Some of those who are not prepared to fight for the second floor have already sat down nearby. Anyway, it doesn't make any difference to sit on the first floor.
Yu Xing looked around and pointed out a clear path for Zhang Yu and Mo: "Go and have a table with Xue Shouyun."
Xue Shouyun of Hourglass has a pretty good style overall. I have never heard of her ever harming others and treating the weak as cannon fodder.
In addition to having a few chats on the bus, Yu Xing unilaterally believed that they were friends.
Zhang Yu naturally had no objection. Even if Xue Shouyun didn't know him, he wouldn't refuse for Po Jing's sake - he had already paid attention to it. Xue Shouyun was with another member of Hourglass at first, but that member didn't come.
gather.
I'm afraid he's dead.
I don’t know whether he died in the strange square mansion described by Yan Li, or whether he died quietly in an unknown place.
In short, Xue Shouyun, who has no companions, will definitely not mind having multiple forces acting as temporary alliances.
The most important thing is that Xue Shouyun is a fierce man, with strong frontal combat ability and the ability to protect people.
He and Mo rushed to occupy the empty seat at Xue Shouyun's table. Xue Shouyun straightened his cheongsam, raised his eyes and made a question mark with his eyes.
"My captain asked me to sit with you." Zhang Yu acted obediently at first, and then restrained his weak temperament, "Po Jing wants to cooperate with you."
…
Fortunately, Yu saw that Zhang Yu and Xue Shouyun were having a good chat without being grabbed by the back of the neck and thrown away. After a while, Lan Wu also passed by and looked away.
The candidates who will go to the second floor have basically been decided, Yan Li, Medusa, the "goddess" from the Mysterious Eye, the "dark psychic", the "diplomat" Gu Xing from the institute, and the "rift" from the Fallen Line
, "Silver Bird" and "Resentful Corpse", Lone Wolf "Hanged Man", "No Return", as well as Yu Xing and the pendant with the surname of Hua, which was not found.
Yu Xing didn't even wait for them to finish their discussion. He went up first anyway, and Hua Subai followed closely. Others who didn't know the truth thought he was the one who broke the mirror, and no one said anything to stop him.
The wooden stairs connecting the second floor are quite old, and even though there are traces of maintenance, they still make a creaking sound when you step on them.
The wall on one side of the stairs is inlaid with a small protruding round platform, which is used to place kerosene lamps made in the style of an octagonal pavilion.
The light was weak, and it still looked like it was suppressed by something. It was dim and dark, and could only barely illuminate the staircase grid.
Within two seconds, there were footsteps chasing him from behind.
The tinkling sound of the little bell was sparse and light. Yu Xing turned around and met a pair of dark eyes.
Goddess.
The Mysterious Eye Guild likes to collect all kinds of people and sacrifices for spirits and ghosts, and they always get together to study some knowledge that sounds very bad. The Goddess is even more important, and the whole person exudes a kind of immersion.
With an air of occultism.
No one knows how old she is. They only know that she has been dressed in Southeast Asian clothes since she entered the field of view of the deducers. Her hair is wrapped in a printed headscarf. Her face is sallow and there are many fine lines, but her hands are like those of a newborn.
Tender and fair.
There are many small bells wrapped around her wrists and ankles. The sound is clear and ethereal, and has the ability to cleanse the soul.
However, the goddess has a well-known habit - she will often "see" fate suddenly at a certain moment, and then she can't help but tell the person about it, regardless of whether the person is happy or not.
"Xing..." The goddess met Yu Xing's gaze and suddenly spoke, her voice as hoarse as scraping glass. I heard that she was punished because she always exposed fate, "Don't walk so fast."
Yu Xing raised his eyebrows.
He didn't think that the goddess had a familiar personality. She took the initiative to talk to him. She must have some fateful instructions to tell him. Anyway, she couldn't hold it back.
"Above..." The goddess spoke one sentence at a time and slowly closed her eyes, as if she was sensing something.
"have……"
"Well."
