Absurd deduction game

The cry for help was like a gust of wind that could dissipate at any moment. It was so weak that even Yu Xing's hearing could not capture the reality.

The wind circled in the air several times, and it seemed that if you didn't pay attention to it, it would become like gravel and never return to its original shape.

Yu Xing's hair was a little messy from running wildly after being chased by the janitor ghost just now, which made him look less "close" than usual, showing a calmness under the irritability and a rare aggression.

He no longer looked at Carlos. This man had not made any sound since he closed his eyes. He had reason to guess that when Carlos talked to others through the paper, his body did not have to make the same move.

Someone is asking for help...who could it be?

Yu Xing stood up and carefully identified the direction of the cry for help, but to no avail, he had no choice but to endure the dust on the wall and put his ear to it.

Through the transmission of solid media, the cry for help was amplified in an instant. It was a woman's voice, and the characteristics of her voice were different from all the women he had seen in this deduction so far.

Sharp, urgent, crashing.

It's as if a woman is experiencing something terrifying that breaks through her psychological defenses.

Naturally, Yu Xing would not take it for granted that this must be a cry for help from a living person.

This is just because he is so positive - he still has a plot kill coming. The plot kill should be very interesting, right?

Any abnormality discovered by him first might be his plot killer.

Yu Xing thought for a while, took an extra piece of paper that Carlos had just folded, and wrote a sentence with a pen.

"There seems to be something wrong. I'll go to the front to take a look. Don't follow me. Send the paper man to me after the half-hour time limit has passed."

He gently placed the note in Carlos' hand, then walked out with the Tang Dao.

The blood groove on his blood-stained sword is now about a quarter red. Part of the blood absorbed comes from fish monsters and part from water ghosts. These two guys have indeed consumed some of his resources.

As for plot kills, sometimes plot kills can cause accidental injuries, so Yu Xing hoped to stay as far away from Carlos as possible before the end of the thirty minutes, so as not to end up with Carlos suffering the consequences.

Yu Xing walked slowly in the direction where the cry for help came from, and took out a hand to smooth his hair so that it would not block his sight.

As he walked, he found that something was wrong with the surrounding environment. The stone walls were getting lower and lower, and his slender body was not so comfortable in the narrow corridor. In some places, he had to lower his head to walk properly.

This place must be much smaller than when he first entered the maze. Yu Xing felt that he must have walked to some special place.

The wall above his head was getting lower and lower, and he felt the squeezed space and reluctantly continued to move forward.

A few minutes later, he had to squat before he could leave. Fortunately, the light ahead was more concentrated and didn't look like a corridor, so the end should be around the corner. Yu Xing speeded up and leaned forward. At a certain moment, the pressure eased, and the narrow corridor came to an end, bringing him into a larger square room.

In an instant, the cry for help disappeared, as if it had achieved its goal and didn't even bother to pretend.

The light was no longer brought by the night pearl, but torches were lit around the square room. I don’t know when they started burning, lighting up the square room red.

He raised his head slightly and glanced at the new place, a hint of excitement suddenly flashed in his eyes.

He seemed to have arrived at an art showroom from many years ago.

——The reason why I say this is because there are several large and round heads hanging in this square room.

They were not specimens, Yu Xing could tell at a glance. The various heads on the wall with closed eyes, open eyes, long dead, and recently dead all had their eyes open, staring blankly into the distance, or maybe said, staring at the door.

The heads on the wall were flickering in and out of the fire, and their expressions looked a little hazy. They were hanging slightly unstable in the air and were swaying slightly.

The cry for help just now most likely came from their mouths.

Yu Xing did not go forward first. He retained his interest in the heads and investigated the torches first.

The torch was complete and old, and apart from the accumulation of dust, there were no traces of burning on it.

He could already see the burning torch while looking at it from a distance in the corridor. Logically speaking, the burning marks on the torch should be very heavy. Could it be that this torch is actually a fake thing because of the maze, so it can be used at any time? Burn anywhere, no restrictions?

If the torches are fake, then this square room that looks like a secret room is really not going anywhere.

Yu Xing's enthusiasm has not diminished. He believes that there must be a reason for the appearance of this secret room.

After looking at the torches, he finally came to the wall of human heads and raised his head to look at them.

