Forces of Temptation

The dead squirrel was soft on the ground like mud, blood dripping from the throat.

Cao Shuguang stepped forward boldly, picked up the broom beside the bed, and poked the squirrel that looked dead.

Seeing that the squirrel didn't move, Cao Shuguang became bolder and wanted to turn it over and see the situation.

But with the death of the squirrel, the light faded and faded to nothing.

Nan Zhou looked away from the spell pattern on the squirrel's tail and glanced at Cao Shuguang.

He quietly calculated the mistakes of the young couple in his heart.

The young couple came straight at them on the tourist bus, but completely ignored Shao Mingzhe, who was sitting behind them, with equipment and an obviously more suspicious look.

They did not have any due reaction to Li Yinhang's leaked self-introduction.

On top of that, after an attempted attack, they were still able to doze off without any qualms, with no normal nervousness at all.

Nanzhou has seen such a loose attitude.

In the half year that Never Town was forcibly opened and opened to the public, he had seen hundreds of such faces.

While enjoying the tension and excitement brought by the game, they also maintained the indifferent attitude of "dead or die".

With Xie Xiangyu's reminder, Nan Zhou knew that they had a unified name called "player".

He is seriously considering whether to let Cao Shuguang die last time, and try to see what happens.

But when Cao Shuguang's fingertips were only half a centimeter away from the squirrel's neck hair, Nan Zhou still said, "Don't do it."

He also represents the 1000 points reward of [All teammates survive].

Nanzhou's reminder made Cao Shuguang shrink his fingers subconsciously.

And just between this contraction, a pink spiky creature swooped from the squirrel's neck.

Cao Shuguang's fingers almost felt the light point of the sharp object.

He was startled, and hurriedly put his hands back in his arms, looked left and right, and was sure that he was not injured, and then he was relieved.

Goo.

The squirrel's mouth wriggled slightly.

The rust-like **** aura in the room grew thicker as the top came out.

At a glance, Li Yinhang almost went numb from head to toe, and the san value dropped 2 points.

—In the throat of the squirrel, there is a strange bird.

Antarctica star took a bite and broke the squirrel's throat, but did not hurt the little monster hidden deep in the squirrel's mouth.

It wasn't the squirrel, but the bird that made a gruff protesting call to the South Pole Star just now.

Birds are fledglings with pink skin, very like a newborn mouse, with a long neck and transparent neck skin, which swells and spreads transparently with breathing.

The bird has a round spindle-shaped head, and a circle of small, eye-like colored beads surrounds its large open mouth, which looks like a begging for food.

When it came out shaking its head, it looked like an alien worm.

Cheep—

It flapped its wings and flew straight out of the window.

It's going to kill that winged mouse!

Jiang Fang moved his fingertips, and a poker card was cut off.

In an instant, the bird that had reached the window was top-heavy, its body froze by the window, and it fell from the air, and its head was not so lucky, and it fell straight to the garbage pile outside the window.

But before the people in the room could catch their breath, the bird with its head lost and its black blood gushing madly turned around twice, jumped onto the window sill, and headed towards the rotten garbage heap. Dive away.

Cheep—

Because the top is scribbled, the bird's head and body are clearly separated, the body is forward, and the bird's head is backward, becoming a hummingbird flying upside down.

The blood and tears gushing from the bird's eyes moistened the fine fluff, making the transparent powder-thin bird head look like a freshly chopped live snake head,

Its vengeance is outrageous.

It opened that tingling mouth and bit Jiang Fang's throat fiercely!

When Jiang Fang’s fingertips twisted out two more playing cards, Nan Zhou squatted on the ground and knocked on the edge of the shoe box, making a little noise.

…directly into the soil, simply and neatly.

Li Yinhang had lingering fears, and just wanted to step forward, only to notice Shao Mingzhe who had slipped by his side at some point.

Shao Mingzhe was very close to her, and his hands almost caught her sleeves.

Because she was too surprised, Li Yinhang made a suspicious voice: "Huh?"

