Zhang Yan quickly calmed down, four-on-one, nothing to be afraid of.

It's just an old monster in human form, not a ghost.

Zhang Yan was about to let Zhao Yuan go up with him when he saw the old woman's eyes wide open by the messy wrinkles, and her face was full of disbelief.

Then, it seemed as if I suddenly saw something terrifying, and my mouth made an ugly harsh scream, and my hands and feet kept retreating.

Then the old woman couldn't do it all. She screamed in horror, and while ramming into the stone wall like crazy, trying to escape from here.

"Dongdongdongdongdongdong"

The head was broken and the juice flowed across.

He knocked himself into a foul stench.

The altar was a little cold, Zhao Yuan trembled for a moment, and opened his mouth: "Why does it feel like he's seeing a ghost?"

Chen Yang said in a harsh voice: "Maybe there is really."

The speaker and the listener both got goose bumps.

"Then we... let's worship."

Zhao Yuan slammed his legs and knelt down at the altar, kowtowed three times very hard, his voice crisp and sincere.

"There are faults and the debts are the masters. Brother Ghost, we came in unintentionally. Please let us go."

“…………”

Chen Yangyou said: "Maybe more than one."

"Then add me, my god brother..." Zhao Yuanshun answered, reacting and shouted in a terrifying voice, "What, no, no, more than one?"

Chen Yang signaled him to look around the altar.

Zhao Yuan looked at it and could not see anything, but this deepened his fear. He trembled and kowtowed several times, and in his mouth, the Jade Emperor of Tathagata, the Jade Emperor, walked with him.

Zhang Yan said contemptuously: "Okay, it's okay if there are ghosts. Our mission has nothing to do with them, so they won't attack us."

By the way, he also worshiped at the altar.

It’s not surprising that there are so many people.

Chen Yang saw the two people worshiping the altars back and forth, and an incredible thought arose in his heart.

I am still afraid of ghosts.

It just seems... not as scared as before.

Otherwise, when the boy wanted to do that, he couldn't help but dispel that idea.

Maybe it was the other party who gave him a feeling of being able to hit a ghost?

Chen Yang thought for a while and gave Lin Yue's cell phone to Zhang Yan: "You can take this."

"What do you do for me about the dead stuff? I don't know her in the real world," Zhang Yan refused to accept it with disgust. "Just throw it here, there is no need to take it back."

Chen Yang was released to the ground.

"Hey."

Zhao Yuan tried to adjust the atmosphere and grinned and said, "As soon as the ceremony was completed, we will go back. No one knows who, so we might as well leave a contact information before setting the stone pillar."

Zhang Yan took out a calfskin notepad and pen from his backpack and threw it to him and said, "Write yours."

Zhao Yuan pulled out the black neutral pen cap and wrote on the notebook, saying, "I'll go back to bed later, where are you?"

Zhang Yan looked at the pool of concentrated liquid beside the stone wall: "I am outside the south gate of my brother's community."

"Then Chen Yang, where were you before you came in?" Zhao Yuan was completely relaxed and chatted curiously.

"I felt sick when I came in and was about to go to the hospital," Chen Yang said. "It's hard to say whether the stomach hurts when I go back."

"The stomach is pretentious and you have to be favored. Otherwise, my father will love and kill him for half his life." Old Zhao Yuan said angrily and wrote down his mobile phone number, "Where are you from? I am from Qingcheng."

Chen Yang and Zhang Yan were stunned, so were they.

After the three of them exchanged information in the real world, they found that they were in different areas.

Zhang Yan is in the western suburbs, Zhao Yuan is in the eastern suburbs, and Chen Yang is in the northern suburbs.

There is still one of the four left without revealing it.

Not only Zhang Yan and Zhao Yuan want to know, but Chen Yang is the same.

And they didn't get close.

The other party was breaking the milk sheet shell hard, and the sound sounded sour.

Before Chen Yang could speak, the boy glared at him, looking extremely impatient.

"Do you care where they are from? You just lack friends?"

Chen Yang: "..." Where did you start?

Although he does lack friends.

"I think if you didn't have relatives in that area, you lived by yourself."

Considering the current situation, Chen Yang was calm and reasonable. He said something obscurely and did not reveal Sanlianqiao: "Then we are all from Qingcheng."

Chao Jian seemed to have not heard anything, and his dark eyes were still staring at him.

Chen Yang resisted the instinctive desire to escape and finished the following words: "That's a coincidence."

It's weird and coincidental.

He smashed the twisted milk shell at Jian.

The one who smashed it was not directed towards Chen Yang, but he still reflexed to hide.

"Hurry up the stone pillar!"

He growled in a fierce look at Jian.

The next moment, it seemed like he was fighting with something with all his might. The blue veins on his forehead appeared, and his trembling hands held the crutch. He took a deep breath, and the mania on his face faded a lot. He just frowned and looked at Chen Yang: "Making friends depends on the timing, and you still hope to continue to form a team in the next task?"

Chen Yang is not that naive, but he just wants to have the opportunity to meet in the real world and share your experiences and experiences when doing tasks later, which will help improve your chances of survival.

He was organizing language, and then the boy said again: "What do you have to talk about with these two ugly monsters?"

The tone was unconcealed and bored.

Zhang Yan, a social elite who has become famous in the financial circle by relying on his face: "..."

Zhao Yuan: "..."

"Put it."

Chen Yang calmed down: "I am responsible for looking at the paintings on the clay board, you two move stone pillars."

"As long, no problem."

Zhao Yuan and Zhang Yan bit their ears: "Brother, do you think I'm hanging the word "ugly"?"

Zhang Yan smiled slightly and said nothing: "That person is sick."

Zhao Yuan touched his nose: "Although he called us ugly because of a wrong aesthetic view, you can't talk nonsense."

Zhang Yan rubbed his head with the back of his hand: "There is here."

Zhao Yuan hesitated.

"I've seen that person taking medicine and suspected it was a relief type. Now it seems that the medicine must have been finished." Zhang Yan said, "The words on the medicine bottle are German. I only saw a few words, guess it was personality disorder."

Zhao Yuan is very interested in the blind spots of knowledge: "What is that?"

"It's a dangerous element. There are many types of personality disorders. I'm not sure which one or many types of them are, but I'm sure this is different from Lin Yue's mental illness. It's a real neurosis. It may also be accompanied by depression. It's mostly in childhood. It has a strong dependence on medicine and cannot be touched in the forbidden area."

Zhang Yan exhaled, "We are lucky. We will leave when his medicine is gone. Poor people who are teaming with him next time, and they have to pray that he has medicine on him, which is simply a flammable and explosive thing."

Zhao Yuan was silent, glanced at Zhang Yan, saying that others were crazy, and he was also crazy...

"What's your look?" Zhang Yan noticed it and his expression became cold.

Zhao Yuan quickly waved his hand and shook his head. Compared to this person, he still felt that the one who was on crutches was a little easier to get along with.

At least the other party is not half-light or half-dark, everything is bright.

And there is Chen Yang who can restrain him.

There is no need to pay attention to the first two paintings on the clay board, the focus is on the third one.

Chen Yang checked up close and instructed Zhang Yan and Zhao Yuan to move the position of the stone pillars, one by one, corresponding to the painting.

Fortunately, there are different plant totems on the stone pillars, and there are also four corners of the altar.

Otherwise, it would be really hard to compare.

There were no holes on the ground, and the stone pillars stood out from thin air, as if someone was supporting him from behind.

A gust of wind.

After a while, the four stone pillars were arranged as they were on the painting, but Chen Yang and the others stayed here.
To be continued...