Not far away, there were noisy voices and melodious piano sounds on the first floor, but it was unusually quiet here, and not a single sound was made when one stepped on the loop pile carpet.
The noisy background noise made the silence in front of me seem so dead that I couldn't even breathe loudly.
There was no one else in this corridor except them. There was a window on one side of the corridor, through which one could see the hall downstairs, and a row of rooms on the other side.
The knocking sound on the wooden door at the corner at the end was particularly abrupt in this corridor.
Baili Xin and Dijia looked at each other, and as they walked forward, Baili Xin took out the invisibility card.
The CD of the prop card has just expired, and the duration is 5 minutes.
Baili Xin grabbed Dijia's wrist, used the prop, and the person's figure suddenly became transparent.
Originally, this item had a bug, that is, the item card made the body invisible, but did not make it disappear.
If you step on hard stone, it will still make a sound.
But what a coincidence! This corridor is soundproofed so there isn't a single problem.
When the man reached the end, he just heard a passage.
— "Here you are. Did you bring the things?"
This was a voice that Baili Xin had never heard before. It sounded a little old, like the voice of a sixty-year-old.
—“Well, you, I brought the things.”
This is Wen Ziqing's voice.
The old voice came again: "Take it out and let me see it."
Baili Xin had already turned the corner and when he turned his head, he saw Wen Ziqing standing in front of a door.
He held something wrapped in black cloth in his hand. When he lifted the cloth, he saw a red mark and a smell of blood.
With the help of invisibility, Baili Xinladijia walked a little closer and finally saw what was inside clearly.
There were several red hearts wrapped in the black cloth. No one knew what method Wen Ziqing used, but some of the hearts even had weak beats.
The door in front of him opened, revealing the face inside.
He was a gray-haired old man with a hunched back and a dry, sallow face that looked scary. His eyes were deeply sunken, forming a deep groove. The shadow of his brow bone hung down, wrapping up the old man's entire eye socket.
If you looked at it casually, you would think the old man was a mummy who had been dead for a long time.
The old man picked up one of the hearts with his dry palm and put it to his nose to sniff it. The scarlet and sticky blood immediately dyed the old man's palm red.
After sniffing, he was still not satisfied and even stuck out his tongue to lick it.
After tasting the heart, the old man said, "Not bad, very fresh, the youthful taste of boys and girls, is it clean?"
Wen Ziqing: "Don't worry, I chose people who were alone. I lured them into an alley where no one was around, killed them, took out their hearts, and chopped their bodies into pieces."
Wen Ziqing's tone was flat, as if he was saying that he had chopped a handful of celery while cooking today.
He secretly sighed in his heart, thanks to the many horror games he had experienced before, he was now ruthless when he took action.
The old man finally nodded with satisfaction, "Very well, come in. You brought me a fresh heart, and as a promise, I will promise you one thing."
The old man opened the door a little to make room for Wen Ziqing.
Wen Ziqing hurried in and the old man closed the door.
Baili Xin leaned against the door frame and could not hear a single sound.
Someone patted his shoulder gently, and Baili Xin looked at Dijia beside him in confusion: "?"
what
Dijia placed his hands in front of Baili Xin's eyes, and when he took his hands away, a picture from another perspective appeared in front of Baili Xin's eyes.
Dijia leaned close to Baili Xin's ear, lowered his voice, exhaled and spoke in a breath that only others could hear: "When that person came in just now, I cast a spell on him. Now you can see the scene that he can see."
Baili Xin's eyes had completely changed to a different perspective. He saw the layout of the room through Wen Ziqing's sight.
This room was a study. The old man sat hunched over at the desk, and Wen Ziqing sat opposite him.
Just a table away, through Wen Ziqing's gaze, Baili Xin saw the old man's face more clearly.
In the dark shadows on his face, the old man's pupils were pure white. It wasn't that he didn't have pupils, but the color of his pupils was milky yellow, almost blending in with the surrounding whites of his eyes.
Wen Ziqing spread the black bag on the table. The old man was not polite. He supported his cheek with one hand, picked up a heart with the other hand, and put it to his mouth and bit it hard.
Suddenly, a column of bright red blood spurted out from where the old man bit his bit.
Baili Xin's scalp felt a little hairy, and that column of blood just shot right into Wen Ziqing's pupils.
Baili Xin's eyes first turned blood red, then pitch black, accompanied by Wen Ziqing's uncomfortable cries.
Wen Ziqing is already a member of the Undead race and is not afraid of pain.
But the visual fear that comes from human instinct will continue to affect him for a short period of time.
The old man's voice reached Baili Xin's ears: "Sorry, young man, wipe your eyes."
He said sorry, but he didn't mean it at all.
After a moment, Wen Ziqing's perspective opened again.
There was no clean water in the room, and the blood that sprayed into the eyeballs could not be wiped clean for a while, so Wen Ziqing's vision was covered by a red film.
Under the red background, the old man's eyes also took on a somewhat strange feeling.
Baili Xin even felt that the look and the column of blood were directed at him.
The few remaining shaky teeth were clenched in his mouth, making a "crunching" sound of muscles biting.
Baili Xin felt Wen Ziqing's gaze was shaking.
After eating one heart, the old man who was close by licked the blood at the corner of his mouth, picked up the second one and bit it, and asked while eating: "What do you want?"
Baili Xin trembled a little when he heard Wen Ziqing's voice: "I want to be resurrected."
The old man was eating the heart seriously. Baili Xin didn't know if it was an illusion, but he found that the old man seemed much more energetic.
The hunched back has become much straighter, and the old skin on the face has also been lifted a lot.
Only after the second heart was swallowed did Baili Xin become sure that this was not an illusion.
