Xiao Li didn't know if he should bite down the remaining peach - he pushed Xiao Huangben further, and finally bit down the remaining peach flesh, and placed the peach core lightly. into the trash can next to it.
He swallows very gently, not wanting to make too much noise, and a little careful in his movements, which makes him look a bit like a cat.
Of course, for some people it may be more than that.
Xiao Li in Xiao Huangben's eyes may have a color filter.
Xiao Li threw away the peach core, dried his lips, and before putting away the little yellow book, bit his pen and asked, "Do you usually think about this?]
Xiao Huangben: [There are others too.]
[For example, even if his lips are dry, I have the urge to wet them.]
Xiao Li: [… ]
[I want to kiss you.]
Seeing that the topic gradually entered a more uncontrollable range, Xiao Li immediately braked, he cooled his face with the back of his hand, and changed the topic: [Why didn't you hide the mission this time?]
The tone of Xiao Huangben's answer seemed a little lost: [I posted it, but you won't do it.]
... that's true.
But I'm used to it every time, and it's a little uncomfortable to disappear at first glance.
Xiao Li put away Xiao Huangben noncommittally, glanced at the sky outside, and walked slowly towards the ancient house he found.
He took Xiao Huangben too fast, so he didn't see the fleeting sentence above: [So I'm going to change it.]
There was no vibration or sign of that sentence, and soon the handwriting disappeared on the page as if it had been erased by an eraser.
At this time, the sky outside has a faint trend of dimness. The day is not long here, and the night is swept by the sea breeze.
The sound of the wind and the sea intensified, but the town was still quiet.
This kind of lingering silence is like the countdown to the life when the ghost calls, which adds a lot of psychological pressure to the reincarnators. They not only have to find a way to survive, avoid the attack of the ghost, but also bear the worry of whether they will make a sound.
There were no people and no animals on the streets of the town.
Residents are reclusive.
Xiao Li stopped at an intersection after coming out of the hotel. There was a window of a house facing Xiao Li's gaze, and there was a face hidden behind the curtains, peeping at him.
As soon as he turned his head like this, the face of the window of the family immediately shrank back.
A town with secrets.
Xiao Li retracted his gaze and did not immediately go to the house to investigate. He chose to go back to the ancient house first.
It was a large mansion, like a big family in ancient times, with high thresholds, bluestone tile walls, and seahorses carved on the eaves.
In the right corner of the gate of the ancient house, there is a tall peach tree.
The peach tree is full of plump and round peaches, and the bright red shell is hidden under the green leaves.
The wind was blowing, and the leaves were drooping, as if the night had bent its back.
When Xiao Li came over, the rest of the reincarnators had already entered the ancient house, but they didn't go deep, just standing in the hall.
There was a mahogany table and square chairs in the hall of the ancient house, all covered with a layer of dust.
Since Shimizu entered the dungeon world, he has watched a lot of horror movies in his spare time, and has dabbled in horror movies from all over the world, so when he saw this ancient house, many classic plots appeared in his mind.
He first nodded to Xiao Li, who came at the latest, then took out a piece of paper and wrote a sentence in English: [Want to explore here? There may be a trap here.]
Their biggest problem at the moment is that they don't have a place to live - the original choice, the hotel and the residence were both destroyed by the two-way designation, and although this ancient house was Xiao Li's unexpected gain, it may also be that the residents hold a grudge against him, especially Chosen trap.
Park Xiujin gave different opinions: [But it may also be a clue.]
[I think you can take a general look at this place first, there are people living in other places, only this place is empty, there must be a reason for it.]Lance took off the cross necklace from his neck and put it on his wrist to facilitate his removal.
[I think so. ] AK47 also gave a positive opinion.
Since the other reincarnators have said so, Shimizu did not insist on his cautious opinion, he asked: [To form a team, or to separate?]
Tai looked up at the sky outside, and wrote with a pen: [There is not much time, it is best to separate, and come back to the place to gather in a quarter of an hour.]
This kind of exploration is best done during the day, otherwise at night, not only is it difficult to observe due to the light, but this time is also a time when ghosts often appear.
Shimizu and the others gave an OK gesture, then dispersed, and chose different directions to explore the ancient house.
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The direction of exploration that Qingshui chose to explore was the wing close to the peach tree.
The young man covered his mouth and nose consciously, put away all the things on his body that might have made noise due to grinding, such as watches, etc., he pushed open the door of the wing with great care, and walked in.
In the wing was a small bed, and a small dressing table, with vases on wooden shelves, and an empty bird cage with bird droppings underneath.
Shimizu picked up his toes, he lightly stepped, and looked around the entire wing.
The wing room is very small, it looks like the owner is a woman, and two mandarin ducks are embroidered on the quilt.
He gently lifted the quilt and pulled the quilt completely away.
