It was no different from what Yu Xing guessed. The sky in the world in the painting soon became dark.
Just as wildfires spread, it was out of control, and a black tide was covered by the distant sky. The gray and white clouds rolled up as if they were speeding up, turning from white to black.
In the field of vision, the river bank became blurred, and the voices of people walking were getting fewer and fewer, as if in a moment, those people disappeared.
The cold wind blew from the river, faintly crying with ghosts, and whispers that were unrecognizable in the air. In just a short while, the entire riverside changed.
"Zhao Yijiu"'s legs were exposed outside his red skirt, and he shrank inward with coldness. He almost maintained his sitting posture and watched the wind and clouds change suddenly, his face gradually became solemn.
Obviously, when the world in the painting entered the dark sky, the horror atmosphere hidden during the day was revealed, and there was only one old man who was fishing, not far from him.
Suddenly, there seemed to be only a few people left in the whole world. He sat here, standing next to him with a fashionable woman standing next to him, looking at the river quietly.
On the other side, two girls in school uniforms were also cautiously together. On the other side of the river, the girl in white dress held her cheeks and sat on the stool, a little lonely, looking at them on the other side with bright eyes, as if she was watching a silent drama.
"Is this really OK?" Zhao Yijiu asked suddenly, his voice spread a distance from the quiet riverside and fell into the ears of the girl in the school uniform.
What? What can be done?
The chef and his companions immediately focused, they were all waiting for the ghosts in the river to attack, but the competitors seemed to have other ideas?
When Yu Xing heard Zhao Yijiu’s question, he bent down and replied in a low voice: “Listen to me, no problem.”
He pressed his voice, and the chefs and the others could not hear it, and they were even more curious.
There will be no conspiracy, right? The chef thought, and then sneered. It was him who took the initiative to activate the ghost in the painting. Everyone stood on the same starting line. Even if the deducer thought of any way to plot against people, it was just a hasty solution. What should he be afraid of?
So the chef made a gesture of calmness with his companion, preparing to not be fooled no matter what the deducer had to take the initiative to lure them, and they would not be fooled and wait and see what they had changed.
Zhao Yijiu didn't care about the chefs' and the others' psychological activities at all. She turned her head and said to Yu Xing: "You really want..."
"This is the best way." Yu Xing smiled and held Zhao Yijiu's neck unruly. "The two people may not have noticed all the information revealed by the pedestrians during the day just now. At most, they knew that the ghost in the river was a young girl, and they were looking for a girl to be a substitute... Not everyone is as smart as me~"
They had just entered the painting and walked around the river bank, and then sat here and remained motionless at Yu Xing's request.
Yu Xing said that while the two women were chatting, he heard that the girl who jumped into the river at the beginning was in a very good family, and it seemed that the reason why she jumped into the river was also related to her family.
In the woman chat version, it means that the girl was opposed by the family because she had a poor boyfriend, so she had a conflict with her family. The family sent the girl's younger brother to bring the girl back home and prevent her from meeting her boyfriend again. So she jumped into the river in front of her younger brother in anger.
Yu Xing disdained the plot of this version. He searched for news about the river on the mobile phone of the woman he possessed, and also saw some surveillance videos in the path. He was even more inclined to the girl's boyfriend who used the girl's feelings to trick her into the river...
The objection at home may be true, and the younger brother who is following his daughter should want to save the girl and persuade her to return to the role of the girl. If, as most people on walkers say to him, the younger brother should not follow the girl all the way.
From this, Yu Xing inferred what he thought was a version of the plot through these scattered clues and information.
Zhao Yijiu was clearly acting with Yu Xing, but he had no idea why they had walked the same path. Why didn't he notice the information that Yu Xing noticed, which made him look like a deaf person.
"Where is the one on the other side?" Zhao Yijiu asked the calm girl in white dress on the other side of the river.
"The one opposite is probably Yun Si. When he saw someone following us, he would definitely want to watch the fun..." Yu Xing replied, "If it is really him, then don't worry. At most, he will watch the fun and will not interfere with us."
