Looking at Yi Qing, who was covering his face with a fan and refused to show his whole face, Yu Xing murmured.
Yiqing said that there is no such thing...then it is not such a thing.
Although this denial is very perfunctory.
Yu Xing didn’t ask further. He didn’t care too much about it. He just noticed that the source of Yi Qing’s information was a bit strange, so he asked casually.
Thinking about it, the most likely possibility is that the system has made it easier for She Qinggui... Anyway, Yiqing has a lot of authority. Yu Xing noticed this when he was at the Qing Gui bar.
At this time, he had been walking for five or six minutes, during which he could occasionally hear the sound of bells on the other side of the wall.
Fortunately, no matter how frantic Alice was, she did not break through the wall. The key may be that she did not find Yu Xing. Otherwise, it is not certain whether she would have broken through the wall.
But then I thought, if she could break through the wall, she wouldn't be able to break through the thick door of the sculpture exhibition hall.
Yu Xing secretly thought: "Ghosts that cannot pass through walls are not a threat... As the final boss of Alice Hell, is she a little weaker? Sure enough... there is still..."
As his thoughts became clearer and clearer, he felt that he had another piece of evidence for his guess, and his current pace was even more complicated.
Finally, he had not heard Alice's bell for four minutes in a row, and a place appeared in front of him that made his eyes light up.
kitchen!
That's right, it was the place where the three fat chefs prepared dinner for them. Fortunately, Yu Yu's control of the direction successfully allowed him to enter the place he had been before.
It is not the time to prepare meals at this time, the kitchen is quiet, the fat chefs have already left, and I don’t know where they went. Only various mechanical punk style kitchen utensils that have not been started are left, such as inlaid with gears and thick metal feel.
The stove, range hood, etc. are quietly waiting for their next use.
“Very good, we’re on the right track now…” Yu Xing curled his lips and walked into the kitchen without hesitation.
He looked around and was a little curious about the way the chefs cooked. He only felt that these utensils were somewhat different from normal kitchen utensils and the format was strange.
Then, he raised his head and made a gesture of looking up.
Since Alice may appear at any time, he is currently wearing a smiley mask on his face and his vision is slightly uncomfortable.
From his perspective, he can see the half-story-high observation deck on the third floor.
In order to provide tourists... or is it something else? A perfect viewing angle, it is slightly extended outwards? It is particularly conspicuous? The crystal platform sparkles under the light, giving people a sense of
A dreamlike feeling.
Looking at the crystal railings on the observation deck? Yu Xing showed a satisfied smile.
Seeing his expression, Yiqing also glanced at the observation deck? Then he asked, "What did you think of?"
"I thought of the fastest shortcut to the library." Yu Xing responded casually. He turned around and picked up the large vat used to hold wine in the kitchen.
The wine tank was almost full, and a strong aroma of white wine was exuding, filling the air with a fermented smell that made people slightly dizzy.
With Yu Xing's movement, the wine vat, which was half a person's height, moved away from its place. The top wine spilled a little onto the ground due to the shaking, and there were invisible water stains on the ground.
Yiqing: "..." Does this power really exist?
That’s a full wine vat.
If he was not restricted in the deduction, it would be easy to use ghost energy to move the wine vat, just like he could smash Zhao Yijiao into the wall with a wave of his hand at the Sheqing Bar. :(/
But luckily Yu is not a ghost!
Yiqing watched Yu Xing without saying a word. He moved the wine jar from its original position to the stove, put it down and paused for two seconds. With a suppressed groan, the wine jar was directly carried by the thin and weak-looking young man.
On top of the stove!
…Okay? He knows what someone is going to do.
Yiqing’s abilities were too limited, so he chose to watch from the sidelines.
Yu Xing was naturally not as relaxed as Yi Qing looked at this moment. His body had fully grown as he walked to the kitchen. At this time, under the cover of his sweater, the veins in his arm that moved the wine vat were bulging, and his muscles were tight.
Only by exerting firm force can he move the wine vat quietly without making a loud dragging sound and attracting ghosts.
It's just that no matter how hard he exerted himself under his clothes, it didn't show on his face.
After all, although his strength is greater than that of ordinary people, the full wine vat is too heavy and somewhat overloaded.
She put down the wine jar quietly, making almost no sound in the process.
Yu Xing wiped the sweat from his temples, regained his strength, and took aim at another large object stored in the kitchen.
Not long after, a row of tall objects was piled on the stove. These objects were tilted towards the viewing platform little by little, forming a subtle and stable angle.
