Sheng Lingyuan blew a gap of about three or four ters wide from the surrounding fog, just enough for them to pass by. The wind turned out from the middle of his palm and blew to both sides, and the turbulent white mist was forced back and then went back and forth. Back, I have been rushing to the middle, and the two sides are struggling. The constantly surging mist is like the shape is there, and people walking in it are like passing through the middle of two white walls that cannot see the top at a glance.
As they entered the southern half of the park where Wang Ze lost their contact, the fog beca more and more dense. At first, the general outline of the entertainnt facilities on both sides could be revealed. Later, the white fog beca dense and almost solid. Can't help but want to touch it and see if it's hard.
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At this ti, Sheng Lingyuan suddenly felt that sothing was missing around him, and the atmosphere was strange. After a mont he reacted. Xuan Xun, the tenth-level player who did not delay the password twisting, had not spoken for five minutes.
He couldn't help but glance at Xuan Yuan. Xuan Yuan was walking side by side with him, and he was habitually half a step behind. But he would not know when to pass him, walked to the front, and put his hands in his coat pockets. His shoulders are taut. Yan Qiushan didn't talk much, and other rescue team mbers were more cautious when Sheng Lingyuan was there. When Xuan Ling stopped, the whole world seed to be silent, leaving only the ominous "rustling" sound in the mist, and the listeners were frightened.
Suddenly, Sheng Lingyuan ca up with a weird thought. He caught up slightly, raised his hand and held Xuanyuan's elbow, and lowered his voice and said, "Are you ..."
Before he could finish speaking, Xuan Yuan didn't know what he heard. He suddenly raised his elbow and swept Sheng Lingyuan behind him, while a flare flew out of his pocket, and the teor rushed into the dense fog on their left.
The fire opened a gap in the dense fog, and a shadow burrowed into it!
The rescue team mbers followed him collectively to the left, and then swept back to the right. The most retreated one shrank to the edge of the "dense fog wall". After standing still, they felt a small breeze on the back of the neck. Sweeping, the rescue team turned back violently, and a cold and slippery thing rolled around his neck-it was a tongue!
"Look!"
"what!"
Yan Qiushan: "Calm, hallucinations!"
"It's not an illusion. Yan team, he has a haraz!"
"Get your collar up!"
Yan Qiushan: "..."
The search and rescue team mbers stepped on the electric gates one by one and jumped in place. Only when Sheng Lingyuan was stable as a sea **** needle, was Xuan Yuan pushed behind him nervously, and his hands slid along Xuan Yuan's forearm into the palm of the opponent and touched To a cold cold sweat.
Sheng Lingyuan was happy at once, biting Xuan Yuan's ears to complete what he didn't say: "... frightened?"
Xuan Yuan went north and south, not afraid of monsters, monsters, and monsters of all sizes-just ghosts.
Yes, the owner of the fire is the **** bird with the most abundant yang and the most evil spirit in the world. He is afraid of ghosts.
When he was in college, the first society Xuan Ye joined was called the "Mysterious Folklore Research Group." At that ti, he had just climbed out of Abuchi and the outside world had changed so much. He was fascinated by what others said. Knowing what everyone is doing, I saw the spell on the poster of the "Mysterious Folklore Research Group"-although the lips of the donkey are not right, but the shadow is a little familiar, so I mixed it up and thought about it. Guide the younger generations how to draw the symbols, only to find out that this is a group of spooky horror enthusiasts. The bear children are not watching horror movies overnight or going to major haunted houses to check in, and organize several "disc immortals" every three to five. Schools don't care about activities like "pen fairy"!
Xuan Yuan cut off the demon king, beat humans, and thought that he could walk sideways within the Three Realms, but he was defeated by the imaginary imaginary products of "ghosts"-wider than the sky and the ocean, and released by great mortals Imagination. Originally, when he was out of Abuchi, his ntal state was unstable. He participated in two "mysterious folklore" research activities. He almost did not scare him into the first weakened Suzaku in history. Since then, he has also fallen into "more afraid to see more." Problem.
However, their tribe has always only opened the screen. Such embarrassing things cannot be acknowledged in front of the sweetheart.
"What am I afraid of? What am I afraid of?" Xuan Yuan pulled his hand out awkwardly, pretending to be indifferent, "What about the haunted house? It's all the sa-suddenly called in your ears. Throat, stretch out a few hands to grab your feet or sothing, it's fresh at first, and you're tired after playing tired ... Sound!
The epilogue of the "Haunted House Expert" lifted three tuning doors, and saw a pile of cold white bone claws suddenly floating on the ground, "Gala Gala" to grab everyone's ankles, at the sa ti, in the dense fog A thunderous scream!
Xuan Yuan's entire body went straight up and down, his forehead crests appeared, and Sheng Lingyuan was grasped by his backhand. He was like a small animal who hid his belly when he was in danger, and subconsciously took the threat into his arms. Tibetan.
"Vital" I lowered my head and crushed a paw, and received great entertainnt, and laughed particularly badly.
