The sound of help was like a wind that would dissipate at any time, so weak that even Yu Xing's hearing could not capture the real truth.
The wind has been spinning in the air for several times, and it seems that if you don’t pay attention to it, it will be like gravel and will no longer be able to recover from its original state.
Yu Xing's hair was a little messy because of the rushing chasing the guard ghost just now, making him look less "close" than usual, and he showed calmness under irritability and rare aggression.
He no longer looked at Carlos. After closing his eyes, he did not make any sound. He had reason to guess that when Carlos talked to others through the paper man, his body would not have to do the same thing.
Someone asked for help...who would it be?
Yu Xing stood up and carefully identified the direction of the call for help. In no success, he had to endure the dust on the wall and press his ears on it.
Through the transmission of solid media, the sound of help is amplified in an instant. It is a woman's voice, and its voice characteristics are different from all the women he has seen in this deduction so far.
Sharp, rapid, collapsed.
It's like a woman is experiencing some horror that breaks through the psychological defense line.
Of course, Yu Xing would not take it for granted that this must be a call for help from a living person.
He is so active just because he has a plot killing, so the plot killing should be very interesting, right?
Any abnormality he discovered first now may be his plot killing.
Yu Xing thought about it, took the piece of paper that Carlos had just folded out of paper, and wrote a sentence with a pen.
"It seems that something is wrong. I'll go ahead and take a look. Don't follow me. After the half-hour deadline has passed, I will send a paper person to me."
He gently put the note to Carlos's hand, and then walked out with the Tang sword.
The blood trough on his long blood stained sword has now been about a quarter of red. Part of the blood absorbed comes from the fish monster and part of it comes from the water ghost. These two guys have indeed consumed some of his resources.
As for plot killing, sometimes plot killing can be accidentally injured, so Yu Xing hopes to stay away from Carlos before the end of thirty minutes, so as not to end Carlos.
Yu Xing walked slowly in the direction of the call for help, and split his hand to take care of his hair so that it would not block his sight.
As he walked, he found that the surrounding environment was not right, the stone wall was 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 over.
This area is definitely much smaller than when he first entered the maze. Yu Xing felt that he must have walked to 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 to leave. Fortunately, the light ahead was relatively concentrated, unlike a corridor, so the end should be imminent. Yu Xing accelerated and lie down. At a certain moment, the pressure was lighter, and the cramped corridor reached the end, leading him to a larger square room.
In an instant, the call for help disappeared, as if he had achieved his goal, he was too lazy to pretend.
The light was no longer brought by the night pearl. Torches were lit around the square chamber. I don’t know when it started to ignite, making the square chamber red.
He looked up slightly, glanced at the new place, and a hint of excitement suddenly flashed in his eyes.
He seemed to have come to a showroom of art works many years ago.
——The reason for saying this is because there are several large round heads hanging in this square room.
It is not a specimen. Yu Xing could tell at a glance that all the people on the wall with their eyes closed and eyes open, those who had been dead for a long time and those who had just died were all open their eyes, staring at the distance, or rather, staring at the door.
The heads of a wall were lit and dark as the fire broke out, and their expressions seemed a little gloomy and swayed slightly in the air because they were not hanging very steadily.
The call for help just now is likely to be heard from their mouths.
Yu Xing did not go forward first. He retained his interest in the heads and investigated the torch first.
The torch is complete and old. Apart from the accumulation of dust, there is no trace of burning on the torch.
He could see the torch burning from a distance in the corridor. Logically speaking, the burning marks on the torch should be very heavy. Could it be that the torch is actually a false thing because of the maze, so it can burn anytime and anywhere, without restrictions?
If the torch is fake, then this secret room is really not far from the square room.
Yu Xing's enthusiasm did not decrease, and he believed that there must be a reason for this secret room to appear.
After looking at the torches, he finally came to the wall of people's heads and looked up at them.
The heads were neatly arranged, but their fractures were not uniform. They were not cut off by sharp weapons, but seemed to be twisted off directly. Through the distant time and space, Yu Xing could feel the cruelty of the initiator.
