Gamers Are Fierce

　　 All four teammates have left, and they are alone in the large courtyard. As night fell, the moon was sparse, the cold wind blew, and the shadows of the trees swayed swiftly, as if something was peering at him in that dark and dense forest.

Picking up dead branches, piled up in piles, Wanlifeng knife holding a long sword, took out high-concentration alcohol from the backpack bar, and sprinkled it on the pyre at random, then took out the Swiss army knife from the trouser pocket, and used the flint on the army knife to pile the pyre ignite.

Players can put up to 20 items in the backpack slot. The inventory and equipment slots do not overlap. Therefore, every slot in the backpack slot must be carefully calculated. High-concentration alcohol that can ignite a fire and destroy corpses is eligible to be put in The backpack bar, and the fully functional Swiss Army Knife can be carried close to your body without occupying the inventory slot.

　　 When the flame rose, the light bloomed, and the warm baking dispelled the chill, the firelight reflected in the eyes of Wanli Fengdao, and the stiff expression on his face eased a lot.

　　 The crackling of the firewood covered the sound of the wind and the outside of the temple courtyard. A slight moan came.

　　 "Uh uh uh uh..."

　　 can hear that this is a woman's moan, but it has nothing to do with the beauty of spring.

　　 If I have to describe it, it's like a desperate hoarse voice when my throat is torn open and blood sprays from the trachea.

　　 is very similar to the whimper of Jia Yuzhi in "The Grudge".

　　 Wanli Sealing Knife has performed many missions and has reached Lv5. In order to take risks in advance and facilitate self-protection, he deliberately stacks his agility and perception attributes to 7 points.

　　 Even though my ears were filled with the sound of wind and firewood cracking, I still heard the weird moan outside the temple for the first time.

　　 Wanli Fengdao placed the long sword horizontally in front of him, just about to yell for his teammates to come and support, but the groan quickly changed from light to near,

　　 click——

　　 The bluestone floor tiles at the root of the wall were divided into two, and the cracks in the slabs extended from the root of the wall all the way, like a wave on the surface of the water when swimming, attacking towards the knife.

　　 Before Wanli Fengdao had time to shout, he saw a pale and flawless arm, like a long snake, suddenly emerged from the soil under his feet, and savagely pushed the slate open.

The arm is two meters high. The upper and lower arms are slender and long, not human-shaped. Five green jade finger beads are round and round, and the top nails are smeared with red kotan made from impatiens petals. Seen from the palm of your hand, take it It is more than enough to make Taobao hand models.

　　 Wanli Sealing Knife is not controlled by hand. Even if it is controlled by hand, I am afraid that I can't control it when I see this slender, snow-white arm like a snake suddenly appear in front of me.

　　 With the long sword in hand, the murderous heart started, Wanli Fengdao slashed with a thunderous force, only to see Xuebai's arms twisting and wriggling like no bones, as if he had eyes, easily avoiding the sword.

　　 Wanli Fengdao was about to lift the sword back, but the weak and boneless arm was shot by electricity, directly entangled Wanli Fengdao's waist, arms, and throat, like a python strangling its prey, slowly tightening it forcefully.

　　 The plump and smooth palms, snow-white and without any temperature, clasped his face, stroked his beard, and blocked his nose and mouth.

　　 is not charming, only fear.

　　 For a moment, Wanli Fengdao felt that his ribs were about to break, his eyes were bloodshot, and his oppressed lungs seemed to explode.

"Uh--"

　　 He groaned hard and let go of his sword with the last trace of strength.

　　 The long sword fell downward, and at the moment it was about to fall to the ground, it was suddenly picked up by the toe of the Wanli Sealing Sword, and he was finally held back in his hand.

　　 Wanli Fengshou held the long sword backwards, and slammed into the mud where the snow-white arm came from.

　　 Something was stabbed by the point of the sword, scarlet blood leached out of the mud, and only heard a scream, the snake-like arm quickly loosened its restraint and retracted into the soil.

　　 Click, click, click, click——

　　 The bluestone slab in the temple cracked again, and this time the crack flees in the direction toward the outside of the temple.

　　 That arm buried in the ground, trying to escape.

　　 "Where to go?!"

　　 A loud shout came from the front of the Daxiong Hall. Xing Hechou, who was holding various scriptures in his hand, dropped the Buddhist scriptures, drew out the bronze halberd, and jumped down from the steps in front of the hall.

　　 The bronze halberd suddenly burst into flames, drew a circular line of fire in the air, and slammed into the bluestone slab.

　　 The gravel splashed, the dust was flying, and another scream came from underground.

