absurd deduction game.

Chapter 31 Bloody Candle Tears

Sunset west of the mountains, dusk comes.

Yesterday evening, the village was empty, but today, because the funeral is about to be held, the villagers all came out of their homes and walked in line to the east of the village under the leadership of the village chief.

They held identical candle trays in their hands, with unlit candles placed quietly on them, as if waiting for the night to come.

The deducers were also sandwiched in the middle, surrounded by villagers. After knowing the truth, they felt like prisoners being escorted, and they were accompanying a group of terrifying things to the execution ground.

Alas, I have a good relationship with candles... Yu Xing thought as he walked, that the last corpse party was also a group of corpses lighting candles. What kind of indescribable hobby is this?

He moved forward with the flow of people, and Xiao Xuchen walked beside him, observing the surroundings vigilantly.

Suddenly, a figure appeared in her peripheral vision.

The next moment, the figure quickly hid into the house, and although it was fast, she was still captured by her.

Must not be an illusion.

Xiao Xuechen pulled Yu Xing's sleeve and whispered, avoiding the surrounding villagers, "There seems to be..."

A villager looked at them suspiciously.

"Shh." Yu Xing stretched out his index finger and gently pressed it against Xiao Xuechen's place, which neither touched her lips, but effectively stopped her from speaking.

"Isn't it normal to have blood?" Several common words like bugs in his mind were quickly passed by him, leaving only one word that was not normal at all elsewhere.

Sure enough, when he heard that what Xiao Xuchen wanted to say was blood, the villager turned back with a dull expression and stopped paying attention.

"Don't worry, little sister, there will be a good show to watch." Yu Xing then blinked at Xiao Xuechen, whose face suddenly turned red, and Wei Fan on the side said that he couldn't bear to look directly.

What the hell is this.

Is the iron tree blooming?

If it weren't for the deduction game, he couldn't tell the ordinary colleagues in reality, he really wanted to tell the world and tell the male colleagues in the company that Xiao Xiao, who had never coldly rejected their flirting, blushed at other men!

It's a rare little fresh meat, you can't compare it!

Yu Xing retracted his hand, and his eyes swept across the place Xiao Xuechen pointed just now, intentionally or unintentionally.

The corners of his mouth twitched slightly, he knew that there was a surprise he wanted to see there.

Ten minutes later.

The team was mighty and mighty, and a large group of people finally arrived in front of the ancestral hall, where the ancient buildings stood there quietly, appearing so insignificant in front of the number of villagers.

Yu Xing stepped on the unknown weeds and keenly felt the coldness emanating from the ancestral hall in the evening.

When I came here last night, it was just a small building that looked a little gloomy, but in the afterglow of the setting sun, the breath was like a vortex, and it seemed to be swallowed up by all people in the future.

This place undoubtedly triggered a negative state in his body, his legs were a little stiff, and his face turned pale as usual.

"here we go again……"

Thanks to his special physique, he can judge how much the surrounding things are related to supernatural beings and ghosts just by the weakness of his body.

It seems that some kind of force has awakened in the ancestral hall where the funeral is about to be held.

Taking a deep breath, Yu Xing waved his hand to reject Xiao Xuechen's concern, and continued to follow the team forward.

"help me……"

In a trance, Yu Xing seemed to hear Zhou Yongsheng's pleading again.

He looked around, other people looked the same, probably didn't hear it, Yu Xing concentrated and wanted to listen harder, but the voice was too weak and never appeared again.

"It's not that it didn't appear, it's that I can't hear it..." He sighed inwardly.

If it was before, he would not only be able to hear, but should be able to see.

It's a pity - forget it.

A group of people stood in front of the ancestral hall and stopped to look at the village chief, waiting for further instructions from the village chief.

"Guests, since you are Xiaosheng's friends, stand in the middle." The village chief smiled and pulled a few players over and placed them at the entrance of the ancestral hall.

The other villagers dispersed consciously, and the battle of the stars holding the moon surrounded them, leaving no gaps.

The village chief stood in front of Yu Xing and glanced at him inexplicably. On the other side, the village chief's wife touched the scar on her eyes and stared at him with a strange look.

Yu Xing felt like he was being targeted by two poisonous snakes, but fortunately, this person and ghost were not a deterrent to him at all.

What's different?
Where did the power that made him feel uncomfortable come from?
"The funeral begins!" Seeing him ignoring himself, the village chief made fun of himself, and returned to the enthusiastic smile he had when he first met him. He asked the deducer to wait in place, and then turned around and shouted at the villagers. .

All the noises along the way were silent, the villagers closed their mouths and followed the village chief.

The village chief slowly stood in front of the black coffin and knelt down to the rows of blank tablets across the coffin.

