The cry for help was like a gust of wind that could dissipate at any moment, so weak that even Yu Xing's hearing could not catch the real thing.
The wind circled in the air several times, and it seemed that if you didn't pay attention to it, it would become like gravel and never return to its original shape.
Yu Xing's hair was a little messy because he was being chased by the gatekeeper just now, which made him look less "close" than usual, showing a calmness beneath his irritability, and a rare aggression.
He no longer looked at Carlos, who had not made any sound since he closed his eyes. He had reason to guess that when Carlos talked to others through the paper, his body did not have to make the same move.
Someone is asking for help...who could it be?
Yu Xing stood up and carefully identified the direction of the cry for help, but to no avail, he had no choice but to endure the dust on the wall and put his ear to it.
Through the transmission of solid media, the cry for help was amplified in an instant. It was a woman's voice, and the characteristics of her voice were different from all the women he had seen in this deduction so far.
Sharp, rapid, crashing.
It's as if a woman is experiencing something terrifying that has broken through her psychological defenses.
Naturally, Yu Xing would not take it for granted that this must be a cry for help from a living person.
This is just because he is so positive - he still has a plot kill coming. The plot kill should be very interesting, right?
Any abnormality discovered by him first may be his plot killer.
Yu Xing thought for a while, took an extra piece of paper that Carlos had just folded, and wrote a sentence with a pen.
"There seems to be something wrong. I'll go to the front to take a look. Don't follow me. Send the paper man to me after the half-hour time limit has passed."
He gently placed the note in Carlos' hand, then walked out with the Tang Dao.
The blood groove on his blood-stained sword is now about a quarter red. Part of the blood absorbed comes from fish monsters and part from water ghosts. These two guys have indeed consumed some of his resources.
As for plot kills, sometimes plot kills can cause accidental injuries, so Yu Xing hoped to stay as far away from Carlos as possible before the end of the thirty minutes, so as not to end up with Carlos suffering the consequences.
Yu Xing walked slowly towards the direction where the cry for help came from, and took out a hand to smooth his hair so that it would not block his sight.
As he walked, he found that something was wrong with the surrounding environment. The stone walls were getting lower and lower, and his slender body was not so comfortable in the narrow corridor. In some places, he had to lower his head to walk properly.
This place was definitely much smaller than when he first entered the maze, and Yu Xing felt that he must have walked into some special place.
The wall above his head was getting lower and lower, and he felt the squeezed space and reluctantly continued to move forward.
A few minutes later, he had to squat before he could leave. Fortunately, the light in front of him was relatively concentrated and did not look like a corridor, so the end point should be around the corner. Yu Xing speeded up and crouched over. At a certain moment, the pressure eased, and the cramped
The corridor reached the end and led him to a larger square room.
In an instant, the cry for help disappeared, as if it had achieved its goal and didn't even bother to pretend.
The light was no longer brought by the night pearls. There were torches lit around the square room. I don’t know when they started burning, lighting up the square room red.
He raised his head slightly and glanced at the new place, a hint of excitement suddenly flashed in his eyes.
He seemed to have arrived at an art showroom from many years ago.
——The reason why I say this is because there are several large and round heads hanging in this square room.
They were not specimens, Yu Xing could tell at a glance. There were various heads on the wall with closed eyes, open eyes, long dead heads and recently dead heads with their eyes open, staring blankly into the distance, or maybe
Said, staring at the door.
The heads on the wall flickered in and out of light, their expressions somewhat gloomy, and because they were hung unsteadily, they swayed slightly in the air.
The cry for help just now most likely came from their mouths.
Yu Xing did not go forward first. He retained his interest in the heads and investigated the torches first.
The torch was complete and old, and apart from the accumulation of dust, there were no traces of burning on it.
He could already see the burning torch while looking at it from a distance in the corridor. Logically speaking, the burning marks on the torch should be very heavy. Could it be that this torch is actually a fake thing because of the maze, so it can be used at any time?
Burn anywhere, no restrictions?
If the torches are fake, then this square room that looks like a secret room is really nowhere to be found.
Yu Xing's enthusiasm has not diminished. He believes that there must be a reason for the appearance of this secret room.
After looking at the torches, he finally came to the wall of human heads and raised his head to look at them.