Shao Mingzhe hung his head and hid behind her obediently.

Sensing that Li Yinhang was looking at him, he said softly, "...there are mice."

Li Yinhang: “…”

She was stunned for a moment, and felt that this scene was quite inconsistent with the image of the cool brother he just established.

But when she thought about it, it was reasonable.

People are always afraid of things.

He may be afraid of stuffed animals.

Li Yinhang, who knew that there was a South Pole star on the roof, was a rare mother's love: "It's okay, no mice."

After listening to Li Yinhang's consolation, Shao Mingzhe pursed his lips slightly, and when his sharp white eyes drooped, he didn't look so fierce.

Li Yinhang didn't expect the chatter box to have such a way of prying open, and was thinking about whether to take the opportunity to spy on something further, when he saw him put his hand back into his pocket again, and returned to the same place where he was just now. In the small corner, he continued his impassive silence.

Li Yinhang thought, what a weird person.

Therefore, in addition to the eccentric Shao Mingzhe, a group of people gathered around, like admiring the zoo specimens, admiring the dead bird buried in the ground.

The dead bird is very undignified, with one paw sticking out of the soil, humiliatingly convulsing, it can be said that there is no sign at all.

Cao Shuguang was so frightened just now that he didn't dare to touch it.

He noticed that a spell was drawn on the sand.

The position of the bird buried in the ground is in the middle of the curse pattern bullseye.

He asked with interest: "How did this happen?"

Nan Zhou pointed at the dead squirrel.

The original azure curse pattern on the base of the squirrel's tail has completely dimmed, but it is faintly recognizable, and the shape is exactly the same as the pattern drawn by Nanzhou on the sand.

"This strange bird can stay in the throat of the squirrel, because there is a spell on the squirrel's tail to control it." Nan Zhou explained briefly, "So I want to try to draw a new amulet."

Clearly, it works.

Not only that, Nanzhou's conjecture has also been verified.

…Not all descendants need the assistance of spells.

Nan Zhou fiddled with the sand table in front of him, feeling that he had learned something new.

He closed the shoebox with the lid and pushed it to the bottom of the bed.

The young couple was almost awake. They felt that they could go out with Nanzhou for an adventure again.

They already know that the man who is manipulating the head down behind the scenes is somewhere in Suchara, dozens of kilometers away, and the next step can be said to be very clear.

Although these discoveries have nothing to do with them, it does not prevent them from wanting to follow Nanzhou to meet the world.

Nan Zhou sat on the bed and said eloquently, "Sleep."

Ma Xiaopei: "…"

Cao Shuguang: “…”

Cao Shuguang was a little anxious: "Don't we take the initiative to attack? They know where we are! Are we going to stay where they are and wait for them to deal with us?"

Nan Zhou yawned and seemed not keen on Cao Shuguang's worries.

Jiang Fang smiled slightly and suggested: "You can also take the initiative to attack."

Hearing this, the young couple looked at each other and started to retreat.

Forget it, go to sleep.

The two of them don't know what's going on right now, and they take the initiative to deliver food to others.

Seeing that the young couple was leaving, Shao Mingzhe also got up and walked out quietly.

Sending off the two teammates, Nan Zhou lay on his back on the bed, it seemed that he really planned to take a nap.

Li Yinhang, who was lying back on the bed, was still a little uneasy: "Mr. Nan, is there really no problem with this?"

Nan Zhou said: "Well. There are 11 days left."

Li Yinhang couldn't understand the spirit for a while: "Huh?"

Nan Zhou: "The boss needs to be well protected. If he dies, he won't have to learn."

Li Yinhang: “…”

…How to say this.

It's really a big flood in front of the door, and the waves are coming home.

Jiang Fang, who was beside him, understood Nan Zhou's eagerness to learn very well.

Nanzhou in the dark blinked lightly, thinking, he finally kissed me.

Then it's worth it for him not to scribble on his face.

Thinking like this, he fell asleep in a very happy mood, looking forward to packing and delivering fresh knowledge to his door.