Sheng Lingyuan said, "Don't think about what you have in the battlefield. This place is what you are afraid of."
It was okay for him not to say this, his voice faded, and the temperature dropped suddenly by another five or six degrees.
Then, a rancid odor mixed with disinfectant filled the air, and the sound of "窸 窸窣 窣" sounded in the dense fog, like a snake crawling on the ground, and like worn clothes rubbing against each other, or the sound of footsteps far or near ssy, the surrounding light suddenly flickered!
The number of horror movies read by individual comrades in the search and rescue team was staggering.
Xuan Ye didn't want to communicate with "comrades" at all, and blew his hair on the spot: "Don't think about it!"
Thinking about this stuff, the more you let it go, the worse.
Yan Qiushan: "..."
He kicked a zombie's head that bit his feet everywhere, sohow suspecting that His Majesty was intentional.
Suddenly, a few drops of cold liquid fell on the Yan team. He reached out his hand subconsciously, and before he could see clearly, the next search and rescue team mber pointed at him and said, "Blood! Blood!"
Everyone looked up at the sa ti, and saw a head slowly exposed from their heads. A hot air balloon floated in the air, and a string of steaming viscera was dragged under their necks. It was a classic "flying head down" image in Southeast Asian legend.
Xuan Yuan: "Are you sick? Just think about it, and paint it so specifically!"
"Isn't he cold in the big winter?" Sheng Lingyuan looked at this in surprise. La Yuetian didn't even wear clothes. He didn't even wear leather.
A search and rescue team mber was about to cry, and said, "But it's not cold in Southeast Asia!"
Feitou descended at them and laughed out the big yellow teeth that went in and slamd down—
Xuan Yuan: "Stop your brain!"
The search and rescue team mbers fluttered their heads and hid around. They accidentally left the protective circle of Sheng Lingyuan, stepped into the thick fog, and then were surrounded by the fog. They could no longer find their companions and fell into their own horrors. In the brain.
Xuan Yuan ducked away from his head, and his bowel swept his shoulders. He grabbed a bowel with one hand. The touch was highly realistic, and he took so body temperature. He touched him and collapsed. Folding up along the palm of his hand, Fei Tau's head was blown into a white light like a firework, and almost Ling Lingyuan's hair was choked together.
When others blew his hair, Sheng Lingyuan avoided the mad madness of the fire, and stretched his hands behind Xuan Yuan: "Okay, okay."
Xuan Yuan heard a chuckle that he didn't know: "I'm not deaf yet!"
Sheng Lingyuan regretted it for 20 years. He didn't find the "small tail" of the other side. He thought with regret: "I knew that I would have written more‘ interesting ’stories when he was a kid.”
However, after a few minutes, Sheng Lingyuan didn't think so. In a highly restored real scene, he closely watched the major classic scenes in the world-famous horror movies. He was amazed at the editing ability of the posterity: what went upstairs? Little girl, old man with a "hollow out" back, a big girl without a chin, a silly white man in a black suit ...
He really can't make it up!
Especially the silly big man, with no long face, protruded a white head from the black clothes delicately, and looked weird in the fog, like a plump mushroom.
Before Sheng Lingyuan had ti to see it clearly, he was dragged by Xuan Yuan.
Sheng Lingyuan: "Wait, what are you running?"
Xuan Yuan: "That's a long and thin ghost! Whoever touches who dies, don't watch!"
Your Majesty is inexplicable: "Why?"
No demon is so arrogant.
"That's how it is set, how do I know?"
Under the battlefield, the southern area of ????the playground seed to have been expanded countless tis, and countless forks and mazes were stretched out. The battlefield was the sa way at that ti—separating everyone separately and then dying one by one.
However, the array at that ti was not like the empty shell now. There were arrays. The killing was spread all over. The array of eyes was constantly changing. If at that ti the neck was licked by the "tongue" in the array, people would be cold. Already.
As for this empty shell array, the array thod itself is "dead". In fact, Sheng Lingyuan knew it when he stepped into it. Unexpectedly, there was an "unexpected harvest". He couldn't help but narrowed his heart and said, Xuan Yuan was dragged and ran like a flies in the cricket array, which might have the effect of promoting blood circulation and removing blood stasis, and even the faint back pain was quite calm.
Xuan Yuan smashed a ghostly mirror, glanced at the smile in the corner of his eye: "Are you addicted? There is no end to it, pretending to be!"
If it weren't for soone trapped inside, afraid of accidentally hurting a colleague, he would burn the ruins away from the fire. Sheng Lingyuan, a bastard, countered the formation under the eyes of the Qiang masters when he was ten years old. Later, he was proficient enough to make a fantasy on his own, and it was a matter of minutes to know that it was a negative step. Have fun.
Sheng Lingyuan hooked his palms and asked with a smile: "Why not call him brother now?"
Xuan Yuan: "..."
Sheng Lingyuan laughed and shoved him forward as if he had stepped out of the air, planting it from the "clouds
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