Tianshi Museum

Zheng Liang was dumbfounded: "Damn..."

The three present were all shocked by his hand.

Yang Yutao swallowed his saliva and tried his best to straighten his expression: "Let's do magic."

Hearing this, Xia Zha looked at him and shook his head.

Although the hypothesis of "magician" is doubtful, but in order not to show his comfort, Yang Yutao continued to speak with a stiff voice: "Guys like you, don't know how to make magic and just treat it as magic! Do you think this will scare me?" ?!"

Shen Gun frowned, and said in a deep voice, "Who do you call 'this guy'?"

The temperature around him plummeted, and Yang Yutao was frightened by the sudden low air pressure. He knew in his heart that he couldn't be coaxed so quickly, but he subconsciously closed his eyes and raised his hand to block.

Xia Zha stopped Shen Gong.

Immediately, he seriously asked: "Science fiction writer Arthur Clarke said that 'any sufficiently advanced technology is indistinguishable from magic at first glance', why don't you suspect that this is a special effect?"

Xia Zha has learned a lot during this time, and he has a deep memory of this sentence that he saw by chance.

...Special effects?

Probably because Xia Zha's tone of inquiry was too serious, Yang Yutao actually considered this possibility.

But if you think about it carefully, what special effect is there that can make people draw a cloud of black air from his body; if it is magic, where are the props?

Not to mention the black mist, which exudes a gloomy coldness.

Whether it's magic or special effects, it's just self-suggestion for him to persuade himself and give himself confidence.

Because he has begun to waver.

"The so-called 'ghost entanglement' refers to the resentment after a tragic death, which turns into yin energy, entangles and follows the object of its hatred and resentment." Since Yang Yutao did not answer, Xia Zha explained seriously, "I see this group The resentment of 'ghost entanglement' is not strong, it should not be the main body, presumably you are not the mastermind of the murder."

After finishing speaking, Xia Zha turned to Yang Yutao with eyes that seemed to see through everything: "Or, you can tell us what happened."

Watched by these eyes, Yang Yutao's tone lost the determination he had when he first denied it, but he still retorted: "You, what do you mean..."

Xia Zha: "That's what I want to ask you too."

I always feel that what I say will be seen through, Yang Yutao dare not answer easily, just blindly denying their celestial master status, to strengthen his rhetoric: "If you can play the fake skills of the great gods, you can come out to cheat food and drink. Why do you ask me what I say? And what I say is the truth. If you just make up a few sentences and deny me, who can prove which of the two of us is true and who is false? Is this magic prop in your hand? "

That being said, his thinking has obviously begun to be confused, and the cause and effect of the foreword and the afterword are unclear, and the narrative is unclear.

Zhang Liming on the side couldn't stand it any longer.

In his view, Yang Yutao is just like himself at the beginning, blindly believing in what he once knew, stubbornly stubborn and unable to adapt.In the face of the facts, he still uses self-deception to blind his eyes.After being stunned by people with real skills later, and then looking at the distorted expressions and words, I began to regret the conclusions that were drawn so quickly, and my face was swollen.

Looking at Yang Yutao now, Zhang Liming couldn't help asking himself, is he so stupid for being ignorant?Sure enough, the feeling that everyone is drunk and I am sober is extraordinary.

He persuaded Yang Yutao earnestly: "Brother, I advise you, if you have anything to do, just speak up! To be honest, Brother Zheng and I don't believe that you will kill someone, but since the celestial master said so, you must have something to do with this matter. If you say that it's not your fault, maybe we can help you."

"Otherwise, when the matter is cleared up later, do you think you can find a place to pretend to be an adult like you?"

Unexpectedly, Zhang Liming would say that about himself, Yang Yutao twitched his lips, and couldn't laugh in this oppressive atmosphere: "But there is nothing, what do you tell me? I can't make it up now, can I?"

Zhang Liming: "Look at the dry smile on your face, do you believe what you say?"

The psychological self-construction played a role, and Yang Yutao suppressed a sneer: "Oh... don't believe it, if you don't believe it, let their tricks tell us, what I said is true or false, can you do it?!"

"you……!"

Zhang Liming, who had always been patient and had a bad temper, was so annoyed by his sudden stubbornness that he rolled up his sleeves and wanted to fight him.

But I heard Xia Zha write lightly: "Of course."

Yang Yutao's eyes widened: "What did you say?"

Xia Zha: "I can use a trick to tell you whether what you said is true or false."

Zhang Liming listened, put down his sleeves and stood aside as if watching a good show, while Zheng Liang, who had been silent all the time, kept his mouth shut and carefully observed the situation.

Shen Gun let Xia Zha's behavior go, and stood by, not obstructing or interfering.

"Okay, I want to see what you are capable of." Yang Yutao sneered, preemptively, "Slander and slander should be criminally liable."

