mythical card maker

Chapter 87 Eating a tricky trick?

This settlement is located halfway up the mountain, wide at the bottom and narrow at the top, and the road gets narrower as you go up.

The width of the road above is similar to that of the corridors of ordinary residential buildings, and it is difficult to walk because of the steep terrain and slippery road after rain.

Zhou Chuan didn't want to bother, so he planned to go down the mountain road and take a good stroll.

The initial points are [-] points...

Anyone with a discerning eye can see that his quota has actually been set and cannot be shaken.

It was as if more than 20 people were forcibly sent to a summer camp originally aimed at players in the card making competition.

The things and points involved in the activities of this summer camp are like a spread out spider web, fine and complex.

The only thing that is certain is that no matter what the rules of the game are, even if he lays flat, he will definitely be one of the final places to play.

After all, Kyushu is bigger than everything.

Everything that all parties do is to ensure that the Kyushu Tianjiao can overwhelm Dongpu, and Zhou Chuan is indispensable.

Who made him the number one demon king among his peers in Kyushu?

"Then just take a stroll."

Zhou Chuanxin said, and then took a step, stepped on the wreckage of the collapsed wooden door, bypassed the broken high wall, and walked towards the dark forest sea below the mountain.

Because of the support of the seventh and eighth masters, he doesn't need to worry about his own safety, and he just walks like this, and he should diverge his thoughts.

Going around the high wall and going down, except for the broken walls and ruins, there is a low-rise building complex. The shadows of wells and wooden towers can be seen faintly. It can be seen that someone has lived here.

And in the middle of the building complex, there is a thick wall more than ten meters high and twenty meters wide, as if it has been blessed by an unknown force, and there is no sign of collapsing at all.

Although covered in dust, some deep patterns can still be seen.

"Eighth Lord."

No need for Zhou Chuan to say more, Eighth Master spun the chain straight forward, and after only one roll, a dark wind was blown up to clean up all the floating ash on it, and the pattern was revealed.

Zhou Chuan watched it closely, but felt that it was more like a child scratching the desk with a pencil sharpener than a mural.

Such a simple and ugly pattern, even after a long history, does not have the mottled thickness of the years.

But having said that, such a simple and clean pattern can accurately convey some information.

"Smoke, women, laughter...you can see it, but what does it mean?"

Zhou Chuan walked along the notch with his finger as a pen, trying to use his strong imagination to understand the deep meaning of the creator of this "mural painting", but after a few minutes, he still couldn't figure it out.

So, he turned around and left.

"The ancient version of the Riddler, right? Play it yourself!"

Thinking to himself, Zhou Chuan walked forward without looking back, but the seventh and eighth masters were motionless.

Following the eyes of the two masters, he subconsciously took a look, and saw a broken stone hidden in the mud.

Needless to say, the chain in Ba Ye's hand was like a spirit snake, rolling up the stones buried deep in the mud, and inlaying them in the gap in the thick wall.

As a result, it was as if the most critical and final piece of the puzzle had been put together, and the complete story spanning hundreds of years was presented to Zhou Chuan.

"call……"

Just at this time, the thick clouds moved slowly, and some sunlight shone down.

So Zhou Chuan put on his arms the unified coats of the [Black Mountain Summer Camp] members that Karen li sent the night before.

In fact, until now, he hadn't figured out why Karen li and the people behind him invented the yellow coat for students in a place like Daheishan in the underworld?
I'm afraid the students won't be able to encounter ghosts, right?
After sighing helplessly, Zhou Chuan began to thread the story on the mural:

It probably means that one day hundreds of years ago, a big hole suddenly appeared in the sky, and countless strange spirits escaped from it, and landed on the big black mountain.

However, affected by the deep-rooted "root thinking", the villagers are reluctant to leave their hometown where their ancestors have lived for generations.

So, under the organization of the wise elders in the village, they built a high wall, trying to stop the spirits and wild ghosts coming down from the top of the mountain.

As a result, it is conceivable how a mortal body can fight against these weird monsters. The villagers suffered heavy losses, and every household was covered with white mane.

Until one day, a plume of smoke suddenly rose from an ancient well in the village, and for a whole year since then, no ghosts have been able to bypass the high wall and go down this mountain road.

People in the village have different opinions on this, some say it is the blessing of their ancestors, some say it is the manifestation of the God of Montenegro.

A young man was even more shocking, saying that Yan was a monster more terrifying and ferocious than the ghosts on the mountain. He fed on ghosts. Seen in general.

The old man in the village was very angry when he heard this, thinking that the young man was ignorant, bragging, making up nonsense, and blaspheming the "mountain god" who protected them.

In such an era, one can imagine what happened to the young man who committed public anger, and the villagers who did not believe him also paid the price for it.

Because... the ghost-eating mountain god is really a ghost-like spirit.

"interesting."

Seeing the end like this, Zhou Chuan couldn't help but move his eyes slightly.

Eat ghosts!

The characteristic of this spirit turned out to be "eating ghosts"!
It is said that the heaven and the earth work together, and Zhou Chuan's calm heart was surging because of this mural.

Among the [anti-ying decks] he set for himself, there are exactly two that fit the "ghost-eating" feature, and because this feature is too rare, even with his current network resources, it is difficult to find satisfactory materials .

It's a pity that after hundreds of years, this monster may have disappeared long ago.

It might be extremely difficult to find.

"Difficult."

Zhou Chuan shook his head lightly, but at this moment, he suddenly smelled the smell of burning vegetation.

In detail, it is not very similar, but it is more similar to the smell of people burning paper at the intersection during Qingming and Zhongyuan, but he woke up suddenly after smelling this smell.

That's right, since this monster feeds on ghosts, the place where he mainly lives must also be an area full of ghosts.

As for the place with the most weirdness, looking at Kyushu, apart from Youdu, it is Montenegro.

In ancient times, there was no high-speed rail, so it’s not so strange to leave the Montenegro under your feet and go all the way to Youzhou to look for food, right?
There is no way to find a horse by riding a donkey.

"Seventh Master, Eighth Master, go and search! Third Master Niu, I will trouble you next time."

At this time, Zhou Chuan remembered the smoke just now, and sent Qi Ye and Ba Ye to search, while he sat in the corner under the protection of Niu San Ye who had just appeared.

With the dim light scattered from the clouds, he suddenly saw a wisp of yellow smoke slowly rising from the forest not far away. Jiaolong.

Zhou Chuan knew: the guy he was looking for came by himself.

(End of this chapter)