Zhao Ruru did not ignore the pity in his tone and still looked at Yu Xing warily.
She decided to go out and ask Zhao Mou what his degree of personality alienation was.
This person was brought to the party by Zhao Mou, wouldn’t he not know it?
Yu Xing kept the smile on his face, raised his head and said to the young master's portrait: "Don't worry, I won't open your coffin. It's sealed so tightly that I can't open it even if I want to."
The young man in the portrait also began to bleed from his nostrils, corners of his mouth, and ears.
“It seems I said something that was not quite right.” Yu Xing chuckled, completely ignoring the scary-looking but inoffensive photo, and walked to the coffin on the left without a photo.
Although attempts to open the five coffins in the middle were stopped, there was no ghostly smell in the coffins next to them.
He took a cursory glance when he entered the mourning hall. The coffins were in different states. For example, the young master's coffin was the only one among a dozen coffins that had been nailed. Another example was the one in front of him. The coffin wall was covered with bloody fingerprints.
There are a total of twelve coffins, four of which are covered with bloody handprints.
“Fortunately…” Zhao Ruru raised his head and wondered why Yu Xing was so obsessed with the coffin.
"Why are you panicking? Aren't you looking for a door?" Yu Xing knew that his behavior just now scared the little girl, so he decided to tell her good news as compensation, "And I have found it."
Zhao Ruru was stunned.
Her brain was spinning rapidly, and she finally realized something.
“Don’t you want to say that?” She opened her eyes wide and glanced at the coffins.
“Yes, it’s what you think.” Yu Xing walked around the coffin with bloody fingerprints and came to a coffin with no obvious abnormality except for being slightly moldy. He put his hand on the coffin lid and pushed it suddenly.
Not promoted.
But the deduction prompt was pushed.
Ouch, if it’s such a threat, I’m so scared.
Yu Xing tasted the systematic writing with great interest and commented: "The word game is very good."
system:"……"
Without hesitation at all, he pushed the coffin again. This time, with his unusual strength, the lid of the coffin was easily pushed open.
There is nothing inside.
There are no ghosts and no secret passages.
"It's not the door." Zhao Ruru was a little disappointed. She knew that time was running out. If Yu Xing guessed wrong, Zhao Yijiu, who couldn't control the ghost, would definitely come back after a while. By then, they would be in real trouble.
However, it seemed that it was a good spirit but not a bad spirit. Just as she was thinking this, footsteps approaching from far away were heard outside, as well as a louder scream.
Zhao Ruru’s expression changed and he said urgently: “Find the door quickly, otherwise you will really be told here!”
At this stage of the mission, it is actually not that easy to fall into a siege. If the correct door position is found step by step, these men in white will be scattered in all directions, and there will be no killing situation at all.
But they were too careless, and so was she. She suddenly lost her mind just because the analysis went well, and accompanied Yu Xing into the mourning hall where there were the most people in white without any evidence. Even because of the attraction of Zhao Yijiu along the way.
, all the people in white clothes in the Yin Mansion came.
The more Zhao Ruru thought about it, the weirder he felt, as if he had just been confused by a ghost.
She is a cautious person, how could she make such a hasty choice?
Yu Xing’s smiling tone seemed to be completely unaware of the danger at hand: “Don’t worry, it’s too late.”
Zhao Ruru’s weird feeling became even stronger.
She suddenly shuddered as she recalled Yu Xing's attempt to open the five coffins to release the ghosts.
What if Xing didn’t seek death, but actually wanted her to die?
This luck may not be real luck, but a disguise of a ghost!
Although he didn't know where the opportunity was for the ghost to be swapped, the thought came together and blossomed in Zhao Ruru's heart. Her pupils tightened, her breathing became erratic, and she instinctively wanted to run towards the door.
One is to stay away from "Xing", and the other is to run out of the mourning hall before Zhao Yijiu comes in with the man in white, otherwise she will be blocked in the mourning hall, and she knows that she will definitely not survive.
Thirdly, she had to remind Zhao Yijiu that there was no one he trusted here, only a ghost who was good at lying!
However, as soon as she lifted her legs, Zhao Ruru felt an irresistible pulling force from her arm. She was frightened and was pulled in front of "Yu Xing", and a sentence crossed her mind: "It is indeed a ghost, otherwise the strength
It can’t be this big.”
The distance suddenly came closer, an unknown smile lingered on the corner of "Yu Xing's" mouth, and the blackness in his eyes was bottomless.
"You" Zhao Ruru was about to speak when her body suddenly flew into the air. She screamed briefly and looked at the young man in front of her in horror.
"Why do you look like I'm scary..." Princess Yu Xing hugged Zhao Ruru, lowered her tone, and said in a voice close to a murmur, "No one has looked at me with this expression for a long time. This will make
I was in a daze."
No one in the live broadcast room might be able to hear this, but Zhao Ruru was close enough to barely capture the entire sentence.
So she became even more frightened.
The voices of Zhao Yijiu and the man in white outside the door were getting closer and closer. She not only hoped that Zhao Yijiu would come to save her quickly, but also thought rationally that when Zhao Yijiu came in, she saw Xing, who was supposed to be helping, turned into a ghost.
