Gamers Are Fierce Chapter 480: Singing
Night, Goose City.
"At the third watch, everything is safe—"
The watchman holding a lantern walked alone on the deserted and silent street, beating the gong to tell the time.
The dull sound of the gong scared away the wild cat that was rummaging in the low and shallow ditch, and rushed into the dark alley in a panic.
Suddenly, a faint sound of wind blew past the watchman's head. He was suddenly startled, interrupted his half-yawning yawn, and hurriedly looked up, only to see the cornices of the tall buildings and the darkness of night.
The watchman suddenly remembered the strange rumors circulating in the market, and he couldn't help shivering, three steps and two steps, and hurriedly fled the street.
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The county government prison.
It was late at night, and the five jailers were all staying in the room next to the gate of the dungeon,
As usual, the guards should all go to sleep, leaving one person to watch the night.
But tonight, knowing that there may be a white lotus monster coming to rob the prison, how can I sleep peacefully,
All wearing leather armor, holding knives and shackles around their waists, hid in the corner of the room, followed by the candles placed in the middle of the room, staring tremblingly at the door.
The blades in their hands were all called by Ma Bond from the Wudewei Armory, wrapped with a piece of talisman paper,
Even an ordinary person can hurt a demon with a low cultivation base with a knife.
A young jailer licked his chapped lips and scolded in a low voice, "Damn, Wang Liu, this idiot, just pretended that he was the nephew of the head arrester and said that he would not come. Leave us a few top tanks."
Another person also complained: "The county magistrate too. Knowing that the white lotus monster might come over, he also asked our jailer to guard here."
"It's alright, let's just say a few words less."
The eldest prison head slapped his face and reprimanded: "Food the king's salary, bear the king's worries,
In the prisons in the surrounding counties, which one is not dilapidated, cramped and crowded, the labor is filthy and hard, and the prisoners' diet and salary are reduced every three days.
Only the Goose City under the Ma County magistrate can be regarded as the south wind of life, the people are happy and peaceful, and they can live and work in peace and contentment.
In the past few years, the county magistrate should also keep in mind the good things he has done to us,
How can you abandon your duty and run away in fear because of a demon who doesn't know if he will come or not? "
The prisoner paused for a while, glanced at the slightly ashamed expression on his subordinate's face, and said in a low voice: "What's more,
If the Siemens priest is really powerful,
Then maybe this prison is the safest place in Goose City..."
Before he finished speaking, a nameless wind blew in along the crack of the door,
The candle trembled, flickered, and finally went out,
The room fell into a dead silence.
All the jailers shivered in unison, as if they could see the horrified expressions on each other's faces.
"The bright moon shines, the wind blows the willow alley, who is willing to love, the mournful and charming bride——"
The weak female singing seems to sound outside the prison, gentle and beautiful, melodious and ethereal, and gradually high-pitched,
The icy chill seemed to penetrate through the thick stone wall and into the heart and lungs of the jailer.
"The bright moon emits light, the ghosts sway in the wind, the night is deeper, the fog is colder—"
The singing came to an abrupt end, and all was silent,
The next second, the thick and sturdy door of the prison was slammed open.
The huge iron lock hanging on the inside of the door flew out, hitting the ground with a dull sound.
The head of the prison changed abruptly. Although his heart was beating wildly, he was about to burst, but his body obeyed his instinct. He rushed to the door with a long sword, kicked the door open, and stopped him in the not spacious prison corridor.
The terrain of the entire prison is slightly lower than that of Goose City. From the main entrance of the prison, you need to walk down a six-step staircase to get to the prison.
Then the moonlight was deserted, and the head of the cell clearly saw a strange figure standing above the steps.
It appeared to be a man, dressed in black, with his hands hanging straight by his side,
Tall and thin, with a strange white face, huge eyes, extremely thick eyebrows, but a small cherry mouth,
The overall outline of the face is cylindrical, and the limbs that are stiff and stopped are extremely slender compared to the body,
Not like a living person, but like...
The paper figurines who were buried together during the burial.
"The wandering soul travels all over, on the lonely road, looking for a substitute——"
The male paper man opened his cherry mouth, tilted his head, and sang like a stage actress,
Twisting stiff and weird body, walking down the steps step by step, stepping slowly,
The head of the cell only felt his heart and gallbladder torn apart, the long knife in his hand kept shaking, he subconsciously took a half step back, he didn't dare to look back, he could only shout in a trembling voice: "Siemens Daoist! Siemens Daoist Master!"
No response.
In the innermost part of the prison, the cell prepared for Wu Hu and Daoist Siemens was silent.
The strange song woke up the prisoners in the whole cell, and the prisoners on the side near the gate of the prison were so frightened that they screamed,
The prisoners on the inside of the prison didn't know what to do, so they could only retreat into the corner and cover themselves with mattresses.
Tread, step.
Paper man tiptoes on the ground and floats into the dark corridor,
Wherever he passed, the candles hanging on the beams and pillars went out instantly.
Death is just around the corner, but the pale-faced prison head clenched his long sword, stepped forward half a step, and roared: "Fake a ghost, die!"
The long knife fell on the head,
"Tear",
The paper figurine's head is divided into two halves, drooping on the shoulders on both sides. In the open chest, there seems to be a thick ink-like mist lingering around.
The head was chopped off, and the paper man stopped abruptly and slowly raised his arms,
Supporting the two halves of the head with both palms, clasped both hands towards the middle, and forced the split paper heads together,
The already weird and inhuman face is even more shriveled and deformed.
The paper man squeezed out a bright smile, raised his arms, and the paper palm grabbed his head and neck with lightning speed,
The shriveled head was close to the past, opened his mouth, and slowly spit out a cloud of dark fog, slowly drifting towards the prison head.
At this time, several prison guards had already rushed out of the room and crowded in the corridor. When they saw the officer being strangled by a tall man, they had no time to panic, and screamed and slashed with a knife.
The paper man was disturbed, his body was still, but his neck was turned 180 degrees, his withered head smiled and looked at several jailers.
呲——
A sound like a balloon deflated came from the paper figurine,
In the cracks of the knife marks all over the body, billowing smoke poured out frantically, and finally gathered on the ceiling of the prison, condensing and not dispersing.
And the rough-made paper body slumped lightly and turned into a thin layer of paper figurines.
The jailers looked up at the billowing black smoke and stood there, dumbfounded.
"It's right, the hour of death-"
A cloudy murmur came from the black smoke,
The entire layer of smoke is like an overwhelming net, rolling back towards the jailer in the corridor.
Just when several people thought they were about to die,
"Squeak",
The door to the cell in the far corner of the prison ~IndoMTL.com~ is open.
The short-haired Taoist wearing a crane cloak pushed open the wooden door and walked out of the cell with a calm and calm expression.
An imperceptible golden light escaped from his hand, swept through the air, and stabbed the black smoke.
The shrill screams were deafening, and the black smoke dissipated in an instant,
A weasel the size of a dog fell from the ceiling of the prison and landed on the paper leather bag, with a soul pin for the military guards nailed right in the forehead.
"It's just a beast of illusion."
The short-haired Taoist shook his head, his voice was a little hoarse, "The pet was killed, and the owner, won't he come out to do justice?"
Suddenly, in a dark corner that no one noticed, a thin figure in night clothes sprang out, and the dull blue poisoned dagger in his hand silently stabbed the heart of the Taoist.
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