Wen Zheliu made a gesture towards the back, and Xie Yuanyuan's figure was immediately submerged in the shadow of the night and disappeared.
The wine glass, small pen, and hairpin wrapped around the talisman all burned vigorously in the mist, but the color of the flame was not warm, but eerie blue-green. They dispersed with the wind, and then rose several feet high. Amidst the crackling and burning sound, a woman's desolate wail could be faintly heard, which was particularly terrifying to hear at night.
The green fire bloomed suddenly, and the next moment, three identical ancient mirrors appeared in front of the crowd. Wen Zheliu said in surprise: "Mirrors?"
He couldn't help but take a step forward and looked at the three-sided dark round ancient mirror that was as tall as a person. A strange wave rippled out. He Qin said: "Look carefully, baby. If you are unlucky, Maybe we won’t even get a door.”
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Wen Zheliu responded cautiously: "Yes, I understand."
He examined it carefully, but did not dare to get too close to the door. At this moment, the ripples in the mirror became more and more violent, like rising viscous water waves, and even made the sound of sticky bubbles bursting. After a long period of expansion and fermentation, they exploded with a "pop" sound. , one can almost imagine the stench of a swamp that suddenly exploded.
Accompanied by increasingly dense gurgling sounds, three faces slowly emerged from the ripples in the center of the mirror. They opened their blue-white eyes expressionlessly, looking at the open space from different angles through the faint jumping will-o'-wisps. of three people.
"!" Wen Zheliu gasped instantly and his pupils shrank suddenly!
The face that appeared in the three mirrors had a pale complexion, but the hair was greasy black, like lifeless seaweed, sticking wetly to the sides of the cheeks. There was no trace of darkness in the eyes that were opened, but they turned up convulsively. Literally, showing the stiffness after a violent death.
What's more important is that these three faces are none other than Wen Zheliu's own!
"What..." He subconsciously wanted to reach out and hold He Qin's hand, but he missed it. He looked around hastily. There was only endless darkness, and no one else was anywhere.
The head of the first "Wen Zheliu" slowly opened its mouth, and bright red blood-like liquid slowly overflowed from its purple-green lips; the second "Wen Zheliu" stretched out a hand stiffly, and its lips were as white as a skull. The craggy fingers stayed at the temples for a moment, and then inserted directly into the temples; the third "Wen Zheliu" repeated the action in the second mirror, and the sound of rotten flesh being poked was simply heart-wrenching.
Wen Zheliu's scalp trembled, and he could not look directly at these three pale faces that were no different from his own. He took a step back reflexively, knowing that this was the prompt given by the mirror.
But what do these three actions represent, and what can they explain
He looked around, feeling confused for a moment. Just when Wen Zheliu didn't know what to do, the three mirrors moved closer to him in a circle, and the three twisted dead faces were also closer to him. The water in the mirrors surged like a desire to choose someone. A huge mouth.
Wen Zheliu knew that if he couldn't see the key as soon as possible, he would be swallowed into the world of the dead in an instant.
Wine glass, small bowl, hairpin... Wen Zheliu forced himself to calm down and ignore the three disturbing faces in front of him. In the flash of lightning, he frowned and said suddenly: "I understand!"
Putting aside the interfering factors, this puzzle is actually very easy to solve. The blood flowing from the lips symbolizes wine, and the fingers inserted into the temples symbolize hairpins. Looking from left to right, the wine glass, small bowl and hairpins... Chapter There is no problem with the first door and the third door, only the second small door has the wrong correspondence!
"Two doors!" There are two correct doors on our side!
Wen Zheliu took out a crowbar from his backpack that he had never been equipped with in the previous two worlds. In an instant, he replaced the cane on his waist and swung it hard towards the second door in the center. Will-o'-the-wisps spurted out and the sound of breaking was loud!
At the same time, the overwhelming darkness around him receded like a tide. He Qin's long knife, Du Zijun's dagger and his crowbar hit the second door almost at the same time, causing broken glass to splash everywhere. , Will-o'-the-wisps exploded crazily in the air!
"The door of the wine cup corresponds to Yuzhao Cha, the daughter of the chief baker. The third door should be Ruo Zi!" Wen Zheliu said, "Come in now...!"
His last voice suddenly cut off, because the moment he turned back, Wen Zheliu suddenly caught a glimpse of two slender shadows leaping up from the shadows, as fast as lightning, running separately towards the remaining two intact doors. Door!
"—Thanks for helping with the screening."
"—Then we won't be polite!"
Crisp and sweet, the same girl's voice sounded in the air one after another. Du Zijun suddenly turned around: "Made by God, Shu Yun Shu Yu!"
However, they are fast, and there are people faster than them. He Qin's figure was like a leopard, almost a blurry afterimage in the middle of the night. He turned around and drew his knife before Shu Yu. The bright white light was like a thunderbolt, destroying everything and mercilessly slashing at the slender figure in the air. Suddenly a scarlet rainbow splashed in the air!
Shu Yu screamed. Under He Qin's omnipotent sword power, she didn't even have time to use items to defend herself, and 36% of her health was cut off by the sword!
"Looking for death?" He Qin said coldly.
