A wavy horn was added at the end of this sentence. The wavy horn was very indulgent, and the lines at the end were almost flying out of this piece of paper, which was enough to show that the person who wrote this sentence was in a very good mood.

Li Jiuze looked back and looked at the four pictures that had already appeared, representing the scroll that someone cracked. He looked at the very familiar twisted tortoise. He didn't understand what happened just now?

The other party is not just showing him.

The moment he saw it, all viewers who were watching his live view would also see it.

He did not give a fan reminder, but he didn't need to think at all. He could know that his number of fans at this moment was probably unstable.

Li Jiuze exerted force in his hand, and the note suddenly turned into powder on his hand.

The next moment, Li Jiuze's live broadcast perspective was turned off.

[Hahahahahahahahahahahaha!!! This handwriting, I recognize it, Xu Qianzhou, it is you!!!]

[God knows that I was paying attention to Xu Qianzhou because he looked calm and gentle in his glasses...]

[I can't do it anymore, I laughed so hard that I cramped. The barrage and forum were still analyzing why Li Jiuze encountered so many strange creatures in the illusion, hahahahahaha!! They were all turtles painted by Xu Qianzhou, my god.]

[Remove Guan Li Jiuze!! I thought he could deal with the dead. What a thing? The first newcomer was actually fooled by following others' tails all the way.]

[For the first time I saw such a soul-drawing technique... I was wrongly blamed by the witch!]

[Does Li Jiuze have so many fans of Qianzhou from the perspective of this?]

[Because Xu Qianzhou has no perspective!]

[More than that, I am a fan of Yan Xingchen. Although he seems to be dead... I don't give up on this dungeon. I'm still watching Wuwuwu. I don't know who I'm looking at, just look at Li Jiuze, the first in the newcomer list.]

[What, this is another trick. Do those who go to the dead dare to fight Li Jiuze head-on?]

[How did you turn off your perspective? Li Jiuze never turned it off before.]

[It's embarrassing, I guess he doesn't want to drive it anymore.]

[…]

In the copy.

After Yan Xingchen and the others walked out of the secret room and came to the mural gallery, they directly met with the person guarding Huang Quan outside.

But in the short moment, Xu Qianzhou took the teleportation talisman and took everyone away from the corner.

Yan Xingchen has always been wearing the beast-shaped mask of the Qingshan tribe. They left before the other party could react. They were not afraid of exposing his still alive.

Yan Xingchen originally wanted to go back to the place where the corpse was stored and then test Zhiqing again, but after they walked back for a while, there were more people searching everywhere in the Priests' Hall.

They even passed by the priestess and almost ran into each other.

The priestess was taking people and searching.

As expected.

When Yan Xingchen took the first volume, he already knew that Li Jiuze, who came out one step later than them, would not be willing to return empty-handed. Even if he took the second volume, it would alarm the priestess, and Li Jiuze would not give up.

For Li Jiuze, this is a mute loss that he has to suffer.

He had to take away the remaining second volume to inspire warning signs, and had to mediate with the people in the Priests' Hall, which made the priestess feel that it was Huangquan's group of people making trouble in the Priests' Hall.

Now it seems that the results are quite good.

Xu Qianzhou hid in the corner, pressed his headphones and listened carefully, and said, "No, there are basically people on every road deep in the depths."

"Forget it," said Yan Xingchen, "Leave first. Seeing that it's almost dark, we have to hunt spirits and sort out the clues for today. I always feel that the main task of Killing God is not that simple."

Fortunately, they did not come in to the main gate. The abandoned stone gate was located in a remote place and there were no patrolling Qingshan tribe members.

They spent a little effort to bypass the patrolling priests' temple and successfully opened the stone gate to meet Liang Hui.

The stone gate opened and they were moving in the dark for a long time. Now the dark light from dusk outside spread into their eyes. Yan Xingchen blinked quickly in adaptation.

Liang Hui walked up and said, "Is there any movement in the Priests' Hall? I was watching outside, and they suddenly sent more people and almost found this place. I just took some effort to get them around..."

She paused and her eyes fell on Yan Xingchen's shoulders.

There is only a little red glow on the rainy dusk, which is slightly revealed from the West. The dim light and shadows are scattered on the young man, as if they are hazy, and even the paper man on his shoulders is much more adorable.

The paper man had no IQ and would only sway on Yan Xingchen's shoulders. The head made of paper did not even have facial features. He just tilted his head slightly to express his doubts about Liang Hui's gaze.

Although she is not young, she still looks like a little girl. Yan Xingchen followed her eyes and saw her big eyes blinking at the paper man, just thinking she was curious.

He said: "This is a paper puppet technique. Thanks to you who helped me calculate the rules of the cage, I received this reward in the copy."

"...Is it a skill?" Liang Hui asked softly.

"yes."

"The skill you just got?"

