Absurd Deduction Game

Chapter 744 Murals and Corpses

Yin Yang Corridor, Yin Yang City?

 Yu Xing looked at the tasks issued by the system and his eyes stayed on these two new words.

 At least in the copy of The End of the Wraith, there is no connection with this very Chinese-sounding location.

 It was indeed imposed.

Yin Yang City sounds huge, so will the so-called Yin Yang Corridor be a part of Yin Yang City?

Yu Xing thought and looked up.

The endless corridor is not a straight line, but winds and twists like an earthworm. Not far ahead is a curve, and dense wind chimes are hidden in the curve.

Yu Xing could hear his own breathing. In addition, the slight collision between the wind chimes was infinitely amplified.

His senses are not suppressed, and the slightest movement is invisible to him.

 So he was even more sure that there was no one else in this corridor but himself.

"Ah…"

Yu Xing exhaled a breath of white mist, feeling the cold air, crossed out the information on the optical brain watch, and rubbed his hands.

Now that we are here, let’s take a look at what the Yin Yang City this side mission points to is.

 Speaking of it…

 Are you not surprised to see anything in this corridor?

Yu Xing thought for a moment and took a step forward.

The sound of footsteps drowned out his breathing and heartbeat, and wisps of light seeped out from the murals on both sides, illuminating the corridor and preventing it from falling into complete darkness.

He raised his hand as he walked, and his fingertips touched the yellow talisman hanging on the wind chime. A fine grainy touch came from the yellow talisman. The cinnabar firmly soaked into the talisman paper, like blood.

Yu Xing moved his nose and felt a familiar smell pouring into his nasal cavity.

 It is a smell... that belongs to time.

The appearance of the corridor is indeed not modern. The simple murals are covered with relief patterns. I don’t know what the purpose is. The walls are pink and white, and the ceiling is a wooden mortise and tenon structure, which is overlapped and fit together to create a room. Liang’s sense of sight.

Those wind chimes were hung in the gaps in the wood. There was a strange order in the chaos, and they were swaying automatically without wind.

The corridor is not wide, and can accommodate about five adults walking shoulder to shoulder. It is more than enough for Yu Xing to walk alone. He quickened his pace in the unchanging scene, not ignoring the acceleration of his heartbeat.

strangeness.

How could his heart beat so fast? It was as if he knew what was here and was excited about it.

But Yu Xing was sure that he had never been here before, not even in his dreams. The environment and temperature here felt strange to him.

Where has Zhao Yijiao gone?

 Is the actor still with him?

 Is this corridor a single person space, or is everyone in the same corridor?

 Some scattered questions emerged from Yu Xing's mind, but no one could tell him the answers yet.

Yu Xing thought, he probably knows the least about this place among everyone, right? After all, he was the only one who landed midway, and he had never known that there was such a strange place hidden in the apocalyptic copy before.

 Has others already known it? Are you prepared before entering the instance?

What does the actor know so that he is forced into the game in this way to find the so-called qualifications to enter Yin Yang City?

 In fact, the involvement between him and the actor is very limited, for a few reasons.

 Hate, betrayal, and strength.

 Betrayal and hatred are the basis of their relationship, but it is inappropriate to appear here. The actor took Zhao Yijiu away precisely so that he could willingly find Little Curly Hair, see the totem, and enter the special map of the Yin-Yang Corridor.

This time it seemed like someone was holding a banquet, and the actor insisted on letting him attend. There must be something at the banquet that both he and the actor care about. This thing wouldn't be hatred that has never been eliminated, it would just be something. …tied to the source of their power.

 The power of the curse.

Yu Xing walked around another corner and snorted lightly.

The power of Lingren's curse comes from Hua Subai, and the power of his curse comes from Lingren. This curse has been passed down like this, making monsters like them both hate and fight for it.

Coupled with the familiar feeling that he can't explain now, Yu Xing can basically confirm that the Yin-Yang Corridor - or the Yin-Yang City behind the Yin-Yang Corridor, is related to the origin of the curse, and it may not just be the ghost Chenshu. , there is something more, a deeper secret.

 But he was not going to come in originally, so the actor took a detour and invited him in. He didn't want to understand for the time being what benefits it would bring to the madman Ling to invite him into the game. He just wanted to know whether this corridor was dangerous, especially for someone like Zhao Yijiu who did not have the power to curse.

Puzzled.

 So confused.

Many people in the apocalyptic dungeon seem to be looking for this place, Carlos, Zhao Ruru...then those people don't have the power to curse.

Perhaps they don’t know the connection between the power of the curse and Yin Yang City, and are they looking for something else?

Yu Xing thought about it, but couldn't come to a conclusion. After all, Yin Yang City was too unfamiliar to him and he had no information. He quickened his pace again. Black lines appeared on his legs, and black mist lingered around him, and he moved forward quickly in a suspended state.

The corridor is still winding and winding, with no bottom visible and no trace of any living person.

Until a certain moment, a different sound came from the front, and Yu Xing stopped from flying, landed on the ground again, and walked forward slowly.

 In front, a person is hanging.

It was difficult for Yu Xing to describe his mood at this moment. He walked for a long time and saw that the roof beams were all full of wind chimes. At this moment, a person was hidden among the wind chimes.

The man hanged himself, with a thin hemp rope tied around his neck. He was dressed in black and white clothes like mourning clothes, hanging down softly until they covered the drooping insteps.

His figure was a little thin, and he could be seen to be a man, but his face was disfigured, and blood scabs covered his entire face. He didn't know who did it.

Yu Xing stepped forward and tried to touch the hand of the hanged man, but it was cold.

　　It is completely dead.

“…” Yu Xing said nothing, retracted his gaze, walked around the body and continued forward.

The surrounding murals seem to have undergone some changes. Many old people appear on the reliefs. Under simple lines, the old people are standing or sitting, leaning on crutches or lying on the bed, withering and waiting for death.

Yu Xing observed the content of the mural for a while. Even he felt uncomfortable in the endless themes of old people and death and frowned.

But soon, he met the second person he saw in this corridor.

That's still a dead man.

 Still a... hanged dead man.

Yu Xing paused and looked ahead with a cold gaze.

There, a thin hemp rope hung the corpse. The corpse was dressed in black and white mourning clothes, covering the insteps. The face was covered with blood scabs, making it impossible to see the face.

 Exactly the same.

 It’s not that the ways of death are exactly the same, but that... the people are exactly the same.

 This is the corpse he encountered before.

This time, Yu Xing put the body down and leaned against the wall. He stood in front of the body in silence for about ten seconds, then turned and left.

 There are more changes in the murals. This time, there are young men and women around the dying old man, perhaps the old man's children.

Young men and women cuddled up to each other. There was no old man in their eyes, and they never took care of the old man. They were standing or sitting, smiling or frowning, and the old man next to them turned his head towards them and stared expressionlessly.

 After a while, Yu Xing met the third person.

The empty hemp rope hangs down in the center of the corridor, swaying slightly with the swaying of the surrounding wind chimes.

The third man leaned against the wall, his head lowered, hiding the dense blood scabs in the shadows. His limbs were limp and covered in black and white mourning clothes.

 This corpse was put down by Yu Xing himself.

 The corridor did not start again, but the corpse appeared in front of it again and again—maintaining the posture placed by Yu Xing.

 It just leaned there, sending a silent invitation to Yu Xing, as if saying...

 You can’t seem to get rid of me.

This volume is very short, it is a transition, maybe only a few chapters.

Thank you [Anonymous] for the reward!

 (End of this chapter)