A Genius and a God Fell In Love

It's just... there isn't a trace of popularity here.

Like the solitary grave in the wilderness, the wind blows over the grass at the head of the grave, leaving only a single piece of wood.

Coupled with dilapidated walls and windows, it is indescribable and depressing.

However, although the house is dilapidated, it is very clean, with no moldy smell and no dusty cobwebs.

Obviously someone often cleans...

"Bang" there was a loud noise.

Before the beard-faced hand was placed on the door, the strong wind broke in.

The dilapidated double doors slammed into the wall, and the sound of the frightened player screamed and sweated.

The dead leaves and dust were brought in by the strong wind, and everyone raised their arms to cover their faces.

The percussion of Dong Dong became more pronounced, and it sounded like it was coming from all directions in this empty night.

Very urging.

"Look at that."

Everyone raised their eyes.

A gray-haired old woman walked on the mist-shrouded mountain road.

Her steps are unhurried, with a lantern in her left hand and a cane in her right.

The sound they heard was the sound of crutches.

At this time, the knocking sound is no longer important.

The players' eyes fell on the lantern held by the old man.

The lantern is made of white paper with a flame pattern painted with cinnabar.

The wick flickered, printed on the flame pattern, as if a lantern was on fire.

Barren mountains and wild ridges, cloudy wind gusts, old people white lights.

The picture is as frightening as it is.

The players took a breath and retreated into the house subconsciously.

With a frowning face and rough eyebrows, he looked up and down the old woman.

As they got closer, the old woman also saw them.

She was taken aback, the pale light reflected on her wrinkled face like old tree bark, the expression was obviously surprised.

Then he shouted in fear: "Leave quickly, leave the house, that is not where you should be."

The old woman yelled too quickly, and she coughed dryly in her throat, "Ahem...hurry up, you will disturb them, you will disturb them."

It just so happened that a strong cold wind was blowing again at this time.

The sky was full of dead leaves flying, and the windows were rustling, like a resentful ghost weeping in his ears.

"What does she mean?" The player's lips trembled, "Who is disturbing? Who are they?"

He looked back subconsciously. The kerosene lamp in the empty room swayed from side to side in the night breeze. The entire bed was completely empty...

The players' scalp tightened, "Go, get out, get out quickly."

The timid players screamed, they pushed each other and ran out.

If Nangongnan hadn't heard of it, she bent over and reached out to touch the bed.

The bed is soft, very suitable for a good night's sleep lying on it.

"Don't touch it, your girl is too courageous. Didn't you hear that old woman?"

Nangongnan's sleeve was torn, and he turned his head to see that he was a young man.

He rubbed the goose bumps on his arm with one hand, and with the other he strode out the girl.

"This place is too crappy. It's worse than my last round of games. The discerning person looks like a haunted house. What secrets need to be found."

He kept thinking about it, and it sounded more like he had given himself courage in the south of Nangong.

The girl was silent and was dragged away by him.

Very strange, I don't know if it is a psychological effect.

As soon as the players rushed out of the house, the gloomy feeling of looking for pores to drill into it disappeared a lot.

Everyone panted slightly, their hearts beating like drums, and their faces were very ugly.

At the same time, the old woman walked up to them tremblingly.