"Yes," Yan Xingchen began to wonder, "I am lying on this skill and it's also..." and his golden tear, but I can't say this, "What's wrong?"

"Nothing, I just think it's a bit magical - I thought it was where you learned it." Liang Hui changed the subject and said, "Let's go."

Yan Xingchen always felt that Liang Hui was a little reluctant to speak but stopped.

The footsteps of the Qingshan tribe came not far away.

There was even greater noise in the aisle of the Priests' Hall connected to the stone gate. I wonder if the people from Huangquan did something in the Priests' Hall.

Yan Xingchen's shoulders moved, and the paper man slid down from his body and jumped back to the underground passage of the Priest's Hall.

Yan Xingchen said to it: "Go to the mortal place."

He can't go now, but he can let the paper man get close to him secretly. Although the paper man can't find clues like a human, he can always convey some simple information to him.

The paper man nodded and gradually disappeared into the deep aisle.

The stone gate fell down with a bang.

Xu Qianzhou yawned.

Zhou Wan glanced at the place where Xu Qianzhou's right shoulder's pigeon tattoo was, and he wanted to speak but stopped.

Liang Hui was still looking at the direction of the paper man disappearing, thinking about something.

Qi Wushe seemed to be still in the sudden realization of his thoughts that had just come out of the spring picture, and there was no words along the way.

Yan Xingchen seemed to have not realized it.

He has always been introverted and always knows the warmth and coldness of the world.

He entered the cage just for the purpose of completing his soul. His thoughts and thoughts were just to rush to the list and break the deadlock.

...

At the last moment before dark, Yan Xingchen, Liang Hui and Zhou Wan arrived at their residence.

Qi Wushe took Xu Qianzhou to do what Yan Xingchen had just arranged.

The points rankings in the dungeon were only changed last night, but as the dungeon time went on, many organizations found ways to hunt spirits during the day. Before dark, the points rankings had moved several times.

At the moment when dusk ends, the points of several organizations change instantly.

Huang Quan just added 15 points one after another, and the scores they received during the day were already ranked first with fifty-one points.

As for Dawn, which was only thirteen points, he had been squeezed out of ten.

According to the lies of the Qingshan tribe for hundreds of years, if the evil spirits are all "sacrifices" that die in despair, they will only be more than a thousand points at most.

Every time others get one more point, they get one less point.

If an organization can directly get half of the points, then even if others have the initiative to complete the main task, the first point will not change.

This also led to the fierce competition for points at this time.

And at least ten people will die tomorrow...

The night falls overturned, and the cool breeze comes from the mountains.

The clouds blocked the moonlight, and the entire green mountains were buried in the deep and treacherous shade.

The muffled thunder continued, indicating that the heavy rain that had just stopped for a while was coming again.

Below the green mountains, the terrain at the low place has accumulated water, a muddy area, and the plants buried in the mud emit a decayed atmosphere.

I don't know who's screaming pierced the night sky.

This time, the screams were not even isolated for a long time, and immediately another heart-wrenching scream came from another place.

It's like the screams that people who are gouged on the altar will make.

People say that if a ghost dies, it will remain the same as before death for thousands of years, and will use the same method of death to kill the living.

If those evil spirits still had the consciousness of their lifetime, would they be willing to watch their tribe die as tragically as themselves?

Are the evil spirits turned into by Yao Su and Sang Yi also among them? Or have they become a number without any feelings on the points ranking?

Liang Hui lit a fire in the house, and the jumping flames reflected the faces of the three people surrounding him.

She didn't speak.

She never had any sense of existence in the dungeon. Even when she first found Disha, Liang Hui did not use any radical fighting style. After discovering Yan Xingchen's intelligence, Liang Hui was even more like a hand-off manager. She was obviously the most experienced senior among the group, but she followed everyone's arrangements, and she didn't care about the information and rewards of the dungeon at all.

She has been staying in the appearance of a girl for many years. She should be the most mysterious player. Because of this sense of existence, many people don’t pay much attention to her, and she doesn’t pay much attention to others.

Only today, after seeing the paper man on Yan Xingchen's shoulder in the Priest's Hall, she seemed to be much more interested in the paper man than in the truth about the witch and priest's sacrifice.

Yan Xingchen just now folded an ordinary little paper man. The little paper man was only the size of an adult's palm and was jumping around Liang Hui.

Liang Hui watched with concentration while adding fire.

Zhou Wan was flipping through the first volume of the secret book that Yan Xingchen got.

"No wonder you chose to get the first volume at that time," she said. "The first volume is generally an introduction to all the secret methods. The second volume may be a specific way of realizing it and practicing it. We only need to know how the blind girl has achieved her current strength and find a way to deal with it. We do not practice this kind of evil way, so of course we don't need to look at how to practice it in detail."

Yan Xingchen was leaning on the bench beside him, closing his eyes, thinking while resting.

He had just finished reading the content above.
To be continued...