"Little brother, I think you know a lot!" Pang Yu summoned up the courage to say the first sentence to him, and he still has the memory of being thrown out by this Ji Fangwei.
Ji Fangwei was very unhappy with the word "little brother", and his ears moved slightly and he stopped talking.
Zhou Yan took out a square clay surface with the dent of the ancient coin "Destiny lives forever" printed on it. He took out the candle in the lantern and carefully dripped wax oil on the surface.
Pang Yu also looked closely at Zhou Yan’s fiddling with objects and said, "It turns out that you took that coin before to keep it!"
Zhou Yan "I am also interested in these"
The wax oil cooled quickly, and soon a wax coin appeared in his hand, and he painted it with green paint at will.
[It is detected that the player Zhou Yan triggered the creation talent Lv. Do you start the skill? 】
「yes」r【n】；
Zhou Yan put this aside for the time being. He stuffed the coins into the hands of paper men and instructed them to "hold them"
Two little paper men solemnly walked out of the door with short legs while holding coins in one hand.
Fortunately, the rain outside has stopped temporarily, and Zhou Yan makes them a plastic umbrella from time to time.
"Eldest brother, you should not want to …"
Pang Yu vaguely guessed Zhou Yan’s idea. He had been so bold and admired this person’s idea that even his address was upgraded to "big brother", and he even forgot the fact that he seemed younger than Zhou Yan.
He glared and said, "Is this ok?"
When Zhou Yan saw two paper men with short legs and couldn’t step on the threshold, he just wanted to help them. They saw Ji Fang’s waist bell move one or two small paper men floating across the threshold like walking on clouds.
"Uh …" This person is sacred?
Ji Fang is just like not doing it, and he doesn’t even lift a eyelid.
"Do we have to take these two NPCs with us?" Pang Yu gently poked the clothes of Sixian with his hand, which was cold and cold, and the touch was similar to that when he was in the body.
A few of them temporarily regained their true senses, and they looked at the ground and collapsed. The two NPCs felt strange in their hearts.
Qi Sixian and Hu Lingshen have layers of fine wrinkles on their skin, and their chests have not seen ups and downs. Their eyes are closed and they are not breathing, like two exquisite dolls.
If they act like living people, the picture must be very penetrating.
"Who is this paper man?" Pangyu quivered back his hand, and his skin got a lot of goose bumps.
Muffled thunder sounded one after another as if urging them to go to the mysterious ancestral temple.
Zhou Yan has long known that Ji Fang’s waist-only bell is unusual, and he can stun the two paper men quietly and surely wake them up.
Ji Fang only fingered a bell gently.
Jisixian wrinkled his eyelids slightly and looked like he was about to wake up.
Pang Yu and Zhang Wenwen can’t help but step back. Zhou Yan is still in the same place to check that his occupational disease is happening again.
Black-rimmed glasses, eyes slowly opened to reveal dull eyes and white eyes. He didn’t seem to notice his abnormality, but he wondered that he would suddenly faint.
He slowly got up, his whole body was stiff, his chapped lips opened and he said a dry sentence, "Why am I here?"
Zhou Yan could clearly see that his pale mouth was covered with dense red runes, as if several red sores were all over his body.
Qi Sixian is still immersed in the role of leader of Dongyuan Research Institute. He said sullenly, "Zhou, I need you to explain."
Hu Ling also opened his eyes and looked at Zhou Yan at the back of his dark eyes, but his painted red lips crooked out in a strange arc, his hands were full of wrinkles, and he dumped his curly hair like a mess and said, "I hate how to make people lie on the ground."
Her beautiful and tactful voice turned hoarse and ugly, but her charming and charming manners made people feel scared.
Pang Yu and Zhang Wenwen almost couldn’t bear to look them in the eye, and an idea came to them-Zhou Yan looked at the two paper men very well.
Zhou Yan’s face didn’t change color. He looked at Qi Sixian in a completely different way and said, "I didn’t know you passed out when we filmed the ghost."
What he said is also true.
JiFangWei bowed their heads and covered the slightly curved corners of the mouth.
"I found a villager-"Zhou Yan paused slightly. He didn’t know whether to tell him what happened in this house.
Before Zhou Yan continued, Qi Sixian quickly turned to look at his camera and saw that they were in good condition. After seeing them, he was slightly relieved and said, "Then let’s go. Today is the most dense day of thunder, and we must rush to the ancestral temple as soon as possible."
Before they can answer, Qi Sixian and Hu Ling are all ready to go. They are indifferent to what is happening outside. It is their long-cherished wish to go to that strange ancestral temple and photograph the so-called "dragon".
Zhou Yan sighed secretly. He looked at the gentle girl who still stood. She seemed to have a lot to say to herself. She couldn’t know the secret until she took them to the ancestral temple.
A line of people followed them slowly out of the door.
At this time, there is an unpleasant smell of rain in the air. After lightning strike, the smell of coke and sulfur has just passed a heavy rain, and the village is still silent.
However, there are always people who wander around every corner of the village and hide in dark corners to covet fresh life. Ghosts are also here to catch ghosts and ghosts and start another round of chasing and fleeing.
But if these kids want to hide in the shadows, they can avoid being chased by ghosts.
Zhang Wenwen and Pang Yu suddenly felt that the whole people were not well since they knew that the village was full of evil spirits, and they looked at the dark corner suspiciously.
Sure enough, they saw a pair of small bluish-gray hands sticking out of the shadows and almost grabbed their ankles.
Before it was paper men, these ghosts were still the same kind, but now they are temporarily restored to human beings. Those ghosts no longer hide their malice and want to drag these fresh human bodies into their ghosts.
"Can we walk safely to that ancestral temple?" Zhang Wenwen almost cried. Her original world was not rooted in ghosts. Now seeing it with her own eyes has a great impact on her.
"Zhang Wenwen, I still have a lot of courage for you?" Pang Yu was so nervous that he was covered in blue smoke. His power was on fire. On this strange occasion, he couldn’t control his ability and said, "Where’s your magic gun?"
Listen to Pang Yu, so Zhang Wenwen suddenly remembered her magic gun. She touched her waist and found that the original magic gun was relieved, but she still tried to be brave. "The magic bomb is very precious and can’t be in this little devil."