Not long after, the proprietress who went to the backyard to teach people how to make Fenglong clothes came back with small steps.
She looked at the group of tourists running around in her shop, grinned emotionlessly, and whispered: "Come in if you choose the right clothes."
Such a small sound could only be heard clearly by the deducers with their sharp ears, eyesight, and five senses. At that moment, another half of the people moved into the backyard along the wooden door behind the screen of the clothing store.
Yu Xing had already finished looking at the clothes and leaned idly by the counter, glancing at the remaining people.
He, Zhang Yu, and Modu are all here. Among the remaining dozen or so people, the only ones who have had some contact with are Meerkat Dao and Lan Wu. For some reason, Lan Wu didn't choose the Duanfang server with Medusa. Instead, he was
Stay and choose Yueyu suit.
Maybe it's because he is really young.
Lan Wu had been standing behind Medusa before. When others looked over, they could only notice the too bright and dazzling Medusa. Even though Lan Wu looked good, she seemed to have disappeared inexplicably.
Now that Medusa went to the backyard, Yu Xing had the time to pay attention to Lan Wu, and found that Lan Wu was younger than he thought. If he looked carefully, he might just be at the age of college.
After leaving Medusa for a short time, the calmness on Lan Wu's face faded slightly, and instead showed some curiosity. He looked up at the red robes hanging on the wall, not knowing what he was thinking.
Yu Xing's eyes did not converge, causing Lan Wu to quickly notice this sight and turn around in surprise.
"Xing..." Lan Wu seemed to be considering whether to add "brother" after Xing to show respect, but finally gave up and continued, "Do you have something to tell me?"
"No, it's just because you're good-looking." Yu Xing praised him honestly. It's no wonder that there were so many handsome men and beautiful women in Medusa's late-night guild, but he only chose Lan Wu to take him with him. The more he looked at Lan Wu, the more he became more and more interested.
The kind that's pleasing to the eye.
"..." Lan Wu seemed a little speechless and didn't know how to answer the question.
Fortunately, Yu Xing just said something on a whim, and the next second he was called out by Zhang Yu, who turned his head to chat again. Lan Wu quietly breathed a sigh of relief and rubbed his temples.
In the past, there were people in the guild who were jealous of President Medusa's obvious preference for him and secretly killed him.
When he first joined the guild, his strength was far different from other guild members, and he was really tortured. Every time, Medusa's cronies came to save him, and then killed the person who harmed him without mercy.
, as time goes by, no one will have that kind of mentality anymore.
But Lan Wu has seen the malice of many people with his own eyes, and watched those people turn into bloody corpses, displayed in his memory, bit by bit grinding his timidity and soft heart into dust.
Therefore, Lan Wuyi's heart trembled when he heard someone other than Medusa praise him for his good looks, fearing that the other person would target him again because of his appearance, and eventually die tragically in front of him.
The mongoose sword in the corner was watching this scene, his hands restlessly resting on the two swords at his waist.
He thought, why hasn't Yu Xing come to take revenge on him? Is he deliberately leaving him aside to torture him so that he can't sit still?!
Probably in his mind, killing a person means eradicating the root.
If it were him, he would not let a person who actively provoked him to kill him run wild. If he escaped the first time, he would definitely kill him completely when he saw him again.
Meerkat Dao, who was thinking in a depraved line of thinking, was trembling alone and frightening himself for a long time. The boss in red finally opened the door to the backyard again and leaned against the door frame: "You guys come in with me too."
The last group of extrapolators in the shop also left.
Gao Yiling sat alone on a small bench in the shop with the little bee and the tour guide flag. He lost the smile that a tour guide needed and began to stare blankly in a daze.
The female boss in red, who let the tourists go in first and closed the door last, looked at Gao Yiling and let out a faint and silent sigh.
"Bata."
The wooden door closed.
The backyard area is larger than the shop in front. It must have been decorated early. There are nearly forty independent long tables placed in the open space. Each long table is equipped with a piece of red cloth and a bamboo basket.
There are scissors, needles, thread, thimbles and other tools inside.
When Yu Xing walked in, he saw at a glance that the two groups of extrapolators from before were doing needlework with ugly expressions.
Their expressions were really weird. They were playing with the cloth skillfully or clumsily, but they all looked pale and had cold sweat on their foreheads, as if they were enduring or wary of some pain.
Even Yan Li frowned, as if he was dissatisfied and forbearing.
