infinite danger

Chapter 159

The temperature here is so low, but the man in front is wearing a short-sleeved shirt, goosebumps appear on his bare arms. He should not be a local villager, but a mission worker.

Ji Siwei stepped forward faster.

The tall man heard the footsteps and looked back warily.

The man's appearance was as rugged as his figure, with small but piercing eyes, an aquiline nose, and a bushy beard.

The light-colored eyes stared at Ji Siwei without blinking, as if waiting for him to speak.

Ji Siwei stopped, kept a distance of more than one meter from him, smiled gently, and asked tentatively, "Brother, where is this place?"

The man narrowed his eyes, turned to face Ji Siwei, and uttered a deep voice: "Are you a novice?"

Sure enough, he is a tasker and a veteran.

Ji Siwei only brought a small puppet this time, and spent a lot of time dealing with Feng Lin, so he planned to keep a low profile this time.

So, following the man's words, he showed an expression that he didn't understand: "What do you mean by novice?"

"Sure enough, I'm a novice, and I still don't understand anything." The man looked at Ji Siwei's face and the puppet with half of his head sticking out of his pocket, and said without suspicion, "Come with me, let's go find the mission site."

Ji Siwei nodded: "Okay."

Seeing his innocent face, the man smiled heartily: "If you follow me so easily, aren't you afraid that I'm a bad person?"

Ji Siwei looked at him calmly: "I suddenly appeared here, and I haven't figured out anything. It's better to go alone than with a companion."

"Haha, you're kind of funny." The man said, "I'll give you a piece of advice, don't trust anyone here. Also, something weird may happen here. Be careful, as long as you can get out alive, you You will find surprises."

This man is implicitly saying that after the dungeon is released, he will be rewarded.

He doesn't look bad, he's striking, and he might be a reliable companion.

"Although I don't quite understand, thank you for reminding me." Ji Siwei curled his lips: "Brother, what's your name?"

"My name is Sheng Shu, you can call me Big Brother Sheng." The man scratched the bushy beard on his chin: "What's your name?"

Ji Siwei said, "Huya."

"Huya, right?" Sheng Shu waved at him, "Let's go."

The two continued walking along the road.

The sky was getting darker and darker, and the two of them stepped on the stone road, making light and heavy footsteps.

"Woo woo... woo woo..."

There was a shrill cry from around the corner, depressing and panicking.

"Someone." Ji Siwei said softly.

"It doesn't have to be a person." Sheng Shu frowned: "Go and see first, if the situation is wrong, run away immediately."

Ji Siwei: "Okay."

The two turned a corner and saw two girls on the side of the road, one squatting and the other standing.

The cry came from the squatting girl.

She buried her face tightly in her legs, and her long and dense hair hung over her body. Because she was crying so hard, her whole body twitched slightly, and she looked scary from a distance.

The standing girl, with a neat ball head, looks pretty and has a curvy figure, holding a lighted lady's cigarette in her hand, with a somewhat impatient expression on her face.

Sheng Shu stopped and looked at the girl holding the cigarette: "Are you missionaries?"

The girl holding the cigarettes had noticed them a long time ago, and raised her eyes: "You too?"

Sheng Shu nodded, pointed to the crying girl on the ground, and asked, "Newbie?"

The girl holding the cigarette raised one corner of her lips, and said calmly: "Isn't it a novice, crying so much that I have one head and two big ones. If I wasn't afraid that she would die here at the beginning, I would have left a long time ago."

"The situation is not good. There are a lot of novices, and this little brother is also a novice." Sheng Shu frowned, and asked the girl holding the cigarette: "What's your name?"

The girl took a puff of cigarette and slowly exhaled a smoke ring: "Yueyue."

Sheng Shu said, "Hurry up first, it's getting dark, we must find a place to spend the night quickly."

Yanyue threw the cigarette on the ground, stomped it out, and said to the girl who was squatting on the ground, "Hey, are you still going, or we can go if you don't."

The girl raised her head when she heard the words, revealing a pair of red eyes. She managed to control it for a while, and finally cried less fiercely. She sobbed and said, "Where is this place...Who are you all...Can I go home? ... woo woo..."

The novice asked three times in a row.

"Aren't you tired from crying? Can you stop crying?" Yanyue frowned, pointing at Ji Siwei and said, "They are both newbies, why is there such a big difference in psychological quality, I am really convinced."

Yanyue's voice was loud, and the novice girl was about to cry again.

