Shang Wenqing followed Xue Ming's eyes, which was a poem, such as the "Maple Bridge Night Park", which was studied in primary school:

The moon is full of corpses, and the river is haunted by fire.Hulushan Temple outside Gusu City, midnight sound ferry boat.

But in every poem, a word has been changed to make the poem no longer so beautiful.

Shang Wenqing could not manage so much, he handed the mobile phone to Xue Ming, "Just it, sweep."

“Good.”Xue Ming picked up Shang Wenqing's mobile phone, and his own, two mobile phones at the same time swept the two-dimensional code under the poem, the whole poem will be loaded into his mobile phone interface.

Shang Wenqing back to the mobile phone, did not directly start the game, the mobile phone voice is playing another voice, "Congratulations you successfully open the level, now you can choose 2 ~ 49 layers of the game for the game, please choose the game after the start of the time to clear the customs, wish you a happy game."

“There’s still time, and that’s...”

"There will certainly be ah, otherwise the players who came on the first day of the recruitment competition will not take advantage of it," Shang Wenqing saw that there was not much time left, so he quickly explained, "Do you know where the elevator is?"

"You know, come with me."He led the way in front.

Through the crowded crowd, they finally arrived near the elevator, here is much more spacious than the hall, Shang Wenqing took out his mobile phone, took a closer look, perhaps the level of the sea selection will not be too difficult, so the entire game interface is only the first poem, "Maple Bridge Night Park", the name of the poem has not changed, but the words in the poem have been changed, the body is full of fire, truce, ferry boat, how to see a evil.

There are many people around, Shang Wenqing waited for three waves to wait for the elevator, the elevator is very large, the passenger is also more, about 50 people can carry about 50 people at a time, but in which layer it is, for the time being, it has not been thought of.

The elevator went up the road, every time the door opened, Shang Wenqing will observe the number of people on this floor, and finally chose the 37th floor, which feels a little less people.

Xue Ming also followed the elevator, and saw the same, this layer because the tone is relatively dark, there are not many people.

At the 37th floor, they saw that the corresponding terrorist theme of this layer was "Return to the Soul".

The theme is gray, the walls are full of stories about the body to return to the soul, including possession, indifference, practice, etc., although it seems strange, but not very scary.

Players on this level are hiding in the corner, focusing on playing their own levels, seeing two people coming in, not even looking at it, for fear of wasting their time.

After a while, they saw a player sighing, went out, it seems that there was no successful customs clearance, so some regret, and after he left, he just left a position, Shang Wenqing felt good, "here is okay, there is a place to sit, and confidentiality is better, someone can come to see directly."

"Well, well, but just someone failed to leave, this position will not be a little bad."

"You don't see, you're a little superstitious."

“I’m superstitious, feng shui, you know?”You see, here, sitting east and west...”

"Okay, no problem."

"All right, listen to you, who calls you a god?"Xue Ming found a place to sit.

Behind the wall painted a huge painting, said is painted, in fact, black and white, the picture of a person lying flat on the ground, a gray entity from his body, gradually flying into the air, feeling is the feeling of the soul out of the body.

Shang Wenqing probably looked at it and felt that there was nothing, "Xiao Ming, after the game will start, if you encounter any choice or can't be sure, you must first ask me and then choose."

"Well, no problem."

Shang Wenqing opened the mobile phone, and looked at the poem again, put aside the meaning of the original poem, from these few changed poems, this story should be a crow croaking night, the sky, the river ghost fire spread, making it difficult for nearby creatures to rest, outside the truce temple, the midnight bell refers to the extradition boat to pick up passengers, this ferry ferry must not be ordinary passengers, this whole is a strange picture.

He clicked on the mobile phone screen, full of verses like ink slowly fainted, and finally became four words, "Jiang Feng ghost fire"!

And in the bottom right corner there are two words, "beginning"!

Shang Wenqing saw that there is no choice of characters here, it seems that in order to ensure fairness, the level must be carried out in accordance with the fixed character type, think of this, he no longer hesitates, points down, the game officially begins:

The Tang Dynasty, a scene of night, an ancient city, cool weather, lonely stars, cold and fog, white pervading the edge of the river maple water.

A man who looked like a book student carried a bag, and the book was dressed in white, walking along the river.

Suddenly he heard a melodious sound, coming from a distance, and the sound of the harp was thorny, like a woman crying, like a child crowing at night.

The student felt bad, "I heard that this river maple river, there was a woman, scattered the family to provide for the family to go to Beijing to catch up with the exam, after the love of high school chose to abandon the woman, the woman hates too deep, throw himself into the river, and then turned into a grudge, Changqi River, specializing in looking for a man, dragged into the water to be buried."

The student said to himself, the faster he walked, "I will not be so coincidentally encountered by me, if not to catch up with the station, I will not catch this night."

The mist on the river surface is swirling, several red lotus lights floating on the dark river water, and the turquoise lotus leaves flashing fluorescence, drawing the ripples on the edge of the river.

The student stopped, although the desolate voice was somewhat appalling, but the water surface of the river lamp floating was beautiful.

The student wanted to appreciate it in detail, but in the white mist, he saw the middle of the water, and a pavilion slowly surfaced.

The simple four-way pavilion, like a bright light lit up the whole river maple river, red silk covered around the pavilion, and the grudged sound of the piano, also became long.

The students listened to the fascination, this is probably the three days around the beam, incessantly listening to the piano, he is not satisfied with the distant wait-and-see, want to get closer, to find out.

Looking around, he saw that on the left side of the pavilion was a wooden bridge connecting the riverside and the safari pavilion in the heart of the book.

The student walked quickly to the pavilion, and even ignored the river water to wet the corners, full of joy, and came to the edge of the wooden bridge.

The wooden bridge looked solid, so the student did not hesitate and went up.

Every step, it is a step closer to the four pavilions, close at hand, this is slowly seeing the middle of the pavilion, a red-clad and makeup of the color of the art is playing the piano, I don't know why, the students actually feel that this artiity seems to know.

He came to Yiji, looked at her in a daze, listened to the meaning of the harp, and asked, "I don't know if the young lady played the piano late at night, whether there is any thinking people."

Yiji stopped to play the hands of the piano, looked at the student, and her eyes were full of behemoths, "the late night piety is naturally to see the son, send a thought, two dissotachment."