Yu Xing wanted to say bad and didn't want to hug him, but he felt a weight on his shoulders, and his whole body was wrapped in cold. A pair of small hands stretched out from the side of his neck, and a child-like laughter came from his ears, as if a child was lying on it.
on his back.
Sunny Baby's expression turned back to a smile as she laughed. Yu Xing silently weighed the weight of the things on his back and slowly turned back.
A pair of big black and white eyes were almost close to his face, looking at him unblinkingly.
What a close-up kill!
"Hug me, please?" the child with a bruised face said, holding Yu Xing's neck with his cold hands, as if he wanted to stay there forever, forever.
The little face is getting closer and closer, and the proportion of the pair of copper bell eyes on the face that possesses the innocence of a child and the cruelty of a ghost is very much like that of an insect - the eyes are extremely large, occupying almost half of the cheek.
Yu Xing did not scream in terror as he imagined, fall to the ground and cry wildly. He just looked at the child ghost and then let out a "tsk".
He stretched out his hand and tried to pull it twice, but his hand passed through the body of the ghost child, as if the child ghost was just an illusion that did not exist. But in fact, the weight behind him was getting bigger and bigger, as if the ghost child was gradually growing up.
Fortunately, I am getting more and more tired.
"It feels like it's absorbing my life force to enhance itself..."
He thought for a moment, ignored the ghost boy for the time being, and walked towards the room.
In the dark environment, only the outlines of all the furniture could be seen. Yu Xing looked around and saw that the layout here was the same as the sculpture classroom next door, except that there was an extra chair in the center of the room.
Han Xinyi seemed not to be there, but Yu Xing knew that this was just a cover-up, she was here.
Carrying the child ghost created by Sunny Baby on his back, Yu Xing walked to the chair and was distracted by thinking about something else.
The sacrifices she relied on for mental suggestion, the throat-cutting knife, the sunny doll, the scapegoat sacrifices, and the sacrifices she used to attack Yu Jiaming in reality... Han Xinyi already had five sacrifices just when Yu Xing saw them.
Tasted.
There are currently only three ways to obtain sacrifices. The first is to find it yourself during the deduction. The second is to achieve certain conditions during the deduction? System rewards. The third is to trade freely between players? Pay points or the equivalent.
Exchange? Or give as a gift.
No matter which one it is, is it enough to prove that Han Xinyi is well adapted to the absurd world? Not to mention her deduction ability, but only to kill people and seize sacrifices? She must be very skilled.
Yu Xing rubbed his heavy shoulders. He felt that his energy was constantly draining away, which made him even worse. His limbs were a little numb and his mind felt dizzy, while Sunny Baby was becoming more and more active. Even his body began to freeze.
Reality.
When he came to the chair, he could see that the chair was extremely beautifully made and its style was incompatible with the sculpture classroom.
"Hehehehe...hug!" The child ghost didn't seem to say anything else. When it was excited, it would only say "hug." Seeing Yu Xing's condition getting worse and worse, the child ghost printed two words on Yu Xing's neck with its little hands.
Dark marks.
Yu Xing glanced at it unhappily and saw that the child ghost's body seemed to be materializing. He reached out to touch it again. This time, he successfully caught the child ghost's arm and lifted it up.
"Hug me, okay? Hug!" The child ghost looked ferocious and struggled with great strength. Yu Xing felt that his hands were so painful from the shock. If it were a normal person, he would definitely fail with his strength.
Fortunately, Yu Xing is a person with ridiculously crooked attribute points. Although his physical strength is a big shortcoming, when it comes to strength, the muscles in his arms are not vegetarian.
He stabilized the child ghost and threw it out. The child ghost drew a parabola in the air and fell to the ground, just like Han Xinyi kicked his puppet out.
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After throwing it out, he gasped and covered his stuffy chest. The next moment, he heard deliberately gentle footsteps behind him. Yu Xing raised his eyebrows and bent down to support his knees.
"Huh? Are you tired already? I thought you had good physical strength because you were such a good fighter."
Sure enough, Han Xinyi's voice sounded from behind him. He pretended to be shocked, straightened up suddenly, and turned around.
Han Xinyi stood with a smile less than two decimeters away from him. While he was stunned, a soft hand covered his chest and exerted force suddenly!
Yu Xing fell backwards with the push, and behind him was the special chair. This fall caused him to sit directly in the chair.
The moment Yu Xing sat down without any force, a dark green light suddenly lit up in the darkness, covering his whole body. He looked down and saw that there were many glowing palm-sized resentments coming out of the chair.
Ling's face, they were flying in the air, forming a long string, surrounding Yu Xing's waist and his wrists resting on the armrest, like some kind of imprisonment.
...His feeling was correct. The next moment, the system prompt came.
[You are attacked by the "Forbidden Chair", a regular sacrifice. You cannot leave the chair within thirty seconds, cannot use any sacrifices, and cannot use any props]
[A data error was detected in the sacrifice... It has been corrected. The existence of a rule-level sacrifice was detected. The rule level of the sacrifice is higher than that of the Forbidden Chair, and the ability effect of the Forbidden Chair can be ignored]
[The sacrifice "%*&%*#" (data error) can be used normally]
After finding out that he was imprisoned, Yu Xing originally just had the attitude of watching a show and wanted to see how Han Xinyi would kill him.
But among the prompts, there was a word that caught his attention.