The heads were arranged neatly, but their fractures were not aligned. They were not severed by sharp weapons, but seemed to have been directly twisted off. Across the distance in time and space, Yu Xing could feel the cruelty of the instigator.

The hair on these heads was very long, but it was not the long hair that he had seen before that was worn loosely and used to cover the face. Instead, it was carefully tied and tied into a bun on the back of the head, somewhat like an ancient soldier.

These people may have existed when the tomb was built. Now, in this maze, their faces have not turned into a pile of carrion over time, leaving only skeletons in the end. Instead, they have been preserved as lifelike as if they were the next moment. He could smile and say hello to Yu Xing.

Yu Xing lowered his eyes and looked at the heads at the same level as his own eyes, and found that they didn't look like soldiers either. They were indescribably weird, like... as if they were from all walks of life, with sallow complexions and thin muscles. , some are rich, some are ferocious, and some are bookish.

Some looked to be in their fifties, with wrinkled faces and dark skin, like farmers; some were in their teens, with thin skin and tender flesh, probably a young master from a wealthy family.

They don't look like soldiers, but rather like... burial companions.

These two words crossed Yu Xing's mind, and when he looked at the wall of heads again, his feeling was different.

The Demonic Way is a bit too much, and he wants to bring so many people together to die.

He remembered that Yaodao built the tomb for the purpose of resurrection and to avoid interference from certain forces. Since she knew that she would live again, why did she kill so many people?

Yu Xing took a few steps back and counted the heads.

On this wall alone, there are one hundred and thirty-four heads.

This can only mean one thing.

In Yaodao's plan, so many people need to die to ensure her resurrection.

He also remembered the diary of Uncle Zhang. In that diary, he wrote that the Ghostly Sinking Tree was a giant tree covered with human heads. If the wall of human heads in the square room did not exist, then the real location of these heads should be The ghost has fallen into the tree.

In other words, killing so many people is all to fertilize the ghost Chenshu?

Yu Xing let out a "tsk" sound.

He was basically certain that the demon must have discovered some kind of ability of Gui Chenshu and wanted to use it to complete the resurrection, or to complete resurrections again and again, so he built this tomb and occupied the "treasure land" first , leaving some powerful monsters as guards to prevent future generations from competing with her.

The growth of the ghost tree requires nutrients and time. According to the shape of the ghost tree in Grandpa's diary, the ghost tree should have been a seedling more than 1,200 years ago.

So the order of the whole thing should be that the demon path found the sapling of the ghost Chen tree, discovered the power of the ghost Chen tree and used it to bring disaster to one party. He was killed by the princes and then resurrected, completely resounding the name of the demon path, and then A tomb palace was built in Chongyin Mountain to trap the ghost-sinking tree, and then living people were used to water the ghost-sinking tree to make it grow.

Although the Ghost Chenshu is said to be inaccessible and will die if you approach it in the legend, as its cultivator, Demon Dao has its power, so it may be a special case.

Yaodao probably never imagined that a fake square room would allow this hateful tomb robber to see so much information. If she had known, she probably wouldn't have done anything unnecessary.

Yu Xing walked around the square room again. He didn't think the purpose of existence here was to send him information, so he was waiting for the plot kill.

All the conditions are met, alone, strange, and so many people.

If the plot kill is not enough, then it is too much, and Yu Xing will definitely call the system a waste.

Maybe the system heard this rubbish sentence he muttered silently, and the torch suddenly reacted.

The brightness and extinguishing of light and shadow suddenly increased. There was obviously no wind, but the flames shook violently, making people's eyes uncomfortable.

The same goes for the ropes hanging human heads. The heads swung left and right one by one and collided with similar ones around them, making a dull sound. Some of them even started to spin due to such collisions.

The firelight shone on the head, casting a huge and ferocious shadow of the head on the wall. Several walls were covered with such terrifying light and shadow. It was chaotic and clawing, and everything seemed out of control.

A strong smell of blood, resentment and decay passed around the tip of Yu Xing's nose.

There was a chatter of voices in his ears, louder and quieter, overlapping, as if there were a thousand mosquitoes performing a three-dimensional surround sound around his head.

"Here comes a new fertilizer..."

"She's pretty good-looking. Why didn't I have such a skin when I was alive?"

"Hehehe... No matter how good the skin is, it will rot in the ground. That woman will not be soft-hearted."