Mage Huizhen, who followed Xing Hechou, remained silent, his cloth shoes stepped on the ground, and the whole person jumped forward, his weak and petite flesh swelled suddenly, and he instantly turned into a muscular man with a shiny sound. Tendon meat is comparable to Governor Arnold.

　　 Boom!

　　 The muscular sage monk Hui gave his double fists like a pile driver. When they hit the ground, the whole area showed visible tremors, and the aftermath continued unabated, hitting the arms deeply buried in the ground.

　　 Click.

　　 There was a clear fracture sound, and the monk Hui was about to punch again, but found that his arm had already left the courtyard and jumped into the dense forest outside the temple.

　　 "Ho **** ho cough cough cough cough cough..."

　　 Wanli Fengdao bent over and stood on the spot, the pain of suffocation made him cough uncontrollably, and the fresh air had never been so cute and charming.

　　 "Are you okay?" Xing He frowned and patted Wanli Fengdao's back. Monk Huizhen, whose muscles had returned to normal, also walked back.

　　 "I'm okay." Wan Li Fengdao's face was red and blue. Fortunately, he was the second-highest person in this team, so he almost died on this slender arm that could escape.

　　 He straightened up reluctantly, and while pulling the neckline to ease his breathing, he complained angrily: "Who said it's not dangerous for me to pick up firewood by myself? What about the Li? What about others?"

　　 "What do you want me to do?"

　　 On the west side of the courtyard, Li Ang, holding a wooden box, walked over Xianting, followed by Liu Wuxiao, who also held a wooden box of the same model.

　　 Wanli Fengdao slid his long sword, and said with a gloomy face: "I said I shouldn't act separately, do you know that I almost died?"

　　 "Aren't you dead?" Li Ang curled his lips and put down the wooden box in his hand. "That ghost can't even kill you. Now that we are all together, it will not kill us.

　　 And now that we know its attack methods, prevention will be more targeted in the future. "

　　 Wanli Fengdao looked gloomy and uncertain, secretly wondering if this "companion" who pretended to be crazy and betrayed him deliberately to let him be attacked in the yard by himself so as to obtain enemy intelligence.

　　 Li Ang ignored him, put down the wooden box in his hand, jumped up the steps of the Daxiong Hall in three or two steps, picked up the pile of Buddhist scriptures dropped by Xing Hechou and others, and returned to the fire.

"The Shurangama Sutra, the Lotus Sutra, the Heart Sutra, the King Kong, the Shuranga, the Collection of Northern Travel, the Collection of Fengshan, the Miscellaneous Records of the Mountain Temple...Guhan Temple The scriptures in the Tibetan Scripture Pavilion are no different from those that the little monk had read before."

　　 Huijin saw Li Ang flipping through the Buddhist scriptures at will, folded his palms and said: "This is not an overhead world, it should be the ancient history of the real world, and it should be the Ming Dynasty at the latest."

　　 "During the Jiajing period of the Ming Dynasty." Li Ang added casually, "To be precise, it was the 15th year of Jiajing, and the main branch was Bingshen. According to the later calendar, it is 1536 AD."

　　 "How do you know?" Xing Hechou asked.

"Look at the account book." Li Ang pointed to the wooden box under his feet. "This box is filled with the Guhan Temple's abbot Daozhi, who recorded the Guhan Temple accounts. The final content of the accounts is the monks in the eastern village. The tenant rent payment list in Fotian,

　　 The last date is 1533, March of Jiawu. If you postpone it three years later, it is now 1536. "

　　 Ming Dynasty Jiajing...

　　 Xing Heshou and Wanli Fengdao are a bit at a loss. Although both of them have received compulsory education, the latter is still a post-90s college monk, but he is quite awkward about history.

　　 Ming Dynasty Jiajing was not as famous as Jianyuan of the Han Dynasty and Zhenguan of the Tang Dynasty, nor was it like the Qing Dynasty that had widows and children willing to invest in making braids.

　　They really don’t understand this period of history. It’s pretty good to be able to name Wang Shouren, Qi Jiguang, and Hai Rui, let alone the Renyin Palace Reform and the Gengxu Rebellion.

　　 Seeing the dazed expressions of Xing He and Wanli Fengdao, Li Ang showed a honey smile on his face.

　　 He sat on the ground, put all kinds of books in front of him, and held up a bill by the firelight, and read it.

　　 "What are you doing?" Wanli Fengdao said dumbfounded: "Should we not sit together and beware of ghosts?"

　　 "Just beware, I'll look at the past bills of the Guhan Temple first." Li Ang said leisurely: "The ghost has attacked once, and it has been severely damaged. It is estimated that there will be no action in a short time."