"Rule level"?
What does the rule-level sacrifice mean? Is it different from other sacrifices? It seems that I accidentally came into contact with incredible information...
Yu Xing was happy.
Ever since he became a deducer and saw the extra sacrifice in the persona, he has never received any information about the sacrifice. The progress of searching for the truth has stalled. As a result, at this unexpected moment,
, there is progress!
Han Xinyi was also very happy. She only saw the handsome young man sitting on the chair who could not resist, and her heart was filled with smiles.
See, this is the consequence of not agreeing to her ~ He is just a newcomer who has just been promoted. Her previous tolerance seems to have inflated this newcomer, and he actually thinks that he can kill her alone.
The forbidden chair glowed faintly, causing Han Xinyi's face with a sweet smile to flicker. Yu Xing raised his eyes to look at Han Xinyi's smile and heard her sigh in a superior tone.
"What a pity, Yu Xing."
Probably because the victory or defeat was decided, Han Xinyi looked a lot more relaxed. She stepped on an overturned stone sculpture and played with the sunny doll that was hanging on the door just now. Her pupils were glowing with firefly green.
Staring at Yu Xing with a smile.
"I know you don't want to be associated with the darkness, but it's not up to you. We people in the Fallen Line are so domineering. Stay with me in the mud while alive, or die and be completely buried in the filth. You chose the latter."
Han Xinyi's tone was sweet: "You are right, I seem to have always loved someone like Han Yan. I thought you could replace him, but you are not as dirty as him. I can only see illusory light in you.
It's a pity that we can't find a true compatibility. It would be better if you were a little dirtier."
"Then I'm really sorry." Yu Xing tried to move, but found that the little resentful spirits had completely pinned him to death on the chair, "Actually, I think you are complimenting me."
"Haha, maybe." Han Xinyi saw that he was not afraid, and a needle appeared in her hand.
With ten seconds left, she shook the weird-colored reagent in the syringe: "Then, my souvenir, you should feel the taste of fear before you die!"
[Sacrifice: Blight Reagent]
[Form: medical syringe]
[This sacrifice has been fused with "Personality? Throat Cutter". The fusion ability is: ① Injecting withering liquid into the human body can cause the human flesh and blood to wither and turn into a mummy from the head down. The process is irreversible until death. Use once
Afterwards, the sacrifice cannot be used again in the current deduction copy. ② Inject the withering liquid into one's body to obtain the ghost state. The process is irreversible until the end of the deduction. After being used once, the sacrifice cannot be used again in the current deduction copy.】
[Description: This is a reagent that is very vicious to others and is ineffective against ghosts. Therefore, the effect of the fusion of this sacrifice with the persona of the Deducer Cutthroat can reflect the malice of Cutthroat towards the same kind. 】
[Note: All the liquid needs to be pushed into the human body to take effect, so you need to choose a time when the target cannot resist~]
The ability of this sacrificial item was outstanding, but unfortunately, it was too restrictive against enemies, which greatly reduced the usability of the entire reagent. Therefore, Han Xinyi did not use it as her main means of attack, and only used it when there was an opportunity.
The blight reagent is just right for Yu Xing.
Even if he dies as a mummy in the deduction, he will die in another way in reality. After exiting the deduction, as long as she hurry up and cut off Yu Xing's head when he dies, she can keep this face forever.
Around yourself.
Yu Xing couldn't break free from the forbidden chair and silently watched Han Xinyi inject the reagent into her body.
A heart-burning destructive power flowed freely from the injection site, as if strong sulfuric acid was poured directly into his internal organs. His pupils shrank and a muffled groan escaped his throat.
He didn't know what type of sacrifice it was. He only guessed from his own feelings that it was probably something that could directly kill someone.
This is the last sacrifice in Han Xinyi's sacrifice column.
The last few seconds passed quietly. Although the resentful spirit of the Forbidden Chair did not retract into the chair, the power of confinement had dissipated.
Han Xinyi stood there, quietly admiring the scene in front of her - even if the confinement was lifted, the young man in front of her could not stand up, because his legs had turned into withered bones, and the flesh and blood all over his body was disappearing silently.
Blood seeped from the corners of his mouth, then his nostrils, ears, and eye sockets. Due to the complete destruction, he was already bleeding from all his orifices, and his whole body was trembling forbearingly, as if he was unwilling to show his ugly face in front of others even if he died.
"Does it hurt? Just scream out if it hurts!" Han Xinyi's smile became more and more sincere, "Watching yourself wither and die, doesn't it feel good? I allow you to shout out. This is an extra preferential treatment for the people I like.
Oh~"
She is so kind, isn't she?
For Yu Xing, she was not willing to cut his throat, and she was not willing to let him experience the pain of a broken throat!
Yu Xing's forehead was covered with cold sweat, and the aura contained in the reagent flowed through his body, activating his curse.
At this time, a strong sense of corrosion was rampant, causing pain that even made him panic. And another familiar cold breath was the reason for his trembling. That kind of breath went straight into his soul and followed him like a shadow. It has always been his nightmare.
.
"Cough cough cough..." His throat was also withering, and Han Xinyi's voice reached Yu Xing's ears. He raised his head with difficulty, his voice hoarse and difficult to distinguish, "To be honest... the last thing that asked me if it hurt was a mirror...
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"You...ahem...do you know...what happened to it...?"