Chapter 673 Fat Beacon
After telling her story, Fan Qingyue sighed with regret:
"That's what happened. Zhong Xiuwen died at the hands of a disguised evil spirit."
"After that, I was harassed by a group of ghosts that seemed real and unreal, and I met you two while fleeing."
"I'm sure that Zhong Xiuwen is fake, but I'm not sure if you're real or fake. Rather than joining you and then getting stabbed in the back, it's better to pretend to be unconscious and then stab you after determining the truth."
Wu Xian was quite moved after listening to it.
It seems that what happened to him was purely because of bad luck. He was targeted by those disguised evil spirits. Waves of disguised evil spirits came forward to perform, and various psychological tactics were used in turn, which put Wu Xian under maximum mental pressure.
Fan Qingyue was luckier. Because of a small mistake, he discovered the true nature of these disguised evil spirits and didn't have to waste his energy like him.
No, it's not necessarily due to luck.
With the intelligence of these disguised evil spirits, they were likely to judge that Wu Xian was relatively difficult to deal with based on the stiff clothes on his body and the fact that he did not faint after falling, so they gave Wu Xian a special package.
In addition, Wu Xian learned from Fan Qingyue’s story how the fake Zhong Xiumen knew the answers to the three questions!
These disguised evil spirits lurk around all the fallen relatives and newcomers, extracting their information, and can share this information to get away with it.
With such abilities, it wasn't too unfair for Wu Xian to be deceived by the disguised evil spirit.
Wu Xian collected his thoughts and asked Fan Qingyue with a strange expression: "Your strategy of pretending to be dead is very good, but aren't you afraid that someone will do something strange to you while you are pretending to be dead?"
The original intention of this question was to ask whether Fan Qingyue was worried about being secretly tortured by evil spirits.
But after hearing this, Fan Qingyue's cheeks turned slightly red.
"Don't be afraid."
Wu Xian twitched the corner of his mouth, too lazy to guess what was going on in this strange woman's mind.
He turned back and looked at the corpse disguised as an evil spirit, and suddenly let out a light exclamation.
It was no longer recognizable as Zhong Xiumen. Tiny tentacles had grown on its clothes and body, most of which had merged with the ground.
But what was fused was only flesh and blood, and some wax was precipitated out, and two wax sticks were revealed in the parts of the two eyes.
It is not surprising that candle incense drops after killing the evil spirit, but Wu Xian remembered clearly that nothing dropped from the body of the fake Fan Qingyue.
Why does this disguised evil spirit get a reward, but that evil spirit doesn't?
After thinking for a while, Wu Xian came up with the answer.
This should be related to the fake Zhong Xiuwen. The things left behind by the fake Fan Qingyue after her death were absorbed by the fake Zhong Xiuwen who was present, so there was no reward. Perhaps because of this, the fake Zhong Xiuwen's strength is obviously higher than the fake Fan Qingyue.
In the process of dealing with the fake Zhong Xiumen, Fan Qingyue put in a lot of effort, so the reward that fell was shared equally between the two of them.
After receiving the reward, Wu Xian told Fan Qingyue about his idea of disguising himself as an evil spirit.
"From your experience, these disguised evil spirits can share information. The longer time goes on, the more they will know about us, and the more difficult our situation will become."
"So we must find a way to reunite with everyone as soon as possible and share the intelligence we have."
"I am not unconscious, and you used the ghost power - Void Transformation to quickly descend, so the depth we are at should be considered deep among everyone."
"Under this premise, if we want to meet up with them, the most important thing is not to just keep going down, but to build a lighthouse in the dark to attract everyone to meet up here!"
After setting the action goal, the two of them got busy.
They found a relatively open area so that the noise they made could spread farther. Then Wu Xian raised his bone pickaxe, found a slightly softer ground, and dug out a pit that looked like a large iron pot.
The ground looked like a stone slab, but after digging it with a mattock, it was obvious that the stone slab was just the "skin" of a huge piece of meat. Under the skin, there was no blood, but large pieces of moist and greasy yellow fat.
The two men piled the fat in the pit, then unscrewed the lid of the "wine gourd", poured a large amount of liquor into the pit, and ignited it with a diesel lighter.
call!
The alcohol ignited a red and blue flame, roasting the fat and causing golden fat to flow out.
The ignition point of animal fat is between 200 and 300 degrees Celsius. Soon the fat began to burn, and the flames became brighter and hotter.
This is why Wu Xian chose the "wine gourd". In this pitch-black blessed land, fuel itself is a precious resource.
The light from the fat fire illuminates the dark space, like a lighthouse in the dark sea, pointing people in the direction.
In the illuminated area, there were vaguely translucent human figures running around in panic. Soon, these figures disappeared into the darkness like light-fearing mice.
The air was filled with the smell of burning fat. If you didn't know where the smell came from, it would be very appetizing. However, Wu Fan and the others who knew the truth found the smell disgusting.
Fan Qingyue covered her nose and joked, "I wish the fat on my body could be burned off like this."
Wu Xian echoed: "You will have a chance when you are put on the stake one day."
Fan Qingyue didn't know what she was thinking about, and she started blushing again.
Wu Xian rolled his eyes and didn't bother to pay attention to this perverted woman.
Although the fire was bright, it was not enough. The stairs here were complicated and the firelight might be blocked and could not spread too far. They needed something that could spread farther.
So Wu Xian signaled Fan Qingyue to cover her ears, and then raised his wrist to reveal the small golden bell on it. This precious magic weapon made a loud noise when shaken once, thick smoke when shaken twice, and flames when shaken a third time.
Wu Xian just flashed this time.
dang dang...
A bell rang at an unknown decibel, spreading quickly in the darkness and reaching the ears of everyone who was struggling to move forward in the darkness.
After doing all this, Wu Xian and Fan Qingyue sat beside the fire, feeling the warmth of the flames amid the stench of fat.
Not long after, footsteps were heard in the darkness.
Wu Xian and the other man turned their heads and saw a man in a furry leopard print coat walking towards them cautiously.
This person was Guo Xiake.
Wu Xian hurriedly stopped him: "Wait, don't come over yet, I'm not sure whether you are real or fake!"
Guo Xiake glanced at the two of them, sat on the other side of the fire, and said in a cold voice: "Even if you ask me to go over, I won't go over. I still don't know whether you two are genuine or not."
Over the next period of time, more and more people were attracted by the fire and the sound.
Lan Xuan and Huang Yuanjiang supported each other, Han Yu covered his arm with a frown, Fu Dahai walked over unsteadily, and Yuan Buai was unharmed...
(End of this chapter)
