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The person who died was Dai Liang, a middle-aged man in his thirties.

Fang Li had a deep impression on him. This man had a mohawk shaved and a green dragon tattooed on his neck.Now there is only half of the green dragon left, and the whole face is bloody.

When the room was assigned yesterday, he was the one who made the most noise.

The girl who lived in the same room with him was Xiao Ke, who was so frightened that she could not speak when faced with the tragic death of her companion.

"Don't panic, tell us the situation first." The woman who spoke was called Ma Yunzhao, who looked mature and stable. Fang Li suspected that she should have come down from the original carriage No. [-], "Just now you were with him What did you see in the yard?"

Those present are all novices, and they know that the sooner they find clues, the sooner they can leave the dungeon.After breakfast, everyone discussed briefly and then split up to find clues.

Dai Liang and Xiao Ke were also looking for clues, but when a girl is on her menstrual period, it is inevitable that something unexpected will happen, so Xiao Ke had to beg Dai Liang to accompany her back to solve her physiological problems.

There was a latrine in the yard where they lived, and Xiao Ke rushed into the latrine, while Dai Liang was waiting outside, cursing and saying that Xiao Ke was holding him back, and the words he used were ugly.

Xiao Ke didn't dare to tear himself apart with him, so he cursed, and Xiao Ke spat at him in his heart.Suddenly, Dai Liang's scolding stopped, and there was no sound in the courtyard.

The sudden silence made Xiao Ke a little uneasy. She lifted her pants, covered her aching belly, stood up tremblingly, and looked out through the window of the toilet.

As a result, she was shown an extremely weird and frightening scene.

Dai Liang's body was still standing on the ground, but his feet were cut off abruptly. Without his feet, he just stood there for a few seconds before falling down with a thud.

A pair of hands emerged from the ground, the hands were pale and pale, with blood-red nails.

The nails were extremely sharp, after such a long distance, when Xiao Ke cut Dai Liang's face, she could vaguely hear a sound similar to cloth being torn.

She desperately covered her mouth and swallowed back the scream that was about to burst out.

Dai Liang clearly died long ago, and when his face was peeled off, his body still twitched a few times.

In this way, until those hands completely peeled off Dai Liang's face, and then hung it on the branch, Xiao Ke ran out of the toilet with trembling legs, and went outside the yard to call for help.

"Did you see it clearly? It's just a pair of hands?" Ma Yunzhao frowned slightly, obviously doubting that a single pair of hands could be so lethal. "Is there anything else besides the hands?"

Xiao Ke recalled it carefully for a while, and said, "No...no more."

In fact, she must say what else she saw, and that was only the jade bracelets on her hands.

Xiao Ke has her own plan in mind.Once Dai Liang died, she had to find a new companion, and she could keep this little clue in exchange.

Fang Li and the others returned to their room to pack their backpacks and prepare for the afternoon's expedition.

Recalling what happened just now, Fang Li sat by the bed and asked, "Why do you think those hands cut off Dai Liang's foot?"

Peeling the face is a little easier to understand. Isn't this dungeon called painted skin?

But cutting off a person's feet made him a little puzzled. Under what circumstances would a person want to cut off someone's feet?

"Who knows." Zhu Yicheng said casually, "The reason for cutting off the feet is to prevent people from escaping."

As soon as the words fell, Fang Li met his eyes.

Don't let people escape... This escape may mean not letting the other party leave you.

"No way..." Zhu Yicheng said in shock, "This must be such a paranoid love."

Although Fang Li also thought so, he still did not deny this guess.

In the mouths of storytellers, when Mr. Gui beat the hard-working mandarin duck with a stick, Miss Gui paid for it infatuatedly. It is not an exaggeration to say that in this story, both Mr. Gui and Awen may have this paranoid love.

It's just that Mr. Gui's love is for Awen, and Awen's love is for that scholar.

Fang Li saw Zhu Yicheng's sleepy expression, and thought he was frightened by Dai Liang's death.

He touched Zhu Yicheng's head, and said lovingly: "Don't be afraid, as long as we release the dungeon earlier, nothing will happen."

Obviously he himself is also afraid, but he still has to stabilize his emotions in front of Zhu Yicheng, and he can't take the lead to show timidity.

"I'm not afraid," Zhu Yicheng smiled embarrassedly, "Actually, I think that thing hangs a person's face on the bark, just like drying a mask."

"..." Why are you so big-hearted?

Fang Li now has the urge to rush out to find Zhao Xiaotong to settle accounts. He wants Zhao Xiaotong to take a good look at what the child has brought to her.

During lunch, Mr. Gui still did not appear in the hall.

The main seat was just vacant, but the butler came out and stood behind the empty chair, watching them eat with a smile.

Zhu Yicheng used to have a good appetite, but he suddenly lost his appetite when he was stared at by the housekeeper.

"I'll go, I always feel that he looks at me like he is looking at a pig waiting to be slaughtered." Zhu Yicheng grinned, "'Eat, eat more, if you are full, you can slaughter it for money'."

Fang Li was dumbfounded by his description, and looked at the old housekeeper a few more times after hearing this.

The old butler looked to be over 60 years old, with a cane, and his back was still straight, not like a servant, but like the head of the family.

