hearse drift

Years later, Fang Li contacted Gu Feng and the others and asked everyone to come to the villa for a meal.

Everyone at the dinner table drank some wine, but Fang Li didn't drink, so he poured a glass, afraid that he would be drunk with everyone at the table.

Sure enough, everyone was drunk, Zhao Xiaotong dragged Yu Jiaxi and scolded this terrible train together, Gu Feng held Gu Xin in the corner and kept whining.

Fang Li patted Zhu Yicheng awake, who still had a few traces of consciousness, and dragged the drunks to the guest room to settle down.

When he came back, Xie Baiyuan also collapsed.He was lying on the sofa, with one leg bent and the other hanging from the sofa, stepping lightly on the carpet.

Fang Li helped Xie Baiyuan upstairs, put him on the bed, and sat down by the bed to rest.

He felt that after the new year, Xie Baiyuan's mentality seemed to have changed.

When he first met Xie Baiyuan in the car, he felt that Xie Baiyuan was very special. He was vigorous and resolute when fighting monsters, but he was always indifferent when facing other things.

There is always a layer of indifference in this person's eyes, very lonely, as if he has experienced something and then closed himself.

Even if Xie Baiyuan came to him later and appeared by his side as a protector, Fang Li was only included in his small circle, and the people and things outside the circle had nothing to do with him.

When escaping from the maze, Fang Li deliberately extended the time out of some concerns.

One is that he doesn't want Xie Baiyuan to worry too much, and if he cares about it, it will cause chaos, and he can't make mistakes in critical moments.

Second, he had an intuition that if he had said that the hat could only be worn for 3 minutes, Xie Baiyuan would have pulled him out of town immediately, and would not have stayed for a second, let alone set aside part of the time to find his teammates.

This is Xie Baiyuan from before.After returning from Fang's house, Xie Baiyuan seemed to be less closed. He acquiesced in Fang Li's invitation to friends to eat at home, and drank and chatted with everyone at the dinner table.

Although tonight's dishes are all cooked by the chef, because Xie Baiyuan claimed that he only cooks for Fang Li.

Fang Li was very pleased with his change. He sat and sighed for a while, and then prepared to go back to his room.

When he got up, Xie Baiyuan took his hand from behind.

"Where are you going?" He put one hand on his forehead, his eyes narrowed slightly, like a lion just waking up.

Knowing that he was drunk, Fang Li said helplessly, "Go back to the house... go to sleep."

Xie Baiyuan muttered something, but Fang Li didn't hear it clearly, so he asked him to say it again, so he was dragged down on the bed in the next second.

Xie Baiyuan stroked the back of his neck with his palm, and his voice rang in his ears: "I can sleep here too."

To sleep is to be able to sleep, but this sleep has no meaning.

Xie Baiyuan left a wet kiss on his lips and asked, "Is it okay?"

He was not urging, but asking very restrainedly.

It seemed that as long as Fang Li shook his head and said "no", he would let go.

However, Fang Li had already thrown away his helmet and armor in his drunken kiss. After a moment of silence, he pulled Xie Baiyuan's collar and kissed him on the chin.

Xie Baiyuan's head was buried on his shoulder blades, and after moving away, there was a little more red there, like a rose blooming in the morning dew.

Fang Li tightened his fingers and grabbed the bed sheet. He could feel the people behind him tearing him apart and stitching him up at the same time.

They just follow their heart and do what they want to do, as if through this kind of physical contact, they can exchange part of their inner feelings for each other.

After a while, Zhu Yicheng hurried back home.

Everyone knows that he is going home to rescue soldiers.

In principle, a fortune-teller cannot do fortune-telling for himself, including activities that he or she participates in, as well as their relatives.

So he went back and asked his elder sister for help. The elder sister had taken in an apprentice and knew a thing or two about divination.

Zhu Yi took the flight on the same day, went back on the same day, and brought back key clues for everyone.

The next time Zhu Yicheng entered the dungeon was three days later, and the content of the dungeon was related to opera.

The divination person said that when he was divining for Zhu Yicheng, when he closed his eyes, he saw a beautiful actor doing makeup in front of the mirror.

The actor frowned slightly, and there seemed to be unresolved sadness between his brows.

After receiving this information, Fang Li made a special trip to learn about the actor industry.

In ancient times, there was a saying of three religions and nine streams. The three religions refer to the three major religions of Confucianism, Buddhism, and Taoism, while the nine streams include the stratification of social classes.

As for opera singers, they belonged to the lower classes, in other words, they were inferior people with a very humble status.

They cannot take the imperial examination, have no social status, and are not even eligible to enter the family tree.

In some cases, actors are classified as the same as prostitutes.

When Fang Li was checking the information, Zhu Yicheng moved his head closer and stared at the computer screen together with him, and finally said after a long time: "In the past, people who did this work really worked hard, and no matter how famous they are, they are still inferior. "

He said softly: "I read it in a book, which recorded the life of a famous actress. He had been famous for half his life. When he was 30 years old, he got a serious illness. His voice was broken and he couldn't sing. He is a good-faced person, and he can't accept the gap and commits suicide by taking poison."

Fang Li was about to ask which book he would like to read, when he heard Zhu Yicheng seem to have discovered a new world, rushing over and grabbing his collar to look in: "What are you here?"

