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There are five options in total, three, five, six, eight, and nine.

Meng alone only has a 20% winning rate, not to mention that Qiao Zhihuan really didn't see clearly just now, and Meng also has no basis.

The little fangs beside him were still begging to the ceiling, their address had been changed from elder sister to lord queen, even Queen Mother and Bixia Yuanjun had come out, the female ghost was so amused by it, she just refused to come down to show them once.

"Grandma, if you are willing to show me one more time, you are my living ancestor, I—"

Before the words were finished, the female ghost suddenly jumped down, hung upside down in front of the two of them in an instant, and quickly shrank back.

"Damn! You're taking advantage of me!" Little Fang hardened for a second, then softened again, "Grandma, I still don't see clearly..."

"She didn't take advantage of you." Qiao Zhihuan turned around, "Someone happened to be here."

Little Fang turned around suddenly, only then did he notice that there was a person standing behind him!

This person was wearing a thick and complicated dark black robe, a hooded dark pattern cloak, and a sacrificial ribbon decorated with dark jewels. His whole body was tightly wrapped, and his entire face was covered with a silver mask Covered, nothing is exposed, only a section of pale neck is exposed above the neckline.

The Roman stand collar hooped him solemnly and restrainedly, but there was a tattoo of thorns and roses on the left side of his neck.

Under the profound contrast, there is actually a strong sense of impact.

Little Fang took a step back: "Sexy ghost!"

The man was so excited that he wanted to go into a fit. The delicate mask was pointed at the small fangs for a moment, and then he restrained himself.

Qiao Zhihuan suppressed a smile: "Looking at the clothes, it should be the Archbishop."

"What kind of bishop got tattoos on his neck?" Little Fang frowned, "Evil... teach it."

Qiao Zhihuan finally couldn't help it, and said with a smile, "This is Ye Cike."

He took a step forward, and his slender fingers lightly touched the opponent's mask.

The mask felt cold to the touch, but he wasn't hit by the ice, and Ye Cike, who was wearing the mask, trembled slightly.

Qiao Zhihuan's fingers had already traced the edge of the mask to the buckle hidden in the thick black hair, and he asked softly, "Did I take it off?"

Ye Cike didn't answer but didn't object, but he lowered his head slightly.

The mask was lifted up, and the dark cloud-like curly hair billowed, followed by an impeccable face, with deep contours and distinct features, which were more impactful than the string of tattoos on his neck.

Even the little fangs were stunned for a moment, and it took a while to recover from the beauty crit: "Mr. Ye, what happened just now, if I were a woman, me!"

He shook his head: "Hey, it's a pity I'm not, let's be brothers."

The female ghost on the ceiling said faintly: "Great-grandson, if you are a man, you will not be delayed."

Little Fang: "Don't take advantage of me! Ah, I forgot to count the ducks again!"

"I've counted." Qiao Zhihuan said, walking to the screen, hovering over the "5" option with her fingertips, but was stopped by someone.

"There are two ducks standing side by side, so it's not easy to tell them apart." Ye Cike followed up, "Six should be chosen."

Qiao Zhihuan asked, "Are you sure?"

His dynamic eyesight is pretty good, and he remembers things very quickly. This is the foundation accumulated over the years of learning to dance, but the female ghost stayed for too short a time, and even he barely took a rough look. Can you see the details clearly?

Ye Cike didn't speak, took a pen and paper from the table beside him, and drew five balls of lines.Although his painting was abstract, Qiao Zhihuan recognized it at a glance. It was the pattern distribution map on the female ghost's clothes.

"This." Ye Cike circled the group of lines on the far right, "There are three lines on the left and right, there should be three wings, although the time is too short to see more details, but it should be deduced, This group is two ducks."

"Excellent." Qiao Zhihuan nodded, "Just choose as you said."

Ye Cike clicked 6, and the screen suddenly went black.

Just when Qiao Zhihuan was wondering if he had chosen the right one or the wrong one, a nursery rhyme suddenly sang on the screen, which was the famous "London Bridge is Falling Down".

Little Fang scratched his head: "Is this a clue? What does this song have to do with helping a little girl find friends?"

"I don't know." Qiao Zhihuan shook her head, "But I have a hunch that we should get the answer right. This is the first clue. Remember it first."

"By the way, Teacher Ye." Qiao Zhihuan turned around and asked, "Are you alone? Do you want to form a team?"

The team grew stronger, and two people became three people. They quickly swept through the rooms on the first floor and entered the second floor.

With luck, the three soon found a second room with a camera.

Qiao Zhihuan pushed the door open, facing a screen wall, the screen and camera were installed on the screen, and a line of words was flashing:

"Please find the toy that was left under the table."

The little fangs in the last clue didn't help. When he saw this line of writing, he rolled up his sleeves and was eager to try: "Pick up toys under the table, right? I'll do this!"

After speaking, he walked around the screen, but the whole person suddenly paused.

"What's wrong?" Qiao Zhihuan hurried forward, seeing the situation in front of her, she was also speechless for a moment.

Dozens of low tables were placed neatly behind the screen, not only were they all identical, but even the tablecloths covering the tables were identical.

Little Fang asked awkwardly, "Which table do you think it's under?"

Qiao Zhihuan: "...I don't know."

"Do you think there's something scary under the table?"