"I know that." Xia Zha smiled nonchalantly, "According to Article 246 of the Criminal Law: Those who commit the crime of defamation shall be sentenced to fixed-term imprisonment of not more than three years, criminal detention, surveillance or deprivation of political rights. What do you want to say? this one?"

Yang Yutao just said casually and threatened. The specific regulations were not clear at all. At this time, he was speechless and nodded awkwardly and stiffly: "No...that's right."

Xia Zha: "I read a lot and have a good memory."

Hearing this, Shen Gong suddenly smiled, and Xia Zha blinked at him.

Shen Gun immediately coughed lightly, looked away as if nothing had happened, and pinched the roots of his ears that became inexplicably hot due to discomfort.

Knowing nothing, Xia Zha turned his attention back to Yang Yutao and said to him, "Before the trick begins, I need you to answer a question for me."

Even though he was still inexplicably uneasy, Yang Yutao had gradually maintained his superficial calmness: "You ask, I don't believe you can really conjure me a flower."

Xia Zha: "Have you ever seen someone die unjustly in front of you?"

"……No."

"do not have it?"

"no!"

"But look." Xia Zha held up the black mist in his hand, "Every time you deny it, it surges unwillingly and angrily."

Everyone's eyes moved over.

I saw that the black mist became thicker and thicker at some point, surging violently like a storm at this moment, as if expressing some kind of strong dissatisfaction, the surrounding air was stirred up by this, and the temperature in the room suddenly dropped a few degrees. Spend.

Seeing this scene, Yang Yutao was horrified and took a step back with trembling legs.

"do not have it."

Xia Zha asked softly again.

"...I, really don't."

This time, the anger of the black mist seemed to reach a critical point. While rolling, it condensed into a broken and unrecognizable face, which quickly disappeared, and then condensed into a recognizable human body, distorted and deformed.

Each time is very short, but vivid, enough for people to distinguish what it is.

Zheng Liang stared blankly at the black misty object in Xia Zha's palm, and it took him a long time to come to his senses. He frowned and asked Yang Yutao, "Yutao, what have you done?"

Yang Yutao was anxious: "Brother Zheng, do you believe this person or me? We have been friends for so many years!"

After speaking, he sternly asked Zhang Liming with guilt and anger: "Liming, what do you think?!"

Hearing his name being mentioned, Zhang Liming was startled, exchanged a glance with Yang Yutao, and then slowly took a step towards Xia Zha.

firmly expressed his position.

Of the five people present, Shen Gun, who was silent, must be standing beside Xia Zha, like a tall and straight door god, with a stern look in his eyes.Zheng Liang didn't believe him, and so did Zhang Liming, who was always an atheist who hated superstition the most.

Yang Yutao was completely confused.

Zheng Liang looked serious and asked Yang Yutao, "Tell me, what's going on?"

Although these people like to indulge in sex and sex occasionally and spend money like money, they are not big villains. In the circle they belong to, no one has ever had a life on their hands.Although there are a lot of smoky things in this upper-level circle, their Zheng family has their own rules and family precepts, and murder and arson must never be done.

He has also mentioned to the people who are always with him again and again, what things you can indulge in, you can be drunk and dreamy, and if you touch something, there is no room for recovery.

Zhang Liming also had an incredible expression on his face.

Frankly speaking, he has a good understanding of himself, and he is just a fool who cannot be supported.In his life, he only spent some money at home, and he might lose money if he followed the wind and invested. Fortunately, if there were no accidents, his family had the capital to let him sit and eat.This caused him to look crazy, that is to say, to watch the dishes, in order to die in the Ecstasy Cave for a long time, he cherishes feathers in important places.

The circle is chaotic, but with Zheng Liang, the chaos related to human life can't be messed with Zhang Liming.

Unexpectedly, Yang Yutao, who was considered close to them, would make mistakes that he shouldn't have made.

At this moment, Xia Zha slowly lifted up the quiet black mist in his hand, placed it in front of him, closed his eyes and felt it for a moment, and suddenly said softly, "He is calling for help."

His volume is not high, his voice is clear and calm, even mild, but it is particularly creepy.

All the people present fell silent immediately, and for a while, needles could be heard in the dead silent room, only Xia Zha's voice slowly narrating.

"He called for help because he was in excruciating pain."

"He stretched out his right hand with all his might."

"He didn't blame you at that time, he can still be saved, and his mistakes can be made up for."

"It really hurts."

"He's convinced you've seen your own distress signal."

"He wants you to react quickly."

"..."

"After 46 seconds, his call for help came to an abrupt end."

"Because you laughed and cheered—"

"a bit."

"Twice."

"Three times."

"Four times."

"..."

"Seventeen."

Xia Zha opened his eyes, which were empty.

"You crushed him too much."