It shouldn't be, he and his brat only changed a little in the last dungeon... Now the characters haven't been written yet, how did these people notice it so quickly?

—— He also said that without a single stroke, he was about to come out with a single stroke. Ye Yanzhi looked at him dumbfounded, and just stood casually, and did not explain to the other party the problems that the two of them had long recognized, but it was rare for the other people to be pleasing to the eye.

Wink.

It can barely be called smart.

Kou Dong asked suspiciously, "What are you laughing at?"

Ye Yanzhi: "Huh?"

Kou Dong wiped the corner of his mouth with his fingers.

A pronounced, upturned arc.

Previously, Kou Dong thought that Ye Yanzhi's happy mood was his illusion - now, it is obviously not an illusion.

What is this man happy about?

Kou Dong thought about it for a while, and found that he couldn't figure it out. After his cub grew from two heads to nine heads, it seemed more and more difficult for him to guess what this man was thinking, so he simply gave up and said, "Go out first."

They have to hurry up and search for clues.

It was a cold and cold day outside the broken temple, and heavy clouds hung low, almost touching the top of their heads. The clouds were dense and the wind was cold—it was a snowstorm that was about to come. In front of the temple gate, two or three players were hesitating, hesitating whether they should step over the threshold.

Right in front of the door is a thin, already dim red line, a red line that surrounds the broken temple. Hundreds of small and exquisite bells are strung on the red line. If you accidentally touch them, they will definitely make them ring.

The player hesitated because of this.

Ye Yanzhi said in a low voice, "The scarlet line, stopping strangers."

Ghosts can pass, people can't pass.

Kou Dong hesitated, and glanced at Ye Yanzhi who was beside him. This glance was noticed by the young man, and he smiled slightly: "What?"

"Nothing else," Kou Dong said, "does that stop you?"

Ye Yanzhi does not belong to human beings, nor does he belong to ghosts. He's actually part of the system, privileged in certain places.

The young man nodded and said, "No way."

"It's easy to do if you don't stop it." Kou Dong heaved a sigh of relief and said, "If you have time, I'd better go out and have a look."

But this time obviously cannot be now, at least not to expose this privilege to the public.

Since they couldn't get out, the two simply walked around the temple. The temple itself is not big, it has been abandoned for a long time, and the corners are covered with thick dust, but they have walked forward for a long time, and they are still in this temple. The corners of the cobwebs are still uneven. It's like this road never ends.

Ghost hit the wall.

Without Ye Yanzhi saying these three words, they first appeared in Kou Dong's heart. He didn't speak, just stopped.

Ye Yanzhi also stopped, and without talking, he turned around with him, and the two walked back along the original path. Not long after, they saw the ground where they left first, with the twelve coffins still placed on it.

It seems they have a hard time getting out.

There is someone in the coffin, the old Tao brother. He squatted near Kou Dong's coffins, staring at the side, his fingers clenched tightly. As soon as he saw the two approaching, he stood up and looked away as if nothing had happened.

Kou Dong was suspicious and glanced at the numbers. Only after looking at it did find that the number 7 was crossed out and changed to 5 crookedly.

What the other party was holding just now should be a knife.

Kou Dong turned his head and stared at him.

"Why did you change this number?"

Brother Tao's face was quite calm, and he even smiled.

"Where did I change the numbers?"

"You still have a knife in your hand."

A gleam of cold light appeared from between his fingers, and he couldn't hide it.

Brother Tao said: "I saw that the numbers have been changed, so I also want to carve the coffin to see if it can be crossed out. - This is also not possible?"

Kou Dong did not answer his words, but raised his eyebrows, not believing what he said.

"Then why don't you change yours?"

Happens to move A Xue's numbers?

Brother Tao couldn't answer, but he didn't show any guilty conscience. He snorted coldly, said "boring", and turned his head away.

Ye Yanzhi also squatted down beside the coffin, rubbed his fingers against the nicks, thought about it, and said, "It's okay. This number is not so easy to change."

The words that came out of his mouth seemed to be extraordinarily believable. Kou Dong nodded and believed.

The two whispered the number and the person.

Ye Yanzhi's memory is very good, and his memory is very smooth, and he does not need time for contemplation. In addition, only they know their own numbers. Among the twelve players, only Kou Dong and five people have complete sorting information.

It's just that this information is going to be used for the time being.

Ye Yanzhi can only be ambiguous.

When they were talking, two girls who were leaving together also came back. They looked at the two of them from a distance, and seemed to want to come forward to talk, but they were frightened by Ye Yanzhi's indifferent expression, and they hesitated. Sitting in front of their respective coffins.

"It's scary," one of the long-haired whispered, "there are mice over there..."

"I saw it too," said the girl with shorter hair, "running fast."

