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Chapter 51
No one dared to stop.
A wooden wheelchair rolls over a potholed dirt road, making a small noise. The person in the wheelchair held the child's hand and took him to the door without hesitation.
Kou Dong lowered his voice so that the kidnapper couldn't hear him, and whispered, "Sir, I still have friends..."
Still in that room.
The young man clenched his hand tighter and said lightly, "It's okay."
Kou Dong couldn't say more, and nodded.
After they walked out the door, the kidnapper in the yard spat on the ground and cursed mother.
"It's really a disaster star, bad luck..."
Just being disturbed by the young man, they didn't even bother to search, they just scolded and locked the door again. The remaining two people inside didn't dare to come out, let them lock it, still holding the small coffin in their hands, counting the time.
It was only in the evening that the door was opened a crack, and a familiar face peeked out from inside.
While no one was paying attention, Kou Dong sneaked in again from the hole in the wall and helped them open the door.
A few people pushed the small coffin out with great effort by rubbing the edge of the hole, followed by people who also got out. When they stood outside the yard, they all felt lucky to have escaped.
Song Hong was still a little complicated, and murmured, "I really didn't expect that there would be a day when I would be rescued by an NPC."
It could just go down in history. Who is the player who can have this honor, even in a dangerous situation, and NPC personally go out?
Kou Dong comforted him: "I'll get used to it."
Song Hong: "..."
Is this something you are not used to?
The carriage was still waiting outside, and the three people loaded the coffin into the carriage. The teenager in the car never left, playing with a small wooden statue in his hand.
Song Hong said tentatively: "Looking at this situation, which child should be."
The young man in the wooden wheelchair also cast his gaze lightly, paused when he touched the coffin, and raised his eyes again.
"Did you find it?"
"Yes," Song Hong said, looking at him cautiously, "I just don't know which one is—"
The three of them had guesses about who the coffin belonged to, so they stopped talking, for fear of which one word was not used properly, it would pierce the heart of the NPC.
Before he could finish speaking, he was interrupted by Kou Dong.
Kou Dong didn't do that, and asked bluntly, "Sir, is that you?"
Song Hong: "!!!"
Ash: "!!!"
Both of them were shocked - they really thought so in their hearts, but they couldn't say it!
How taboo - saying I might have found your body in front of a ghost or something like that sounds like the standard beginning of some horror movie.
And Kou Dong is the protagonist who is desperately probing his feet on the edge of danger.
The protagonist is still beeping with reason at the moment: "This size reminds me of Mr.
Song Hong couldn't control his panic.
Are you saying that he is young?
What's going on - do you still need to poke the sore spot where you don't have a leg after poking the point where the person is already dead? What kind of man can bear such an insult?
Maybe, NPCs will kill people!
As a result, Kou Dong said from the bottom of his heart: "At first glance, it is very tall and majestic."
The remaining two: "..."
Oh, feelings are flattering.
The air they had just raised quickly shrunk down, and they felt at ease.
Kou Dong thought about how this person saved him just now, and he had to give Jin Thigh some sweetness, and frantically blowing rainbow farts at people, "No amount of nails can block Mr.'s momentum."
The young man glanced at him, his lips moved slightly, as if he wanted to say something.
But because the corners of his lips were slightly upturned, this action turned into a smile.
"..."
All three are Ichiki.
This was the first time they had seen such a warm smile from an NPC.
It didn't mean anything like a threat, it was just a pure smile—this smile actually made him a little more energetic than a child of this age should have.
The teenager stared at Kou Dong, his voice was light, and he didn't mean to blame, "It's nonsense again."
Ye Yanzhi's face turned up, standing on Kou Dong's shoulders, staring majestically at the NPC in front of him, obviously displeased with the other party's tone.
The tone of someone who treats Kou Dong as his...
