Seven Days, Seven Nights

Chapter 21: High mountains and flowing water meet bosom friend

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Mr. Shuhai frowned imperceptibly, and he never expected that Sur could harm the copy so badly.

Shen Jiangbei, who has never been very talkative, couldn't help asking at this moment, "Why do you say it's her parents' family?"

In order to clear the customs and in the dungeon, Su Er was not an exception, and it was Ji Heng's words that made him strange.

Ji Heng: "Su Er's marriage partner is a bit special."

Mr. Shuhai guessed the truth in one sentence: "Ghost King?"

As soon as the words came out, the expressions of everyone except Ji Heng changed. Wen Buyu was surprised that the host knew about it without leaving home, while Yiyi and Shen Jiangbei were surprised at Sur's boldness.

After getting a positive answer, Mr. Shuhai finally looked away from the scroll in his hand and talked about other topics: "The town will vote in a unified manner in the afternoon the day after tomorrow, and the results will be announced the next morning."

Wen Buyu's face turned pale: "Aren't we voting in the morning and results in the afternoon?"

Mr. Shuhai: "It's all the same."

"How could one..." Realizing who he was talking to, Wen Buyu forcibly restrained his doubts.

Although Shen Jiangbei and Yiyi didn't show it, their eyes sank as well. There is no doubt that the night in the town is more dangerous than the daytime. If you stay for one more night, you may be killed by ghosts.

Wen Buyu suddenly thought of something and looked strange: "The day of voting happens to be the day when Suer returns home."

Yu Guang couldn't help peeking at Ji Heng, shouldn't they have already considered this

Mr. Shuhai lowered his head to read the book again, and everyone didn't know whether to leave or stay for a while. When the situation was unclear, no one was willing to ask a question. Shen Jiangbei was the closest to Mr. Shuhai, and clearly saw a red paper as a bookmark in the book.

Isn't this paper the vote given by the ghost king

Mr. Shuhai seemed to be happy to solve his doubts at the moment, and said calmly, "I found it in the crevice beside my bed. It's very interesting, right?"

"… "

Shen Jiangbei's complexion changed slightly, and Trillion told Suer to take refuge in the host's room that night. To this day, he was dubious, and now it is a real hammer.

Taking out a stack of red paper and placing it on the stone table, Mr. Shuhai spoke again: "There are many people in the town who are responsible for monitoring the words and deeds of the people. My identity is one of them. As a townsman, I also have the right to vote."

As soon as the voice fell, someone had already thought of something, and his expression was not very good.

"If you instigate some people and add these votes, it can have some effect." Mr. Shuhai said lightly: "But with this skill, I would rather read books for a while, it is better for everyone to make it easier... If one more player dies, I will Hand these tickets to you."

A few short sentences made the atmosphere instantly silent.

It was very quiet, but he disliked the wind outside. Mr. Shuhai got up and went back to the house to concentrate on reading, leaving the people in the yard looking at each other.

Wen Buyu was the most nervous among them. Once someone among them had murderous intentions, he would surely die.

"The host did it on purpose." He wanted to brush the broken hair in his ear to relieve tension, but accidentally bumped his arm against the stone table, but Wen Buyu didn't feel any pain, and said in despair, "He had doubts that night, and even It is possible to deliberately let Sur go, just to wait until today!"

Watch the players make themselves smart like mice, and when they are proud, hand over a mousetrap from the dark.

No one answered, Wen Wuyu suddenly laughed a few times in a low voice in absolute silence, even if he died tonight, Suer wouldn't be able to please him.

Before her voice became sharper due to anger, Ji Heng suddenly said, "It's just a few tickets, what's there to care about?"

Shen Jiangbei frowned: "There are quite a few."

Ji Heng said meaningfully: "Su Er and I mentioned it, and there are only five tickets that can be used, the top three and the bottom two."

Shen Jiangbei asked why.

Ji Heng: "According to Sur's original words, he was so nervous at the time that he accidentally bit his lip. To distract his attention, he left lip prints on the back of a stack of red paper in the middle."

The town is so strict with rules, the sacred voting session, there is an extra lip print on the back of the ticket, I am afraid that it will be considered bad behavior, and the voter will not be able to please.

"… "

Ji Heng glanced at everyone: "I still have something to do, I'll go first." Before leaving, he glanced at Wen Buyu, who hurriedly gave him the red paper and the box: "I've used up the contents inside."

After talking about the complex complexion, the props that can block the perception of ghosts are unheard of by many players, and she has owned them in her life.

Ji Heng left with something.

Trillion didn't go into the details of what transaction Wen Buyu and Ji Heng made in private. He raised his face slightly and moved his stiff cervical spine. After a while, he asked, "How much do you think is true or false?"

Wen Buyu is considered to be in contact with Sur a lot, and he said truthfully: "The lip print is probably real, just listen to the rest."

Trillion snorted and looked at Shen Jiangbei: "When you were in high school, did you have so many hearts?"

He would rather believe that it was a mistake, otherwise a newcomer, this quality would be a bit scary.

Shen Jiangbei: "When you were in elementary school, there might be prodigies of the same age who were already in college. Don't look down on someone easily."

Trillion Nunuzui said softly, "It's better to leave this yard quickly."

Once Mr. Shuhai finds out the inside story of Red Paper, I am afraid he will use them as a punching bag.

As several people left one after another, the yard returned to silence.

inside the house.