In the other room, the young couple spent more than half an hour awake, and now they have to stare at the ceiling in a daze.

At this moment, Shao Mingzhe climbed to the roof from the semi-open balcony of his room.

The roof is empty.

The Antarctic star had enough sunlight, and slipped back to the room silently.

He couldn't find the little tail that flashed by the window.

Shao Mingzhe sat alone in the darkness before dawn, with his hands on his knees in a daze.

His self-talk was stuffed behind the mask, making him seem a little lonely.

“…isn’t it.”

…

Suchara, in a bungalow.

More importantly, this strong feeling of being played by the other party…

Songpa looked at the messy corpse on the bed, and his expression became extremely terrifying.

He was by the bed, staring at the rotten corpse for a long time, turned around and came to a row of dark yellow clay pots along the wall, and put his rough fingers on the dark red paper seal.

His fingertips rubbed the paper above.

"Kill him." He murmured, "Kill them."

As he fled, he stumbled heavily on the threshold and fell to the ground.

But he got up immediately and continued to run for his life.

He probably never wants to be associated with such a sorcery in his life.

The city gate was on fire, and this pond fish had no other way to save his life than to run away.

In the early morning night market, there is only fruit leaves, coconut shells, and banana leaves.

The sauce of the volcanic pork ribs was mixed with the expired juice that was poured out in the sewer, and at night of nearly 24 degrees, it gave off a sour smell.

Suchara as a whole is a standard inverted triangle on the map, but the inner road is intertwined, he has only been there two or three times, and the road is not familiar at all.

The emcee crashed through the empty street like a headless fly.

…until he saw a squatting figure on the street.

The figure holds a bowl in his hand.

In the right hand is a chopstick.

He tapped the bowl lightly with his chopsticks, ding ding, dang dang.

The master of ceremonies felt that Yin Qi was flowing up his ankles, hurriedly lowered his head, restrained his heavy voice, and walked forward with small steps.

He lowered his head, forcing himself not to look, don't look, leave here quickly.

He guessed what it was, but he didn't dare to think about it.

He walked faster and faster, so much that he ran all the way and turned a street, but he saw the figure knocking the bowl on the street again.

Ding Ding.

Dangdang.

The emcee was so frightened that he grunted in his throat, stopped looking closely, and ran wildly.

However, turning street after street, no matter how he went forward or backward, no matter how the street scene changed, the man was still there.

He tapped the bowl slowly, as if he knew that the master of ceremonies would know that he had nowhere to go, and that he would come to see him when he was desperate.

After seeing the man knocking the bowl for the thirteenth time, the emcee, who had already run out of a **** mouth, was already half paralyzed.

He stood for a while, and finally gave up the needless escape, dragged his pace, and walked straight towards the source of the clanging sound.

Walking behind the squatting man, he whispered: "Hello."

The man turned his head slowly.

It was his own face.

And when his eyes fell on his face, his face began to melt like a candle.

The emcee screamed and took a step back, as if she had tripped over something and fell to the ground.

When he turned around, everything around him had already changed.

He saw that it was the door frame of Sompa's house that tripped him.

There are two corpses inside the door, one is **** on the bed, and the other is separated from the ground.

Songpa was sitting on his knees in front of a pile of yellow clay jars, stroking the sealing paper eloquently, not even looking at him.

The emcee sat on the ground in a trance and slump, thinking, this is the first time.

…Ah, the thirteenth time.

He rushed out the door for the thirteenth time, saw himself knocking the bowl repeatedly for the thirteenth time, and was sent back here for the thirteenth time.

And every time he rushed out of the courtyard and rushed into the street, he would forget that he had tried to escape this matter, and then fell into endless reincarnation.

Now, he doesn't want to run away.

The emcee stood up staggeringly and walked slowly towards the direction of the yellow mud jar.

Songpa did not turn around, but faced the wall with a hideous smile.

He touched an empty jar and smiled lightly to the emcee who had lost his soul and soul in reincarnation and became a member of the Ghost Descendants: "Come back."

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