The old man's voice sounded familiar - the first time he heard the "invitation", Yu Xing couldn't help but look like an old man appeared in his mind.
I guess he should be an old man with a long and ravine face.
He would wear patched old clothes, hold a cane, and sigh with a kind and tired, sad and calm look.
Just like the old man who brought corpses and crises to them in the charity house in the stage world, he was full of lies.
It’s not that Yu Xing was distracted at this time, because the voice was exactly the same as the old man.
In the stage world, the old man who claimed to be a corpse driver relieved the trap from the backyard, took the body to the edge of Yejiang River, and tried to feed it to the river water.
The deducers followed the script and 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 had existed before and was used as an NPC by the mastermind behind the stage world; it might also be a purely fabricated character that exists only to promote the development of the plot.
But now he suddenly realized that the old man used the image of a master. Everything they found in the real Fengtou Town was prompted in the stage world.
Yu Xing suddenly became interested in meeting Wanban Masters directly. He wanted to know whether a wealthy version of the "corpse-driver" could still perform the kind of temperament that is enough to deceive people in the stage world.
But he didn't respond, and it was not time yet.
Without a response, the grayish-white wind seemed to be even more fierce.
The old man in the room stopped making a sound, and the dilapidated yard became quiet for a moment, revealing an ominous silence.
Yu Xing put his hand on the withered trees, urging the already dead root system and quietly extending towards the house.
The decay deceived other dead objects in the ground. Through the "eyes" of the root system, he saw the dense skeletons underground.
The vigorous weeds are what draw nutrients from these bones and grow to the surface.
In addition, he also saw many strange buried cornerstones. It seemed that there should be many buildings here, but they have been flattened and covered with soil, leaving behind the current desolation.
Yu Xing took everything into his eyes and silently counted out before he was about to find out where the Master Wanban was.
one.
two.
three.
"What a cunning fox."
The space fluctuated subtly, and a relatively unfamiliar aura appeared out of thin air, and a young voice came from behind him with a sticky point, as if the actual gaze fell on Yu Xing's spine accurately.
At the same time, his cold hand was put on Yu Xing's shoulders, and even through a layer of clothes, he could feel the gloom coming from the palms of his hands and fingertips.
Yu Xing turned around in a daze and faced Erhong's eyes with a cold sneer.
Erhong looked at him, relaxed, but there was a little scrutiny in his eyes, as if he was trying to see through the reality of the southern Xinjiang girl.
That cunning fox seems to be just a casual word, not specifically referring to anyone.
But Yu Xing knew that since Erhong mentioned the fox, he almost guessed that the "Southern Xinjiang Girl" was the "Fox Demon", and there was only one confirmation.
"Oh, I've been discovered." Yu Xing said pretentiously in a female voice, and his fingers were more forcefully clenched on the bark, "Why are you? What's this place? I seem to have gone wrong. I just want to go to a thatched cottage."
Erhong smiled, his head slightly tilted, and said to the direction of the house: "Master, it's just a little mouse sneaking in. I'll solve it for you. You don't have to interrupt important things."
"I just said that I was a little fox, why did I become a little mouse in just one sentence? How dirty the mouse is." The girl from the southern Xinjiang complained dissatisfiedly, and got the strength gradually increased under Erhong's hands.
After a moment of silence in the room, the old man's voice came slowly: "Erhong, I trust you the most."
Erhong's smile remained unchanged: "I know, Erhong will not let your expectations down."
The old man could not tell the joys and angers of his voice, but some kind of suppressed emotion obviously did not belong to the positive direction. The seemingly normal tone covered the madness of danger: "Then let's send its head to my room after solving this little mouse."
Erhong: "..."
His mouth raised: "Of course, I will also chop off its claws, pull out its tongue, dig down its eyes, and bring you all the useful materials."
"But please allow me to have fun before dismembering it."
The old man did not answer any more, probably because he had acquiesced.
Erhong then turned his eyes back, stared at Yu Xing, looked at him with interest, and then pressed his hand on the dead tree.
After only one breath, the withered and rotten trees could barely be used as decorative trees to turn into pus, and they rotted completely from the skin to the roots. Yu Xing stopped in an instant, so that the strange gray-white liquids were not allowed to contaminate themselves.
The liquid broke on the ground and soaked in bubbles. The land was instantly stained with filth that could not be removed.
Yu Xing's perception was naturally completely cut off with the disappearance of the root system, and he was exposed to the cold wind in the yard.
A feeling of being peeped came from all directions, which was the sight that all the masters cast after losing the disguise of dead wood.
But soon the sight disappeared, and even the cold wind faded away. It seemed that a master of all kinds of people glanced at him casually and lost interest in him, the "woman" who was easily caught by Erhong.
Just like Erhong said, it was just a little mouse that could be killed by randomness.
"This is not the place you should come." After looking at Yu Xing, Erhong said softly, "It's a big deal that you shouldn't be disturbed, and even the dismemberment is cheap."
For some reason, his young body contained a force similar to a ghost, and he easily pulled Yu Xing towards the wall beside him.
There is still a little roomy breath left there.
The dark blue light in Yu Xingyin's eyes was below. He saw this breath connected to something on Erhong's body, forming a path so that Erhong could travel back and forth in two spaces at will.
It is probably Master Wanban gave this subordinate the authority to enter and exit the secret courtyard at will.
He struggled symbolically for a few moments and 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 entering and leaving. He was immediately pulled into a dark but delicate room.
The wooden door creaked and closed, and the man in black robe waiting behind the door inserted the pins in the room, and respectfully bowed his head: "Young Master."