Yu Xing: "..." What do you want to say?
The goddess opened her eyes, her eyes fell on Hua Subai, she stretched out her hand and pointed with her long dark blue nails: "Let him go first!"
"This man...has death energy in his body, and he is about to die."
"So, let him go first, don't waste it..."
Yu Xing was stunned by this weird logic and content, and glanced at Hua Subai subconsciously.
Hua Subai walked a little faster just now, and now he is one step above him. Hearing this, he looked at the goddess with a half-smile: "Then tell me, how long will it take before you are about to die?"
The goddess took a deep breath: "I can't talk to you anymore, otherwise, your death energy will infect me!"
The dark psychic who came behind her quickly covered her mouth. The man wearing glasses smiled apologetically and apologized quickly: "I'm sorry, I'm sorry, she, uh, is talking nonsense again, don't pay attention.
"
"What's wrong?" Medusa and Yan Li were separated by a short distance, and behind them were other deducers who wanted to go to the second floor, and they were blocked one after another.
"It's nothing, I was just about to go upstairs when the goddess lady suddenly said that I was going to die." Hua Subai spread his hands with an indifferent expression, "Anyway, I'm a little sad."
Everyone was silent after hearing this.
They all know that although the goddess speaks strangely, she never lies and her information is extremely accurate.
For a moment, even the long-sleeved Medusa didn't know what to say.
Yu Xing, who still reacted, broke the silence. He moved his eyebrows slightly and patted Hua Subai: "The goddess asked you to go up first, so go ahead. As she said, don't waste it."
"...Hey." Hua Subai laughed, "Can you show some concern for me? I'm going to die."
It’s not like he never died, he can be resurrected anyway.
Yu Xing chuckled in his heart and said nothing, urging him up with his eyes only.
If nothing else, if we stay stuck here any longer, we really won’t have enough time.
Huasu Bai snorted inaudibly, and his lowered eyelashes showed the real unhappiness in his heart at this moment.
He was originally at the front. No matter what was on the second floor, he was the one who bore the brunt. Didn't Yu Xing really know that?
He had to help outsiders poke holes in his heart.
I really want to rip off the goddess’s head.
With a hint of depression, Hua Subai lost the smile on his face, turned around and climbed up the stairs, and soon saw the floor of Wuwangju on the second floor.
There was still a screen blocking his sight, and the air was so cold that it seemed like it was about to freeze. His breath brought out a light white mist, and he looked around.
On the left is the private room. According to Gao Yiling, the private room is not open to the public.
On the right side, you can see a large area of empty windows - the lower part is blocked with wood, and the upper part is completely empty, letting the cold wind blow.
A table is placed next to an empty window, and the view is indeed very good. I am afraid that I can recreate Pan Jinlian as soon as I raise my head.
The next two tables are blocked by screens, so you have to go around to see them.
At this moment, Hua Subai vaguely heard someone talking.
Without any hesitation, he walked straight around the screen. Before he could see the speaker, he suddenly came face to face with a porcelain-white face.
The face was smooth and round, with distinct black and white eyes and bright blush. It was actually a headgear made of ceramics!
Hua Subai squinted his eyes and took a step back before taking in the full view of the person in front of him.
This thing... wears the clothes of a store waiter, and has a slender body, which is actually a human body, but what is connected to its neck is not a head, but a round ceramic head.
A high-pitched voice came from the headgear: "The guests are here, please take a seat."
Following the words, its body bowed in an exaggerated manner and its hand pointed to the side.
At this moment, Hua Subai finally saw the other two tables behind him. Someone was already sitting on one of the tables.
Two men in red clothes had their backs to the stairs and were enjoying a meal. The table was filled with dishes.
A gurgling red liquid flowed down the dining table, gradually forming a pool of blood on the ground.
As if being disturbed by the sound on the stairs, the figures in red all paused and turned their heads stiffly.
The light on the second floor turned into a faint blue at some point, shining on the two sad ghost faces, like lightning across the night sky.