Seeing the distance between the top of the pile of things and the observation deck getting closer, Yu Xing measured the remaining distance.
The distance in the horizontal direction is about four meters, and the difference in the vertical direction is 2.5 meters.
There are not many items that can be moved in the kitchen. They are patched here and there, and a "ladder" is barely completed.
Yes, Yu Xing wants to use these movable things to build a staircase that allows him to go directly from the second floor to the third floor!
Since you can take a "leap of faith" without taking the usual path from top to bottom, why should you follow the rules from bottom to top?
“We still have to consider the height difference.” He murmured, secretly calculating for a while, and then stretched his sore waist and legs.
Yi Qing wants to speak but stops.
Until Yu Xing couldn't find anything to add to the ladder, he reached the top of the ladder step by step with a light and neat movement. When he squinted his eyes and prepared to jump over a long distance, the green ghosts who were watching the whole process couldn't bear it.
He stopped and said, "Wait a minute... I know that you are very strong and can move these heavy objects, but..."
This distance, if you compare it with a parabola, you will know how impossible it is to cross.
Since the building on the third floor is very smooth and there is no place to climb, Yu Xing obviously planned to jump to the observation deck. The observation deck is half a floor higher than the third floor. This is comparable to the long jump of four meters and the high jump of two meters.
Five is outrageous.
Don't jump and fall into a puddle of mud again. It will take a while to recover.
Not to mention suffering in vain, the loud noise made when going down can easily be noticed by ghosts.
“Yiqing.” Yu Xing looked up at the observation deck and called the green ghost’s name without saying anything, “Do I look like someone addicted to suicide?”
Yiqing realized that the other party had other ideas, and smiled elegantly: "Excuse me."
The next moment, his smile froze.
I saw the [Photography Dreamland] held in Yu Xing's hand, being thrown out by Yu Xing in a very free and elegant manner.
The sharp dagger rotated rapidly, bringing out a brief whistling sound, and then a trembling sound, and it was nailed to the smooth wall on the side of the kitchen.
This position is exactly in the center of the horizontal direction and two-fifths of the way vertically.
Seeing that the position was just right, Yu Xing did not hesitate at all. He borrowed strength from the object under his feet, jumped up, and accurately stepped on the dagger body that was half exposed outside the wall. Fastest update PC version::/
The dagger was pressed into a tough arc, and then bounced back as Yu Xing "flyed" out again.
Over there, Yu Xing's position was obviously unable to reach the plane of the observation deck, but his pupils reflected the closer and closer crystal light. He smiled slightly and held two crystal railings with his hands in the dim sight.
At this moment, he was hanging on the edge of the observation deck, as if he would fall down at any time.
But this is enough.
Yu Xing exerted his strength with both arms, swayed his body, and rolled up with an unscientific and light posture.
With his feet on the ground, Yu Xing let out a long breath, held down the extinguished fire folders, glass balls and other items in his pocket, and immediately lay down tiredly on the ground of the observation deck.
A sigh: "I'm so tired..."
Physical strength is a flaw.
Yiqing floated up, and when Yu Xing touched the ground again, showing no signs of mysophobia, he squatted next to Yu Xing, his black hair swept the blood on the fabric of the sweater, and he took it away with his hand: "Awesome, Yu
gentlemen."
There is a hint of coolness in the gentle tone.
Yu Xing raised his eyes and looked at him, deliberately ignoring his dissatisfaction: "Can you please help me get the dagger back?"
As a ghost in the dagger, Yi Qing could naturally control the dagger, but he did not move. Instead, he said to Yu Xing in a very polite manner: "Take it back? When you stepped on the dagger just now, why didn't you consider taking it?
What about not coming back?”
“Oops~” Yu Xing noticed the faint threat in Yiqing’s eyes. He recalled the difference in the environment when Yiqing was floating and walking. Afterwards, he realized that Yiqing seemed to have a mysophobia.
His shoes have been stepped on blood. Some people say that the soles of the shoes are very dirty. No wonder Yiqing is unhappy. It was the same when he threw [Photography Dreamland] on the ground casually in reality.
He jumped up, feeling dizzy, then immediately took off his mask, clasped his hands together, and made a begging gesture, with a cheerful face: "You old man, please don't be angry. In this situation just now, double jumping with a dagger is wrong."
It’s a very reasonable measure~”
Seeing the tone of the man in front of him start to fluctuate, as if he was preparing to muddle through and confuse the audience, Yi Qing saw through it at a glance and did not buy it. He only glanced sideways at him: "But, I don't like the things you get from me to be like other people."
