There was only ten minutes in total, and it was delayed for a while. Someone couldn't help but remind: "It's better to take your seat quickly, if..."
Hua Subai also pulled Yu Xingxiu: "Don't wait, let's go up."
Some of the deducers who were not ready to compete for the second floor had already sat down nearby. Anyway, there was no difference between sitting on the first floor.
Yu Xing looked around and pointed out a clear way to Zhang Yu and Yan: "Go and have a table with Xue Shouyun."
Xue Shouyun, who is at the hourglass, has a good overall style. I have never heard of her as a traitor of others and treats the weak as cannon fodder.
After chatting 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 would not refuse because of the face of the Broken Mirror. He had paid attention to it for a long time. Xue Shouyun was with another member of the Hourglass at the beginning, but that member did not gather.
I'm afraid he's dead.
I don’t know if it was dead in the strange mansion described by Yan Li, or if it was silent in an unknown place.
In short, Xue Shouyun, without his companions, must not mind multiple forces being temporary alliances.
The most important thing is that Xue Shouyun is a fierce man with strong head-on combat ability and can protect people.
He and Yan ran to occupy the empty space at Xue Shouyun's table. Xue Shouyun lied the cheongsam on Li's body, raised his eyes and called a question mark.
"My captain asked me to sit with you." Zhang Yu first acted well, looked very obedient, and then restrained the temperament of the weak side, "Baojing wants to cooperate with you."
...
Seeing that Zhang Yu and Xue Shouyun were having a good chat, Yu Xing saw that they were not caught and threw them aside. After a while, Lan Wu also passed by and looked away.
The candidates to go to the second floor were basically decided, Yan Li, Medusa, the "witch" from the mysterious eye, the "dark psychic", Gu Xing, the "diploma" of the research institute, the "rift" of the depravity line, the "silver bird" and the "resentful corpse", the lone wolf "hanged", "not returning", and the Hua surname pendant of Yu Xing and Cha Wu.
Yu Xing hadn't waited for them to finish all discussions at all. Anyway, he went up first, and Hua Subai followed him step by step, and was regarded as a broken mirror by others who didn't know the truth, and no one said to stop him.
The wooden staircase connecting the second floor is a bit old. Although there are traces of maintenance, it will still make a creaking sound in the underworld when you step on it.
A small protruding round table is inlaid on the wall on one side of the stairs, which is used to place kerosene lamps in the style of an octagonal pavilion.
The lights were weak, and they still looked like they were suppressed by something. They were dim and dark, and they could only barely illuminate the lattice.
In just two seconds, footsteps followed behind him.
The sound of the little bell of Dingling was shattered and light. Yu Xing turned around and met a pair of black and black eyes.
The witch.
The Mysterious Eye Guild likes to collect various people and sacrifices targeting spirit ghosts the most, and always gathers together to study some knowledge that sounds bad. The witch is even more heavyweight, and the whole person exudes a breath of immersed in mystery.
No one knows how old she is, but only knows that since she entered the vision of the deducers, she was dressed in Southeast Asia, her hair was wrapped in a printed turban, her face was sallow and had many fine lines, but her hands were as tender and white as a newborn.
There were many small bells wrapped around her wrists and ankles, and the sound was crisp and ethereal, and she had the ability to cleanse her soul.
However, the witch has a well-known habit - she often suddenly "sees" fate at some point, and then she can't help but talk to the parties involved, regardless of whether the parties involved are happy or not.
"Happy..." The witch suddenly spoke in Yu Xing's sight, her voice as hoarse as if she was scraping glass. It was said that it was because she always exposed her fate and was punished, "Don't go so fast."
Yu Xing raised his eyebrows.
He didn't think that the witch had a self-familiar personality. He took the initiative to talk to him, so he must have some instructions for fate, but she couldn't hold it in any case.
"Above..." The witch spoke one by one, slowly closing her eyes, as if she was sensing something.
"have……"
"Um."
Yu Xing: "..." What do you mean by saying?
The witch opened her eyes, her eyes fell on Hua Subai, she stretched out her hand, and pointed her long ink blue nails: "Let him go first!"
"This person... has a dead spirit on his body, and he is about to die."
"So, let him go first, don't waste..."
Yu Xing was stunned by this strange logic and content, and subconsciously glanced at Hua Subai.
Hua Subai had just stepped a little faster, and now he was on a staircase above him. Hearing this, he looked at the witch with a smile: "Then tell me, how long will it take to die?"
The witch took a deep breath: "I can't say much to you, otherwise your dead energy will infect me!"
The dark psychic who came from behind her quickly covered her mouth. The man wearing glasses smiled apologetically and quickly apologized: "I'm sorry, I'm sorry, she, um, is talking nonsense again, don't care."
"What's wrong?" Medusa and Yan Li were not far away, and behind them were other deducers who were going up the second floor, and they were blocked.
"It's nothing, just as I was about to go upstairs, the witch suddenly said that I was going to die." Hua Subai spread his hands with nonchalant expression, "No matter what, I'm a little sad."
Everyone was silent when they heard this.
They all knew that although the witch spoke strangely, she never lie and the information was ridiculously accurate.
For a moment, even Medusa, who was good at dancing, didn't know what to say.
Yu Xing, who still reacted, broke the silence. His eyebrows moved slightly and patted Hua Subai: "The witch asked you to go up first, then go, as she said, don't waste it."
"…hey." Hua Subai laughed, "Can you show that you care about me a little bit? I'm going to die."
It’s not that I haven’t died, I can be resurrected anyway.
Yu Xing chuckled in his heart, said nothing, and only urged him to go up with his eyes.
If you don’t talk about anything else, if you keep it here, there will be no time left.
Hua Subai snorted slightly, and his drooping eyelashes showed that he felt really upset at this moment.
He was in the front, no matter what was on the second floor, he was the one who was the first to bear the brunt. Doesn’t Yu Xing really know?
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I really want to twist the witch's head off.
With a hint of depression, Hua Subai lost his smile on his face. He turned his head and climbed up the stairs, and soon saw the floor on the second floor of Buwangju.
It was still a screen that blocked the line of sight. The air was so cold that it seemed to be about to freeze. His breathing brought out a light white mist and observed it left and right.
On the left is the private room. According to Gao Yiling, the private room is not open.
You can see a large area of ​​empty windows on the right - you can block it with wood below, and the top is completely empty, allowing the cold wind to blew.
A table is placed next to the empty window, and it is indeed a good view. I am afraid that it can be reproduced as Pan Jinlian by stretching her head.
The two tables behind were blocked by the screen and they had to be circled around to see them.
At this moment, Hua Subai vaguely heard someone talking.
He was not afraid at all, and walked around the screen. Before he could see the person talking, he suddenly faced with a porcelain white face.
The face was smooth and chubby, with a fat round shape. The eyes drawn were clearly black and white, and the blush was bright. It was actually a ceramic headband!
Hua Subai narrowed his eyes and took a step back before he could see the full picture of the person in front of him.
This thing... was wearing the clothes of a waiter, and was slim. It was a human body, but the neck was connected to not a head, but a round ceramic head.
A sharp voice came from the hood: "Guests are here, please sit down."
As he spoke, its body bowed exaggeratedly and pointed his hand to the side.
At this moment, Hua Subai finally saw the other two tables behind it, and someone was already sitting on one of them.
Two men in red dresses were feasting on the stairs, and the table was filled with dishes.
A gurgling of red liquid flowed down the dining table, and gradually formed a pool of blood on the ground.
As if he was alarmed by the sound on the stairs, the figures in red paused and turned their head stiffly.
Chapter completed!