The heads were arranged neatly, but their fractures were not aligned. They were not severed by sharp weapons, but seemed to have been directly twisted off. Across the distance of time and space, Yu Xing could feel the cruelty of the instigator.
The hair on these heads was very long, but it was not the long hair that he had seen before that was worn loosely and used to cover the face. Instead, it was carefully tied and tied into a bun on the back of the head, somewhat like an ancient soldier.
These people may have existed when the tomb was built. Now, in this maze, their faces have not turned into a pile of carrion over time, leaving only skeletons in the end. Instead, they have been preserved as lifelike as if they were the next moment.
You can smile and say hello to Yu Xing.
Yu Xing lowered his eyes and looked at the heads at the same height as his own eyes, and found that they didn't look like soldiers either. They were indescribably weird, like... as if they were from all walks of life, with sallow complexions and thin muscles.
, some are rich, some are ferocious, and some are bookish.
Some look to be in their fifties, with wrinkled faces and dark skin, like farmers; some are in their teens, with thin skin and tender flesh, probably a young master from a wealthy family.
They don't look like soldiers, but rather... they are buried with them.
These two words crossed Yu Xing's mind, and when he looked at the wall of heads again, his feeling was different.
The demon path is a bit too much, and you have to bring so many people together to die.
He remembered that Yaodao built the tomb for the purpose of resurrection and to avoid interference from certain forces. Since she knew that she would live again, why did she kill so many people?
Yu Xing took a few steps back and counted the heads.
On this wall alone, there are one hundred and thirty-four heads.
This can only mean one thing.
In Yaodao's plan, so many people need to die to ensure her resurrection.
He also remembered Uncle Zhang's diary. In that diary, he wrote that the Ghostly Chenshu was a giant tree covered with human heads. If the wall of human heads in the square room did not exist, then the real location of these heads should be
The ghost has fallen into the tree.
In other words, killing so many people is all to fertilize the ghost Chenshu?
Yu Xing let out a "tsk" sound.
He was basically certain that the demon must have discovered some kind of ability of Gui Chenshu and wanted to use it to complete the resurrection, or to complete resurrections again and again, so he built this tomb and occupied the "treasure land" first
, leaving some powerful monsters as guards to prevent future generations from competing with her.
The growth of the ghost tree requires nutrients and time. According to the shape of the ghost tree in Grandpa's diary, the ghost tree should have been a seedling more than 1,200 years ago.
Therefore, the order of the whole thing should be that the demon path found the sapling of the Ghost Chenshu, discovered the power of the ghost Chenshu and used it to cause trouble. He was killed by the princes and then resurrected, completely resounding the name of the demon path, and then
A tomb palace was built in Chongyin Mountain to trap the ghost-sinking tree, and then living people were used to water the ghost-sinking tree to make it grow.
Although the Ghost Chenshu is said to be inaccessible and will die if you approach it in legend, the Demon Dao, as its cultivator, has its power, so it may be a special case.
Yao Dao probably never imagined that a fake square room would allow this hateful tomb robber to see so much information. If she had known, she probably wouldn't have done anything unnecessary.
Yu Xing walked around the square room again. He didn't think the purpose of existence here was to send him information, so he was waiting for the plot to be killed.
All the conditions are met, it's strange to be alone, there are so many people.
If you can't kill him in the plot, it's too much, and Yu Xing will definitely call the system a waste.
Maybe the system heard this rubbish sentence he silently recited, and the torch suddenly reacted.
The brightness and extinguishing of light and shadow suddenly became larger. Even though there was no wind, the flames shook violently, making people's eyes uncomfortable.
The same goes for the ropes hanging human heads. The heads swung left and right one by one and collided with similar ones around them, making a dull sound. Some even started to sing because of such collisions.
The firelight shone on the head, casting a huge and ferocious shadow of the head on the wall. Several walls were covered with such terrifying light and shadow. It was chaotic and clawing, and everything seemed out of control.
The tip of Yu Xing's nose passed by a strong smell of blood, as well as the smell of resentment and decay.
There was a chatter of voices in his ears, louder and quieter, overlapping, as if there were a thousand mosquitoes performing a three-dimensional surround sound around his head.
"Here comes a new fertilizer..."
"I'm pretty good-looking, but why didn't I have such a skin when I was alive?"
"Hehehe... No matter how good the skin is, it will rot in the ground, and that woman will not be soft-hearted."