Fang Li was taken aback by his serious tone and asked, "Where?"

Zhu Yicheng said: "Clavicle, under the collarbone, so many red spots, mosquito bites?"

Fang Li: "..."

Zhu Yicheng was still muttering to himself why there are such fierce mosquitoes in winter, Fang Li couldn't help asking: "Zhu Yicheng, have you ever been in love?"

The other party's muttering stopped abruptly, and a strange look appeared on his face, and it took him a long time to give him a wronged look.

Fang Li patted him on the shoulder as if he had come here.It doesn't matter if we haven't talked about it, you see, haven't I been single for more than ten years?

The day before boarding the car, Zhu Yi stayed alone in the room for a whole day, and he didn't come back to his senses until Fang Li called him downstairs for dinner.

"Zhu Yicheng, what are you doing? Hiding in the room and doing bad things?" Zhao Xiaotong also stood outside the door and knocked.

Zhu Yicheng hid the note that he had been holding for a day under the quilt as if he was guilty, and ran to open the door: "Come here, come here, I don't have a partner, what can I do alone?"

Zhao Xiaotong glanced at him, and teased like a hooligan, "Don't you have five girls accompanying you?"

Zhu Yicheng didn't continue to make jokes with her on a rare occasion.

That note was brought from home by him, and the word "fierce" was written on it.

Today, he secretly made a fortune for Fang Li, and the calculation was about a month later. Originally, he just wanted to give it a try, but unexpectedly, he actually figured out something.

A fortuneteller cannot predict things related to himself, that is to say, he will not be included in the dungeon experienced in Fang Li one month later.

One possibility is that they were assigned to different compartments, and another possibility is that it is not very optimistic to say it.

—Maybe by then, he was already dead.

Zhu Yi stayed in the room for a whole day in dismay, his head really couldn't worry too much, at this time, he only had time to write down the information he had calculated.If he is fine by that time, then do another divination for Fang Li, after all, the closer the time is, the more accurate the divination will be.If he was already dead by then...then these pre-calculated information would be regarded as his last help to Fang Li.

The next day, everyone was sitting around the dining table having breakfast, and the familiar pain spread from the heart, and the chopsticks in Fang Li's hand shook off the table.

Fang Li looked at Zhu Yicheng, and unexpectedly saw him scolding the train for its inhumanity, calling people to get on the train when picking people for dinner.

Xie Baiyuan glanced at him, stuffed a warm meat bun into his mouth, and said calmly: "Stop scolding, let's go while eating."

Zhu Yicheng: "...OK."

They carried their bags, walked through the aisle that appeared out of thin air, and came to the familiar waiting hall.

This time, they are not alone wolves at all, but people with teammates.

Fang Li thought this way, and when he looked back, he saw Zhao Xiaotong who took out a small mirror to check the exquisite makeup, Zhu Yicheng who was wandering in the sky with a bun in his mouth, Gu Feng who was devoting himself to reading fairy tales to his daughter, and together Discuss Yu Jingmiao, Zhong Chuling and Yu Jiaxi who share the concept of love.

The painting style of their team is very similar to the sunset red tour group going out for a spring outing.

Fang Li withdrew his gaze and turned to the ticket inspector Werther.

It seemed to be his illusion. At a certain moment, he felt as if he had noticed Werther's mood swings.

Werther looked at their team quietly, as if he knew what they were planning.

However, do fixed npcs like ticket inspectors really have their own feelings?

Originally, Fang Li thought this was a fantasy, but since he met the restaurant owner Mu Jin in Tianshen Town, this idea has been shaken.

The ticket inspector is also an NPC. Since it is an NPC, is it possible that it is also a human being?

This thought only lasted for half a minute before it was dispelled by Werther's cold mask.

Maybe this is just his illusion, what kind of passengers must be transformed into this kind of fixed npc by the train?

According to the usual practice, the copy information of the fourth carriage is made public on the big screen in the waiting hall.

The people in the low-level carriages are very excited. They are in the low-level carriages, so they will naturally have the mentality of admiring the strong, so they will pay attention to the tasks in the high-level carriages, and want to experience the difficulty.

To their disappointment, the copy of the fourth carriage only had two simple words - the past life.

Rebirth, which is a Buddhist term, means that after death, the soul does not need to reincarnate in the six realms, but is directly reborn in the Western Pure Land of Ultimate Bliss, where it regains "eternal life".

But there is no pure land of bliss in the dungeon world, there are only murderous ghosts.

Therefore, this Buddhist term is placed here, and it also has a frightening atmosphere.

Only the dead use "rebirth", what does this copy mean, is it telling people to die?

Others felt scared, but in Fang Li they had some old gods.

Because they know in their hearts that the dungeon of rebirth is not what they really want to experience.

When Witt announced the content of the dungeon before, they all paid attention in real time.

The copy of Carriage Nine is an English nursery rhyme.

The copy in the fifth car also only has two words, but it is easier to understand than the "past life" in the fourth car. Those two words are——

painted skin.

The author has something to say:

Modify a setting with some bugs, the time on the car is different from the time in the real world when the flow rate is changed, it is like staying in the car for a week, but in reality it may only be one day.