The hair of these heads was very long, but not the kind of disheveled hair he had seen before to cover his face, but was carefully tied up and tied into a bun and tied behind his head, somewhat like an ancient soldier.
These people may have existed when the tomb palace was built. Now, in this maze, their faces did not turn into a pool of carrion over time, and only bones were left behind, but were preserved to lifelike, as if they could laugh and say hello to Yu Xing in the next moment.
Yu Xing lowered his eyes and looked at the heads at the same height as his own eyes, and found that they did not look like soldiers, they were indescribable, just like... they were from all classes, some were pale-faced, some were rich, some were vicious, and some were bookish.
Some look in their fifties, with wrinkles on their faces and dark skin, like a farmer; some are in their teens, with tender skin and tender flesh, probably a rich young master.
They are not like soldiers, but like... burial.
These two words passed through Yu Xing's mind, and he looked at the head of a wall again, and his feelings were different.
The demonic path is a bit too much. It will take so many people to join us after death.
This chapter is not finished yet, please click on the next page to continue reading the exciting content behind! He remembered that the demonic Taoist built the tomb palace to resurrection and avoid the interference of some kind of power. Since she knew that she would survive, why did she kill so many people?
Yu Xing took a few steps back and counted the number of heads.
There are 134 heads on this wall alone.
This can only tell one thing.
In the evil Taoist plan, so many people need to die to ensure her resurrection.
He remembered the diary of Uncle Zhang's great-grandfather. In that diary, he wrote that the Ghost Tree was a giant tree full of human heads. If the wall of human heads in the square room did not exist, then the real location of these human heads should be on the Ghost Tree.
In other words, killing so many people is all about fertilizing the ghost tree?
Yu Xing said "tsk".
He was basically sure that the demon Tao must have discovered some ability of Guichen Tree and wanted to use it to complete resurrection, or to complete resurrection again and again, so he built this tomb palace, occupying the "treasure land" first, leaving some powerful monsters as guards, so as not to compete with her in future generations.
The growth of the ghost tree requires nutrients and time. According to the shape of the ghost tree in the great-grandfather's diary, more than 1,200 years ago, the ghost tree should have been a seedling.
So the order of the whole thing should be that the demon Taoist found the seedlings of the ghost tree, discovered the power of the ghost tree and used it to harm the disaster, and was resurrected by the princes, and completely resounded with the reputation of the demon Taoist. Then, the tomb palace was built in Chongyin Mountain, surrounding the ghost tree, and then watering the ghost tree with living people to make it grow.
Although the Ghost Tree cannot be approached in legend, and it will die if it gets close, the Demon Taoist, as its cultivator, may be an exception.
The demon Taoist probably never expected that a false square room would allow this hateful tomb robber to see so much information. If she knew, she would probably not have done anything extra.
Yu Xing walked around the square room again. He didn't think the meaning of existence here was to send him information, so he was waiting for the plot to kill him.
These conditions are complete, they are alone, weird, and there are so many people.
If the plot is not killed, it would be too much. Yu Xing will definitely call the system a waste.
Maybe the system heard the trash he silently recited, and the torch suddenly reacted.
The amplitude of light and shadow suddenly became larger. There was no wind, but the flames trembled violently, making people's eyes uncomfortable.
The same is true for ropes hanging on human heads. The heads swing left and right, colliding with the likes around them, making dull sounds, and some of them even rotated because of such collisions.
The fire shone on the heads, and the huge and ferocious shadows of the heads were reflected on the walls. There were such terrifying lights and shadows on several walls, chaotic and twitching, and everything seemed to be out of control.
Yu Xing's nose was surrounded by a strong smell of blood, as well as a smell of resentment and decay.
He heard the sound of speeches, sometimes big and sometimes small, and overlapping, as if a thousand mosquitoes were performing three-dimensional surround sounds beside his head.
"A new fertilizer came..."
"I look pretty, why didn't I have such a skin before my lifetime?"
"Hehehe... No matter how good the skin is, it will still rot in the ground, and that woman will not be soft-hearted."
"Shh... don't mention her. She has come again recently. I really don't want to see her. She reminds me of my unknown ears."
