Absurd Deduction Game

After realizing that he couldn't see what was behind him, Zhao Yijiu advanced instead of retreating. He even rushed towards the white jade coffin regardless of being seen by white things.

The closer he gets, the colder the feeling creeps into his limbs.

 He must first figure out what the white jade coffin represents before he can find a way to stabilize the current situation!

But as soon as he rushed out a few steps, he stumbled suddenly, as if there was an invisible hand lying on the ground to take pleasure in him.

Humbling laughter came from behind.

 After a few seconds, he pulled his arm back again.

These playful little moves couldn't stop Zhao Yijiu from rushing towards the coffin, but they always destroyed his balance and made him almost stumble several times. When he threw himself to the coffin in embarrassment, a white jade-colored arm suddenly came from him. She stretched out her shoulders and hugged his neck.

 “A lot of water, a lot of water…”

The high-pitched voice was like a child's, right next to Zhao Yijiu's ear, so close.

Zhao Yijiu's palms were wet. When he looked down, he realized that the land around the white jade coffin was wet, as if it had just been splashed with water. He pressed his hand on it and got wet mud.

The arm around his neck was also wet. The cold water flowed down the white jade arm and soaked his collar, sticking to his skin, cold to the bone.

Feeling suffocated, Zhao Yijiu glanced at the white jade coffin and finally saw the faint blood-colored grimace pattern on the coffin board.

 As for what’s inside the coffin…

 Empty.

 Sure enough, the thing inside has come out, and it is probably behind his back!

Zhao Yijiu couldn’t feel the weight, but the presence of the things behind him became more and more clear.

 The bells were shaking in all directions.

One of the bells swayed so violently that the rope tied to the eaves gradually unraveled, and then the bell and the bell fell to the ground and lost their vitality.

 Zhao Yijiu saw this scene out of the corner of his eye.

A quiet bell lies on the ground, as if dead.

 For some reason, this scene brought more chills to Zhao Yijiu than before. He knew that he could no longer stay here.

　Gotta get out of the backyard.

The moment he turned around, he clearly heard a scream coming from the front yard through the courtyard wall, followed by screams of pain and screams one after another.

 In the chaos of war, Zhao Ruru's powerful voice worked, and he clearly conveyed: "The corpse has transformed! Run!"

evil Dead? Those corpses finally acting up?

Zhao Yijiu has no doubt about the danger of the corpse. The death energy spreading on it is so pure and aggressive. It can be seen that the corpse is filled with resentment and is definitely not a good person.

It can be said that Zhao Yijiu was surprised that Luo Xiangfeng didn't die just now - surprised that these corpses still knew how to be patient and wait until more people were trapped before killing them together.

But this also means that no place in Yizhuang is safe now, and we don’t know what will happen outside of Yizhuang.

 He was not sure whether there was anything better outside Yizhuang than the backyard, and how many people would choose to flee to the backyard.

After all, from the fact that he could hear Zhao Ruru's exclamation, it could be seen that the ringing of the bell in the backyard did not spread, otherwise, those people in the front yard would have come to check long ago.

Just as I was thinking about it, the moonlight in the sky dimmed.

 White mist suddenly rises.

The white mist spread at an unreasonable speed. Almost instantly, Zhao Yijiu's eyes were obscured by the mist, and several figures similar to the white thing stood in the mist.

All the figures were facing him, their colorless pupils staring at him, their mouths open, and endless murmurs coming from inside.

The outside sounds were only clear for a few seconds before they were forced out of his eardrums by these gibberings. The problem was that Zhao Yijiao couldn't hear clearly what the murmurs were saying, and it sounded like "gulu gulu gulu gulu" in his ears.

 He groped in the white mist with his own memory, trying to find the courtyard wall where he came from. At the same time, he discovered that no matter which way he walked, the distance between the figures in the mist was the same.

These things don’t seem to be entities, but some kind of mirage-like shadows, different from the white things at the beginning.

 “A lot of water…”

The high-pitched voice was still behind him, repeating the same sentence and blowing on the back of his neck.

Due to the difficulty in breathing, his lungs ached and his eyesight turned black.　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　 eaten.

 Another bell fell from the eaves and hit Zhao Yijing's feet, losing its sound.

 Zhao Yijiu's heart skipped a beat.

According to his memory, the place next to him at this time should not be the eaves of the house.

He endured the pain from inside to outside and reached out to touch the side.

 In the heavy fog, he could not touch the wall, only a void.

 But the bell did fall here.

 He bent down and picked up the bell, feeling strange in his hand. There are a lot of threads inside the bell that are inexplicably tangled together, just like the sewer opening is blocked by large clumps of long hair.

The clumps of silk threads blocked the bell so that it could no longer make any sound.

Perhaps it was because there was no way to make such a warning bell that it fell? Silk thread... So the figures in the fog and the things in the white jade coffin are related to shadow puppetry?

Zhao Yijiu did not have any knowledge of shadow puppetry and did not know how to move the shadow puppets, but this did not prevent him from thinking of manipulation when he saw the threads, and he immediately thought of shadow puppetry with the same meaning.

 “So much water...drowning!”

 As two bells...or more bells fell, there was an additional line behind the thing.

Zhao Yijiu reluctantly put away the bell in his hand and continued walking towards the courtyard wall. He felt that he should have arrived long ago, but there was still thick white mist all around.

Has the ghost hit the wall?

  If he can't breathe like this anymore, he's really going to suffocate to death... I wonder if dying here counts as losing a life, and then he can be reborn?

 Zhao Yijiu thinks this is very likely to be the case.

  If it were in other deductions, this kind of danger would be enough to kill the deducer, but this deduction has a unique fate mechanism, and perhaps the requirements are greater.

"Hello!"

 Suddenly, someone’s voice came from the fog.

 The very clear human voice reached his ears accurately, as if the fog had been split open.

 “This way.”

The voice was getting closer. Zhao Yijiu was startled and recognized the owner of the voice in the noisy murmur.

 Happy Yu!

 “It’s really hard to find.”

 In the mist ahead, a shadow approached quickly.

Under the messy high ponytail was Yu Xing's impatient expression. The "guard head" arrived in front of Zhao Yijiu in a few steps and stuffed an amulet into his uninjured hand.

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 All the scenes in front of Zhao Yijiu quietly faded away, the figures in the fog disappeared, the murmurs stopped abruptly, and the white jade arm around his neck disappeared.

 The feeling of suffocation is gone.

The mist is still billowing, but the outlines of those houses and the feel of the earth or stone slabs underfoot are all clear at this moment.

He was still standing in the open space where the white jade coffin was. The coffin was gone, but he was running around in circles!

 Before Zhao Yijiu could ask, Yu Xing grabbed the animal bone chain on his chest and pulled him in one direction: "Don't ask anything, just follow me first."

The two walked around for a few times, and Zhao Yijiu followed Yu Xing to an ordinary house.

This time, he heard the dull breathing in the room.

There are people inside.

Yu Xing opened the door and dragged Zhao Yijiu in. The white mist stopped at the threshold and did not seep in at all.

The old man sitting in the room looked at Zhao Yijiu with his turbid eyes as soon as he saw him.

 (End of this chapter)