friends."
"We'll never be acquaintances? Is that even possible? "Feng Bujue was confused.
"Yes, after this period of interaction, I've realized that you have more and more personality traits that I dislike. If this continues, when those traits accumulate to a certain level, I believe … leaving our social circle will be a good choice for both of us."
There were not many people in the world who would say something like that directly to another person's face, and Passing Rain was that kind of person. From this, one could see that her personality was definitely not normal … In fact, in real life, she did have a very serious problem when it came to social interaction.
And in this world, when someone said something like that to their face, ninety-nine percent of them would be annoyed. Eighty percent of them would grumble internally, Who do you think you are?
But Feng Bujue lived up to his reputation as a weirdo. His eyes glowed, and he replied happily, "Wow! You're so understanding! If everyone was like you, how wonderful would my life be? How many meaningless social activities would I be able to skip? "
Ding Ling … Ding Ling …
The sudden ringing of the bell interrupted their conversation.
Feng Bujue did not put the quest item into his backpack. When he was not using it, he only put it in the inner pocket of his shirt. This little bell would not ring if he did not deliberately shake it. Even if he jumped a few times while walking, it would not make a sound. But at this time, the bell rang on its own.
"Hmm … We're finally here …" Feng Bujue immediately took the bell out of his pocket and held it in his hand. The bell seemed to be alive as it kept ringing. If Feng Bujue did not hold it tightly, the item would have jumped out of his hand.
Suddenly, a bone-chilling cold attacked, causing the temperature to drop to freezing point. At the same time, the surrounding scenery suddenly changed. The trees, grass, and stones around the two of them began to appear and disappear. Some trees suddenly became saplings, and some directly disappeared. The grass and stones, on the other hand, changed their positions and shapes strangely.
This scene, to describe it more vividly, was like watching a silent movie. Suddenly, two sets of scenes were edited together and repeated. Although these two sets of scenes were filmed in the same place, they were filmed at different times.
Feng Bujue and Passing Rain were not unfamiliar with this situation. They did not need to communicate to know that this was a ghost.
These days, ghosts that did not have spatial and illusory abilities would be embarrassed to call themselves malicious ghosts.
"Wu … Wu wu …" A girl's cry sounded.
Feng Bujue and Passing Rain heard the cry and immediately turned around. The scene that appeared in front of them would make anyone's heart sink.
There was a thick wooden stake stuck into the ground, and around the stake was a pile of firewood. A girl about ten years old was tied to the stake, and the thing that bound her small body was thick iron chains.
"Wu wu … I beg you … Let me go … Wu wu … It hurts … I want my mommy …" The little girl cried as she begged repeatedly.
"Kill her!" "Burn this monster to death!" "It's this jinx's fault, the Dragon King has stopped raining!" "My father has tuberculosis, it's all because of this little b * stard!" "Jinx! My family's crops have all died because of you! "" Burn her! "" My child was born with a limp! It's all because of you, monster! "
More curses rang in their ears. There were men, women, old, and young, but they could only hear the voices and not see the people. From the content of the words, it was clear that it was this group of people who had tied up the little girl. With regards to the identity of these people, based on the information provided by the tree monster, it was confirmed that they were the villagers from Chang Lin Town.
"Wu wu … Ling Er did not harm anyone … Wu wu … I beg you … I want my mommy …" The little girl was still crying, but the curses around her did not stop. Obviously, this group of people just wanted to vent their emotions; they would not listen to any explanation.
It was not until a torch was tossed into the pile of firewood that the curses stopped. In its place was the little girl's heart-wrenching wail.
Until the last moment, the little girl was still crying and begging, but soon … after a series of coughs, she stopped making any sound.
"Replay of death."
"Replay of death?"
Feng Bujue and Passing Rain turned to look at each other at the same time. They said the same thing in unison, but one used a declarative tone while the other's tone was filled with uncertainty.
They thought that this sad performance would end soon, but it had just begun.
The scenery before them changed again. The pile of fire suddenly rose high into the air to form a wall of fire. After it dissipated, a small temple appeared before them.
The temple door was closed. From the outside, the building was about two hundred square meters. There was probably only one temple for the Buddha statue; it could not have been split into many rooms. There was a plaque hanging before the small temple — Temple of the Hidden Bell.
More conversations drifted into the ears of the two players, but this time, it was no longer loud curses. It sounded more like hushed whispers.
"Now that the monster is dead, why is the trouble in the village increasing?"
"Yes … I heard someone went up the mountain to collect firewood yesterday, but they did not return …"
"That's already the fifth one."
"That's right. Also, the hunter Ol 'Chen and his wife died together at home last night. The whole house was covered in blood …"
"I'm afraid … the monster's soul has returned to seek revenge, right?"
"But that day, everyone buried the remaining ashes under the Temple of the Hidden Bell. With the protection of the temple, what kind of monster can cause trouble?"
"What's the use of that small temple? I see that the monster's mana is very strong. I … I have to invite an eminent monk to perform a ritual. Otherwise, no one in our village will be able to escape … "
These voices floated in the air, and no one knew where they came from. In any case, Feng Bujue and Like Rain heard every word clearly.