Having said that, Li Ang started looking at the account book with ten lines, flipping through it very quickly, and at the same time picked up a Buddhist scripture and threw it to Hui Di, "Hey, Master Hui Di, take a look. This is an ancient Buddhist book five hundred years ago. It’s usually kept in the museum."

　　 Hui took the scriptures with a wry smile, and sat down.

　　 Li Ang looked at the ledger and read aloud.

　　 "Paying the imperial grain tax in the year of Renchen...water foot money...car foot money...mouth food money...Cuzi's money inspection...po basket money...bamboo basket money..."

　　 "In March of the Guisi year, the tenancy was settled... 25 shi and 5 bucks for rent collection, 11 shi and 3 bucks for profit collection, and 2 shi and 5 bucks for debit capital stocks..."

　　 "...the borrowing and the Longyou bookseller Gong Shisan 20 taels, Chen Zheng as a guarantee, two branches of the bank every year..."

　　 Li Ang’s book reading sounded like a magic sound in his ears, which made Xing Hechou only feel his brain muddled. He would rather find ghosts and monsters to fight with him for three hundred rounds than to hear these inexplicable things.

　　 "Can you stop reading?" Wanli Fengdao couldn't help but said.

　　" Flowers will wither, grass will wither, people will lie, clues will disappear, but the numbers on the ledger will not deceive people. No matter how clever the accountant, how whitewashed, the real problems will be exposed through simple numbers games.

　　 The sooner I finish reading these bills, the sooner I can discover the abnormalities of the Guhan Temple and find out the reason for the ghosts lingering here. "

　　 Li Ang shook the account book and said casually: "These accounts in the Guhan Temple use the original Longmen account bookkeeping method.

　　 All accounts are divided into four categories: ‘in’ (revenues), ‘payment’ (expenses), deposits (assets), and ‘the’ (debts).

　　 Use the balance method of ‘inward-payment=deposit-the’ for accounting, set up a general ledger for classified records, compile an income statement (profit statement), deposit the statement (liability sheet), and implement double rules to calculate profit and loss.

　　 This kind of bookkeeping method is also called Helongmen. "

　　 Li Ang glanced at his teammates, "It sounds complicated, but the calculations are actually quite simple. Do you have a business administration major? Help me reconcile the accounts?"

　　"....."

　　Shentemo Business Administration.

　　 Xing Heshou and Wanli Fengdao looked at each other, and the expressions in his eyes showed a sense of pain and tightness.

　　The training provided by the Special Affairs Bureau for field personnel mainly focuses on how to deal with monsters and ghosts. Where can they take cultural courses like this?

　　 Liu Wusuo sat beside Li Ang, UU reading www. uukanshu.com picked up this account book and flipped through it slowly, as if he could understand the awkward classical Chinese and the complicated vertical accounts.

　　 Besides, instead of reading the account book word by word, she translates classical Chinese on the spot and uses modern accounting methods to directly rearrange the accounts.

　　The principal and interest rate that the Guhan Temple Changshengku lends to tenant farmers, landlords, and merchants, principal and interest balance, compound interest calculation, annualized interest, and profitable...

　　 Li Ang raised his brows, and glanced at Liu Wuzao, "Do you understand?"

　　 Liu Wuzao said blankly, "MSc, MBA."

　　Yo, master of science, master of business administration, high-end talent.

　　 Li Ang nodded and began to verbally reconcile with Liu Wushao.

　　 The two of them seemed to be talking about each other. You say, I say, I heard Xing Heshou and Wanli Fengdao want to die,

　　 At the back, Li Ang and Liu Wuzao, who cooperated in a tacit understanding, simply reported to each other a series of inexplicable nouns and numbers.

　　 What Guhan Temple's cashier, deposits, inventories, purchases, sales and deposits, management fees, fixed assets details, intangible assets details, and liabilities details in the past few years...

　　 Soon, nearly an hour later, Li Ang and Liu Wushao finally turned over the two large boxes of all the accounts of the Guhan Temple in the past ten years.

　　 "Hehehe, hehehehe, hehehehehe."

　　 Li Ang tapped the cover of the account book with his knuckles and laughed strangely.

　　 Liu Wuzao frowned slightly, a layer of unhappiness hovered over her cold and pretty face.

　　 Never felt that one hour could take such a long time. Xing Heshou took a deep breath and asked Li Ang, "What did you find?"

　　 "Blind spot."

　　 Li Ang said quietly: "I think, I guessed the identity of the ghost girl with arms just now."