Park Soo-jin couldn't accept this fact.
She refused to give up easily, so she continued to explore with the team and came to the place of death in the prophecy. From this point of view, if she had chosen to wait for her death at that time, wouldn't she not have come here, and would have broken the prophecy
she will die here...
Park Xiujin looked around for a while, and took out a small bottle from the small bag she had been carrying.
But if faced with a Specter of a higher rank, then this little bottle has nothing to do.
Will she die
AK47 also clenched his gun, if he saw a ghost appear, he would really shoot - for no other reason, not out of good intentions, but if they could really save Park Soo-jin and break the prophecy, not only did they find a way to fight the silence The method is also destroying his own death prophecy.
Xiao Li stood there, watching Park Xiujin's every move.
The near-noon sun shone on the streets of the town, the doors and windows of the businesses on the side of the road were closed, and the black smoke billowed in the distance, all of which were quite hot, but the people present only felt cold.
Xiao Li picked up the pen and wrote on the small yellow book: [I don't believe in prophecy.]
Nothing is unbreakable.
Park Xiujin pinched her throat with her fingers. At this time, she felt a sense of uncertainty in her heart, and she wanted to make a sound to test whether her throat was taken away, but her remaining rationality prevented her from doing so.
Shimizu asked with concern: [Do you feel anything wrong?]
Park Xiujin shook her head at first, but soon, her eyes fixed on a certain point in the void, and she mouthed: [It noticed me... ]
Tai's muscles tightened: [It? who?]
[How do you feel?] Shimizu held a sign and walked to Park Soo-jin's side.
Park Xiujin's eyes became a little blurry. Her eyes were fixed on a corner, and just as she was about to take a step, the bottle she was holding shattered with a bang, and an invisible mucous membrane wrapped around Park Xiujin, pulling her away from her. A brief moment of confusion was rescued.
Park Xiujin took a step back, she took a deep breath and felt her own voice, she took out her book tremblingly and wrote: [It's not over yet, it's only temporary, I feel... A force is staring at me .]
The black smoke in the distance is getting thicker and thicker, and it seems that the fire is getting bigger and bigger.
Qingshui frowned, he didn't find any clues, and looked back at Xiao Li hesitantly.
The life-saving props on the senior reincarnations are enough to delay the prophecy, but no one knows how the prophecy will be realized. Maybe they will come back here after leaving a circle, and Park Xiujin will no longer have props to save their lives. .
Xiao Li originally looked at the place where Park Xiujin was looking, and when he retracted his gaze, he paused for a moment - on the side of the street, Xiao Li saw the old man living opposite the hotel again.
The old man was wearing a robe and a jacket, and his eyes were looking towards the reincarnator.
it's him again...
Xiao Li didn't chase after him to ask. He first focused on Park Xiujin, because at this moment she lost the protection of the bottle, and her expression became dazed again.
Suddenly, a shadow appeared in everyone's field of vision—a white shadow dragged a long water sleeve, standing on the roof of the street along the road, overlooking them.
It was the white shadow in the study.
But it doesn't feel the same as it was back then. Is it a face, or something...
— is clarity.
This thought entered Xiao Li's mind like a thunderbolt: When he was in the study, the white shadow was transparent and his face was quite blurry, but at this moment it was white and his face was clear. , it was painted with dramatic makeup, the rouge at the end of the eyes was a rosy pink, and the long sleeves of water were dragging in the wind.
At this moment, Shimizu raised the pen like a thunderbolt: [This, this face is the human skin mask I found when I was exploring the ancient house!]
When the actor appeared, the look in Park Xiujin's eyes disappeared, and she slowly took a step towards the other side.
Xiao Li silently "tsk", he came to the AK47 who was tall and big, picked up a pen and wrote: [Can you beat people? The kind that is directly stunned and taken away by slashing to the neck.]
AK47: "…"
It will be, but... Will this cracking method be too simple and rude
AK47 hesitated and glanced at the boy, and instantly understood what Xiao Li meant. He put away his gun, strode to Park Xiujin's side, and slashed at the back of the girl's neck at a tricky angle.
Park Xiujin fell down, and when she fell to the ground, AK47 reached out to catch her.
Xiao Li held a sign: [Go.]
Park Soo Jin is not fat, her body is flexible but powerful, AK47 carried her without any effort. He avoided the sight of the actor on the roof, and trotted to catch up with Xiao Li, who was at the forefront.
Unexpectedly, the showman did not stop them, the water sleeves rustled in the air, and it just turned its head and watched them go away.