After this conversation ended, many figures walked out from behind them. Some of them were monks wearing kasayas, some were Daoists wearing Daoist robes, and some looked like down-and-out Jianghu characters. Some of them were holding prayer beads and wooden fish, some were holding horsetail whisk swords, and some were carrying baskets of strange clothes. On their backs were a circle of peach wood swords, as if they were singing a big play.
However, that group of people all had a common characteristic. That is, their faces were deathly pale. Furthermore, on their deathly pale faces, there was a faint smile that was not a smile on their faces.
They appeared from behind Feng Bujue and Like Rain and staggered toward the entrance of the Temple of the Hidden Bell. It did not take long for them to brush past the two players. When they passed by the two, each of them would turn around to take a look, as if they knew there was something here. This kind of situation was rare in the replays of death scenes.
At that moment, Like Rain was holding Holy Seal in her hand, and she was in a defensive posture. She was obviously nervous. Even her hand that held the sword was shaking. Without realizing it, she had been infected by the scary atmosphere around her, so it was normal for her to react this way.
At that moment, a steady hand pressed lightly on Like Rain's hand. Feng Bujue turned around, and there was no fear on his face. His expression was as calm as ever. "Take a deep breath to slow down your heartbeat. Open the menu to check your Terror Points and chase away the images in your mind." His instructions were simple, and everyone understood them, but not everyone could think of doing so in the face of fear.
After Like Rain heard that, she soon calmed down, and her Terror Points dropped from seventy percent.
"Such a reliable man …" This was not said by Like Rain but by Feng Bujue himself. After saying that, he even laughed. "That must be what you're thinking right now, right?"
"A little," Like Rain replied, but there was condescension in her eyes.
"Does that mean that we're one step closer to 'acquaintances'?"
"Before you said that yourself, perhaps," Like Rain replied. "But now … it has become 'reliable at the crucial moment, but he's annoying because he thinks he's smart.'"
"Fine …" Feng Bujue shrugged like he did not care that much.
As the two of them spoke, the figures had already 'passed' through the main door of the Temple of the Hidden Bell. This scene clearly hinted that these people who came to perform rituals, no matter what religion they believed in, tools they used, or methods they used … In the end, they were all killed by this malicious ghost.
This scene of death reappeared, and it ended there.
The surroundings returned to normal, and when the players looked at things, they no longer felt like they were watching a movie with frames missing. However, the temperature did not rise. It was still close to zero, and the two could even breathe white air out of their mouths.
The Temple of the Hidden Bell before them did not disappear along with the other illusions but turned into a physical object. The bell in Feng Bujue's hand stopped moving and stopped ringing.
"If you can't stand the cold …" Feng Bujue did not finish the sentence.
Like Rain cut him off. "In your dreams."
"How did you know what I was going to say?" Feng Bujue asked. "Perhaps I was going to ask you … hmm … do you want me to start a fire?"
Passing Rain turned her head and glanced at him. "Do you think that trying to cover it up will make it more conspicuous? Will it increase my impression of you?"
"Hmm …" Feng Bujue pursed his lips, and there was some hope in his eyes, but Like Rain continued to stare at him with that murderous gaze.
Two seconds later, Feng Bujue turned around like nothing had happened. "Okay, we've finally found the key point to push the plot forward. I'll go in first." As he walked, he said, "Even though it's daytime, based on my observation, this Specter is not affected by time. We'd better be careful."
Like Rain sighed and did not say anything. She followed him into the temple.
…
"Hey, hey, hey … isn't this setting a bit too cunning? It's a waste of bullets. " Xiao Tan looked at the giant crocodile's body. "If you listened to me and ran, wouldn't it be the same when you're here … Aiya!"
After Laughing Soul knocked on Xiao Tan's head, she grumbled, "Too late."
Several minutes ago, when the monster was stuck, the difficulty of killing it had dropped to a level that could be ignored. Although the monster kept opening its bloody mouth and shaking its head violently, it was an immobile target. Since the players were shooting from a fixed position, they did not have to shoot while moving, so it was easy to take it down.
The two killed the giant crocodile and exhausted quite a bit of Stamina Points. On the way back, they had used up quite a lot of ammo. The monsters in Thriller Paradise would not drop equipment, so there was nothing to be gained. In other words, since they fell into the pool, they had not gained anything. If anything, they had lost quite a bit. This was undeniably a factor that affected their morale.
However, Laughing Soul was someone who refused to admit defeat, and Xiao Tan was more easy-going. He did not mind the loss that much. Therefore, their team's mentality and emotions were not affected much.
"Since it's dead at this spot, it won't budge." Laughing Soul looked at the crocodile's body and said, "We'll have to climb over its back."
This part of the tunnel was blocked by the monster's body, but the crocodile's body was flat. There was a gap between its back and the top of the tunnel, and it should be enough for the players to crawl through.
"Then, you go first," Xiao Tan said.
"Why me?"
"What if … you're stuck there … I can push from behind … Ah! Ah! Fine! I was wrong! I'll go first! "
As Xiao Tan begged for mercy, he hugged his head and ran toward the crocodile's body. Even though the crocodile's skin looked slippery, the monster's back was riddled with holes, and there were plenty of shrapnel embedded in it. When Xiao Tan crawled over, he felt quite uncomfortable.
After he crawled over, he turned back to shout, "It's okay. You … hmm … should be fine."
"I'll strangle you when I come over." This was the reply that came from Laughing Soul's end.
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