Before he could finish being upset, Kou Dong suddenly stretched out his hand and stabbed him down with a finger. The little man fell down in an embarrassment, and half of his body was sunk into Kou Dong's collar. It took a lot of effort to pull out his legs.
Ye Yanzhi couldn't believe it: "What?"
Kou Dong smiled and didn't tell the other party that he just thought it was funny that he was angry with his hips on his hips... Of course, his bulging face also looked good.
The boy in the wooden wheelchair answered Kou Dong's words.
"Yes," he said, not disguising "it was me."
Kou Dong: "Then if I bring you back, will it affect you?"
The teenager did not shy away from him, "It's good."
The corners of his lips moved, and his fingers touched the coffin lightly, as if he was nostalgic.
But his hand didn't stick to the coffin, it seemed to be separated by an invisible barrier.
Kou Dong did not ask again. He looked at the boy thoughtfully for a while, then turned his head for a long time, and settled on the coffin again.
- can't touch it.
What is the reason why he can't touch it?
After returning to the circus, Kou Dong asked people to find a crowbar, and first asked a few members of the circus to do it.
But the members waved their hands one after another, and even the extremely powerful Human Bear took a few steps back, seeing that the mood was not like powerlessness, but more like fear.
"Don't touch," he mumbled. "We can't touch..."
Seeing that they were all avoiding them like snakes and scorpions, Kou Dong simply picked up the crowbar and began to pry the coffin to cover the long, densely packed iron nails.
Song Hong was taken aback by his move.
"What's this for?" he said, "So, don't you respect... that person?"
He wanted to say "dead", but when he thought about it, it was an NPC, so it was not easy to say it, and he took a hard turn.
Kou Dong didn't care, wiped the sweat from his forehead, and replied casually, "Didn't he say it, it's good for him."
Song Hong hesitated, "But—"
But you can't pry someone's coffin so openly!
How to say this is too outrageous, right?
He glanced at A Xue, and both of them were helpless. After thinking about it, they were helping to move their hands together. The strange thing is that they can easily put their hands on the coffins that ghosts can't touch. Song Hong shouted a slogan, beckoning the other two to work together to pull the deep nails out of the coffin, "Three-two-one-"
The coffin made a dull sound of wood breaking, and was pried open at one corner.
With a little more effort, the coffin lid was completely turned over, revealing what was hidden inside.
The moment he saw it, Song Hong's pupils shrank, and he was also a little shocked.
"This is"
The bright red cinnabar inside was mixed with dripping blood, stinging people's eyes. The corpse that looked exactly like the boy in the wheelchair lay in it, not at all rotted, fingers curled tightly, and the part below half of the thigh was empty and bloody. On his chest, someone dipped in cinnabar and drew a huge spell that almost ran through his entire mutilated body.
"It's a life-binding spell."
Ye Yanzhi said, "I am afraid that he will turn into a ghost and harm others."
When Kou Dong heard this, he couldn't help feeling absurd. I'm afraid of turning into a ghost and harming others, but even if the curse is cast, wouldn't the young man still become a ghost?
How can the grievances of people who were killed tragically be so easily eliminated, and can be controlled by a reincarnation spell?
Ye Yanzhi said: "It's not completely ineffective. If it wasn't for the control of this spell, I'm afraid he would have found revenge on the kidnapper."
He explained: "Today the yard is famous and built as a Yang house, but from the perspective of Feng Shui, it gathers Yin. - Coupled with this spell, these ghosts' grievances will not harm them, but all act on the rebirth spell. , to increase the magic power of the spell."
This means that no matter how angry the circus ghosts are, they can't go to take revenge in person.
They couldn't even touch their own coffins, and they stayed in the regiment every day. They looked like people, but they were actually a group of homeless ghosts. Because their bodies were detained, they couldn't even leave this Taoyuan Town, and they had to be ghosts after death, earning some unscrupulous money with those people.
In this way, if you want to take the boy out of Taoyuan Town, you have to break this technique.