Fang Li quickly looked away, he thought he had to hurry up and figure out the internal structure of the house, how to get into the backyard unobtrusively.

They ran out in the morning to inquire about the news, so they were not able to scout the house with the big troops.

This house is really too big, the interior design is complicated, and there is a possibility of getting lost if one is not careful.

Fang Li and the others walked among them with their bags on their backs, almost being dazzled by the green plants and rockery everywhere.

As I was walking, I suddenly heard a few words of communication coming from the front.

Fang Li and Zhu Yicheng each pulled the other, and the four quickly hid behind the rockery.

Judging from the voice, one of the chatters in front was Xiao Ke, who had just died today.

The voices of the other two people couldn't tell who they were, but they sounded familiar, so they should be passengers.

"...I only told you about this. I didn't say anything when Ma Yunzhao asked me." Xiao Ke lowered his voice, and the second half of the sentence was vague, but it still drifted into Fang Li's ears, "That bracelet , perhaps belonged to the mistress of the house."

hostess?Where is the hostess from?

Fang Li froze for a moment, then realized that they might be talking about Awen.

They didn't know Awen's real identity, so they naturally attributed the clues about her to the mistress of the house.

It sounds like Xiao Ke should have seen some clues when Dai Liang was killed, but she concealed it to exchange information with others.

Fang Li and the others picked up a clue for nothing. Ting Qiang Gen heard that the pair of hands that killed Dai Liang were wearing a pair of jade bracelets.

After Xiaoke and others left, they came out from behind the rockery.

"The possibility that the ghost is Awen is increasing, but why did it choose to attack Dai Liang?" Zhu Yicheng thought about it.

"Maybe he triggered some death conditions." Fang Li said, "Let's go to the backyard to see first."

It is not far from the backyard. The gravel road extends forward, and you can walk down this road and pass through the corridor to the backyard.

There was a gate in the back yard, lightly fastened with an iron bolt.

The door creaked and was pushed open, and Fang Li waited for the others to walk in.

Perhaps it is precisely because Mr. Gui likes to be quiet, not even a servant can be seen in this huge backyard.

At this time, the sun was about to set, and the light in the yard was dimmed, and a cold breath climbed up the spine of the person.

As soon as he came in, Zhu Yicheng began to regret, tugging at Fang Li's sleeve and asking if he could come back at dawn tomorrow morning.

Before Fang Li could speak, Zhao Xiaotong had already started to laugh and said, "Zhu Yicheng, why don't you just draw a few talismans and stick them on your forehead before you come in."

Zhu Yicheng stared at her, and said confidently: "Do you think I don't want to? If I knew how to draw, I would have done so."

Yu Jiaxi kept pulling the two of them apart, interrupting their quarrel.

At this time, there was the sound of walking in the room, and several people held their breath and looked forward for a moment.

The people in the room lit the candles, and after a while, there was the sound of babbling opera singing from the closed door.

The singers were dressed in costumes, and their thin figures were projected on the window paper by the candlelight.

He sang and sang, and sang a sentence: "If you don't come to the garden, how will you know the beauty of spring?"

Hearing this sentence, Fang Li realized that this is exactly the aria of Peony Pavilion.

After the person in the room sang this sentence, visible to the naked eye, several people saw that the shadow he cast on the window had changed.

That figure bulged out from the shoulder and neck.It was as if someone had come out of him.

The second shadow didn't come out completely, but crouched on the body of the person below, as if two people had grown on the same person.

This scene is too weird, the opera singer seems to be completely unaware of the changes in his body, but continues to dance the sleeves, singing the mournful opera.

The door to the backyard was pushed open again with a creak, and Fang Li murmured inwardly that it was not good. Although the door was closed when they came in, the bolt was fastened from the outside.

Before they had time to think about it, they pulled the latch and opened the door and walked in.Anyone who came in now must have sensed that someone had come in.

Sure enough, it was the butler who came in. After pushing the door open, the butler paused slightly and frowned deeply.

Fang Li and the others hid in the dark. Although this position is not easy to be found, they still couldn't help their hearts pounding.

Fortunately, the butler just looked around and walked towards the lighted room.

Although I don't know why, but at least I escaped a catastrophe.

The four breathed a sigh of relief, Zhao Xiaotong patted Fang Li, and mouthed silently: "Let's slip."

Fang Li nodded, so how did they come in, and retreated one by one in the opposite direction.

The person in front ran too fast, something fell out of the bag, and Fang Li just stepped on it when he lifted his foot.

The thing was a bit soft, he picked it up and looked at it, it seemed to be a rag doll the size of a palm.

Just as he was wondering whose it belonged to, he saw Yu Jiaxi turning her head frequently, with a flustered expression, as if she was looking for something.

Fang Li shook the doll in his hand and asked, "Is this yours?"

"Yes." Yu Jiaxi breathed a sigh of relief, and reached out to take it. This doll should be something she cherishes very much.But for some reason, Fang Li felt that her eyes were a little dodgy at the moment.

But it was only a moment before she returned to normal, and politely thanked the other party.

When exiting from the backyard, Fang Li turned his head and glanced in the direction of the house.

The candles in the room flickered slightly, and two shadows were cast on the window, one was Mr. Gui and the other was the housekeeper.

The deformed shadow that appeared earlier, like a hallucination, has disappeared completely.