Xuanmen boss in the horror game card BUG

Chapter 29
"How do you say that?"

Fang Shu looked as usual.

"What did you say to Fan Minghu before you went to the Longshenxiang case?"

"I'm telling everyone," alchemy is not up to the trick, "protect the snake ring, damage may reduce the time."

"That's even more correct," Yan Lan laughed, and helped Fang Shu put on the safety rope around his waist, "Fan Minghu was killed by Yin Tinglun tearing off the snake ring."

Fang Shu's heart skipped a beat, his face was frank and unremarkable:
"I'm just a friendly reminder, I don't have the slightest intention of harming anyone.

"Furthermore, the first person to die, should be said to be a fake death, isn't it because the snake ring was torn off..."

Yan Lan suddenly tightened the safety rope.

Fang Shu was caught off guard and "hissed": "I said Sister Lan, you can't torture to extract a confession, torture into tricks."

"You have a thin waist," Yan Lan glanced casually, "it won't hurt."

Fang Shu couldn't laugh or cry: "Sister Lan..."

"I was skeptical when I learned that Fan Minghu's death was caused by the snake ring being ripped off."

Yan Lan interrupted lazily, tightening the waist rope playfully, took a low breath when listening to the alchemy, and paused for a while:
"After all, you deliberately reminded you to protect the snake ring, which can be said to be a psychological suggestion in disguise, not to mention that you also took the exam... a psychological counselor.

"Of course, good intentions cannot be ruled out. There is also Nalan Jin, the illusion practitioner who faked his death with the help of a snake ring.

Almost tightened to the extreme, Yan Lan stopped in a measured way:
"Actually, I'm not 100% sure it's you. After all, Nalan Jin, an illusionist, is still playing tricks, but you refuted it just now."

Yan Lan clicked her tongue: "It is indeed you."

"I, forget it, that's it."

Fang Shu nodded like a broken can, and carefully pulled off the safety rope, not daring to pull it hard for fear of hurting Yan Lan's palm:

"Back pain, sister Lan, can you relax first..."

"Thank you."

Fang Shu was startled.

Yan Lan let go of the hand that tightened the safety rope, and sighed softly: "Think that I owe you a favor, although it's not what I want to owe."

Fan Minghu and Fang Shu did not have any enmity, probably because of her.

Yan Lan gave a small warning, but Fang Shu directly wanted to kill the other party. Even without Nalan Jin, Fan Minghu would have died.

Alchemy test: "Then let's form a team next time and make a difference?"

"Okay," Yan Lan didn't care too much, "but I'm mean and immoral, and I'll betray my teammates, so I'll follow you if you're not afraid."

Anyway, with this causal fate, Fang Shu and her will definitely meet again.

"Don't be afraid." Fang Shu suddenly laughed, as if the snowy mountains and accumulated water melted in spring, healed and cheerful.

With the vigor and sunshine of young people in their early 20s.

"Thank you, Miss Lan."

"Thank you," Yan Lan smiled, "I'm admitting that you did it."

Fang Shu's pupils shrank, and he instantly realized that he had been cheated, and then his waist hurt:
"Hiss, Sister Lan, don't use too much force when your arm hurts, it hurts..."

Yan Lan let go of her hand: "Give me the Suppression Talisman."

Fang Shu stared: "Is it dangerous?"

"It doesn't count."

Yan Lan pondered slightly, shook her head and said with a smile:
"Just be obedient and give it to me."

……

"Don't die."

Yanlan played with the jade cup, watching Fang Shu and Feng Xuanming walk into the drainage room:
"If you die here, you can't even pick up your bones."

[This man can really talk]
[Hey, people are so honest, they speak the whole truth]
Zhang Wen said awkwardly: "Be careful."

Fang Shu and Feng Xuanming nodded, the hatch of the drainage chamber was closed, the passage leading to the reservoir was opened, and the two went upstream along the cableway.

Yan Lan walked up to the glass, watching the two slowly move forward under the pressure of the water, her eyes gradually darkened.

She just hid something.

What made her really sure of the answer was Fang Shu's finger snapping.

If the hallucinations can be eliminated only by fright, then there is no need for a mental hospital in the world. Just watch a ghost movie every day and go to a haunted house every few days.

What's more, Yanlan's illness was caused by her disordered practice.

She was able to wake up because of the method used in the alchemy, which can affect the thinking and the operation of meridians.

It's not easy...

"There are still 10 minutes in the countdown to the snake ring."

Zhang Wen walked behind Yan Lan, a little worried:
"I'm not suspicious, it's just that Doctor Fang is kind and doesn't seem to have a temper. It doesn't seem like Lianjiazi can move..."

"No temper?"

Yan Lan laughed out loud, as if hearing some absurd joke, she couldn't help shaking her head:
"It's really terrible to bump into someone who has no temper these days."

If he really has no temper and is a good old man who can be manipulated by others, he will have to save the Milky Way in his previous life to grow up so big in this life.

If he pretends to have no temper, then you have to think about whether he disdains to tease you, or chooses which one of thousands of ways to tease you.

"Worried about alchemy," Yan Lan clicked her tongue, "Then I might as well take pity on the evil spirit who hit the knife."

Fan Minghu hasn't been digested into shit yet.

After looking inside the reservoir for a few seconds, Yan Lan turned around and picked up two intact diving suits from the side of the cabin, and threw one to Zhang Wen: "Put on."

"it is good."

Zhang Wen nodded and quickly changed clothes.

[Okay, black screen again]
[Let's play the game seriously, please stop the lecherous!I’ve never seen an anchor who can communicate close to the neck and above the knee]
[?Don’t fart in front, the game doesn’t let you watch]
"Help me zip up the back."

Yan Lan put her hair up a few times, revealing her pale and moist nape, and motioned for Zhang Wen to help.

The diving suit has been placed for too long, and the zipper is a little rusty, and it is difficult to pull it up.

Yan Lan hummed softly to pass the time.

Zhang Wen could vaguely hear her lyrics, which had a somewhat theatrical tone, but not much:

"Come like a strange dream, it's kind of real, and all living beings are fake without a trace;

"People's hearts are dark and deep, and it is harder to guess than nonsense."

Pulled to the shoulders, Zhang Wen straightened up, and spoke carefully: "Do we have enough time?"

"Ok?"

"From here through the reservoir, and then to the Dragon Palace, there is still a sacrifice, and there is still a dragon heart bone incense, we have less than 10 minutes left..."

"What are you worried about?"

Yan Lan looked at Zhang Wen through the reflection of the glass, she spoke leisurely, with a smile in her voice:

"Is there not enough left for Shen Xiari's countdown?"

Zhang Wen's pulling hand stopped suddenly, and her pupils shrank to the extreme.

(End of this chapter)