Only Hua Subai looked like an old god, and his expression was even a little leisurely.
"What's going on?" Mo Xiao whispered, "Everyone seems to have been bitten by cloth."
Zhang Yu: "..." Don't even say it, you describe it so vividly.
"Look at me." The female boss in red raised her voice and called for the third group of fish-crossing costume tourists to gather around an empty table, her eyes bleary, "I will only teach you once. If you can't learn it, it's your guide's business, not yours."
my business."
Having said that, no matter what they were thinking, everyone looked at it carefully.
The female boss really taught them how to cut and sew Yue Yu Suit. From every aspect, it looked normal, but it was a little perfunctory. After a while, the finished product was produced. The stitching was sloppy and you could pick out the splicing of the fabric with just one scratch.
huge gap.
Moreover, the clothes were extremely ugly and completely different from the ready-made clothes displayed in the shop.
Everyone: "..."
The female boss was impatient: "You can't learn it even if I teach you hard. It's enough if you can make it. It's just something you can wear for fun once, and it should be more beautiful."
Everyone: "..." If your words were heard by Gao Yiling, who introduced the clothes seriously, I'm afraid it would be bad.
However, it may be because the female boss's unique personality is more reassuring than other townspeople who are so enthusiastic that they are abnormally enthusiastic. When she said this, the deducers did not refute, but felt that she was right.
Most people here have never done needlework, so we can't really expect them to be as good as those in the shop.
After listening to the lecture, everyone found a seat and began to follow the same pattern.
Yu Xing sat at the farthest back, unfolded the fabric and cut it first.
There is no machine and they can only rely on scissors, which is indeed a bit difficult for the deducers. They must have made a limited edition fish suit sack. As long as the elements are complete and it can be put on the body, the task can be regarded as completed.
But this is not the first time Yu Xing has done needlework.
Naturally, it was impossible for him to come into contact with these things when he was a young man with clothes on his hands, food in his hands, and mouth to open. Later, he wandered the world alone and had no interest in it.
After getting to know Qu Xianqing and Zhu Yan, he made a doll for the noisy little Zhu Yan as a birthday gift, and then Xiao Qu Xianqing didn't show it on the surface, but when his eyes looked over eagerly, he was clearly saying "
I want too".
In short - Yu Xing had a certain foundation, which came in handy now, and he quickly followed the order given by the female boss in red to cut out some needed fabric shapes.
Until then, he didn't know why the first two groups of people looked like they were bitten by cloth.
This indifferent doubt and curiosity was answered when Yu Xing picked up the needle and passed it through the fabric for the first time.
He didn't have any rules and did it as he pleased. He originally wanted to sew two sleeves and put them aside for later use. When the stitches went in, there was no warning - a sharp pain suddenly shot through his shoulder.
Yu Xing was stunned.
His hand did not stop because of the severe pain. The needle shuttled back and forth again with the red thread. The severe pain doubled, as if two places on the shoulder with an extremely small distance were pierced one after the other.
Just no blood.
"So that's it." Yu Xing murmured, turning to look at the two groups of people before.
Yan Li chose the Duanfang suit, which was already a little crooked and seamed. A closer look showed that although he was silent, he seemed to be biting his back molars and enduring the pain of his own pain.
Hmm... A piece of clothing requires a lot of stitches, from the collar to the hem, covering the whole body, which is about the same as Ling Chi.
Many people may want to make the collar first, but give up and start from the most tolerable place.
"Ah, these rules are really stupid." Yu Xing thought as he playfully poked the fabric he had cut out for the front with a needle. Sure enough, his chest seemed to be penetrated by a sharp weapon, which hurt his heart.
A twitch.
But Yu Xing's expression didn't change. He played for a while and continued to sew sleeves leisurely.
It's just too late.
But that's it.
This was obviously a torture. Yu Xing didn't care, but others did. Before long, everyone in the backyard felt the pain. After the initial exclamation, it turned into dead silence, with only occasional groans and tremors.
breathing.
After all, they are all deducers who have experienced many games. Injuries are common, but this is just the first time they hurt themselves.
The task must be completed, and since there was only pain, not real injury, many people asked themselves to endure it with livid faces.
Besides, it’s still being broadcast live, so we can’t be embarrassed.
So the audience in the live broadcast room saw this strange scene. The deducers were doing needlework with distorted expressions. The scene was obviously not monitored by vicious ghosts, but it was extremely quiet.
[What's wrong, why don't they talk?]