When passing the corner, the old man disappeared.
Xiao Li gave the corner a look, and then walked towards the place where the black smoke was lit.
Shimizu quickened his pace to catch up with him: [Sherlock, do you have any ideas?]
Xiao Li: [Yes, quite a lot, what do you mean?]
Shimizu: [Park Soo-jin, what are you going to do?]
Xiao Li: [I'll tie her hands up first to make her faint, and I'll talk about the rest later.]
It's a bit rough, but since the previous deceased have scratched their faces, Sherlock's solution... is also quite effective to a certain extent.
Shimizu wrote with difficulty: [… I studied Chinese traditional culture when I was studying abroad, and she just dressed up like an opera singer. Could this have something to do with the truth of this small town? For example, it is a singer, but in an accident, it lost its voice and appearance, and has hated any sound since then, and wants to take away the sound source and face of human beings.]
Xiao Li: [The idea is good.]
Then there is no text.
Shimizu: […]
They were walking and writing, and after walking a few streets, they saw the spot where the black smoke was lit up. Coincidentally, they knew it was the backyard of the hotel where the reincarnators wanted to stay at first.
The fire was so big that the hot flames could be felt from a distance.
The hotel owner stood at the door, a strange smile appeared on her face, as if relieved and sad.
The fire is getting bigger and bigger. Most of the houses in this town are made of wood. If this trend continues, I am afraid that this residential area will be affected.
However, just as Qingshui felt this worry in his heart, the sky, which was still bright and sunny, gradually faded, and thick dark clouds rushed over from the sea. Soon, it started to rain in the sky.
The rain was heavy, and the fire could not compete with the torrential rain, and its arrogance was completely extinguished.
Qingshui couldn't dodge in time, and his face was soaked by the heavy rain. He turned around to discuss the next move with Xiao Li, but he turned his head and saw that the other party had already walked into the hotel lobby with his nose and mouth covered.
Xiao Li held up the small yellow book and said hello to the hotel owner: [Hello.]
The hotel owner glanced at him, she sat down at the door of the hotel dejectedly, the wrinkles on her face were crowded together.
She did not speak, nor did Xiao Li. He moved to the small bench in the front hall of the hotel that had not been touched by the fire, and sat at the door watching the rain on the streets of the town.
The rain dripped to the ground, splashing a splash.
After a long time, the hotel owner wiped the rain on her face with her hand, and she turned her head to make a mouth shape at Xiao Li: [Outsiders, what do you want to ask?]
Xiao Li looked at the black hole in the hotel owner's mouth up close, and he wrote: [Have you seen people like us before?]
The owner of the hotel grabbed Xiao Li's paper and pen and wrote: [I've let this fire go so many times, it's useless, the buildings here can't be damaged. In the same way, as long as people who enter this town, they will never be able to get out again.]
Xiao Li: [Can you tell your story?]
A sneer appeared on the face of the hotel owner, she lowered her head and wrote: [My story? I'm just a ghost wandering in place, I lost my daughter, my husband, but I dare not go down to accompany them. In order not to speak, I cut off my own tongue that night, and I linger on until now. Now that I think about it, I might as well get rid of it earlier.]
Xiao Li reached out and patted her shoulder: [Do you know anything about that uninhabited ancient house?]
This time the hotel owner shook his head hesitantly: [It used to be the house of the richest man, but since the silence began to spread from our town, the gap between the rich and the poor has become less important, and their family even died more than ordinary people. earlier.]
Looking at the hotel owner like this, I'm afraid he doesn't know the secret about the inheritance of the grandfather of the ancient house owner.
Xiao Li asked the other party some simple questions, and then the hotel owner wiped his face with his hands, saying that he was going to greet his daughter and husband, and lifted the curtain and walked into the backyard.
Qingshui came over, and before he could speak, Xiao Li handed him the paper he had just communicated with the hotel owner.
After he finished reading, Shimizu continued to write: [It seems that the clue is still in the old house, we still have to go back.]
Xiao Li sat at the door of the hotel, propped his chin and looked at the closed door of the old man's house opposite: [No hurry.]
Just as they were talking, Lance suddenly walked towards them eagerly, and he wrote on the paper: [In the backyard, I just glanced over there, there is a coffin.]
Shimizu: [Coffin? Could it be that the hotel owner prepared it for him?]
[No no no, that seems to be... the coffin we saw in the ancient house mourning hall,] Lance wrote firmly, [Could it be for... Park Xiujin? For prophecy?]
Xiao Li stood up, patted the soil, and walked towards the backyard.