- Seems to be alright...
Shimizu did the same to hold the pillow between his two fingers, but this time something under the pillow startled him, causing him to take a solid step back, almost hitting the birdcage behind him and making a loud noise.
But fortunately, Shimizu controlled his feet in time and didn't take the last step—he put his hand on his heart, felt his heartbeat beating rapidly, put down the pillow, and looked back at what was under the original pillow.
That's a human face.
It looks like real human skin, it is very thin, it has thin willow eyebrows, and the eyes are painted with Peking Opera-like makeup, which is pink rouge.
Is... a human skin mask
Shimizu's breathing became heavier, he stretched his hand to the mask, and was a little afraid that the closed eyes on the mask would suddenly open.
He finally touched the edge of the mask, felt the touch, let go of his hand, and chose to exit the wing.
the other side.
From the first sight of this ancient house, Xiao Li had a goal.
He walked straight in, bypassing the rockery and water in the backyard, and entered a house in the deepest part of the ancient house.
That house should be dedicated to the ancestors of the owner of the ancient house. After entering through the door, there are two wooden chairs, followed by layers of white curtains. After lifting those curtains, there is a high platform on which three whole rows of worship are enshrined. 's plaque.
The first tablet reads: The ancestor Ye Tao died on the Bingshen day of the Bingzi month in the year of Jihou.
This room is very cold, different from the damp and cold outside the door. The wind here is very cloudy, as if it can penetrate the bone marrow of people, it is a magical attack.
Xiao Li looked at the tablets above one by one, feeling as if he had seen the rise and fall of a big family.
On the back side of the high platform, there is a coffin.
The lid of the coffin was half closed, and the head of the coffin was empty.
Before Xiao Li walked to the coffin, he heard the sound of clothes rubbing in the coffin.
Very light, very light, about the sound of a human swallowing saliva, but it really exists.
Perhaps it was too slight to attract the attention of some kind of existence.
Xiao Li turned his head for the first time—
A black, wrinkled hand rested on the edge of the coffin.
The owner of the arm was hidden in the coffin, as if he was going to cheat the corpse.
Xiao Li looked around, walked to the side of the coffin, glanced inside, then lifted the coffin board and covered it directly over the coffin.
The edge of the coffin board caught the hand, and the hand showed pain, and began to struggle continuously, trying to get out of it, Xiao Li pressed the edge hard, his hand hurt, and he shrank back directly.
Xiao Li controlled his strength, closed the coffin board gently and neatly, took out a wooden chair at the entrance, lifted it up and pressed it on the coffin board.
After doing all this, Xiao Li turned around in satisfaction and went out.
The coffin ghost holding his right hand: "..."
It stared at the narrow and pitch-black coffin in front of it.
- Its coffin board can't hold back.
- No, its coffin board can't be opened! !
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After a quarter of an hour, the hall.
The sky outside the window is getting darker and darker, and it is close to the deep blue of the sea.
Shimizu was the first to arrive at the designated meeting point. He wiped the sweat from his forehead, and while waiting for the others, he wrote down his own experience.
Next, other reincarnators also arrived one after another. To Shimizu's relief, no one was sacrificed for the time being.
Their expressions were different, but they all took out the task book they had with them and started writing.
The way of writing is serious like a student taking an exam.
After the unification was all written, they exchanged and looked at each other's descriptions.
Shimizu roughly wrote about the scene in the wing and the human-skin mask—he didn't bring out the evil thing, but just touched the edge and found that the texture was very thin.
On the other hand, Park Xiujin went to the kitchen and utility room on the right. Halfway through, she saw an arm in the rice jar in the kitchen, which shocked her, but she managed to come back without any risk.
The same goes for others.
Lance: [The place I went to was the master bedroom, which was huge, with a screen, a vanity box, and an empty sink.]
AK47: [The attic is very dark, but no trace of ghosts can be seen.]
Tai: [In the study, there are many paintings, and the four treasures of the study are mostly landscape paintings.]
Xiao Li came back at the latest and was the last to finish.
He wrote: [I saw a pile of tablets, and a coffin. In the coffin lay a guy who didn't know if it was a human or a ghost. I guess it should be a ghost. It came out and I pressed it back with the coffin board.]
Xiao Li waited for the others to read it, and then raised two fingers: [Now we have two choices. One, use the guy in the coffin to do a sound test, and test how high the volume of the sound can cause the change; two, let the guy out and ask what it wants to do.]
other people:? ?
—Wait, they all know these English words, but why… I feel like they can’t read them together? !
Tablets, coffins, mourning halls…
These words alone sound so scary, but why did the style change later? !
Also, when ordinary people encounter ghosts and corpses, shouldn't their normal reaction be... run away
The author has something to say: International friends: It's called Bean Sack, are you so hard-core in dealing with ghosts coldly in China