"Shhh... don't mention her. She has been coming more frequently recently. I really don't want to see her. She reminds me of my ears that I still don't know where to go."
"It's in her belly, hahaha! You don't need ears now anyway, you can't hear anything."
Yu Xing raised his eyes and found that all the heads were focused on him.
"Come on, come on." The young man with thin skin and tender flesh said with a smile, "Join us, you don't know how tired I am of watching them."
People around scolded it, and within a few seconds they started laughing again: "Come on, now that you are here we can grow taller and see farther!"
Yu Xing raised his eyebrows, feeling an attraction pulling him forward.
A lot of branches-like lines suddenly protruded from the wall that seemed normal just now. Yu Xing took two steps back, and those branches continued to drill out.
The crowd laughed wildly, which gave him a headache.
He had a headache and was in a bad mood, so the heads laughed for a while, and then heard a low, magnetic and calm voice saying: "Why are you laughing? Are you happy to be hung on a tree?"
The heads' laughter stopped abruptly.
"You are so miserable. This is the first time I have seen such a ghost who can take pleasure in suffering. Other ghosts should learn from you and be tolerant to the people who killed you, and then appreciate your own death and repair your skin.
And happy." Yu Xing smiled evilly, "Oh, I forgot, you don't even have a corpse, so others can't learn it even if they want to."
Head: "..."
are you human.
It has to be said that Yu Xing succeeded in arousing their sadness. Originally, they were also victims, and Yu Xing did not want to treat them like this, but they, the victims, turned into scoundrels who helped the evildoers.
Yu Xing found that the attraction was even greater, and he couldn't help but move forward a little, and was less than one meter away from the branches sticking out of the wall.
He held the Tang Dao tightly, changed his posture to stabilize his lower body, and then struck the branch with the knife.
The branches shrank back as if frightened, but Yu Xing's pupils involuntarily dilated. He knew very well that his knife could not leave any wounds on these thin branches!
This should be the outermost branch of the Ghostly Chen tree. I don’t know how many levels it has to be divided into to be so thin.
If it's a trunk or a first-level branch or a second-level branch, it's probably thicker than him.
But he couldn't chop down even such thin outer branches. Is Gui Chenshu so strong?
For the first time, Yu Xing felt that there was a "ghost" that would make him feel powerless. He even imagined that if he was pulled into the ghost tree, even if he could be resurrected, he would be imprisoned in the tree again and again.
of death.
His resurrection ability may not be an advantage at this time, but a kind of torture that makes people collapse.
In other words... in front of Gui Chenshu, he really couldn't die. He would die once and that would be it.
This is really——
So gratifying.
Yu Xing looked at the thin branches. There were no leaves on the dry branches, as if living things could not grow on them.
He hit it with a knife, and although it was of no use, it succeeded in causing the attraction to stagnate for a moment.
Taking advantage of this gap, Yu Xing stepped back a few meters and took a moment to look at the countdown.
Thirty minutes of plot killing, and now it’s the twenty-fifth minute.
Of course, the system only said it would appear within thirty minutes, not that it would end within thirty minutes. Even if the time passed, he still had to survive the crisis on his own.
The important thing is that for him, this plot kill has a mortality rate of 50%.
Even people like Yu Xing have to have a 50% mortality rate. It seems that the system can't find anything and can only draw a false space for the ghost Chenshu to appear.
Yu Xing's avoidance made the heads go crazy. They clamored and shouted, asking Yu Xing to quickly accompany them.
Yu Xing was happy because he finally found something that threatened him besides the actor.
Only something that can truly plunge him into a desperate situation is worthy of his full response.
But when he was about to continue hiding and look for the 50% chance of survival, he suddenly felt something in his heart.
A familiar, very unpleasant aura was surging from his body, with a faint tendency to explode.
The dark mist flowed out of his heart like a cocoon, and then merged into the surrounding light and shadow like crazy, surrounding the firelight and making it extremely dim.
The coldness passed into his internal organs, Yu Xing shivered, and was almost caught by a branch. He once again used the Tang knife to push the branch back a little, and then covered the bleeding corners of his mouth and nose.
He felt the power of the curse that suddenly began to show its presence at this time, and finally cursed the system.
"What about the suppression you promised? Two copies will explode twice? Are you a loser?"