Absurd deduction game

The old man's voice sounded familiar. When Yu Xing heard the word "invitation", he could not help but imagine an old man.

Presumably, he was an old man with wrinkles all over his face.

He would wear patched old clothes, hold a cane, and sigh heavily with a kind, tired, sad and calm look.

Just like the old man who brought the corpse and crisis to them in the charity cemetery in the stage world, and was full of lies.

It's no wonder that Yu Xing was distracted at this time, because the voice was exactly the same as that of the old man.

In the stage world, the old man who claimed to be a corpse driver got out of trouble in the backyard, brought the corpse to the Ye River, and tried to feed it to the river.

The performers followed the script, stopped the river at the critical moment, and then lost consciousness and returned to reality.

But until the end, the old man never appeared again.

Yu Xing didn't know the old man's true identity before, and he didn't care, because the old man might be a person who had existed before, and was used as an NPC by the mastermind behind the stage world; or he might be a purely fabricated character, existing only to advance the plot.

But now he suddenly realized that the old man used the image of Master Wanban, and everything they investigated in Fengtou Town in reality had already been hinted in the stage world.

Yu Xing suddenly became interested in meeting Master Wanban directly. He wanted to know whether a rich version of "corpse chaser" could still perform the kind of temperament that was enough to deceive people in the stage world.

But he didn't respond, it was not the time yet.

Without a response, the gray-white wind seemed to be more fierce.

The old man in the room stopped talking, and the dilapidated yard became quiet in an instant, revealing an ominous dead silence.

Yu Xing's hand was placed on the withered tree, urging the long-dead roots to quietly extend towards the house.

Decay deceived other dead things in the ground. Through the "eyes" of the root system, he saw the dense and fragmented bones underground.

The vigorous weeds drew nutrients from these bones and grew to the surface.

In addition, he also saw many strange buried foundation stones. It seemed that there should have been many buildings here, but they had all been flattened and covered with soil, leaving only the current desolate and depressed state.

Yu Xing took everything in his "eyes" and counted silently before he was about to find the location of Master Wanban.

One.

Two.

Three.

"What a cunning fox."

The space fluctuated subtly, and a relatively unfamiliar breath appeared out of thin air. A young voice came from behind him at the right time, and the gaze that seemed to be real fell on Yu Xing's spine accurately.

At the same time, a cold hand was placed on Yu Xing's shoulder. Even through a layer of clothes, he could feel the gloom from the palm and fingertips.

Yu Xing turned back with a confused face and met Er Hong's eyes with a cold smile.

Erhong looked at him, her posture relaxed, but her eyes were slightly scrutinizing, as if she was trying to see through the South Xinjiang girl's appearance to see the truth under the skin.

The cunning fox seemed to be just a casual remark, not referring to anyone in particular.

But Yu Xing knew that since Erhong mentioned the fox, she almost guessed that the "South Xinjiang girl" was the "fox demon", and only needed to confirm it.

"Oh, I'm discovered." Yu Xing said in a feminine voice, and her fingers scratched the bark harder, "Why is it you? Where is this place? I seem to have gone to the wrong place, I just want to go to the toilet."

Erhong smiled, turned his head slightly, and said in the direction of the house: "Master, it's just a little mouse that sneaked in. I can solve it for you, you don't have to interrupt important things."

"Just now I said I was a little fox, how come I became a little mouse in just one sentence? How dirty are mice." The South Xinjiang girl complained dissatisfiedly, and Erhong's hands gradually increased.

There was silence in the room for a moment, and then the old man's voice came slowly: "Erhong, I trust you the most."

Erhong's smile remained unchanged: "I know that Erhong will not disappoint your expectations."

The old man's voice could not tell whether he was happy or angry, but some suppressed emotions were obviously not positive. The seemingly normal tone covered the madness of the impending danger: "Then after solving this little mouse, send its head to my room."

Erhong: "..."

He raised the corners of his mouth: "Of course, I will also chop off its claws, pull out its tongue, dig out its eyeballs, and bring you all the useful materials."

"But please allow me to have fun before dismembering it."

The old man did not answer again, probably acquiescing.

Erhong turned his eyes back and stared at Yu Xing, looking at him with interest, and then also put his hand on the dead tree.

In just one breath, the withered but barely decorative tree turned into pus, rotting completely from the skin to the root system. Yu Xing stopped immediately, so as not to be contaminated by the strange gray-white liquid.

The liquid broke on the ground, bubbling and seeping into the ground, and the land was instantly stained with indelible filth.

Yu Xing's perception was naturally cut off as the roots disappeared, and the whole person was exposed to the cold wind in the yard.

A feeling of being watched came from all directions, which was the sight of Master Wanban after losing the disguise of the dead tree.

But soon the sight disappeared, and even the gloomy wind faded away, as if Master Wanban had glanced at him casually and lost interest in this "woman" who was easily caught by Erhong.

Just as Erhong said, it was just a little mouse that could be easily crushed to death.

"This is not the place you should come to." After looking at Yu Xing, Erhong said softly, "You disturbed something that should not be disturbed, and even dismembering the body is a bargain for you."

For some reason, his young body contained a force almost as great as that of a ghost, and he easily pulled Yu Xing to the wall on the side.

There was still a bit of space breath there.

Yu Xing hid the dark blue light in his eyes, and he saw that this breath was connected to something on Erhong's body, forming a passage, allowing Erhong to travel back and forth between the two spaces at will.

Presumably, it should be Master Wanban who gave this subordinate the authority to enter and exit the secret courtyard at will.

He symbolically struggled twice and was taken away from the courtyard.

Yu Xing's eyes blurred, and he returned to the popular Feng Mansion. This was probably a remote courtyard with no outsiders coming in and out. He was then pulled into a dark but exquisite room.

The wooden door creaked shut, and the black-robed man waiting behind the door inserted the latch of the room and bowed his head respectfully: "Young Master."