They were probably afraid that they would cry out in pain as soon as they opened their mouths.
[It doesn’t look like they are making clothes, but they seem to have a grudge against clothes.]
There is hatred, and the hatred becomes deeper and deeper.
[I don’t understand, but none of them look relaxed... Oh, except for a few ultimate bosses.]
[The flower hunter is really expressionless]
[Hahaha, the elders are really tolerant, hahaha, uh... Wuwuwu, I suddenly feel that I will never become such an elder until I die. Wuwuwu]
[Good guy, look at Lan Wu, he is almost fainting from pain...wait, why do I say it hurts? Are they hurting?]
It's really easy to guess Lan Wu's expression.
He was covered in cold sweat, lying on the table almost exhausted, and with trembling fingers, he pricked the needle into the collar of his clothes.
Every time the needle and thread passed through, he gritted his teeth in pain and his whole body shook like a sieve.
He is the person with the lowest strength and the least experience in deductions present.
Unfortunately, even Medusa couldn't stop him from this kind of pain.
[If I remember correctly, Lan Wu is ranked last on the list. Hey, what about the four or five people ranked lower than him?]
[Isn’t this a coincidence? They are all dead.]
[Two died in Fang Mansion, and the rest were not gathered together. Their live broadcast room went dark when they arrived at three o'clock, and they probably won't survive.]
[So... if you are so weak, you really dare to participate in the event. Isn't this just seeking death?]
[I don’t know what they think, but Lan Wu has Medusa, so he doesn’t have to worry.]
[Oh, if Medusa really cared about nothing for her beauty, she wouldn’t be the late night president she is now. Do you really think she treats Lan Wu better than a pet or a toy?]
[Medusa can't help Lan Wu now, look at how embarrassed he is, ha!]
[The first one is sour, Medusa doesn’t like you anyway.]
In the backyard, Lan Wu's eyes were red and his eyes were a little distracted. He stubbornly went to sew his collar. The pain, which was like being beheaded and cut his throat, kept overtaking him, but even if he was about to pass out from the pain, he refused to change places first.
"Get over the worst pain first... just..."
Lan Wu hinted over and over in his mind that he would persist.
"Can't... cause the president... any more trouble..."
No matter how good-looking the skin is, it will be rejected when it is too useless. He knows it very well.
"Can't be..."
"give up……"
Yu Xing said "tsk".
Lan Wu was diagonally in front of him, only one position away, and he felt a little pity when he saw how miserable he was.
Hmm... Is it a trait of Lan Wu that it is easy to arouse the pity of others? Yu Xing thought, and a touch of curse power fell on Lan Wu.
Medusa turned back at this moment and glanced at him.
Yu Xing narrowed his eyes and suddenly had an idea. He mouthed silently: "Do you want me to help him?"
Medusa's stern eyes were stagnant, but suddenly they bloomed as brightly as a flower. She nodded slightly and replied with her mouth: "Thank you, thank you for your work."
The power of the curse penetrated into Lan Wu's body, and the black mist spread. Lan Wu suddenly felt that the pain had dissipated a lot, he was sweating profusely, and he took a breath in a daze.
His endurance has passed the critical point, and the threshold has increased?
With a wave of his hand, Lan Wu's pain was transferred to his own body. Yu Xing, who suffered almost twice the pain, smiled and continued to work on his handiwork.
A little pain that he was accustomed to in exchange for a favor from Medusa.
Made a profit.
Yan Li, who had not missed the outside world's movements, frowned even more tightly, witnessing this scene with his peripheral vision almost in disbelief.
He closed his eyes and suddenly withdrew his attention, focusing on the red cloth in front of him as if out of sight and out of mind.
Time passed little by little, and everyone was feeling tormented.
They wish that time would pass by quickly and be relieved by meal time, but they are also afraid that time will go too fast and they will not have time to complete the task and will be killed by the rules.
Just when everyone thought they would quiet down in pain, the wooden door was suddenly kicked open.
There was a loud noise, and everyone looked up reflexively, only to see a ghost figure from the flesh mold lake rushing into the backyard like crazy and rushing towards the nearest table.
The person at the table was still buzzing with pain. Half of the clothes he had made were snatched away. He slowly opened his eyes and saw the clothes he had made being torn apart by the flesh and blood ghosts that rushed in.
broken.
"Hey!" He couldn't tell whether it was fear or anger, "You-"
Before he could finish his sentence, his body broke into two halves along the tear in the semi-finished clothes.