The old man's voice sounded familiar - the first time he heard the "invitation", Yu Xing couldn't help but picture an old man in his mind.
Presumably, he must be an old man with a decrepit look on his face.
He would wear old patched clothes, hold a cane, and sigh heavily with a kind and tired, sad and calm look in his eyes.
Just like the lying old man who brought them corpses and crises in the yizhuang of the stage world.
No wonder Yu Xing was distracted at this time, it was because the voice was exactly the same as that of the old man.
In the stage world, an old man who calls himself a corpse chaser rescues himself from the backyard, takes the corpse to the Yejiang River, and tries to feed it to the river.
The deducers followed the script, stopped the river at the critical moment, and then lost consciousness and returned to reality.
But until the end, the old man never appeared again.
Yu Xing didn't know the old man's true identity before, and he didn't care, because the old man might have been a person who once existed, and was used as an NPC by the mastermind behind the stage world; or he might be a purely fabricated character.
, exists only to promote the development of the plot.
But now he suddenly understood that it turned out that the old man used the image of Master Wanban, and everything they investigated in Fengtou Town in reality had been hinted at in the stage world.
Yu Xing suddenly became interested in meeting Master Wanban directly. He wanted to know whether a wealthy version of the "corpse chaser" could still perform the kind of deceiving temperament in the stage world.
But he didn't answer, it wasn't time yet.
There was no response, and the gray-white wind seemed to become more fierce.
The old man in the room stopped making any sound, and the dilapidated yard suddenly became quiet, revealing an ominous silence.
Yu Xing put his hands on the withered trees, urging the long-dead roots to quietly extend towards the house.
Decay deceived other dead things in the ground. Through the "eyes" of the roots, he saw the densely packed fragments of bones in the ground.
The vigorous weeds drew nutrients from these bones and grew to the surface.
In addition, he also saw many strange buried foundation stones. It seemed that there should have been many buildings here, but they had all been bulldozed and covered with soil, leaving them in the dilapidated and desolate condition they are today.
Yu Xing collected everything in his "eyes" and silently counted the seconds before he was about to detect the location of Master Wanban.
one.
two.
three.
"What a cunning fox."
The space fluctuated subtly, a relatively unfamiliar breath appeared out of thin air, a young voice came from behind him, and his eyes as if they were real fell on Yu Xing's spine accurately.
At the same time, a cold hand put on Yu Xing's shoulder, and even through a layer of clothes, you could feel the gloomy feeling coming from the palm and fingertips.
Yu Xing turned around in confusion and met Er Hong's eyes with a cold smile.
Erhong looked at him with a relaxed posture, but with a little scrutiny in her eyes, as if she was also trying to see through the appearance of the southern Xinjiang woman to see through the reality beneath the skin.
The phrase "cunning fox" seems to be just a casual remark and does not refer to anyone in particular.
But Yu Xing knew that since Erhong mentioned the fox, he almost guessed that the "Southern Xinjiang girl" was the "fox demon", and was only one step away from confirmation.
"Oh, I've been discovered." Yu Xing said in an artificial voice in a female voice, digging his fingers harder into the bark of the tree, "Why is it you? Where is this place? I seem to have gone to the wrong place, I just wanted to
Go to the hut."
Erhong smiled, turned his head slightly, and said towards the direction of the house: "Master, it's just a little mouse that sneaked in. I can just solve it for you. You don't have to interrupt important things."
"You just called me a little fox, how could I turn into a little mouse in just one sentence? How dirty a mouse is." The woman from Southern Xinjiang complained dissatisfiedly, and Erhong's hands gradually increased their intensity.
There was silence in the room for a moment, and then the old man's voice came slowly: "Er Hong, I trust you the most."
Erhong's smile remained unchanged: "I know that Erhong will not disappoint your expectations."
There was no discernible emotion or anger in the old man's voice, but a certain suppressed emotion was obviously not positive. The seemingly normal tone covered up the madness of the impending danger: "Then after dealing with this little mouse, remove its head.
Send it to my room."
Erhong: "..."
The corner of his mouth raised: "Of course, I will chop off its claws, pluck out its tongue, dig out its eyes, and bring you all the useful materials."
"But please allow me to have a good time before cutting it into pieces."
The old man didn't respond anymore, probably acquiescing.
Only then did Er Hong turn his gaze back, staring at Yu Xing, looking at it with interest, and then also pressed his hand on the dead tree.
In just one breath, the dead trees that could still be used as decorations turned into pus, completely rotting from the surface to the root system. Fortunately, Yu stopped his hand in an instant to prevent himself from being contaminated by the strange gray-white liquid.
The liquid shattered on the ground, bubbling and soaking in, and the land was instantly stained with irreversible filth.
Yu Xing's sense of perception was naturally completely cut off with the disappearance of his root system, and his entire body was exposed to the cold wind in the courtyard.
A feeling of being spied on came from all directions, which was the gaze cast by Master Wanban after losing the disguise of dead wood.
But soon the sight disappeared, and even the dark wind faded away. It was as if Master Wanban glanced at him casually and lost interest in him, the "woman" who was easily caught by Erhong.
It's the same as Erhong said, it's just a little mouse that can be crushed to death at will.
"This is not the place you should come." After looking at Yu Xing, Erhong said softly, "You disturbed things that shouldn't be disturbed, and even dismembering them will be an advantage for you."
For some reason, his young body contained a strength almost as strong as that of a ghost, and he easily pulled Yu Xing toward the wall.
There is still some air of space left there.
Yu Xing concealed the dim blue light in his eyes and saw that this aura was connected to something on Er Hong's body, forming a passage that allowed Er Hong to travel back and forth between the two spaces at will.
Presumably, Master Wanban gave this subordinate the authority to enter and leave the secret courtyard at will.
After a few symbolic struggles, he was taken away from the courtyard.
Yu Xing's eyes flashed, and he returned to the popular Feng Mansion before. It was probably a remote courtyard with no outsiders coming in or out. He was then pulled into a dark but exquisite room.
The wooden door creaked shut, and the man in black robe waiting behind the door inserted the bolt of the room and bowed his head respectfully: "Young Master."