Gamers Are Fierce - Chapter 480

[Chapter 480 Song]

Night, Goose City.

“Third watch at midnight, everything is safe-”

The watchman holding a lantern walked alone on the deserted and quiet street, beating the gong to announce the time.

The dull sound of the gong scared away the wild cats who were 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. He stopped yawning halfway through.

The watchman suddenly remembered the strange rumors circulating in the market, he couldn’t help shivering, and hurriedly fled the street in three steps.

——

County Yap Prison.

It was late at night, and the five guards were all staying in the room beside the gate of the dungeon.

Normally, the guards should all go to sleep, leaving one person to watch the night.

But tonight, knowing that there might be a white lotus monster coming to rob the prison, how can they sleep peacefully,

all wearing leather armor, holding knives, shackles around their waists, hiding in the corner of the room, and then the candles placed in the middle of the room, tremblingly Stare at the door.

The blades in their hands were all called by Ma Bonde from the Wudewei Armory, and they were wrapped with talismans

.

A young jailer licked his chapped lips and scolded in a low voice, “Damn it, Wang Liu, this idiot, just pretended that he was the nephew of the head arrester and said that he would not come back. Leave us a few top tanks.”

Another person also complained . Said: “The county magistrate is also, knowing that the white lotus monster may come, let us guard here.”

“It’s okay, don’t say

a few words.” The eldest prison head slapped his face and reprimanded: ” Eat the king’s wealth, bear the king’s worries,

In the prisons in the surrounding counties, which of them are not dilapidated, cramped and crowded, the labor force is filthy and hard, and the prisoners’ diet and salary are reduced every three days.

Only the Goose City under Ma County magistrate can be regarded as the south wind of life, the people are happy and peaceful, and they live and work in peace and contentment.

In the past few years as the county magistrate, the good for us should also be kept in mind.

How could he abandon his duties and flee in fear because of a demon who does not know whether he will come or not? The

head of the prison paused, glanced at the guilt 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 in Goose City. The place…”

Before he finished speaking, a nameless wind blew in along the crack of the door, the candles trembled

and swayed, flickering, and finally extinguished, and the

room fell into a dead silence.

They could see the terrified expressions on each other’s faces.

“The bright moon shines, the wind blows in the willow alley, who would love to love, the mournful and charming bride——” The

weak female singing seemed to sound outside the prison. , the

icy chill seemed to penetrate through the thick stone wall and penetrated into the hearts and lungs of the jailer.

“The bright moon shines, the ghosts are swaying in the wind, the night is deeper, the fog is colder—” The

singing stopped abruptly, everything was silent, and the

next second, the prison The thick and sturdy door that was covered with iron and wood was slammed open, and

the huge iron lock hanging on the inside of the door flew out horizontally, hitting the ground with a dull sound. The head of the

prison changed abruptly, although his heart was beating wildly and was about to burst . , but the body obeyed instinct, rushed to the door with a long sword, kicked the door open, and stopped 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, one needs to walk down six steps 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 seems 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 with a small cherry mouth and a

whole face. The outline of the body is cylindrical, and the limbs that are stiff and stopped are extremely slender compared to the body. It

does not look like a living person, but rather like

a paper figurine who was buried with him when he was buried.

“Wandering all over, on the lonely road, looking for a substitute—” The

male paper man opened his cherry mouth, tilted his head, sang like a stage actress,

twisted his stiff and weird body, walked down the steps step by step, slowly Stepping on, the head of the

prison only felt his heart and gallbladder torn apart, the long knife in his hand kept trembling, he subconsciously took a half step back, did not dare to look back, and could only shout in a trembling voice: “Siemens Daoist! Siemens Daoist Master!”

There was no response.

On the innermost side of the prison, the cell prepared for Wu Hu and Daoist Siemens was silent.

The strange singing awakened the prisoners in the entire cell. The prisoners on the side near the gate of the prison were so frightened that they screamed,

while the prisoners on the back side of the prison didn’t know what to do, so they could only retreat into the corner and cover themselves with mattresses.

tread, tread.

The paper figurine touched the ground with his toes and floated into the dark corridor.

Wherever he passed, the candles hanging on the beams and pillars went out instantly. Death was close at hand, but the pale-faced prison head clenched

his long sword, stepped forward half a step, and roared, “Fake a ghost, die!”

With a “tear” sound, the

paper figurine’s head was divided into two halves, drooping on the shoulders on both sides. In the open chest, there seemed to be a thick, ink-like mist lingering and circling. The head was

chopped off, the paper figurine stopped abruptly, slowly raised his arms,

supported the two halves of his head with his palms, clasped his hands in the middle, and forced the split paper heads together.

The human face is more shriveled and deformed.

The paper man squeezed out a bright smile, raised his arms, and his paper palms grabbed the prisoner’s neck and neck with lightning speed

. Drift away slowly.

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 fear, and they screamed and slashed blindly with their knives.

The paper figurine was disturbed, and his body didn’t move, but his neck turned 180 degrees, his shriveled head smiled and looked at the guards.

呲——It

sounded like a balloon leaking from the paper figurine. From

the knife marks and cracks all over the body, thick smoke poured out crazily, and finally gathered on the ceiling of the prison, condensing and not dispersing.

And the rough-made paper body slid down 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 the time of death–”

A murky murmur came from the black smoke, and

the whole layer of smoke rolled back toward the jailer in the corridor like an overwhelming net.

Just when a few people thought that they were about to die,

“Squeak”,

the door of the cell in the far corner of the prison opened.

The short-haired Taoist man wearing a crane cloak pushed open the wooden door and walked out of the cell, his face was calm and calm, he only glanced at Black Smoke and waved it.

An imperceptible golden light escaped from his hand, swept through the air, and stabbed into the black smoke.

The shrill screams were deafening, and the black smoke in the sky 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. The forehead just happened to be nailed to the soul of the military guards. nail.

“It’s just a beast that confuses people with illusions.” The

short-haired Taoist shook his head, his voice a little hoarse, “The pet was killed, and the owner, won’t he come out to do justice?”

Suddenly, in the dark corner that no one noticed, came out A slender figure in night clothes, with the dim blue poisoned dagger in his hand, silently stabbed into the heart of the Taoist heart.

[End of this Chapter]