They then started talking about the spiders and bugs in the temple, worrying about how they could fall asleep in such an environment at night. Kou Dong listened to them worrying about this and that, but no one dared to worry about what would happen if there were ghosts at night.

Anyone in the middle who accidentally said the word ghost would wave their hands frequently.

Kou Dong looked at it and thought it was very strange. He asked, "Why can't you tell?"

The two girls didn't expect him to take the initiative to talk to him, but they were stunned for a moment. The long-haired one plucked up the courage to look at him more, and then said, "What?"

In such an environment, Kou Dong's face is undoubtedly quite useful. A good-looking person, just sitting there, has played a role in comforting the body and mind.

In fact, they were on the way to find clues, and they quietly said that the two outstanding players among the players were like pearls, and they could shine in this dim room.

Ye Yanzhi's face darkened. The long-haired girl noticed it and was a little frightened, and whispered, "Isn't there such a saying? Some ghosts don't know they are dead."

"So, if you don't tell them it's a ghost, they won't take the initiative to harm people."

Ye Yanzhi let out a very light laugh. There is absolutely no kindness in this smile, although the tone is light, but it gives people a sense of ridicule, which makes the girl blushed all of a sudden.

Kou Dong patted the back of his hand disapprovingly, and taught him, "You can't talk to people like this."

Ye Yanzhi's eyes were as deep as pools, and he did not speak.

"Have you heard?" Kou Dong's old father attribute couldn't help but want to go online again, and Dun Dun taught him, "When dealing with people, you still have to be kind..."

Ye Yanzhi calmly said, "Kou Tiantian, I think you want to be asked to be called Dad again."

"..."

Others didn't understand this sentence, but Kou Dong understood it all at once. There was only one time when he was asked to call Ye Yanzhi's father, and that was when two gourd babies formed a team to fight snake spirits.

Kou Tiantian couldn't help being a little cowardly, swallowed secretly, and silently withdrew the hand that had just patted the back of the other's hand.

...Sister, still can't restrain him now!

Kou Dong couldn't help but feel a sense of crisis.

After a while, the other players returned here one after another, all looking exhausted. Song Hong and the others were the last group to come back. As soon as they sat down beside Kou Dong, they whispered, "Damn, no matter how you go, we can't get out. We tried different directions, but after walking for so long, we still couldn't get out. nothing……"

It is clear that the temple can be seen at a glance, but it can never be touched.

It's like a bottomless pit.

Yin Qizhi gasped, pressed his feet with his hand and whispered, "My feet seem to be blistered."

It's a long way to go.

A Xue said coldly, "Then rest."

Still no sound.

Yin Qi looked a little aggrieved, and looked up at Kou Dong first, as if he wanted Kou Dong to decide for him. Seeing that these people didn't respond at all, he lowered his head again in disappointment, and pitifully untied his shoelaces to check his condition.

The results of the twelve players' initial exploration can be said to be nothing, and they are all a little dejected.

I don't know how long I've been sitting here, but suddenly the player closest to the temple gate got excited and said, "It's getting dark!"

This sudden sound frightened the players, Tao brother said: "It gets dark when it's dark, why are you so excited?"

"No," the player said incoherently. Kou Dong remembered that he was number 10. "The sky doesn't get dark gradually. It just suddenly—"

Kou Dong stood up and understood what he meant.

It was a gloomy day just now, but it was still daylight. But in the blink of an eye, it was as if someone had put an opaque black bag over their heads and covered them. Without any process buffer, they entered the darkness unprepared, and only some fire books that had not been used up could emit light. Shimmer.

The snow outside began to fall. The speed at which they fell was obviously also unusual, and they soon accumulated a thick layer, which was enough to tire their calves. Player No. 10 swallowed his saliva, his voice trembling more and more, "There... something is coming..."

They gathered in one place and looked out cautiously.

It's white snow outside.

Immediately, a little jumping red light appeared at the end, followed by more red light - they were like candles held in their hands or kicked lamps, gradually converging into slender and slender ranks, towards the broken. The direction of the temple flows.

A strange creaking sound grew louder as they approached. Player No. 10 desperately suppressed the exclamation that had poured into his mouth, because he saw surprisingly small footprints that were deeply imprinted on the snow one after another on the ground. They did not belong to adults, but looked like newborn children. .

That was the sound of them stepping on the snow.

The player couldn't help but hold his breath. Those small footprints moved forward all the way, and finally stopped at the gate of the broken temple.

"crunch-"

There was a loud sound of the door, and the door that was not closed at all seemed to be pushed open again.

"who is it?"

The voices of those children were laughing and shouting neatly.The child's voice is clear and crisp, but it makes people shudder.

"Whois here to make the soup?"