The prophecy of the coffin ghost overturned, causing the scene to be very embarrassing for a time.
In addition, it seems that because of Purse Udulugoyi, the mirror has a spirit and was intimidated, hiding in the arms of the coffin ghost.
The coffin ghost seemed to be really worried that the plot in the prophecy would happen. Holding its own mirror, it moved extremely quickly and quietly into the coffin again, and did not forget to reach out and cover the coffin board.
Xiao Li: "..."
-Why is he running so fast, he is quite interested in that mirror.
He reached out and tried to open the coffin board, but he didn't know what the coffin ghost was doing underneath. The coffin board turned out to be extremely strong, like it was stuck with glue, and no matter how Xiao Li fiddled, he couldn't get it off.
So Xiao Li took out his mobile phone and just wanted to turn on the alarm clock mode. The wasteland used this coffin to test the upper limit of the sound volume to bring bad luck, but in the next second, the coffin trembled in place, and he didn't know the coffin. What did the ghost do inside, the coffin disappeared directly in front of the reincarnators.
… is this really slippery
Xiao Li turned his head and spread his hands towards the rest of the reincarnators.
On the premise of not making a sound, it is currently difficult to find the coffin ghost again.
Xiao Li was thinking about how to extract clues from the coffin ghost, but the other reincarnations were not as big as him, especially the ones who were predicted to die by the mirror - this prediction seems to be true, otherwise the coffin ghost They wouldn't panic and flee into the coffin after predicting Xiao Li's scene, so doesn't this mean that a few of them will die tragically later? !
Under the prophecy of death, Park Xiujin's clasped hands were already trembling slightly.
Lance was still in the astonishment of the God of Deceit at first sight, thinking about whether to report this matter to the Holy See, while Tai and the others lowered their heads and remained silent.
Shimizu was the first among the rest of the reincarnators to recover from the picture of his own death.
He first took out his task book, turned to a blank page, and carefully listed everyone's death scenes and details on it. When the last one wrote about Xiao Li, Qingshui raised his head and glanced at him carefully—
Xiao Li was half-closing his eyes, his long and thick eyelashes cast a shadow on his eyelids. The lines of his face were a bit too delicate for an Asian race, and his dark eyes were like the starry sky in Murmansk.
He has a contradictory quality about him, cold and distant, looking like he doesn't care about anything, yet he seems to care about everything.
Sherlock... There is no such name on the reincarnation leaderboard in China, is it a newcomer? Can a newcomer do this
Qingshui paused, lowered his head and wrote a few words on his task book, then turned the page and wrote on the new white paper: [Prophecy is just something that never happened, we can also change the future , don't be too attached to the prophecy picture just now.]
With a smile, he handed this piece of paper to the other teammates—fortunately, the others are not low-quality reincarnations, and knowing that he is not dead is enough. They quickly recovered from the blow of the prophecy, but now these people looked at Xiao Li differently.
From the picture in the prophecy, it is obvious that this person is a big guy.
Xiao Li saw that others were reading the piece of paper, he walked over, took a look, then picked up the pen and added: [Yes, the real prophecy will never be released like this, it should be unknowable and invisible. of. The coffin ghost just wants to scare us, or provide a life-threatening scene for the next ghost.]
Shimizu went on to analyze: [There are still many mysteries about the ghost who can only prophesy just now. It may have something to do with this house, but unfortunately it has been scared back into the coffin now.]
When he wrote this sentence, he looked at Xiao Li with complicated eyes.
Xiao Li looked back with innocent eyes - this time he was a real person standing in the door, and the pot came from the coffin.
Obviously he didn't do anything, the Mirror of Prophecy frightened himself, and abruptly frightened the coffin ghost back.
Among the reincarnators, Tai, the most low-key, was not affected by any factors. He came over and handed a piece of paper: [Since the clues here are broken, let’s look for other clues.]
Xiao Li nodded and walked out of the mourning hall first.
—
Just as they were leaving, another room in the old mansion.
The plot characters in the opening CG stay here. They are divided into two camps. One is Luo Junchao, whose voice was taken away because his voice violated the taboo. The girl in the floral dress has a deep relationship with him and relies on him. On the other side were the remaining few people, who looked at Luo Junchao with fearful eyes from time to time, daring not to approach.
The sky outside the window had completely dimmed.
The dark clouds covered the moon, making the whole town, including the sea, look extremely depressing and gloomy. Dark clouds hang low in the sky, the air is humid and cold, and the wind is blowing. Anyone with discernment can understand that this is a sign of impending rain, and it looks like a heavy rain.
The cold wind blowing through the hall made a whistling sound effect in the outside world, which made these plot characters even more afraid.