"I know that." Qiao Zhihuan said emphatically, "Yes."

Little Fang had a bitter face: "...Look for it, there are spider fairies hiding under the table today, I'll look for it too!"

With a generous face, he walked to the first table awe-inspiringly. Just as he was about to make a move, a voice suddenly came: "Wait!"

The two looked at Ye Cike at the same time, and he said calmly, "Try the third table in the fifth row."

Little Fang was dubious, walked to the low table he mentioned, took a deep breath, closed his eyes and suddenly lifted the tablecloth.

The room was quiet for three seconds, and then Little Fang slowly narrowed one eye and looked under the table cautiously.

Qiao Zhihuan asked eagerly: "How is it? Do you want to change me?"

"Need not!"

A merry-go-round toy was lifted high, Little Fang stood up with the toy in his arms, his eyes glowed: "God, how did Mr. Ye know it was under this table!"

Ye Cike rarely smiled lightly: "I'm also guessing. The inclination of the tablecloth on that table is different from other ones. It slipped a few degrees, and it should have been lifted."

Little Fang looked up and down a few times, but he couldn't see anything different.

"It may not matter to you, but in my eyes, it's quite obvious."

As he spoke, he took the initiative to walk to the table, gently pulled one corner, and Little Fang suddenly realized: "It's neat! I can see it now!"

Qiao Zhihuan found it quite novel: "OCD has this magical effect."

The three walked to the third floor while studying the second clue, the merry-go-round toy.

There's nothing special about this toy, it's everywhere in the streets and alleys, Qiao Zhihuan specially gave it to Teacher Ye with severe obsessive-compulsive disorder, even he didn't see anything wrong.

"I always think it looks familiar." Qiao Zhihuan stared at it for a long time, but couldn't remember anything except "familiarity", so he had to put it aside for the time being.

Up to the third floor, the stairs leading to the fourth floor were locked. Qiao Zhihuan tried to shake the iron fence, but did not move.

"What do you mean? There are only three floors?"

Little Fang looked back and forth, and said in a low voice, "And after going up to the third floor, there are so few students. I don't know how many people are left now."

"It's all about you."

The sudden sentence startled all three of them.

Everyone looked at where the sound came from, and saw the profiteer lying on the nearest window, holding his chin, looking at them with a smile through the window.

"What are you doing, profiteer!" Little Fang covered his heart, "I only have three drops of blood left!"

The profiteer frowned: "Oh? How much do you two have left?"

Qiao Zhihuan and Ye Cike turned over the watch to him, and the pure black surface reflected the fiery red Roman numerals: 20.

"Invincible." The profiteer said, "Then your game is very obvious."

Qiao Zhihuan asked, "What's so obvious?"

The profiteer beckoned everyone to go in.

There is nothing scary inside the door, only a black iron throne is placed against the wall, and in front of the throne is a footrest of the same material, which seems to be engraved with words.

However, Qiao Zhihuan saw an unexpected person at a glance: "Wei Lingsu!"

Wei Lingsu was dressed as a witch doctor and stood in the back of the room with a dark medicine box.

Qiao Zhihuan's eyes lit up for a moment and then dimmed. Wei Ling told him that the watch on his left hand had gone out, which meant that his 20 drops of blood were gone and he was completely eliminated.

Qiao Zhihuan pointed to his wrist: "What about you?"

In his impression, Wei Lingsu was shockingly calm, and he shouldn't be afraid of these deliberately scary things at all, how could there not be a drop of blood left.

"It's nothing."

Wei Lingsu turned his face away, unwilling to talk about it.

Immediately afterwards, Qiao Zhihuan discovered that the profiteer's watch had also gone out, and they were both eliminated.

Noticing Qiao Zhihuan's gaze, the profiteer smiled lazily, and turned his hands behind his back seemingly naturally, covering his watch.

"... Sacrifice one person before you can move forward."

In front of the throne, Little Fang yelled, "Huanhuan, come and take a look at the words on it, am I reading it wrong?"

"You read that right." Someone answered from the direction of the door.

As soon as Little Fang turned his head, he felt like he was facing a formidable enemy: "Clean freak! What are you doing here?"

Ruan Sihuan shrugged: "Catch the leak. There must be one student left in this room. Let me see if you still need teammates."

"Does one have to be eliminated?" Qiao Zhihuan asked.

Ruan Sihuan nodded: "It only takes one student to sit on the throne, and the entrance to the fourth floor can be opened behind him - as you can see, the stairwell to the fourth floor is locked, and this is the only way."

Qiao Zhihuan's eyes flicked over the little fangs, and then fell back on Ye Cike's face, a little at a loss.

"Choose one. Or, in case you don't want to sacrifice anyone, you can do the same as those two." Ruan Sihuan leaned against the door frame and looked at Wei Lingsu meaningfully, "Sit on it together, we will be eliminated at once both."

No one spoke in the room for a long while, but Little Fang was startled and regretful: "You two...are you stupid! A waste of opportunities!!"

Qiao Zhihuan was speechless for a moment: "..."

"Forget it." Ye Cike interrupted, "The most important thing is the matter at hand. The sooner you solve the riddle, the sooner you can win, and the sooner you go back to practice the theme song."

He sighed softly: "Sacrifice me, you and Bairan go out."