Song Hong has been in the game for a long time, and he has also recognized some spells one after another. It's just that he looked at it and couldn't help frowning: "How to solve this?"
He has not drawn any props related to spells.
Turning her head to look at A Xue, the little girl just shook her head—there was nothing in her hand that could work.
Song Hong sighed softly, suddenly remembered something, and said, "There seems to be a broken temple in the town. If it doesn't work, let's take him there and see if there are any monks and priests there who can help us solve it."
You don't have to think about it to know that such a high-level spell is definitely not something that laymen like them can easily break. Song Hong simply did not go to waste in vain, preparing to go to the ruined temple.
Before he could say anything, he saw Kou Dong stretch out his hand and smear the spell on it—he immediately raised his finger, looking a little confused.
"Why go to the broken temple?"
Song Hong was also very at a loss, and said, "Of course I'm going to remove the curse..."
Kou Dong wondered from the bottom of his heart, "Can't we just wipe it off?"
Song Hong: "...?"
wipe it up?
"What does this say," he couldn't help laughing, "how can this kind of thing be so easy to wipe..."
His voice froze in half, staring at the fingers that Kou Dong raised in front of him. On that finger, it was clearly stained with a dark red of cinnabar.
"..."
Song Hong almost shuddered and roared for it.
What's going on, is it really rubbing?
Too sloppy!
Kou Dong still held that finger high, turned his head and said, "Go get me a basin of water."
The big-headed doll hurriedly brought a basin of warm water and a square towel. Kou Dong rolled up his sleeves, unbuttoned the boy's clothes first, and wiped away the traces of the rebirth spell with a soaked square towel.
Fortunately, the handkerchief soaked in water could really be wiped clean, Kou Dong used strength on his hands, wiped about a stick of incense, and finally wiped off most of the traces of cinnabar. Song Hong always stood beside him and watched, and when he raised his head, he was surprisedI don't know when, other ghosts in the circus also surrounded him.
They stood together beside the coffin, staring gloomily at the corpse lying inside.
The big-headed doll hooked the corners of his mouth, as if he was smiling.
Song Hong almost thought he had read it wrong.
But when he turned his head again, Kou Dong had wiped the traces to almost nothing left. This time, he clearly saw the corners of the NPC's upturned lips - the big-headed doll's eyes widened, his smile deepened, and finally he clapped his hands and cried out happily.
"No!"
He cheered oh-oh-oh, his thin, slender arms waving in the air.
"—No!"
This sentence was like turning on a switch, and all the ghosts in the circus suddenly danced. The spooky sprite is mad with joy, a living picture of purgatory on earth.
The circus ghosts shouted.
"gentlemen!"
"gentlemen!"
In the midst of such noise, the door of the innermost room opened. The young man slowly shook the wooden wheelchair and stepped forward.
In his dark pupils, there was also a jumping, fire-like light.
The big head doll couldn't wait to say: "Sir, can you see it?"
His thin fingers pointed at the coffin, and when he opened his mouth, a jagged, mostly missing tooth was exposed.
"Look at—"
The young man stared at himself in the coffin, and immediately, he reached out his hand.
Without the spell, he easily touched his shirtless body, put his hand into his cold chest, and stroked the already dead flesh and blood inside.
He let out a low, contented sigh.
"came back."
His body has returned.
"Nannan is really a good boy." The boy whispered, slowly putting down his body, "As a reward for helping me find it back—"
"I can help you and let them escape."
Kou Dong understood almost instantly that what he meant by "they" meant no one else, it must be other children locked up in the house.
The young man is really good at observing the thoughts of others, and even his idea of saving people can be seen.
"Sir, do you want to help me?"
"Of course." The boy said, his pale hand tapped on the armrest of the wheelchair, meaning something.
"—Do you want me to help you?"
[Faced with the NPC's invitation, you: A: Yes. B: No. 】
[Please note that each choice will affect the final outcome of the player. Please choose carefully. 】