Since Luo Junchao lost his voice, they couldn't get out of the town no matter how they walked, and no one in the residential house responded to their calls for help. Finally, they stumbled along the peach tree and found this ancient house with the door wide open and unlocked. Settle here.
In the process, Luo Junchao has tried many times, but he has never been able to make a sound, and as time goes by, he gradually has a creepy feeling in his heart - after losing his voice, his "sense of psychic" seems to be Enhanced, he could clearly feel that an unknown gaze fell on him.
It was a feeling I couldn't put into words, but he just knew it!
Something was repulsing him, and it had its sights set on him.
This feeling made Luo Junchao shiver. He lost the spirit of breaking the taboo and speaking, and now he is huddled in the corner, holding his head in his hands, trembling constantly.
The women around him are very fond of him, they have been friends and classmates for many years. At this moment, she looked at Luo Junchao's appearance at this time, she couldn't bear it, she reached out and hugged him into her arms.
Luo Junchao tried desperately to get into the girl's arms as if he had found his belongings.
The girl hesitated for a long time, but finally did not push him away cruelly.
Luo Junchao was shaking all the time, and as time passed, his body trembled more and more.
"Boom--" A loud thunder blasted in the sky, mixed with pouring rain, and the sound of thunderstorm covered the silence of the whole town.
Everyone in the room was startled, and their hearts beat violently at that moment, but none of their reactions were as violent as Luo Junchao's.
Luo Junchao covered his ears with his hands, he pulled his head out of the girl's arms, looked at the window as if he had lost his mind, suddenly pointed his finger in the direction of the window, and stood up.
He turned his head, the expression on his face became blurred, he wanted to take a step towards the window, but fell straight to the ground.
Luo Junchao lay on the ground, ignoring his chest aching from the fall, and instead frantically scratched his face.
He used so much strength that his entire face became bloody in the blink of an eye.
The girl didn't know why, she bent down and tried to catch Luo Junchao, but the other party didn't respond.
Suddenly, her back felt a chill, and she felt something behind her. She slowly looked in the direction Luo Junchao pointed before—
There was a face stuck to the window looking at the house.
The face was pale and lifeless.
"Ah!"
A scream pierced through the sky, and for a while, the sound of the torrential rain was suppressed, and it reached the reincarnator in the same ancient house.
The reincarnators are walking around the curved corridor of the ancient house, preparing to go to the next room.
Xiao Li turned his head, he was thinking that the rain was coming at an inopportune time, but unfortunately the peach tree in the yard, but before the thought emerged for a few seconds, it was cut off by this shrill scream. .
Shimizu looked at the source of the sound, he took out his pen and wrote: [It's the group of plot characters in the CG of the previous title.]
Park Xiujin said: [The screaming is so miserable, it seems that because the teammates broke the taboo, they have met a ghost.]
Qingshui turned to Xiao Li: [Then go have a look, Sherlock, what do you think?]
Xiao Li, who was suddenly cued by him, turned around noncommittally. He watched the raindrops falling from the eaves, dripping to the ground and splashing a lot of water - Xiao Li estimated the distance from the current location to the source of the sound. , go there.
If this scream is replaced by a newcomer, or even an ordinary reincarnator, they will subconsciously want to stay away from the source of the sound. After all, this means that ghosts are haunting there. Fortunately, the reincarnators in this dungeon world belong to the best. There is no proposal against looking in the past.
This time the AK47 fell behind.
The Caucasian had a bit of a sniper quality, a habit of observing from a distance and being extremely patient.
It's just that when he and the reincarnations in front walked out of the corridor together, a tile fell from the roof in the pouring rain—
AK47 heard the movement and raised his head, the tile just hit the bridge of his tall nose!
The nose is one of the most vulnerable parts of human beings. Ordinary people, let alone being hit by a falling object, will cover their nose with red eyes and make a sound like a cat being stomped on its tail, even if it accidentally hits it.
—But in this world, absolutely no sound can be made.
Otherwise, it will die.
AK47 is worthy of being AK47. He gritted his teeth under the severe pain. Not only that, he also bent down and reached out to catch the tile that was about to fall to the ground, avoiding the possible cracking sound of the tile.
[How are you? ] Lanstie wrote.
AK47 raised his head high and covered his nose with his hands. Through the dim light, he could see a line of blood dripping from his nose.
The blond youth took a deep breath, took out a prop spray from his pocket, and pressed it twice on his nose.
This is one of his special props, medical spray. As long as the trauma is not too serious, it can be cured by spraying.
After the pain in the nose subsided, AK47 wiped the remaining nosebleed on his face with the sleeve tube and put his hand down.
Xiao Li turned on the flashlight and took a look at the roof where the tiles had fallen, but found no trace of any animals.