"Shhh... don't mention her. She has been coming more often recently. I really don't want to see her. She reminds me of my ears that I still don't know where to go."

"It's in her belly, hahaha! You don't need ears now anyway, you can't hear anything."

Yu Xing raised his eyes and found that all the heads were focused on him.

"Come on, come on." The young man with thin skin and tender flesh said with a smile, "Join us, you don't know how tired I am of watching them."

People around scolded it, and within a few seconds they started laughing again: "Come on, now that you are here we can grow taller and see farther!"

Yu Xing raised his eyebrows, feeling an attraction pulling him forward.

A lot of branches-like lines suddenly protruded from the wall that seemed normal just now. Yu Xing took two steps back, and those branches continued to drill out.

The heads laughed wildly, making him have a headache.

He had a headache and was in a bad mood, so the heads laughed for a while, and then heard a low, magnetic and calm voice saying: "Why are you laughing? Are you happy to be hung on a tree?"

The heads' laughter stopped abruptly.

"You guys are so miserable. It's the first time I've seen such ghosts who can take pleasure in suffering. Other ghosts should learn from you and be tolerant of the people who killed you, and then appreciate your own death and repair your skin. And happy." Yu Xing smiled evilly, "Oh, I forgot, you don't even have a corpse, so others can't learn it even if they want to."

Head: "..."

are you human.

It has to be said that Yu Xing successfully brought back their sad things. Originally, they were also victims, and Yu Xing didn't want to treat them like this, but it happened that they, the victims, turned into scoundrels who helped the evildoers.

Yu Xing found that the attraction was even greater, and he moved forward involuntarily, less than one meter away from the branch sticking out of the wall.

He held the Tang knife tightly, changed his posture to stabilize his lower body, and then struck the branch with the knife.

The branches shrank back as if frightened, but Yu Xing's pupils involuntarily dilated. He knew very well that his knife could not leave any wounds on these thin branches!

This should be the outermost branch of the Ghost Chen Tree. I don’t know how many levels it has to be divided into to be so thin.

If it's the main trunk or the first-level branch or the second-level branch, it's probably thicker than him.

But he couldn't chop down even such thin outer branches. Is Ghost Chenshu so strong?

For the first time, Yu Xing felt that there was a "ghost" that would make him feel powerless. He even imagined that if he was pulled into the ghost tree, even if he could be resurrected, he would be imprisoned in the tree again and again. death.

His resurrection ability may not be an advantage at this time, but a kind of crushing torture.

In other words... in front of Gui Chenshu, he really couldn't die. He would die once and that would be it.

This is really——

What a joy.

Yu Xing looked at the thin branches. There were no leaves on the dry branches, as if living things could not grow on them.

He hit it with a knife, and although it was of no use, it succeeded in causing the attraction to stagnate for a moment.

Taking advantage of this gap, Yu Xing stepped back a few meters and took a moment to look at the countdown.

Thirty minutes of plot killing, and now it’s the twenty-fifth minute.

Of course, the system only said it would appear within thirty minutes, not that it would end within thirty minutes. Even if the time passed, he still had to survive the crisis on his own.

The important thing is that for him, this plot kill has a mortality rate of 50%.

Even people like Yu Xing have a 50% mortality rate. It seems that the system can't find anything. It can only draw a false space for the ghost Chenshu to appear.

Yu Xing's avoidance made the heads go crazy. They clamored and shouted, asking Yu Xing to accompany them quickly.

Yu Xing was happy in his heart. He finally found something that made him feel threatening besides the actor.

Only something that can truly plunge him into irreversible danger is worthy of his full response.

But when he was about to continue hiding and look for the 50% chance of survival, he suddenly felt something in his heart.

A familiar, very unpleasant aura was surging from his body, with a faint tendency to explode.

The dark mist flowed out of his heart like a cocoon, and then merged into the surrounding light and shadow like crazy, surrounding the firelight and making it extremely dim.

The coldness passed into his internal organs. Yu Xing shivered and was almost caught by a branch. He once again used the Tang knife to push the branch back a little, and then covered the bleeding corners of his mouth and nose.

He felt the power of the curse that suddenly began to show its presence at this time, and finally cursed the system.

"What about the suppression you promised? Two copies will explode twice? Are you a loser?"