Quick Wear: Host, are you playing here?

While the people next door were still struggling with how to complete the single-line quest, Hua Xia had already walked around the mural and gave all the viewers a spoiler.

After a while, screams from next door broke the silence. Hua Xia pointed at one of the closed stone doors and said, "Isn't it so soundproof?"

So, unlike the other five people who were using their brains to decipher the puzzle, the audience in front of the screen only saw the girl here walk slowly and gracefully to each stone door, stand for a moment, turn her head, and put her ear close to the stone wall.

"......" Everyone thought at the same time that what was happening in the corner was quite a distraction.

While everyone was still obsessed with eavesdropping, the person eavesdropping on the screen had already started talking to the person trapped inside.

"Which button should I press..." Song Xiaoduo murmured with red eyes.

Outside the door, Hua Xia said, "On your left."

The sudden voice startled Song Xiaoduo, but after she recognized whose voice it was, she pressed it subconsciously.

The barrage of comments was incapable of stopping it, and it couldn’t be stopped: “Fuck, Mu Yang just pressed the button on the right, right…”

Just when I was halfway through my doubts, the stone door opened.

Song Xiaoduo's eyes were bright, and she trotted forward with two dusty hands stretched out, but Hua Xia dodged her.

"Stop." She held up her hand to refuse.

The comment was puzzling: "How does he know which button to press when there's a wall between us?"

"It looks like they got the script."

Later, everyone else came out of the stone gate one after another. Han Yi did his old job and began to integrate the clues in everyone's hands and explain the content of the murals.

After the first explanation, everyone could understand it without much explanation this time.

Basically, the girl in red was found by her family, and the soldier who rescued her was taken to the capital to serve as the girl's guard.

There was still an endless stream of people proposing marriage, but no one was settled. Before long, the soldier was no longer a guard, but was promoted to a higher position for his meritorious service in protecting the emperor.

The girl who loved wearing red clothes also wore a red wedding dress a year later, and the man she married was a soldier who had become a general.

Wearing gorgeous clothes, the couple loves each other after marriage and the family prospers.

It seems like this is a beautiful love story.

However, the story they pieced together from the broken silk cloth they found in the tomb was not like this.

There is war everywhere, generals go to war, blood flows like a river, the capital falls, families decline, the girl who used to love wearing red puts on a white shirt, and horses step into the mansion that was once prosperous but is now covered with white silk.

"The general is dead, and the girl will definitely not survive." Song Xiaoduo bit her lower lip with a little sadness.

At this point in the story, the truth should be not far away.

Not far away, a green oil lamp swayed, and a black shadow with long hair was reflected on the pillar. With a rustling sound, it swayed for a while and then disappeared.

The six people subconsciously moved closer, and Han Yi suggested putting the jade pendants together. After the six pieces were put together, one piece was still missing.

There was no need to find any route this time, because a one-meter-high passage was open in front, facing everyone.

No one moved first because the strange sound came from inside.

Hua Xia took the lead and walked forward, and Song Xiaoduo hurriedly followed. Sure enough, the terrifying plot began.

Perhaps because they were going deep underground and approaching the main tomb chamber, the air around them became several degrees colder. A white shadow flashed by, and the surrounding stone walls made a harsh sound like fingernails scratching.

"Be careful I'm going to fight NPCs."

The white voice paused, swayed for a while from a distance, and then retreated immediately.

Are you kidding? Her colleagues told her that this guy opened the stone door with his bare hands!

"..."

The barrage of comments instantly burst into laughter.

After walking about twenty meters, the view became wider, but we did not enter a tomb, but a small open space.

The familiar stone door in front was closed, and next to the door was a huge coffin.

The coffin was not sealed and lay quietly beside the stone gate, as if it was guarding the gate. Everyone wondered strangely, could it be that something guarding the gate had escaped?

After searching for a long time, he couldn't find the mechanism to open the door, so he could only focus his attention on the coffin.

Hua Xia suggested: "Maybe one person may need to lie down in it."

No one said a word.

Lying in a coffin is not taboo.

Being in the entertainment industry, everyone is more or less superstitious.

Han Yi said, "I'll do it."

He lay down flat on his back, and the stone door did not move at all.

Hua Xia suggested again: "Maybe, we should close the coffin lid."

"..."

Han Yi took a deep breath and said, "Let's cover it."

Several people worked together to cover it, and after half a second, the heavy stone door actually slowly opened.

"It's open, it's open." The old actor lifted the coffin lid, "Let's release Han Yi first, and then go over quickly."

However, as soon as the coffin was lifted, the stone door began to close.

The meaning of this level setting is that someone must stay behind, lie in the coffin, and wait for the next secret room to see if he can find a way to crack it.

"Brother~ Sorry, let's go then." When everyone was reluctant to leave, Hua Xia patted the coffin lid and walked out the door first.

"No." Ying Hou looked unhappy, "We can't live without Han Yi. He has been helping us all the way here."

Hua Xia turned around and curled her lips slightly: "Okay, then you can stay."

No one spoke. After a long while, Song Xiaoduo slowly raised her hand: "Me, me, I can't do anything."

Han Yi knocked inside, and the two people beside the coffin quickly lifted the coffin lid. Han Yi turned his eyes and looked at Hua Xia.

"..."

Han Yi opened his mouth: "Miss Mu, you should be willing, right?"

"I'd like to..." Hua Xia thought of something and changed the subject, "Okay."

So refreshing?

After driving away the clingy heroine of the world, Hua Xia lay in the huge coffin, watching the coffin lid slowly closing, and bared her teeth at Han Yi.

After everyone left, the world became quiet.

The coffin was very big, and the petite girl could just sit up. Hua Xia took off her backpack, put it under her head, and lay down. What made her change her mind was laziness.

I don't want to move, just let them do it.

I closed my eyes and felt sleepy. After all, they had to get up before dawn to start recording.

I turned over, but it wasn't very comfortable.

She sat up again, opened her backpack, and searched for the things that hurt her. The backpack was torn to pieces.

There was everything. She looked at the food and was silent for a moment. She looked around and found the camera in the corner. She moved over and sat cross-legged and asked, "Is this prepared for me?"

Barrage: "??? Who is she talking to?"

The directors in the studio silently looked at the man who had been standing there with a gloomy face, not daring to even louden his breathing.

Hua Xia unwrapped a piece of soft bread and took a bite, then opened a small fruit plate and said something that puzzled everyone: "A familiar set meal."

“Vitamin supplements.”

After taking two bites, he put his things away and then took out a small electric saw from his backpack and played with it.

There was a cord, and she pulled it, and the chainsaw started to turn.

"Wow, that's awesome!"

The man in the director's room finally moved, turned around, and looked around, as if asking who put it there. The props team didn't dare to say a word.