A Genius and a God Fell In Love

There are flat fields under the curbs on both sides. It should be a field, at least it should have been before.

And now...

A lonely grave with grass and blank tombstones.

The players opened their eyes in horror, and their sweaty backs became icy after cooling.

Even the trembling of the teeth "clicks, clicks", can't stop.

From the south of Nangong, looking up, the tomb is covered with grass and the wooden tombstones are arranged as a whole.

White paper and yellow paper were flying in the wind. At this moment, the coldness and horror almost reached the extreme.

"It's all here." The old woman suddenly said.

The fearful player turned his head abruptly, and the old man lifted the white paper lantern into the cemetery, and the dim light made the surrounding brighter.

"Most of the people in our village are buried here."

Speaking slowly, her old face with deep folds looked a little frightening in the shadows, especially with such a scene and atmosphere.

The lonely graves in the mountains and wild villages, the elderly in the deserted villages, how can they not scare people.

Nangongnan’s focus is on what the old man said, she said most of it, then...

"Mother-in-law, was there a large population in your village before?"

"Well, it was very lively a long time ago." The old man showed a nostalgic expression, "... laughter, peaceful."

The girl's long eyelashes are slightly narrowed, and she laughs and laughs... It is peaceful...

The amount of information in this sentence is a bit large.

The old village was not only crowded, the atmosphere was also very good, but also very peaceful.

It is like a paradise.

So why is it now a desolate ghost village?

How do people die?

A woman's voice came from behind Nangong Nan: "Old man, has there ever been a landslide here?"

The corner of Nangong's south mouth moved slightly.

Yes, her mind is still flexible, no wonder she is so arrogant.

The old woman said: "Of course not. We were born in Dashan and grew up in Dashan. We are sons and daughters of Dashan. How could our mother hurt our children."

Very good, and collected useful information.

The rule of exclusion is that their death has nothing to do with their parents, nor was it caused by a landslide.

The woman still wanted to ask, the old woman turned around and continued to walk forward, seemingly not planning to go any further.

She had a pity on her expression and had to give up.

"What's wrong with you? Why do you always scratch your hair?"

"Itchy... my scalp is itchy, itchy to death."

The boy scratched his scalp with both hands, "Itching to death, why is it so itchy?"

"Don't catch it, you are bleeding from scratching."

"It's itchy, ah!!!" The boy yelled uncomfortably, and tore his hair fiercely, even his scalp was torn off.

The players around him stepped back in shock, "You, stop, stop."

He walked over and stared at the young man, his face was deep and solemn, but he didn't step forward to stop him.

"Brother Beard, what's his situation?" the woman asked warily.

He said nonsense: "It should be related to his breaking the willow branches."

The faces of the other players changed slightly, and they were thankful that they did not break the wicker.

"Then he..."

The young man suddenly raised his head, and the blood on his head stayed along his forehead, set against the scarlet eyes.

The crowd hurriedly backed away in fright, and several of them almost stumbled and fell into the cemetery.

"Brother Beard, quickly suppress him, he is crazy."

Without speaking, he watched the young man, seeming to think about how to subdue him when he was not prepared.

At this moment, the boy closed his eyes and fainted.

The players exhale, "What should I do now?"

The old woman shouted in front, "What's the matter? Why don't you leave?"

She lifted the lantern, saw the teenager lying on the ground, and quickly said, "Hurry up and help your companion up, is he too tired? It will be here soon. Hold on for a while."

"Brother Beard, I think we should leave him alone." A player suggested.

"Yes, he is in a very wrong state. He hurts himself. What if he wakes up and hurts other people?"

"Yes, yes, it's hard to guard against."

Someone couldn't bear to say: "Then you can't just leave him here."

The older player said: "Yes, this kid looks young, and throwing him here alone is equivalent to letting him die."

"But we also have to think about ourselves, what if he wakes up and goes crazy and kills people?"

"We can tie him up, let's talk about the situation."

"No, it's still too dangerous..."

Everyone was arguing, and the old woman walked over on crutches.

"Hurry up and help him up. Why did you make it like this? Old man Gao is the doctor in our village. Help him back and let him tie it up."

The players looked at each other, and finally cast their gazes on their faces.

He said nonsense: "Help up and take it with you."

"but…"

He said nonsense: "Take it back and let Old Man Gao take a look."

"Hurry up, get up quickly, why is there so much blood?" The old woman took a picture of the lantern on his face and urged again and again.

No one dared to carry him, and finally decided to be carried by two players.

The woman looked at the fainted teenager, not knowing what she was thinking.

Suddenly something pulled her right ankle.

She lowered her foot subconsciously and looked back.

Weeds covered the ground and were messy.

The woman frowned, this horrible place is really bad.

After walking through the cemetery, I finally saw the house, but the gloomy and desolate breath did not fade away.

Instead, it keeps increasing.

Look back at Nangong South, the long road, the cemetery, the wooden bridge, and the willow trees.

A girl's voice came in her ear: "What are you looking at?"

South of Nangong: "Huangquan Road, Wangchuan River, Naihe Bridge, Hell Dog."

She retracted her gaze and walked forward.

The girl was stunned for a moment, rubbed the goose bumps on her arm and quickly followed.

When I passed Nangongnan, I gave her a complicated and weird look.

I couldn't help saying: "This place is scary enough, don't talk nonsense."

Nangongnan coughed softly, "Well, I was talking nonsense."

The girl frowned, and walked a few steps to keep up with the large group.

The walls are broken and the houses are incomplete.

There was a thick layer of debris in the yard.

Looking in through the broken doors and windows, it was black and depressed and gloomy, like an endless abyss.

One more look is like sucking people in.

[Ding, hello dear players, your lovely judges are here to announce the countdown to you~]

[Three hours have passed since the game time~ Ah, time flies so fast, there are still seven hours left~]

[Seven hours is still very long, and confident players can sleep and continue to break through the levels, there is no problem~ I will take a beauty sleep first, everyone, come on~]

Players: "..."

How could this guy say something about going out to sleep and then going through the barriers? ?

It wants them to close their eyes and never afford it, right?

Sure enough, the words cute and cute are sometimes not even considered literally.

Everyone followed the old woman in silence and continued to move forward.

Suddenly, Nangongnan felt her shoulders sink.

She turned her head slowly—