Everything gets dirty."
Forget it as a normal gift, now he is living in [Photographing Dreamland]!
I really don’t know how to cherish it...it’s too much! (￣へ￣)
Yu Xing: Oh? Why don’t you feel dirty about the blood stains on this dagger when it was used to kill people and ghosts?
Thinking of this, the expression on his face became more sincere and well-behaved. This is the experience he has gained through practice over the years. Most of the time, with his face, if he shows weakness, both men and women will calm down.
Yi Qing is equally experienced. After all, he approached Yu Xing by pretending to be discouraged and showing weakness. Even so, thinking about his position, he straightened up, the accessories on his robe jingled, and sighed softly.
With a sigh, he drifted over and pulled out the dagger on the wall.
He returned to Yu Xing, held the blade, and handed the handle of the dagger to Yu Xing.
After Yu Xing took it, Yiqing said: "Then, next time..."
Yu Xing wiped the dagger on his clothes: "I'll dare you next time."
Also clear: "?"
Seeing that the dagger was already in Yu Xing's hand, Yi Qing immediately regretted why he had helped the previous second!
But he quickly regained his composure, as if he was not the one who had lost his temper just now, and his gentle voice did not change at all: "Interesting..."
“Right, interesting?” Yu Xing knew that being interesting was much more important than being mysophobic. He was not false at all, and even agreed, and then walked towards the bedroom.
When he got to the observation deck, he saw places on both sides that he had walked through before. It could be said that he was familiar with the road.
Go back to the lobby on the first floor first, and then go directly to the fourth floor through the stairs. This will definitely be faster than trying his luck on the second floor to find the stairs to the fourth floor.
…
The dark tunnel is filled with bright red roses.
The thorns were deformed, hard and sharp, and long and thin. Each thorn was strung with fragments of meat. The bright red liquid flowed down along the meat pieces, merged into the main rhizome, and then penetrated into the soil.
among.
The rose petals blooming coquettishly at the top seem to have absorbed blood as nutrients, and are so red that they are dazzlingly red. They are piled together in clusters, like a welcome guest from hell.
Zeng Lai, a gambler, doesn’t know how many times his skin has been scratched by rose thorns. Any place not covered by a sweater is covered with fine scratches, even his face is not spared.
Because he cannot see.
Who told him... to put the fire stick into Yu Xing's hand when he came down?
Looking at the dice with "2" facing up again in his hand, he already looked disappointed.
The result of the re-throw was still not ideal, which made him wonder who had cursed him for his bad luck today.
This has never happened before.
The only good news now is that when he fell, he felt that the space around him was distorted, so the black hole looked deep, but to him, it was not too high.
This is the only good news.
What comes after that is only bad news.
For example, where he fell, there was a distorted rose bush.
The sharp thorns pierced into his body without any hindrance, causing Zeng Lai to cry out twice in pain regardless of the image. Then he gritted his teeth and climbed up, pulling out all the thorns that had been pierced.
Then, he discovered that it was a dark tunnel with a long path and no lighting at all. The scent of roses was so strong that it made people feel tired just by smelling it, and their eyelids began to fight up and down.
Zeng Lai relied on his own protection from the cursed sacrifice to get rid of this feeling, and soon realized a problem.
This place does not look like any other floor. There is dirt under the feet instead of floor tiles. However, behind the roses on both sides, there are still walls, which can be seen endlessly, like an illusion.
He could only walk along the road, and his skin was constantly scratched by roses, causing bursts of strange pain.
Ten minutes later, he began to feel something was wrong.
Because, in addition to the fragrance of roses, he seemed to smell a very slight burnt smell.
"Is this a map of hidden missions..." Zeng Lai muttered a few words, and suddenly saw something different appearing in front of him.
It was a light red lamp hanging high on the ceiling, with a door below it.
He raised his eyebrows and had no other choice, so he stepped forward.
As soon as I reached the door, there was a knock on the door on the other side.
Following this, there were bursts of crying!
"Help me! Help me! I'm still here..."
“The cryer…” Zeng Lai paused and his face suddenly became complicated.
He didn't know what he was thinking, but he tilted his head for a while and cursed secretly.
Damn it... If that kid Ren Yi knew that he was so embarrassed during the deduction, he would definitely take pleasure in his misfortune!
Is this the luck brought by the "2" point... Why is he so unlucky today... The goddess of dice abandoned him?