, he still has to deal with the crowds of people in white alone, and I'm afraid he won't be able to take care of her at all.
It’s over, dead end.
She is really a rare pure auxiliary deducer. Every sacrifice fused with her persona has no attack power at all.
In this desperation, the arm at the crook of her leg moved and she was stuffed into the open coffin.
“!”
He wants to bury me alive!?
This method of death was even more unacceptable to Zhao Ruru than being killed by a claw. She watched helplessly as Yu Xing picked up the coffin lid with one hand and covered it above her.
The coffin was closed, and Zhao Ruru was inside patting the lid of the coffin. Yu Xing was afraid that she would run out, so he pressed his right hand on the coffin.
A deep dark green light faintly flowed under the palm of his hand, and Yu Xing murmured: "Overly active and ineffective thinking is really not easy to worry about... just stay in it, and it will be over soon."
A few seconds later, the coffin returned to calmness. He took his hand away, and a small lock-shaped pattern like an ink painting appeared on the coffin. Around the lock, there was a ghostly face that was too faint to be seen.
All movement inside the coffin disappeared.
Just at this moment, Zhao Yi rushed into the mourning hall like a drunkard, turned around and closed the door with the door latch that came with it. When he turned around, he saw Yu Xing standing next to the coffin, and Zhao Ruru was missing from the room.
The sound of a man in white knocking on the door and an even louder scream came from outside the door. Zhao Yijiu did not look embarrassed, but the sweat on his forehead and slightly trembling muscles showed that he was in danger of being chased by a group of ghosts alone.
This door won't hold up for long, ten seconds at most.
Zhao Yijiu ran towards Yu Xing and blurted out: "Has Zhao Ruru entered the house already?"
Otherwise, I wouldn’t be absent.
Yu Xing said "Hmm" and motioned for Zhao Yijiu and him to walk to the right side of the row of coffins.
He said: "Open the coffin and open the coffin without bloody fingerprints."
Of the twelve coffins, five have photos, four have bloody fingerprints, and the remaining three... are all slightly moldy but have no obvious abnormalities.
There is a body on the left, and now Zhao Ruru is lying inside.
There are two bodies on the right side.
Zhao Yijiu didn’t ask why, and immediately followed the instructions. He paused slightly when his hand touched the coffin board, obviously he also received the system prompt.
But he did not hesitate and pushed away directly
There was nothing in the coffin.
He looked at Yu Xing with doubtful eyes. At this moment, the door latch was shot by the man in white and a huge crack was made. There was an obvious click.
"Lie down in the coffin and close the lid. No matter what happens later, don't lift the lid." Yu Xing also opened the last moldy coffin, and with a bang, the door was broken.
The people in white immediately looked at the portraits in the mourning hall. They found that the portraits had eyes wide open with anger or bleeding from their orifices, and then they became much quieter, as if they were afraid.
It was only quiet for a moment before they began to test and slowly walked towards the mourning hall, forming an airtight circle around Zhao Yijiu and Yu Xing.
Fortunately, the room that served as the mourning hall was large enough, occupying a full third of the fifth courtyard. If the man in white walked at this speed, it would still take a few seconds to reach them.
Zhao Yijiu took one look at it, immediately lay down in the coffin, and closed the coffin boards smoothly, doing it in one go, as if he had laid down in it many times before.
Seeing that his two teammates finally finished lying down, Yu Xing breathed a sigh of relief.
Fortunately, Zhao Yijiu's trust in him is very strong, unlike Zhao Ruru who thinks about all things.
Time was urgent, and he had no time to explain to Zhao Ruru, so he could only forcefully stuff her in... and then use the ability of the new sacrifice that was fused with the original sacrifice to completely imprison her in the coffin to prevent her from crawling around.
come out.
Alas, he is such a gentle man!
Praising himself inwardly, Yu Xing looked at the men in white who were surrounding him. He could have easily gotten into his coffin.
But he looked at the five coffins in the middle, and the desire in his heart was about to stir.
Zhao Ruru is right. In the deductions of struggle level and mourning, death situations are basically created.
But she overlooked one point.
This is Parallel of Death, a live broadcast of progress competition.
In the first stage of winning by speed, it is completely unnecessary to set up five malicious ghosts that require the player to die before they appear. There is no such motive at all.
Besides, it’s just the breath of a ghost. It’s probably not appropriate to be sure that there is a real ghost inside just because of the breath.
He felt that it was not a ghost inside, but something that could be collected.
It’s the kind of thing that whether you take it or not doesn’t affect the level, but it will definitely be beneficial if you take it.
Furthermore...
Even if it is really a ghost, as long as he lies in the coffin before being caught, nothing will happen to him. After all, the deduction instructions make it very clear.
“until you die”.
That is to say, after death, no matter what they are, they will no longer haunt the person who opens the coffin.
There is a funeral being held here.
And he lay down in the coffin and closed the lid.
Who can prove that he is not dead?
This tip seems to be a threat to the player to open the coffin, but in fact, it is an obvious and friendly tip!
Yu Xing spent 0.01 seconds to convince himself, walked up to the five coffins, raised his feet and kicked them.
The deduction prompts sounded four times in a row. Except for the young master’s nailed coffin, the lids of the other coffins fell to the ground one after another, making a dull sound.