The old man is really getting younger at a slow pace.
For every heart he ate, he became about ten years younger.
"Want to be resurrected?" The old man picked up the third heart and chuckled. "How can the curse of the undead be resurrected so easily? Do you think the curse of the gods is some trick?"
Wen Ziqing said hurriedly: "It doesn't have to be resurrected to the point of being alive and kicking, as long as the heart can beat."
As soon as the heart starts beating, the system will most likely re-judge itself as alive.
Once Baili Xin collects the secret treasures of the four tribes, he can leave this hellhole and return to the game hall.
The game hall can heal all injuries, and he can come back to life completely.
Wen Ziqing: "I heard that you are the most mysterious and ancient magician in the whole continent. You must have a way, right?"
The oldest magician? Is he the "Emperor"
After the third heart was swallowed, the old man's skin had become firmer and his appearance was no longer so gloomy. He had turned into a middle-aged man in his forties.
But he seemed unsatisfied and continued to pick up the fourth heart.
"There is a way," the old man, no, the man who should be called a middle-aged man now, sneered, "One day, the destined man will bring the rain of light to baptize the green grass. He is as passionate as a newborn, and as wise as an old man. He is very young, and very old, and he has the blood of the gods."
The man swallowed the fourth and fifth hearts immediately, and his face changed significantly.
The dying old man just now has now completely turned into a young man who looks to be in his twenties.
He had a feminine and handsome appearance, and his pure white eyes seemed to have no focus, like a blood-stained Lycoris radiata, full of the smell of decay and death.
The young man looked into Wen Ziqing's eyes with a pair of pure white pupils.
"Find the destined person and get his heart. His divine blood will allow your heart to beat again in a short period of time. But you were a human not long ago, right? Do you dare to eat his heart?"
"Why should I be afraid of this? I have done things like killing people and digging out their hearts, so why would I care about this?" Wen Ziqing's voice reached Baili Xin's ears. "The destined person? I know. I know that person."
Young man: "Where is he now?"
Wen Ziqing: "I don't know yet. But I know one thing, he must be somewhere! He has a mission, he must be looking for the secret treasure of the human race, and he wants us to stay by the secret treasure, so we can wait for it. Where is the secret treasure of the human race?"
Prisin pricked up his ears.
The young man stretched out his bright red tongue and licked the corner of his lips. "So that's how it is. Thank you for telling me so much."
Wen Ziqing's voice became excited, "Now that we know, what are we waiting for? Let's set off quickly. Baili Xin is very smart. If he is on his way to the secret treasure now."
"Of course," the young man stood up by holding the table, and under Wen Ziqing's surprised gaze, he suddenly stretched out his hand towards his eyes, "But it's not 'we', it's 'I'."
Wen Ziqing's perspective in Baili Xin's eyes suddenly darkened. In the darkness, he could hear the young man's ghostly voice echoing in his ears.
"Knowing so many of my secrets, you certainly can't appear here again."
"The heart of the destined person can restore the heartbeat of the undead, and of course it can also keep me young forever. There is only one destined person, how could you think I would be willing to give my heart to you?"
Wen Ziqing's perspective turned completely dark, and finally suddenly disappeared.
Baili Xin opened his eyes and saw that Dijia's face had become very gloomy.
Dijia: "This person fainted, and the magic disappeared immediately."
Baili Xin discovered that in addition to being ugly, Dijia's face also had some other expressions, like doubt or something.
They returned the same way, and on the way, Baili Xin asked, "Do you seem to be worried?"
Dijia: "This person looks a bit like someone I know."
"You still remember the human magician master I told you about who picked me up, right? I guess this man might have some connection with my master."
"Although it's a bit inappropriate for me to say this," Baili Xin looked at Dijia's tangled brows, "but is it possible that he is your master?"
Dijia frowned even more tightly: "My master died of illness back then, and I buried him with my own hands. But my master is a magician after all, and it is easy for him to fake his death."
"But his time is nine hundred years away from now. How is it possible that he lived for nine hundred years?"
Baili Xin: "Maybe I'm overthinking it. Don't worry too much."
"No," Dijia shook his head. "Just now, through Wen Ziqing's eyes, I also vaguely suspected Fang's identity, but I was not sure in my heart."
“This man just restored his youth by devouring hearts, so he can live for 900 years.” As he spoke, he had already reached the stairs, and the empty surroundings began to fill up with people.
"What kind of person is your master?"
As people walked down the stairs, the surrounding voices began to become noisy. In order to make Baili Xin hear clearly, Dijia put his mouth close to Baili Xin's ear and said, "It's been too long, and my memory is a little fuzzy. I don't have much impression of him. I remember that he taught me a lot of magic."
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There were many more people in the hall than before. They moved flexibly in the crowded crowd and soon found Xia Chi's group of three.
Xia Chi: "Brother, where were you just now?"
Baili Xin: "I just saw Wen Ziqing and followed him to the second floor."
The Xia Chi trio had mysterious expressions, as if they had something to tell Baili Xin.
Xia Chi even secretly poked Baili Xin's sleeve and gave Baili Xin a look.
Baili Xin understood immediately, and he and Xia Chi and the other two twisted and turned to the end of a corridor without a road. Xia Chi said, "Brother, I was just wandering around here, and then suddenly I had a flash of inspiration and poked at the wall."
As he spoke, his hands moved quickly, poking his fingers at the wall a few times, "And I found this."
The originally solid walls immediately opened to the sides like elevators.
Baili Xin: "..."
A flash of inspiration.jpg.
Xia Chi looked at Baili Xin expectantly with his crystal clear eyes. Baili Xin was speechless for a moment. After a few seconds, he squeezed out a sentence: "Yes, the protagonist."