Zhao Yijiu fell silent and could not refute, so he could only lend his neck to Yu Xing for his performance.
Yu Xing gave up his suppression voice and sighed: "Oh, look at how terrifying the river this night, as if many people had died. Tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk, do you say I'll touch the legendary girl's things?"
Zhao Yijiu did not answer.
So Yu Xing continued, "If the clothes and skirts are boring, just give me a pearl necklace, gem ring or something. It's not worth it... Why did you jump into the river when you first came? After reading the report, you dressed very richly."
Since Yu Xing is now a girl's body, his voice is also a woman's voice. At this time, the female voice is up and down in this depressing atmosphere. In addition, he dresses fashionablely and even has a little vulgar appearance. He hooks Zhao Yijiu's neck and talks loudly, and looks like a gold-worshiping woman who has no sympathy or awe for the dead.
Not far from the riverside, two "high school girls" who were trembling with coldness due to the gust of cold wind gathered together, and remained silent as they decided to watch Yu Xing's performance coldly.
"Does he want to use this method to attract the attention of the female ghost and let the female ghost attack him so that he can get the quota for this painting?" The chef's companion said to the chef in a slight voice, "That will indeed give him the advantage."
"No hurry, someone will try the strength of the ghost for us. We can observe the specific attack methods of the ghost." The chef said, "He seems to think that the female ghost in the river hates the gold-worshiping women. I'm afraid he has found more evidence to support this speculation. I admit that he is very good in the details and will be a powerful enemy."
This chapter is not over, please click on the next page to continue reading! "What should I do if I really let him go first?" My companion hesitated, "Otherwise we will take the lead too-"
Before the companion finished speaking, he was interrupted by the chef: "Are you stupid? In the past activities, you were kind to those enemies and hesitated for a long time to kill people. Then it was because everyone was a testimonial. Now these two people are deducers, people from another world. Apart from this activity, they will never have any interaction with us again. What are you afraid of?"
The chef sneered coldly, fearless about killing in the game because of habit: "He will definitely only go to a dead end - it is best for ghosts to kill him, even if he finds a way to safely survive the attack... aren't we still there? I don't know if everyone in the game on the deducer side is so kind that he can feel at ease to test the ghosts in front of us. I will teach him a lesson. Of course, whether he has a life after the class is not something I can decide, ha."
The companion was silent for a moment: "Although we are people from two systems, they did not do anything after all. This activity is not a game where many people have to die. Apart from killing all the deducers, aren't there three ways to pass the level? Will it be too hasty for us to do this?"
It is not that people think that killing deducers is not good, but that he thinks that hasty killing deducers can easily cause subsequent actions to lose control. He does not like unplanned actions.
"We came to the art gallery through the mirror, which is our home court." The chef understood what he meant, but did not intend to let go of the points he received. "A mirror connected to a building, and he actually came to our home court. He should think about how dangerous he was. Look, don't I plan to attack the one on the other side of the river? Because in this game, he is our compatriot."
"...What you said makes sense, then that's it." The companion shook his head, "It's just that everyone is the enemy of the system. If I continue to be kind, I might become the sinner of the experiencer."
"That's the idea." The high school girl under the chef's control smiled, pulled her companions and quietly retreated, trying to stay away from the river bank, because when they whispered in a low voice, the sound of water in the river was getting louder and louder.
Under the dark light, the river water became turbid and it was flowing, and from time to time there would be a strange sound of waves, as if something was contrary to the direction of the water flow, causing the river water to collide.
"Oh, it's so late, are there still people fishing?" For outsiders who were included in the painting, Yu Xing's performance traces were a bit heavy. After all, he was standing there quietly before dark, but after dark, he suddenly seemed to be drinking too much and began to attract attention.
But for the people and ghosts in the painting, they should have been standing here until the people walking gradually dispersed. They still stayed on the riverside as if they had something to do, staring at the river.
