A Genius and a God Fell In Love

"What's wrong?"

He asked with a nonchalant look on his face. "Oh it's all right."

The woman straightened up and said, "We need to be more vigilant. When we enter the village, it won't be peaceful."

His face was full of beard and he didn't speak.

He frowned and looked around, his gaze resting on the big tree not far away.

It was a large willow tree of some age, with a thick stump growing along the mountain.

The branches above are bent and stretched, and the lush branches and leaves are like big umbrellas...

"Brother Beard, look."

With a face full of confusion, he was shocked to realize that he was staring at the willow tree and saw a cold sweat all over his body.

He pursed his cold lips.

The moonlight was faint, and the big dark willow tree stood quietly at the entrance of the village.

Like the three-headed dog at the gate of hell, it is as quiet as a statue when no one is near, but as long as outsiders are found...

Behind the willow trees you can vaguely see houses scattered at the foot of the mountain.

"Those houses look so much like haunted houses..."

A certain ghost village broadcast by a horror adventure anchor appeared in the minds of players.

I shivered all over, and felt that my scalp was numb, almost exploding.

Nangong Nan also looked at the village.

The overall feeling of this village is quiet, deathly quiet.

As the old lady said, it is not popular.

She turned to look at the old man.

The old man was indifferent to the player's strangeness, and walked onto the incomplete wooden bridge with a lantern.

For a moment, Nangong Nan thought he saw the guide to Huangquan.

"Come with me."

The old woman's voice was soft and kind, "Walking across this bridge and passing through the willow branches, we're here."

The player whispered: "I heard that willow trees attract ghosts."

"Fuck, don't add to my fear. I'm scared enough."

"I heard that willow trees can ward off evil spirits."

"You misunderstood. The willow tree is a famous ghost tree in ancient legends."

Several timid players trembled in fear, "Stop talking..."

He followed the old lady with a beard on his face and asked, "Where are your children? Have they all moved away?"

The old man sighed sadly and shook his head slightly: "They are all sad things. It doesn't matter if you don't mention them or not."

The woman went over and tugged on her bearded sleeve and said, "We'll ask Old Man Gao about it later."

The group followed the old woman across the plank bridge.

When I came to the willow tree, I realized that it was bigger than what I saw from a distance.

It can be said that it is ridiculously big, with lush branches, and looks as black as a decades-old cypress tree from top to bottom, giving people a terrifying and depressing feeling.

The old woman opened the branches and walked inside.

She said: "The tall man followed the old woman and walked bent down. Be careful not to break the willow branch. This willow tree is the same age as our village, haha~"

The woman's eyes moved slightly, she looked deeply at the willow tree a few times, and wrote down the old man's words.

An NPC's words sometimes seem casual, but actually need to be thought about.

On the other hand, Nangong Nan had almost no expression from beginning to end.

Everyone is pushing forward, no one wants to fall behind.

The thin girl was squeezed and pushed to the back.

Nangong Nan doesn't care.

She swept her eyes and took a closer look at the big willow tree.

When she reached the tree stump, she raised her hand and touched it.

The bark of the tree can be seen wriggling with the naked eye, slowly converging into a dark tree hole in the form of a vortex.

Nangong Nan paused, "Why, are you opening your mouth so wide, waiting for a goal?"

"Click"

The mouth of the black hole suddenly closed, and the vortex disappeared, turning into ordinary tree bark.

The little short hand said this girl is a devil.

That's not wrong at all.

"Oh my God! Why did you break the branch?"

Nangong Nan turned around, she was a few steps behind, pursed her lips and followed.

A young boy held a broken willow branch in his hand.

His wrists were shaking and his eyes were vacant.

It seemed like he was petrified, but also like he hadn't yet reacted to the situation in front of him.

The woman said angrily: "What's the matter with you? Didn't you hear what the NPC old lady said?"

"I, I didn't mean it."

The young man's lips were trembling and he was stammering when he spoke, "These willow sticks blocked my sight and hit my face so much that I pushed them as soon as I got angry. I didn't expect..."

"I didn't mean it, really."

The players looked at each other and no one spoke, but the reproach and defense in their eyes was very obvious.

The young man was frightened and at a loss, "You believe me, please believe me."

The woman said: "Now it's not a question of whether you believe it or not. The question is that you broke the wicker."

"I didn't mean it, the wicker is too brittle, it's not me..."

He glanced at the old lady leading the way with a confused look on his face and said, "Throw away the wicker and follow."

After saying that, he turned and left.

The woman frowned, followed him and said something to him, then interrupted her with a face full of nonsense, "Just wait and see what happens."

The others quickly followed. The young man regained his composure, threw the willow branch and chased after him.

The sparse moonlight made the dense willow branches even more eerie and cold.

Nangong Nan looked up, feeling an inexplicable depression coming from his head. The more he looked at it, the more uncomfortable he felt, as if it was about to swallow him up.

She looked away, rubbed her forehead and walked away.

When I saw the broken wicker out of the corner of my eye, I suddenly remembered the restorer I saw in the black cloth maze.

There is no ban on damaging game props in this round of the game, so there is no need for him to repair them.

So he has gone to other games now?

There are so many games, can he handle it all by himself?

Nangong Nan walked forward slowly, thinking of another thing.

She hadn't met the Fixer in the first two games, not even once.

Even if calculated on a proportional basis, it is impossible not to encounter them once.

Why did we meet him at the beginning of the third game?

She thought carefully about what the Restorer had said.

He said there were too many players and he felt dizzy, so he usually didn’t watch the game.

He also said that damaged game props need not be repaired.

So, is he suddenly interested?

Bored, do you want to stretch your muscles?

Nangong Nan can be sure that with this person's temperament, if she asked her like this, he would definitely answer like this.

Through the thick wicker trees, you can see the village.

There is a large rock at the entrance of the village with mottled characters carved on it.

It's just that the surface is covered with vines and weeds, making it hard to see clearly.

The young man was tapped on the shoulder, "Hey, are you okay? Do you feel any discomfort?"

"It's okay, thank you for your concern."

The player who tapped him on the shoulder said, "Be careful in the future."

"Yeah." The boy scratched his hair, his scalp was a little itchy.

He didn't pay attention and followed the others into the village.

From the village head to the residential area, we have to pass through a flat road.

Overgrown with weeds, there is almost no footing.

The players walked carefully and hard step by step. The old man used crutches to push away the weeds and stepped on them casually.

Looking at it this way, it seems that the steps are lighter than those of the players.

She sighed and said, "It's abandoned. We two old guys can't even take care of it. In a few years, when we die, this place will completely become a barren mountain."

"Oh my God, look!"

Everyone looked over quickly.

My pupils dilated instantly, and my back was wet with cold sweat...

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