Mr. Shuhai sees it as a military book, with tricky tactics and a lot to ponder. In this section, he praises a battle of equal strength.

"whispering sound-"

In his view, the most labor-saving method is to divide, aiming to disintegrate from the enemy with the least expenditure. What does it mean to be tough

It's like using red paper to make players turn heads easily, why do you need to stare at it all the time

I fiddled with the piles of red paper with my fingers, and one of them was pushed aside. The sunlight outside the house hit it, and the thickness of the paper seemed to become thinner. However, with a casual glance, Mr. Shuhai's eyes were suddenly frozen, he opened the red paper, and there was a dark red lip print on the back.

Suddenly realizing something, I flipped through several sheets in a row, and without exception, they were all in the same state.

The selection of the chief guard is a very serious matter. It's just a matter of being stained with blood. This lip print is the real fatality. It would be troublesome for Sur to take advantage of the question on polling day and bite back.

The flimsy paper was kneaded into a ball and thrown aside. Mr. Shuhai's eyes revealed a bit of dangerous light: "No wonder you have to 'marry' yourself out in a hurry."

For Sur, I am afraid that this place is more dangerous than the ghost king's old house at this moment.

·

In the square yard, Sur was cleaning the ashes on the ground, and took the brazier back by the way.

The sun finally hung in the sky completely, Sur washed his hands, made a cup of tea and knocked on the door of the room.

The old lady's voice was very tired: "Who?"

Realizing that she asked nonsense, she didn't want to open the door, but she got up and opened because she was worried about being forced into it.

Sur: "It's the tea serving session now."

The old lady's face was ugly: "You got a ghost marriage, what kind of tea are you serving?" Before she finished speaking, she looked at the cup suspiciously.

"No medicine." Sur: "This is an unnecessary operation."

The difference in physical strength between an energetic young man and a dying old man is self-evident. The old lady also knew that once the other party wanted to snatch the pendant, she couldn't stop it, but she was suspicious and couldn't control it.

After a tense night, my throat really hurts. The old lady took a sip of tea and thought to herself how this person survived last night.

Sur left the tea set and returned to the yard. The old lady kept her guard against him, her face was uncertain, and she quickly closed the door.

The leaves swirled, and the rustling sound made Sur feel pleasant. After staying in the copy for a long time, the deadness of the night is suffocating, and he prefers a world with rich voices.

Squeak.

When the wooden door was pushed open, there was an unpleasant sound, interrupting Sur's thoughts.

The door outside was just ajar, and when the door opened, Ji Heng walked in with some cakes in his hand.

From last night to now, Sur has basically not eaten anything. He didn't like the sweet and greasy taste very much at first, but now he sips one, and he actually thinks it tastes good.

It only took three minutes before and after to fill the stomach. It was easy to be overheard talking in the yard. Su Er pointed to the next room, and Ji Heng walked in one after another.

After clapping the pastry residue on his hands, Sur's expression became serious: "The top priority is to solve the problem of the props."

Tonight the skeleton will definitely bring it up again and let him take the pendant from the old lady.

The lips opened and closed, and the wound inside could be vaguely seen. Ji Heng thought of the lip print on the red paper, and shook his head: "You can think of it if you play tricks on the ticket paper."

"The bite was an accident," Sur reacted for a second before he understood what he meant, and lifted his sleeves: "I got whiplash when I climbed the wall that night, and most of it was blood on it."

Otherwise, so many pieces of red paper, sticking up one by one by biting off the lip prints, will not hurt to death.

With his fingers touching the edge of the wound, Sur's expression turned cold, and he said that the whiplash was bestowed by the captain of the guard. As soon as I entered the dungeon, I was inexplicably whipped. Not to mention the reduction of the force value, it was really painful to accidentally press it when I was resting at night.

Unfortunately, time is tight and this debt cannot be recovered.

Ji Heng: "The pendant thing is actually not difficult to solve.

Sur thought for a while: "Find someone to make a similar one and replace the old lady's body?"

Ji Heng nodded: "As long as the ghost king doesn't take the initiative to attack, he probably won't be able to tell the difference between the real and the fake. The problem is..."

Su Er held his forehead: "How to deal with the ghost king?"

The other party was aggressive last night with only one purpose, and he had to let himself take away the old lady's pendant.

Rarely saw a trace of distress on his face, Ji Heng smiled: "The rules are dead, and people are alive."

Just like this world where rules are everywhere, there are loopholes and darkness everywhere.

Sur seemed to catch something faintly, but couldn't say it.

Ji Heng's expression became solemn: "The vote is the day after tomorrow, so we have to spend two more dangerous nights." He paused here, with a smile in his eyes, but if he looked closely, he could see some ferocity: "If the voting time is earlier, Woolen cloth?"

Sur was taken aback.

"For example..." Ji Heng said, "The captain of the guard suddenly fell seriously ill... Just as a country cannot live without a ruler for a day, in this town, it is impossible for a day without a chief of guard."

Then the voting time can only be moved up.

After being stunned for a few seconds, Sul couldn't help but stepped forward to hold his hand and called out 'brother' kindly. '

Ji Heng raised his eyebrows.

Sur's face was full of friends who were hard to find, and moved: "Brother, it turns out that you are not a good person!"

The author has something to say: Sur: So you are not a good person.

Ji Heng: Don't talk nonsense, I am.