Xuanmen boss in the horror game card BUG

Chapter 12 Dao is Dao, Very Dao

The costumes are full of resentment.

But now that someone is killed, the anger is relieved, and there is no threat.

"How did you do it?" Yan Lan withdrew her gaze.

"That male student named Yin Tinglun was very clever. He asked us to find rewards from the sleeves of costumes during performances."

Feng Xuanming continued: "Amateurs will throw reward money to opera performers, maybe it is the paper money to be used."

[However, this group of clothes is likely to attack us. I am more flexible. I will come to find them. You can help me stop them. 】

Yin Tinglun braced himself up, his eyelids were still red:
[Although I am afraid of snakes and timid, I will not hold you back. 】

"These clothes really strangle people with their sleeves, like a hanged ghost."

Feng Xuanming smiled wryly, "Then we took a lot of effort to get the paper money from them - there was a time when Fan Minghu was a few steps too late, and Yin Tinglun almost died, and I went to save them."

Yan Lan thought for a while before she met her face: Fan Minghu is the yellow-haired one who looks a little weak.

The watch Patek Philippe is a rich second generation.

【you do this delibrately!You want to kill me! 】Yin Tinglun said angrily while clutching his sore throat.

Fan Minghu yelled back with a guilty conscience: 【I was just one step too late, who told you to be so weak!Don't know how long to hold on? ! 】

"and then?"

"Then we got two pieces of paper money with black dragons painted on them, which were thin and skin-like—these two pieces on the stage."

Feng Xuanming wiped his face and said wearily:

"It's actually three, but Fan Minghu hid one and was discovered by Yin Tinglun. Yin Tinglun got into an argument with him and was pushed to the ground by Fan Minghu."

[You are a poor student who is still young, what is the value of being alive?The machine of society does not need as many screws as you! 】

Fan Minghu clenched the three pieces of paper money tightly in his hands, and sneered:
[And you, the food delivery guy, two poor bastards, bah!In the future, they will move bricks and work for us! 】

He squinted at Yin Tinglun on the ground and the delivery man next to him:
【It's better to wait for me to go out and arrange a good cemetery for you. People like you can't afford a good cemetery for a lifetime of work, hahahaha...】

Yin Tinglun was so angry that his hands trembled, he suddenly rushed to Fan Minghu, and threw the "paper money" to Feng Xuanming.

Then he gritted his teeth, and in despair, almost tearing his face, gnashed his teeth and tore off Fan Minghu's snake ring, growling angrily:
[In the face of life and death, who do you think you are superior to? ! 】

"Yin Tinglun destroyed Fan Minghu's snake ring and was convicted of killing him directly, and then his snake ring exploded.

"I just, I don't understand..."

Feng Xuanming looked at Yan Lan, forced a smile that was uglier than crying, wanted to bite his lip but couldn't help but choked up, and tears hit his hands full of calluses and frostbite:
"You said that this person now... why does he even want to divide the rights of life and death?"

Yan Lan was silent.

[...Thinking of my dad, everyone, no culture, no ability, no pension, and a busy life to the end of his life]
[We don't understand why, but looking at his face that was wrinkled by the wind, he suddenly felt suffocated and uncomfortable, as if someone had strangled his neck, damn it, I want to cry, shit! ]
[I can't even afford the cemetery in the city, I'm afraid that before the 20-year property right expires, someone will dig it up and throw it away hahaha]
[Designated Reward Paradise Coin×6]
[It’s not that I’m pouring cold water, everyone, if you can’t survive, no amount of rewards will help you]
[Yeah, the next stop is the Aquarium Museum, which is one of the three serious strange stories in Paradise]
"You just said," Yan Lan paused, "Yin Tinglun destroyed Fan Minghu's snake ring?"

"Yes."

Feng Xuanming wiped away his tears and nodded, "Is there any problem?"

"No."

Yan Lan was silent for two seconds, then took out the last wet wipe and handed it to the crying middle-aged man, with a low and peaceful voice:
"Wipe the blood and go to the museum as soon as possible."

She was about to leave after speaking, when she caught a glimpse of something out of the corner of her eye.

On the edge of the stage, there is a very pale light green petal.

……

Seeing Yan Lan lift the curtain and come out, Fang Shu gave him a questioning look.

"Aren't you going to persuade me?"

"Why, I look like a master of success?"

Yan Lan squinted at him, "There used to be someone who had no hope of living, and I 'slapped' [-] million, and now he's ahead?"

Alchemy: "..."

"Do not make jokes."

Yan Lan smiled, and walked westward into the glass corridor: "Besides, I am a poor ghost, is this [-] million bank robbery, or a loan from the underworld business?"

"Ordinary people are not used to this," Fang Shu stepped up to keep up, hesitating for a moment, "How about I..."

"Why don't you go and fill someone with chicken soup?" Yan Lan interrupted helplessly, "Have you ever seen live fish in a frying pan?"

"What?" Fang Shu was slightly stunned.

"A fish that fell into the hot oil can't escape a bruise all over its body no matter how hard it struggles and rolls, and thousands of comforts can't match the silent and dull eyes of the 'fish' when it is dying."

Yan Lan continued to walk forward, her voice was slow and calm, transparent to cool:

"Tao can be said, very Tao. Some truths can only be tasted by oneself, and the taste will change when you say it."

After all, the world is like this.

With the eccentricity of the crowd and the materialistic spirit, even if she is self-cultivating and avoiding the world, her spine is almost bent by a few taels of silver, and she loses her chic and ease.

Fang Shu was silent.

"Take the paper money."

Yan Lan suddenly raised her hand and threw it back, throwing the wet wipe wrapped in paper money to Fang Shu:

"The only thing missing now is sandalwood, which is the incense of the dragon's heart and bone in the legal records."

She paused, dragging her tone a little lazy: "Have you read the legal records?"

"Looked."

Fang Shu restrained his emotions and nodded, put the things in his pocket, "It sounds like it has something to do with the big fish that was caught, but the Aquarium Museum..."

Yan Lan listened quietly, her eyes inadvertently glanced at the glass beside her, and suddenly froze:

Lights lit up in the distant reservoir, densely entwined like water plants...

human face.

(End of this chapter)