A Genius and a God Fell In Love

"what's happenin?"

Asked nonsense. "Oh it's all right."

The woman straightened up and said, "We have to be more vigilant. When we enter the village, it should not be peaceful."

He didn't say anything.

He looked around with furrowed eyebrows, his gaze staying on the big tree not far away.

It is a big willow tree of some years, the stump is thick and grows on the hill.

The branches above are bent and elongated, and the luxuriant branches and leaves are like umbrellas...

"Brother Beard, look."

With a face full of reluctance, he was surprised to see the cold sweat from staring at the willow tree.

He pursed his cold lips.

The moonlight was faint, and the **** willow tree stood quietly at the entrance of the village.

Like the three-headed dog at the gate of hell, it is quiet like a statue when no one is near, but as long as you find outsiders...

Behind the willow trees are faintly visible houses, scattered at the foot of the mountain.

"Those houses are too haunted..."

A certain ghost village live broadcast by the horror adventure anchor came to the minds of players.

I shuddered all over, and my scalp felt numb, almost exploding.

Nangongnan also looked at the village.

The overall feeling of this village is quiet, deathly quiet.

As the old woman said, there is no popularity.

She turned to look at the old man.

The old man was indifferent to the player's peculiarities, carrying the lantern and walking onto the mutilated wooden boardwalk.

For a moment, Nangongnan felt that she saw Huangquan's guide.

"Come with me."

The old woman's voice was soft and kind, "Cross this bridge, through the willow branches, and you are here."

The player whispered: "I heard that the willow tree recruits ghosts."

"Fuck, don't increase my fear, I'm scared enough."

"How did I hear that the willow tree is to ward off evil spirits."

"You are right, the willow tree is a famous ghost tree in ancient legends."

Several timid players trembled in fear, "Stop talking about it..."

He followed the old woman with a bewildered face and asked, "Where are your children? Have they all moved away?"

The old man sighed sadly and shook his head slightly: "It's all sad things, not to mention it or not to mention it."

The woman pulled her beard-faced sleeve and said, "We will ask him when we meet Old Man Gao."

The group followed the old woman across the boardwalk.

When I came to the willow tree, I realized that it was bigger than the one seen in the distance.

It can be said to be outrageously large, with luxuriant branches, and the black crow looks like a large cypress tree for decades, giving people a sense of horrific depression.

The old woman opened the branches and walked inside.

She said: "The tall man bends down with the old woman, be careful not to break the willow branches. This willow tree is the same age as our village, haha~"

The woman's eyes moved slightly, she took a few deep glances at the willow tree, and wrote down the old man's words.

A word of NPC, sometimes casually, actually needs to be pondered.

In contrast to Nangongnan, she almost didn't have any expressions from beginning to end.

Everyone is squeezing forward, no one wants to fall behind.

The thin girl was squeezed and squeezed to the back.

Nangong South does not matter.

She swept her gaze to observe the big willow tree up close.

When she reached the stump, she raised her hand and touched it.

The naked eye can see the bark squirming, slowly converging into a dark tree hole in the form of a whirlpool.

Nangongnan paused, "Why, with such a big mouth, waiting for a goal?"

"Click"

The black hole's mouth closed suddenly, and the vortex disappeared and turned into ordinary bark.

Shorthand said this girl the devil.

It's really not wrong at all.

"My God! Why did you break the branch?"

Nangongnan turned her head, she fell a few steps behind, pursing her lips to follow.

A young teenager held a broken willow branch in his hand.

His wrists trembled and his eyes were blank.

It seemed to be shocked, and it seemed that he hadn't reacted to the situation before him.

The woman said angrily: "What's the matter with you? Didn't you hear what the NPC old lady said?"

"I, I didn't mean it."

The boy's lips trembled, and he stammered, "These wicker sticks blocked my sight, and it hurt my face. I gave it a push when I got angry. I didn't expect..."

"I didn't mean it, really."

The players glanced at each other, no one spoke, but the blame and defense in their eyes were very obvious.

The boy was frightened and at a loss, "You believe me, please believe me."

The woman said: "It's not a question of believing or not. The question is that the wicker was broken by you."

"I didn't mean it, the wicker is too crispy, it's not me..."

He glanced at the old woman who was leading the way, and said, "Throw away the wicker and keep up."

After that, he turned and left.

The woman frowned, followed what she had said to him, and interrupted her with a full face, "Watch the change."

Others also hurriedly followed. The young man regained his senses, threw the willow branches abruptly and ran after him.

The moonlight is sparse, lining the dense willow branches even more strangely.

Nangongnan looked at the top, an inexplicable depression came, and the more he looked at it, the more uncomfortable it became, as if he was about to swallow people.

She retracted her gaze, rubbed her forehead and moved away.

When Yu Guang saw the broken wicker, he suddenly remembered the restorer he saw in the black cloth maze.

In this round of the game, it is not prohibited to damage the game props, so he does not need to repair it.

Then he went to other games now?

With so many games, is he busy alone?

Nangongnan walked forward slowly, thinking of another thing in his heart.

She hadn't seen a restorer in the first two games, not once.

Even if calculated on a proportional basis, it is impossible to miss it all at once.

Why did you meet him at the beginning of the third game?

She thought carefully about what he had said.

The restorer said there were too many players and looked dizzy, so he usually didn't watch the game.

He also said that damaged game props can be left unrepaired.

So, is he interested suddenly?

Bored to be idle, active activities?

Nangongnan can be sure that with this person's temperament, if she asks like this, he will definitely answer like this.

Through the dense wicker, you can see the village.

There is a big rock at the entrance of the village with mottled words carved on it.

It's just that the surface is covered with vines and weeds, which makes it difficult to see.

The boy was patted on the shoulder, "Hey, are you okay, do you feel any discomfort?"

"It's okay, thank you for your concern."

The player who patted him on the shoulder said, "Be careful later."

"Yeah." The boy scratched his hair, his scalp a little itchy.

He didn't care, and followed the others into the village.

From the village head to the place where people live, there is a flat road.

Weeds grow wild and there is almost no footing.

The players walked carefully and with difficulty step by step. The old man used a walking stick to push away the weeds and trampled on.

Looking like this, it's a bit lighter than the players' footsteps.

She sighed and said: "It is deserted, and our two old guys can't take care of it at all. In a few years, when we die, this place will completely become a barren mountain."

"Oh my God, look at it!"

Everyone looked over quickly.

The pupils dilated instantaneously, and the back of the armour was wetted by cold sweat...