Just when Xiao Li and Wen Wenwen and others parted ways, Wang Huai did not follow.
It was impossible for the reincarnators to take Xu Jiaheng to find a house, so he took the initiative to ask Ying to stay in the house to take care of Xu Jiaheng.
At that time, the little boy hesitated for a long time, and the whole person was lying on the sofa, almost lost.
There was a problem with his mother, which was enough for him to be helpless. He thought he could find support, but even these foreigners died...
Does this mean that they have no ability to stop the ghost at all
The corner of his eyes drifted upstairs unconsciously. That was where Hetian died. Wang Huai was squatting inside, refusing to let go of any corner to look for something.
Xu Jiaheng asked him, and Wang Huai's explanation was "I want to find out if there is any clue to kill Hetian." He looked at the other party's search and felt a little strange. Hide back into the living room.
In fact, if you think about it carefully, is it a bit too rash to believe in these people so rashly
Xu Jiaheng bit his finger, bit off the dead skin, picked up his mobile phone, and began to contact his neighbor and tablemate, and decided to tell her what happened recently and hear her thoughts.
As he typed, he felt that all the breakfast he had eaten when he couldn't eat in the morning had been digested, and a stomach cramp came towards him, and he hurriedly took his mobile phone and went to the toilet.
After Xu Jiaheng went to the squatting pit, Wang Huai walked down the stairs. He gently turned over the sofa first, then touched the furniture in front of him inch by inch, and finally stopped near the TV.
He touched a protrusion-like thing, and with a little force, he took it off the cabinet and put it in his pocket.
Immediately, Wang Huai went back upstairs. He straightened his suit, took his task book from Hetian, and put the prop on it.
Unlike Sherlock, who doesn't like to use props, Wang Huai is very familiar with the props in the mall. He guessed that Hetian may have used some kind of prop, which led to the triggering of the dead end in advance, so he has been taking the opportunity to look for such a thing.
As soon as he saw the appearance of the camera, he knew the function of this thing.
After the scrapped task book came into contact with the camera, a certain screen appeared. Wang Huai stared at the screen for a while, then closed the task book heavily.
Xiao Li on the other side finished speaking a whole paragraph in one breath, and thoughtfully gave the mother Xu in front of him some time to think about the story he told.
In fact, he didn't say it to Mother Xu in front of him, but more to the "ghost behind the scenes".
But unfortunately, he didn't see each other in line of sight.
Xiao Li tried to intensify his sarcasm: "It is recommended to update your thesaurus, or to re-study Chinese."
The opposite mother Xu seemed to be stunned. She couldn't believe her ears and stood there. Looking closely, the beads in her eyes were a bit cross-eyed.
After a long time, she barely recovered her voice: "I don't understand what you are talking about."
Xiao Li: "...Okay, then I won't bother you."
Xiao Li waited for a while, but didn't wait for the black figure to appear. Seeing Xu's mother in front of him, he didn't have any secrets that could be squeezed out. He looked left and right at the windows of the neighbors on both sides, raised his hands and made a "goodbye" gesture.
… looks like a very polite guest.
Although this guest almost gave the hostess a meal just now.
He walked very easily. Although Mother Xu looked angry, she did not intend to catch up to intercept Xiao Li.
She just stood there, looking at the boy's back with the two faces sticking out from the neighbor's window.
Xiao Li walked in the town without a destination. He took whichever road he saw.
He consolidated the clues so far in his mind, wrapped his fingers around the puppet's hair, and stopped and walked along the road.
Frankly speaking, if this place is not regarded as a dungeon world, this exotic town is still a tourist destination worth visiting.
The European-style brick buildings stand next to each other in the gray fog, with a misty and rainy temperament.
It would have been better if it hadn't had the odd look of the shopkeepers down the road looking at the out-of-towners.
Xiao Li contentedly continued to move forward in those eyes until he turned into a small road.
It was a narrower street than other roads. Most of the businesses along the way had their doors locked, and only a small shop at the bottom of the alley was lit.
The door of this shop is ajar, and there is a feather curtain hanging at the door. Feather and beads are worn together, and are blown up and beaten by the wind from time to time.
When Xiao Li got closer, he realized that the light was actually a candle placed at the door. The candle had already burned halfway, and the wax oil dripped down the body of the candle and condensed into lumps.
In the interior near the door curtain, there is a black table, with a cloth covering something in the middle.
A woman sat behind the table. Her hair was decorated with small white flowers, woven together with the hair, and covered with a layer of black gauze. Her face was as white as jade, but her fingers were covered with old wrinkles, like eight teenage woman.
She looked at Xiao Li from a distance through the door curtain: "Outlander, come in, meeting is fate, I can predict what you want for you."