Sheng Shu hastened to smooth things over: "Everyone is a novice, so you don't need to say a few words."

Yanyue was not so gentle, she held the novice girl's arm, forcibly helped her up, and said coldly: "Where is this place, you will know soon, I am too lazy to explain to you, but let me tell you, if you do this If you keep crying, whether you can survive tonight is a question."

The novice girl's hair was wet from crying, she lowered her eyes aggrievedly and didn't dare to look at her, she brushed the hair on her cheeks behind her ears, and said while shedding tears, "I won't cry... I won't cry... woo... ..."

Yanyue supported her forehead, gave up and said, "You can do whatever you want."

I met Wang Yiyi, a weak killer in the copy of Linan Ancient Village, and Ji Siwei also had some headaches when he met a girl crying innocently.

Yanyue reluctantly supported the novice girl, and the four of them walked forward together.

After a while, a winding river appeared in front of him, and a straight stone bridge was erected on the river.

On the edge of the stone bridge, stood four people, two men and two women.

The youngest of them was a boy, only fourteen or fifteen years old.

The oldest is a woman, about 35 years old.

Judging by their attire, one could tell that most of them were missionaries.

Sheng Shu led Ji Siwei and others to the side of the bridge, and asked the four people on the opposite side, "How long have you been here."

A fair-looking boy with a baby face said, "It's not long since we arrived, and we haven't known each other yet."

The woman with a calm face glanced at them, and said thoughtfully: "There are eight people, I don't know if they are all there."

The baby-faced boy smiled, his eyes bent into two crescents: "Eight people are okay, the difficulty will not be too high."

Yanyue raised her eyebrows: "Don't be poisonous milk."

The baby-faced boy was about to retort when he was suddenly interrupted by a scream: "Ah! There is a figure on the bridge!"

It was very dark, the village was surrounded by mountains, the fog was heavy, and visibility was very low.

Everyone's heart stopped beating in shock from the scream, and they all looked at the bridge in unison.

A black figure appeared in the middle of the bridge, and its face could not be seen clearly.

Holding a red lantern, Hei Ying was approaching step by step.

The sound of dragging footsteps became more and more distinct.

The candlelight of the red lanterns scattered in the mist, as ethereal as a ball of will-o'-the-wisp.

"Cough cough..."

The black shadow hunched over and let out a muffled cough.

Sheng Shu looked at the black shadow for a long time, and said in a low voice, "Calm down, it's a person."

The baby-faced boy breathed a sigh of relief: "Can these NPCs appear more normally? It scares me to death."

"You are too timid." A tall boy with deep dimples said calmly, "Could it be that there are ghosts here? Why are you so superstitious?"

The baby-faced boy looked at him indifferently: "You are a novice."

Dimpled boy: "Huh?"

The baby-faced boy hooked the corners of his lips: "In other words, is this the first time you have been pulled into this kind of space?"

The dimpled boy nodded: "That's right."

The baby-faced boy sighed, and patted him on the shoulder: "In two days, you won't think we're superstitious."

While speaking, a black figure carrying a lantern walked up to them.

This is a tall and thin old man with gray hair and deeply sunken eyes, which cannot be seen clearly in the dense fog, like two deep holes. He coughed twice and said slowly: "I am the village chief, Thank you for coming to help. Our village will hold a large-scale sacrificial activity on the [-]th of this month, and we need to use a lot of paper crafts. There is only one paper craftsman in the village, and we are too busy. Our village is short of manpower. Please go to the craftsman’s house Help the paper figurines, and you can leave on the day of the sacrifice."

"A mission has appeared." Sheng Shu whispered.

The baby-faced boy smiled softly: "This time the dungeon is quite straightforward, so you don't need to spend your time trying to guess the mission."

Yanyue clasped her hands and tapped the buttons on her sleeves with her fingertips: "But this kind of situation usually means that it is very difficult just to survive."

Sheng Shu showed a bearded smile, and said in a slow tone: "Hello, village chief, we understand what you mean, so where shall we live tonight?"

"The paper-making craftsman in our village is surnamed Yan, and we all call him Zhizha Yan. His house is spacious, and you can live in his house." After the village chief finished speaking, he turned around and left with a lantern in his hand: "Come with me."

At the moment they stepped onto the stone bridge, across the river, lanterns were lit up from house to house. Looking from a distance, it seemed that countless stars had fallen into the world.