The person played by Yu Xing is like the kind of young woman who drinks too much and comes to the river to chat with her friends. She does not hide her despicable thoughts because no one pays attention to her.
After saying disrespect to the girl who jumped into the river, he even started talking about the old man who was fishing: "Can this old guy see this dark? What are you fishing for? So serious."
Zhao Yijiu: "...I don't know."
"I'm so speechless. An old man lives much happier than me. I have to think about how to make some money from my rich boyfriends. You said they are so rich, why are you so stingy with your girlfriend? Ha, hurry up and make money. After I get it, I'll find the next one. How about you asking him to buy me the latest mobile phone?"
As Yu Xing said, he focused on observing the fishing old man. The old man was there during the day and sat alone on the side, not participating in the conversation between the old friends, like a scene that was forgotten by everyone.
Neither his noise nor the weirdness of other "girls" could make the old man look up at them. The old man stared at the river seriously. Even if the fishing rod in his hand had never shaken, he had no intention of packing up his things and going home.
But the river flowed even more violently.
Seeing that the old man didn't respond, Yu Xing walked over staggeringly and bent down and asked casually: "Master, what are you doing? What fish do you want to catch? You can't catch all the things from those girls these days, hahahaha..."
The old man still didn't want to pay attention to him, but at this moment, the fishing rod in his hand shook, and the float floating on the river swayed violently. The old man sitting by the river like a statue suddenly turned his head. At this moment, Yu Xing saw the old man's face. The old man was actually not too old, that is, middle-aged and elderly, with dark skin, firm face, and thick lips. He should have a simple appearance, but his eyes were staring like copper bells, and bloodshot protruded in the whites of his eyes, as if he was about to stare his eyes out of his sockets.
"It's your turn!" The old man glared at Yu Xing, his tone was faint and without any emotion, but he used a very strange tone, just like some ancient pronunciation, which sounded like a kind of chanting.
This chanting brings a vicious, cursed, fateful feeling. Yu Xing felt in an instant that this should not be said by the old man, but a priest wearing a complex robe and covered with patterns on his face was dancing and singing on the altar.
"What should it be my turn? It's my turn to catch a big fish?" Yu Xing played the role of the character he wanted to play. He did not seem to take what the old man said seriously. Instead, he pointedly said a pun and laughed out loud, "Is that true, I'm sorry, I'll lend you a good word?"
"Look back, someone is behind you..." The old man was not affected by his trash words, but dragged his tone and said in a singing voice, "Go back quickly... don't come again... If you go on, it's your turn!"
The river water flowed, waves plastered on the river bank, swallowing the old man's fishing line. As the old man spoke, the turbid river water turned into strange black, and the black accumulated more and more, like some kind of dark algae.
"Old man, don't make it so scary at night." Yu Xing showed a little embarrassed look, "You are seen by others like this and you are considered mentally ill. Did I disturb you from fishing? Ha, you keep going, you keep going."
He said that, but he still seemed to be frightened by the old man and subconsciously looked back.
Behind him was Zhao Yijiu.
But when he turned around, he saw only the quiet riverside, and there was no one except him. Zhao Yijiu sat in an empty place, and even the two high school girls were farther away were gone.
"Hey, where is the person?" Yu Xing murmured, looked at the old man again, and found that the girl in the white dress on the other side was gone, the river was surging, and he showed a fearful look, "Don't scare me, what's going on, what about my friend?"
"It's your turn..." The old man finally glanced at him quietly, stood up, and walked towards the river with his feet, as if he wanted to walk directly into the river.
The black area in the river was getting bigger and bigger. Yu Xing stepped forward and tried to hold the old man, but found that his body could not move.
The old man walked into the river step by step slowly but firmly. The river water spread through his body. The moment before he was washed away, the black in the water surged, and strands surrounded his body.
The fishing rod flowed away with the water, and Yu Xing could not control his body. He could only watch the black hair that turned into solid hair, pulled the old man's body into the water, and then a slight bubble of invisible bubbles rose on the water.
Then he discovered that the next person who wanted to walk into the river became himself.