On the other end, Du Zijun may not be as fast as Shu Yun, a professional assassination spy, but in terms of ruthlessness and ruthlessness, he will not be inferior to anyone. Lianxiangxiyu is almost non-existent in his dictionary. His sharp eyes were fixed on the black shadow that looked like a snake. He turned around with a neat kite, his clothes fluttering in the wind. Under the influence of inertia, the V-42 dagger disappeared like a cold arrow in the night. , only the blood tank was flowing with sharp light in the green will-o'-the-wisp, and it hit the target instantly!
Shu Yun groaned, but she was much more forbearing and persistent than her sister. Even though she was eating this, she still didn't change her course. With lightning speed, she swiped towards the hairpin behind the mirror and grabbed it in her hand.
"Shu Yu, let's go!"
"But there is another door!" Shu Yu fell to the ground, covering the wound on her abdomen, and shouted reluctantly.
"Brother Shan can handle that!"
Everything happened too fast. Wen Zheliu was the person farthest from the third door. Before he could take action, he was blocked by He Qin in front of him and Du Zijun further away.
"Ruozi's key door was snatched away by Shenzao's people, leaving Yuzhaocha's wine door..." He thought, "So, Shenzao's side was only assigned one door, which is Li Mei's Xiaobanzhi. Door."
At the moment when the atmosphere was tense and on the verge of breaking out, a tall figure slowly walked out from under the shadow of the tree opposite the door.
"I only got one door," Shan Jun's unruly facial features with a hint of violence were slowly revealed in the gloomy firelight, and the tattoo at the corner of his eye was like a fierce brand, "What's going on?"
Wen Zheliu's heart suddenly suffocated.
When there were fewer people than the other party, Yu Hongyao actually sent three people here to fight for the door!
... However, in this case, only he and Zhong Jiashi were left on the opposite side.
"Ning Ning." He Qin's voice sounded like a smile but not a smile, "You go in with Du Zijun, I'm here."
At this time, Shu Yu had already poured a bottle of medicine, which was enough to stop the bleeding in his abdomen. Shu Yun pulled out Du Zijun's dagger from his waist. Without fear of the blood-letting effect of V-42, he quickly took it out of the package. He took out a roll of bright white bandage and quickly wrapped it around the injured area.
"... That man is so strong." Shu Yu couldn't hide the fear in his words, "He is indeed the first... If I hadn't gone astray, his knife would have cut me in half."
Shan Jun was unmoved, his sinister expression remained as before, and he sneered: "What about you, Shu Yun? You are the one who got yourself into this by a weak and weak woman."
Du Zijun's steps towards Wen Zheliu faltered and he stopped.
Wen Zheliu sighed, and He Qin hesitated for a moment in holding the knife. He raised his eyes to observe Du Zijun's expression hidden in the shadows, and said thoughtfully: "How about I go in with Ning Ning, and you stay here?"
Du Zijun raised his eyelids. Under the elegant red and white appearance of the shrine maiden's uniform, the light of two golden sand eagles shone in the wind.
"Okay." His slightly smoky voice did not distinguish between emotion and anger, "I'll stay here while you and him go in. There are nine minutes left. I'll call you when we're done."
Shan Jun raised his thick eyebrows, with a look of surprise on his face.
"Let's go!" He Qin made a quick decision and took Wen Zheliu's hand, "Then I'll leave this to you!"
"We will come back as soon as possible!" Wen Zheliu shouted. He took one last look at Du Zijun's short black hair flying in the night wind, and then jumped into the first mirror with He Qin.
The sticky texture stuck to Wen Zheliu's skin. The darkness pressed down, and there was a sudden silence in his ears. Only the blood that was so rich that it was about to turn into substance lingered at the end of his nose.
He didn't know how long he had been missing, but he finally stepped onto the soft and slippery soil. His eyes were filled with confusion, except for a small dim lamp standing in front of him, illuminating the slightly blurry road beneath his feet.
"Brother?" he called tentatively, "where are you?"
He was suddenly startled when a heat source was pressed against his back. Just as he was about to turn around, He Qin gently held his head and said, "Don't look back."
"elder brother?"
He Qin took his hand, came up from behind, and led him forward.
"It is best not to look back in the country of the dead," he said. "This is also one of the details designed for the uncanny valley. Once you look back, the living will definitely die."
As soon as He Qin said this, Wen Zheliu felt confident. He nodded: "Okay, I understand."
The two held hands and walked on the dimly lit road. The surroundings were quiet, as if they were the only ones whose heartbeats were echoing together.
He Qin's palms were warm and strong. They looked like plum bones with sharp knuckles. They were extremely beautiful. However, only Wen Zheliu who held it knew that He Qin's palms were covered with calluses from holding knives all year round. It feels rough and makes your fingertips numb. Just like him, he looks cynical and romantic on the outside, but is resolute and stoic on the inside, as if he has a peerless famous sword inserted in his body that will never bend.
"After that light, will we not be able to see the road?" Wen Zheliu asked softly, "It seems that the props cannot be used here."
"Is that so?" He Qin pretended to be surprised and asked, "You can't see the road clearly, right? I'm holding a little sun in my hand, right?"
The wind howled in the ears, and ghosts cried in the distance, but the world of Wen Zheliu became extremely quiet at this moment, so quiet that only the sound of the heartbeat could be heard.
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