"The deceased are not seen and wandering, life and death are immortal and unextinguished. With the eyes of the living, the breath of the dead, witness the returning soul..." The village chief's low voice completely returned to the oldest dialect of Guanjia Village, which almost made the deducer They couldn't hear what was being said.

This dialect is hard to read, with its elongated tones resembling an ancient sacrificial incantation, and the cadence evokes a mysterious and demagogic power.

"Here, do you want to kneel?" Wei Fan asked hesitantly.

"Oh, I don't think it's necessary." Xiao Xuchen looked at these moving corpses, and the pride and coldness in his eyes flashed.

Make her kneel?It's just some shit, alright.

She turned her head, Xu Hong and Xu Yuan looked at each other and shook their heads at the same time.

Turn around again...hey! ?
Xiao Xuechen just saw Yu Xing's dwarf figure, her heart skipped a beat, no way, could it be san——

Oh, she was overthinking it.

The next moment, he saw Yu Xing sitting cross-legged on the ground, with his arms supported by his side at will. The leisurely look of watching the play made Xiao Xuchen's heart break the sentence before he had time to form it, and it was scattered in a mess.

She's so stupid, really.

She could never guess what the boss was thinking.

Aware of other people's gazes, Yu Xing raised his head and asked dumbly, "I'm tired, so I'll sit down and rest for a while. What are you doing looking at me?"

"..."

Fortunately, the surrounding villagers didn't care about them either, lying on the ground one by one, looking very respectful to the ancestral hall.

As the village chief chanted the words over and over again, the sky gradually darkened.

Here, the alternation of light and night is so short, when the warm colors in the line of sight are eaten away a little bit, and finally wrapped in cold colors...

brush--

In the ancestral hall, the symmetrical candle holders on the left and right sides vibrated violently, and the next moment, the candles inserted on them automatically lit up, illuminating a jumping flame.

At the same time, the candles in the hands of the villagers were also lit by the leads from nowhere. The candlelight flickered in the dark night, causing Yu Xing to sigh at an inopportune moment:
"It's so beautiful..."

Hey Hey hey?
Xiao Xuechen watched the change with his eyes, and suddenly such a sentence came in his ear, and the anxiety in his heart suddenly disappeared.

Yu Xing sighed and sighed, the cold currents that kept coming up in his body were still tormenting him.

He really sat down to save his energy, otherwise, he would probably have blackened his eyes and was ready to faint at any moment.

In this context, there should be no substantial difference between fainting and passing away.

call……

The cold wind was blowing from all directions. The strange thing was that there were no narrow places such as caves around, and the wind still blew a shrill sound like a ghost crying.

It's so cold... Yu Xing couldn't help trembling, and reached out to cover half of his face.

Cold sweat seeped out of his body, he took a deep breath, and suddenly, his heart jumped, and the coldness reached its peak. There was a momentary blank in his mind, and a desperate roar exploded in his ear:

"Stop him!"

It's Zhou Yongsheng's voice!
Yu Xing gritted his back molars and stood up in a burst of dizziness. He looked up and saw that the village chief had finished his long recitation and was placing an unlit candle on the black coffin.

This candle tray is the one the woman used in the kitchen, but this time the candles in the tray are a bit special.

It is also white wax, but it is not brand new. Although it has not been lit, many teardrops have solidified on the side of the candle, and the word "Lu" is engraved on the body of the candle.

There is also a part of the candle tears that have flowed into the dish and become a liquid that will not solidify.

The liquid was the red of blood.

"Now, I invite the guests from afar to open the coffin with me." The village chief did not hear Zhou Yongsheng's roar. He looked at the candlelight, nodded with satisfaction, and looked at Yu Xing with malicious intent.

"Just this one... You seem to have a good relationship with Xiao Sheng."

This is hatred locked on me, but it's exactly what I want.

Yu Xing smiled, trying not to show his weakness, ignoring what Xiao Xuechen and Wei Fan told him to "be more careful", and walked to the village chief without hesitation.

"Can't open it!" Zhou Yongsheng's voice appeared in his ears again, the coldness surging to the bone marrow made Yu Xing's face as pale as paper, as if it had less color than a white candle.

His dark pupils were deeper than usual, and there was a morbid look in the pure black.

"Come on, open the coffin with me." The village chief urged him with a smug smile when he was afraid.

"The village chief..." Yu Xing evoked a little smile with his bloodless lips.

Seeing this smile, the village chief suddenly froze, his heart froze, and the numbness spread to his limbs.

Yu Xing's fingers were trembling, but his voice was firm, smooth like a cold-blooded demon, as if the pain in his body could not affect his mood at all: "I don't want to open the coffin with you, have a discussion, change someone? "

"Substitution?" Although the village chief realized that it was not good, he didn't find what was wrong. "Hehe, as Xiaosheng's friend, are you not willing to do this even for him?"

"Idiot." Yu Xing chuckled, "It's not me, it's... it's you."

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