Xiao Li: "What is the divination?"
He glanced back casually, and saw that the road he had come in had disappeared, replaced by a wall that blocked the way out.
The fortune-teller tore off the black cloth on the table, revealing a crystal ball.
This crystal ball is round and crystal clear, reflecting her beautiful face.
"Everything." The fortune teller put his hands on the crystal ball, "your fortune, love and future."
Xiao Li pointed to where he came from: "I take the liberty to ask, if I don't agree, will I be unable to get out?"
The fortune-teller covered his lips with his fingertips and smiled: "What do you think?"
Xiao Li: "..."
The last person who wanted to fortune-telling—or prophecy—for him was already cold.
The fortune-teller looked at him greedily, not like a human being, but like a walking blood eater.
Since he couldn't leave, Xiao Li simply walked in, pulled out the chair, and sat opposite the fortune-teller.
Almost as soon as Xiao Li was seated, the fortune-teller leaned forward impatiently, and the tip of his tongue licked his lips back and forth like a snake letter when he spoke: "Fortune-telling will not be free, I need to charge something."
"what?"
"Your youth." The fortune-teller's eyes became more sticky. "Your face, your flesh."
Xiao Li: "Is this why your face can maintain youth?"
I didn't feel it from a long distance before, but now I look closer. The fortune-teller with a face like an eighteen-year-old girl in front of him is covered with wrinkles and spots from the neck down, which is completely different from the skin on his face.
Having been so mercilessly lifted off the mask, the fortune-teller glared at him, couldn't wait to sit back in his seat, and wanted to touch the crystal ball in front of him with his palm: "Let's begin?"
"Wait a minute." Xiao Li took out the small yellow book, spread it on the table, and said casually, "Forgot to introduce myself, I am also an amateur fortune-teller."
Fortune Teller: ? ?
Peer? !
Xiao Li: "I, um, reluctantly rely on a divination tool for divination, but I prefer to call it a prophecy."
The fortune-teller restrained her original expression, and she looked at Xiao Li carefully: "Props?"
Xiao Li: "Yes, so I want to make a deal with you."
Without giving the fortune teller a chance to intervene, Xiao Li continued: "It's better, let's fortune tell each other. If whoever predicts is more accurate, you can take away my youth if you win. If I win, you need to give me a clue."
He still looks like a teenager, his jet-black hair has grown a bit longer, and he hasn't cut it. There is an illusion that people are clearly reflected in his eyes, but they are not in his eyes.
Such a person claims to be a fortune teller, and he still has some credibility to say it.
The fortune-teller hesitated for a moment, but the attraction of living flesh and blood was too strong, she couldn't help licking her mouth: "...Yes, you come first."
She has discretion to decide the next step.
"Okay." Xiao Li didn't shirk, he picked up the pen and wrote a line on the small yellow book.
The next moment, behind him, in this room, a coffin suddenly appeared.
A slit was opened in front of the coffin, and from the fortune-teller's perspective, an old man could be seen lying inside, holding a mirror in his arms.
This is the coffin of Ouroboros, which was once engraved by Xiao Li, and has been forcibly connected since then.
Xiao Li walked over and tapped the coffin board with his knuckles: "Please borrow a mirror to make an envoy."
The Mirror of Prophecy, no matter how you think about it, is no worse than a random fortune-teller in the dungeon.
The coffin ghost was originally in its own world, lying comfortably in the coffin, waiting for the arrival of the next unlucky ghost, but Xiao Li knocked three souls and lost two souls.
This voice... so familiar? !
When Xiao Li said the second word, the coffin ghost opened his eyes.
When he said the complete sentence, the coffin sat up like a ghost, hugged the mirror of Ouroboros tightly in his arms, and shook his head.
If Ye Zeqing was there, he could read an emotion: [You are dreaming, God knows if you want to come back?]
Xiao Li didn't want to arrive, and he didn't insist. He turned back and pointed at the fortune teller and said, "Then come and make a prophecy for her. What aspect do you want to predict?"
The fortune-teller looked at the coffin and the old man in it, and an unpleasant feeling arose in his heart.
This mirror and coffin have even been detached from ghosts and have the taste of some gods. This is an artifact.
The coffin ghost looked in the direction Xiao Li pointed, and looked at the crystal ball in front of the fortune-teller. It could sense the ghost energy and power of the other party. Want to understand the current development of the situation.
The old man pushed the coffin board in front of him, glanced at Xiao Li with a solemn expression, and flicked the mirror with his hand.
I saw the mirror in its hand flickering, and two large characters were formed on it:
[Run away! ! !]
For fear that the fortune-tellers of the same kind would not understand, they even added three exclamation marks.
- This is the greatest tenderness it gives its younger generation, and it tries its best.