In the pothole, there are small dark blue tablets with a series of words written in gold ink, which are difficult to see clearly.
A chill ran from the soles of his feet to the top of his head. Yun Tuan cursed in a low voice and looked around in confusion - there were at least a hundred disposed corpses here, and above the corpses were a similar number of tablets!
This family...
Did you build the house on your own or someone else’s ancestral grave?
Unlike the ancestral hall, how could this Yin Qi be suppressed...
Perhaps it was due to the large number of mistletoes. After a while, the smell gradually dissipated, and the black-gray gas returned to the hole in the rock wall one by one, as if it was absorbed by the tablet.
Yun Tuan approached in small steps and heard the fake Su Lili cough twice and spit out a lot of filth.
The food corroded by stomach acid can no longer see its original appearance. It is a light yellow and thick puddle, and the smell is quite pungent.
Fortunately, this person knew how to turn sideways when vomiting. If he had raised his head, the vomit would have blocked his trachea and suffocated him to death.
"I'll mix up an amnesia potion later. It's best to make this girl forget what happened in the past two days."
【Amnesia Potion?】
Xiao Xi said doubtfully.
Yun Tuan nodded, sighing secretly that the elf's brain was not quick enough to react, "Yeah, amnesia potion."
[Oh~ Yes, yes, the recipe from the host’s hometown, I understand. I’ll mix it up in a while and drink it at night. It will take effect tomorrow morning, right?]
Xiao Xipin was impressed and quickly took cover.
...The amnesia curse song cannot be sung during the live broadcast time, but it can be sung during the non-mandatory live broadcast time.
[You have four group chat messages]
[You have entered the team chat interface——]
[Jinghe]: Good news, good news! We can get to Xiacheng tomorrow!
[Jing Yu]:Me too.
[Jinghe]: Brother?! Aren’t you a prisoner? Aren’t you the Queen of Qiu Wenzhan?
[Jing Yu]: You are too slow.
[Cloud]: The Lord of Xia City has a problem. There is a big cemetery under the house, full of corpses and monsters.
[Jinghe]: Xiao Yun Tuan, why is your painting style different every time??
[Yun Tuan]: Who knows, the system may prefer me.
After understanding the current situation a little bit, Yun Tuan closed the chat interface and ignored Jing He who had been reading emojis.
She took two steps towards the mistletoe and asked tentatively: "Are you okay?"
When she asked, she realized that the monster seemed unable to speak. When she was about to continue asking, a hoarse response suddenly came from the darkness: "It's okay."
"Then I'll put this away first."
Yun Tuan originally thought that the used mistletoe would be like the fluorescent mushrooms leaving the soil, and the light would weaken with the loss of energy, but no, the golden branches were still dry and smooth, and even the sewage had not touched it.
What a magical thing.
The park always provides convenience to players in strange places.
After harvesting the mistletoe, Yun Tuan saw a man kneeling on the ground. His old clothes were hanging loosely on his shoulders. His skin was still a sickly blue-gray color with a hint of yellow. His back was facing Yu Tuan, and the shape of his spine was very obvious.
.
Too thin...
Yun Tuan retracts the idea of letting him work as a coolie to carry the fake Su Lili.
"Can you still go?" She handed over the mistletoe cane.
"It should be possible." The weirdo slowly stood up with a cane, still bent over, and two lines of blood and tears fell from the corners of his eyes.
"Okay, then you walk first, and we will go out slowly."
Yun Tuan picked up Su Lili from the ground and stepped over her vomit.
There is still a smell in the air, but it is barely bearable.
[Anchor, it seems that another anchor is here.] Xiao Xi was unsure.