"It's in her belly hahahaha! You don't need ears anymore anyway, you can't hear anything."
Yu Xing raised his eyes and found that the eyes of these heads were focused on him.
"Come on, come on." The young man with tender skin smiled and said, "Join us, you don't know how tired they are."
The heads around him scolded him, and after a few seconds he laughed again: "Come on, we can grow taller again when you come, and we can see a further place!"
Yu Xing raised his eyebrows, and he felt an attraction leading him forward.
There were many branches-like patterns suddenly stretched out from the wall that was not abnormal just now. Yu Xing took two steps back and the branches perseveredly drilled out.
The people laughed wildly, making him feel a headache.
He had a headache and would be in a bad mood. So the heads laughed for a while and heard a low magnetic and calm voice saying, "What are you laughing at? Are you happy to be hung on a tree?"
The laughter of the heads came to an abrupt end.
"You are so miserable. The first time I saw such a ghost who could make you happy. Other ghosts should learn more about you, be tolerant of those who killed themselves, and then appreciate their deaths, and be happy that their skin was repaired by coroners." Yu Xing smiled unintentionally, "Oh, I forgot, you don't even have a corpse, and others can't learn it."
Head: "…"
Are you human?
It has to be said that Yu Xing successfully aroused their sadness. Originally, they were also victims, and Yu Xing didn't want to treat them like this, but these victims all became gangsters who helped the evil.
Yu Xing found that the attraction was even greater, and his steps couldn't help but move forward a little, less than one meter away from the branch stretching out from the wall.
He held the Tang sword tightly, changed his posture, stabilized himself, and then cut his sword on the branch.
The branches shrank back like frightened, but Yu Xing's pupils involuntarily enlarged. He knew very well that his knife could not leave any wounds on these thin branches!
This should be the branch in the outermost circle of the Ghost Tree. I don’t know how many levels it has been divided to make it so thin.
If it is a main trunk, first-level branch or second-level branch, it is probably thicker than him.
But even such a thin outer circle branch, he couldn't cut it. Is the ghost tree so strong?
For the first time, Yu Xing felt that there was a "ghost" that would make him feel helpless. He even imagined that if he was pulled in by a ghost tree, even if he could be resurrected, he would be imprisoned in the tree and die again and again.
His resurrection ability is probably not an advantage at this time, but a torture that makes people collapse.
In other words... in front of Guichenshu, he really can't die, he will be finished if he dies once.
This is really-
Too happy.
Yu Xing looked at the thin branches, and there was not a single leaf on the dry branches, as if living things could not grow on them.
He hit the slash with one knife, although it was useless, but it successfully caused the attraction to stagnate for a moment.
Taking advantage of this gap, Yu Xing retreated for several meters and took the time to take a look at the countdown.
The plot killing within thirty minutes is now the 25th minute.
Of course, the system only said that it would appear within thirty minutes, but did not say that it would end within thirty minutes. Even if time passed, he still had to survive the crisis by himself.
What’s important is that this plot killing, for him, the mortality rate is 50%.
Even people like Yu Xing must have a mortality rate of 50%. I think the system can't find anything, so I can only draw a false space to make the Ghost Tree appear.
Yu Xing's evasion made the people crazy. They shouted and shouted, asking Yu Xing to accompany them quickly.
Yu Xing was happy. He finally found something besides the actors, which made him feel threatening.
Only things that can really make him fall into a desperate situation are worth his full efforts to deal with.
But when he was about to continue to hide, he was looking for where the fifty percent of his life was, he suddenly felt a sudden sigh of mind.
A familiar, very unpleasant aura was surging from his body, with a faint tendency to explode.
The dark mist flowed out from his heart like a cocoon, and then melted into the surrounding light and shadow like crazy, surrounding the fire into an extremely dim light.
The coldness spread to the internal organs. Yu Xing shivered and was almost caught up by the branches. He once again used a Tang sword to force the branches back a little, and then covered the blood-seeking corners of his mouth and nose.
He felt the curse power that suddenly began to show his presence at this time, and finally cursed the system.
"What about the promised suppression? Two dungeons exploded twice? You are a waste!"