Park Soo Jin: [Is it an accident? Or artificial?]
Shimizu: [It's all possible.]
Xiao Li thought for a while: [It doesn't look like a coincidence, but rather like some kind of obstacle that was deliberately created for us to make a sound.]
After writing this sentence, Xiao Li put away the pen and pressed his finger.
It has not been a day since he entered this silent copy, and he has already dreamed back to the time when he wrote a thousand-word Chinese composition with freehand writing, and now his fingers are very sore.
In fact, typing on a mobile phone is relatively simple, but there is no place for charging. In order to save power, reincarnations still use writing to communicate most of the time.
AK47 looked at Xiao Li's words with a gloomy expression.
If that's the case, then they face all kinds of contingencies that prompt them to speak.
Shimizu: [AK, are you okay?]
AK47 shook his head, indicating that the injury was innocuous.
[Then let's go to the plot characters first.] Kiyomizu Road.
—
The rain is getting heavier and heavier, even if you don't get into the rain and just walk in the corridor, there will still be water vapor that wets the hair and clothes of the reincarnator.
When the reincarnators came following the sound, there were only two people left in the room.
Several other plot characters disappeared, only Luo Junchao, who had lost his breath, and the screaming girl in the dress were in the room.
Luo Junchao was lying on his back on the ground, his face was already torn apart by his own grasp, and he couldn't tell it was him at all.
The girl sat blankly on the ground, away from Luo Junchao's body.
Lance was the first to enter this room. Looking at Luo Junchao's tragic state, he thought of the way AK47 died in the mirror prediction, and his pupils shrank.
The Western exorcist took out a small bottle from his backpack, and poured a little clear water from the small bottle next to Luo Junchao's body.
[what is this?] When Xiao Li saw this, he asked with his mouth shape.
He dipped a drop of the water with his hand and put it in front of his nose to smell it, it was colorless and odorless.
[Holy water.]Lance spells it abbreviated, [Exorcism, I'm afraid he'll swindle the corpse. I once encountered a dungeon where the soul of anyone who dies in it will turn into a ghost after a period of time.]
Very cautious.
Xiao Li turned his eyes and carefully observed Luo Junchao below.
After breaking the silence, what was taken away was the voice first, then the face...
He followed the direction Luo Junchao's head was facing and walked to a window.
The window was closed, and he opened the window, directly facing the peach tree at the corner of the backyard.
The heavy rain hit the leaves, making a puffing sound.
Xiao Li's eyes wandered to the outside world, and suddenly he seemed to catch a glimpse of something out of the corner of his eye - it was a short figure.
He looked left and right, put his hands directly by the window, and tried hard to jump out of the wide window.
… It was a pity that it failed.
Xiao Li pretended that nothing happened, turned around and walked out of the door, walking towards the figure under the tree.
As the distance approached, Xiao Li gradually saw the person clearly - it was the old man across from the hotel, reminding them that the hotel owner had died!
At the same time, it is also a lonely old man who has passed away in the mouth of the hotel owner.
The old man was wearing a quaint jacket and holding a small umbrella, standing in the rain.
He was short in stature, but stood up straight, and raindrops fell down the thousands of ravines on his face.
The old man's eyes were cloudy and unfocused, looking like he had just crawled out of the soil, like a corpse.
The black-haired young man stood under the eaves, separated by heavy rain curtains, holding a mobile phone for lighting in one hand, and a small yellow book in the other, with a line written on it and asked him: "Old man, what are you doing here?" ?]
The old man was stunned by the light, his eyes shrank, and without answering Xiao Li, he turned his head and stumbled to the outside of the ancient house.
If he could make a sound now, Xiao Li would ask another question, but at this time he could only change a piece of paper and write another sentence, which was meaningless, so Xiao Li didn't move.
Xiao Li watched the old man's back gradually disappear into the darkness until he couldn't see clearly.
After a while, someone patted him on the shoulder, Qingshui held up his mobile phone and typed and asked him: [What did you see?]
Xiao Li: [The old man across from the hotel was standing here just now, but now he has left.]
[You didn't chase?] Kiyomizu Road.
Xiao Li stretched out his fingers and reached into the rain curtain outside, then he retracted his hand, feeling the palm of his hand wet.
After drying the rain, he wrote lightly: [The rain is too heavy to be too lazy to chase.]
Looking at the heavy rain outside, Shimizu felt that what Sherlock said seemed to make sense.
Seeing that he didn't speak, Xiao Li added: [Don't worry, we know where his home is, if he runs away, the monk can't run away from the temple.]
Shimizu: "..."
The author has something to say: Shimizu: I'm thinking about finding an old man's hometown who might be a ghost. It's a bad idea.