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Chapter 106 "Blue Face and Fangs"

After finishing his next script and wandering around the forum, Xu Shuo left the script space.

The rental house was pitch black, only the lights from some streets came in from the closed balconies, slightly illuminating the empty house.

A feeling of hunger came from his stomach. After sitting for a meeting, Xu Shuo got up and went to the kitchen, took out the cabbage from the refrigerator, and slowly prepared his late dinner.

After dinner, he went back to his room and turned on his laptop to continue his work. When it was ten o'clock in the evening, the screen of his phone lit up with a ding-dong.

Xu Xi sent a "good night", Xu Shuo clicked a quick reply, and then continued to look at the computer.

The two of them don't have much communication in normal times. After all, one of them is living in school and the other is busy with work. Apart from occasional other greetings, text messages are densely packed with "good night" and "good night" at different times, so as to confirm whether the other party is still alive.

……

The next morning.

Xu Shuo came to the studio early in the morning again, and started to work energetically. The dark circles under his eyes have disappeared a lot, and he seems to have regained his energy.

After eating fast food at noon, Xu Shuo checked the time, then removed the documents on his desk, and chose a less awkward position to lie down and prepare for a nap.

According to the player's handbook, the 48-hour countdown has ended. This time, he will take the initiative.

Otherwise, if he suddenly faints while working, he might wake up in the hospital again.

Xu Shuo clicked the [Enter Game] sign, and soon, his consciousness began to sink, as if falling into the dark deep sea.

This time, he didn't suddenly appear in the script world, but in a darkness where you can't see your fingers.

[Your mentor "Hong Rao" has selected the game script for you as "Blue Faced Fangs". Would you like to enter? 】

The only luminous object in front of him is a translucent blue panel.

Xu Shuo looked down, but even with light, he couldn't see his hands. He tried to touch his body but couldn't find anything. It seemed that there was only consciousness.

Then, among the system options of "random" and "enter", Xu Shuo chose the latter.

……

"Blue Faced Fangs"

There are legends of ancient ghosts in the village hidden in the mountains. At night, the "green-faced fangs" haunt the fields with the sound of water, ruthlessly harvesting the lives of night walkers, leaving a hideous and terrifying face in everyone's heart.

After stepping into the realm of the abyss, this legend has been created by countless people. Can you get rid of the ghost in your heart?

[Main task: Grab the blue-faced fangs. 】

Xu Shuo opened his eyes and looked around first.

This is a spacious room, but the white walls have turned yellow and cracked, and a large piece of the wall skin close to the floor has peeled off, exposing the gray cement inside.

The floor of the house is also a concrete floor, which is slightly uneven, but it is very stable to step on.

Xu Shuo got up and walked around. He looked at the bed he was sitting on just now. It was a very common wooden barbed bed in the countryside. The other furniture in the room were also full of this retro feeling.

This seems to be, dreaming back to the 80s and [-]s.

But this kind of configuration is considered a big family in the countryside, right?

Xu Shuo opened the character panel. His current identity is the son of the village chief of Qingliu Village. He is already in his thirties and still a bachelor. However, because the old village chief disappeared for a long time and has not returned for a long time, he is now the acting village chief.

After reading the character information, Xu Shuo was startled suddenly, walked to the table, picked up the red framed mirror with a beautiful woman printed on the back, and looked at his current appearance.

With scorched skin and chapped feet, thick eyebrows and big eyes, and an unshaven beard, he is not a good person at first glance!
It turns out that he looks like this when he is in his 30s?

Xu Shuo touched his rather rough face, looked at the rather similar eyebrows and eyes in the mirror, and suddenly felt a little funny.

However, it's not about eating by face anyway.

Xu Shuo put down the mirror and groped around in the house for a while, but to no avail, he turned and walked outside.

It was noon at this time, and the sun was just right outside. The village chief's house was on a slightly higher terrain, and half of the village could be seen at a glance.

There are three mountains here, and a small river flows down from the mountain, almost traversing the entire village. The sun is shining down, and there are lush trees not far away, and large tracts of fields are neatly arranged at the foot of the mountain.

The smoke from cooking is lingering above the village, and there is not only the particularly refreshing forest game in the air, but also the most primitive fragrance of rice.

He just finished his lunch, do he want to eat again?
After Xu Shuo briefly surveyed the beautiful village, he walked down the mountain.

It is noon now, and there are not many people working in the fields.

The avenue of the village is not the kind of muddy dirt road, but the ground is compacted with cement. Although it is a bit uneven, it is extraordinarily stable and stable to walk on.

Although most of the houses of every household are red brick and tile houses, there are also many newly built one-story houses with white walls. Even in the village, there are well-built country supermarkets and farmhouses.

Looks like a well developed village.

And all of this stems from the "legend" that flourished.

Qingliu Village has a ghost legend of "green-faced fangs". Because of this extraordinarily curious thing, and because of the good environment of the village, many tourists from outside are attracted to come here for vacation.

Moreover, the trend of this legend has intensified recently, and it seems to be true that it has been passed on to the outside world, which has attracted a large number of young people to flock to consume.

The village is developed by such tourism.

……

At this time, a white car was driving on the road outside the village, bumping all the way to a stop at the entrance of Qingliu Village.

Two people came down from above.

It was April, wearing a long-sleeved shirt with a vest jacket, carrying a black hiking bag, a capable woman stood on the side of the road, stretched while looking at the idyllic scenery ahead.

The other person who came down was a tall and thin man in a gray windbreaker, wearing glasses and looking polite.

"Say it first, don't interfere with my business." The man showed a bit of impatience, looking at the archway at the entrance of Qingliu Village with unclear eyes.

"Okay, thank you for your ride!"

The woman patted him on the shoulder generously, then took out a camera from her backpack, turned around and walked into the village first.

It seems that the two are not in the same group, but just met in the middle of the relationship.

The avenue at the entrance of the village is very long, with fields on the left and mountains on the right, and a long whitewashed wall below the mountain wall.

The white wall is about two meters high, and some abstract figures or various landscape paintings are painted on it. The colors are gorgeous and eye-catching, just like creative paintings on the street.

At this time, the end of the wall of more than [-] meters has not been finished.

A girl in a floral skirt was standing there, holding paints and paint brushes in her hands, but she didn't move a single stroke, and she felt at a loss.

At this moment, she seemed to sense someone approaching, the girl turned her head and saw a woman walking towards her.

"Hey, this is the wall full of legends?" The woman said, raising the camera to take a picture, and asked familiarly: "Are you all painting?"

"I drew it." The girl blurted out.

After she finished speaking, she narrowed her eyes slightly to look at this strange woman, then turned her head to look at the man in the windbreaker who was also coming from behind.

Has the story already begun?
　Urgent!Book friends, do you have any good script inspiration for me? I only have four scripts left, and I am about to run out!Want some fun inspiration! !
　　
　
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