absurd deduction game.

Chapter 744 Murals and corpses

Yin-Yang Corridor, Yin-Yang City?

Yu Xing looked at the tasks released by the system, and his eyes stayed on these two new words.

At least in the copy of Wraith Doomsday, there is no connection with this very Chinese-sounding location.

Sure enough, it was forced.

The Yin-Yang City sounds huge, so could the so-called Yin-Yang Corridor be a part of the Yin-Yang City?

Yu Xing thought about it and looked up.

The endless corridor is not a straight line, but twists and turns like an earthworm. Not far ahead is a bend, and densely packed wind chimes are hidden in the bend.

Yu Xing could hear his own breathing. In addition, the slight collision between the wind chimes was infinitely magnified.

His senses were not suppressed, and even the slightest movement was invisible to him.

So he was even more sure that there was no one else in this corridor in a small area, only himself.

"Ah……"

Yu Xing exhaled a mouthful of white mist, felt the envelopment of the cold air, forked off the information on the optical brain watch, and rubbed his hands.

Now that we're here, let's see what the Yin-Yang City is pointed to by this side quest.

Speaking of...

Isn't it surprising to see something in this hallway?

Yu Xing thought for a moment, then took a step.

The sound of footsteps overwhelmed his breathing and heartbeat, and wisps of faint light seeped out from the murals on both sides, illuminating the corridor so that it would not fall into complete darkness.

He raised his hand while walking, and his fingertips touched the yellow talisman hanging on the wind chime. A fine grainy touch came from the yellow talisman, and the cinnabar was firmly soaked into the talisman paper, like blood.

Yu Xing moved his nose, feeling a somewhat familiar smell pouring into his nasal cavity.

It was a... smell of time.

The appearance of the promenade is indeed not modern. The quaint murals are covered with relief patterns. I don’t know what the purpose is. The walls are white and white, while the ceiling is a wooden tenon and tenon structure. Liang's sense of sight.

Those wind chimes are hanging in the gaps in the wood. There is a strange order in the chaos, and they are automatic without wind, swaying.

The corridor is not wide, about 5 adults can walk side by side shoulder to shoulder, Yu Xing is more than enough to walk alone, he quickened his pace in the unchanging scene, and did not ignore the quickening of his heartbeat.

strangeness.

How could his heart beat so fast, as if he knew what was here and was excited about it.

But Yu Xing was sure that he had never been here before, not even in his dreams, the environment and temperature here made him feel strange.

Where did Zhao Yijiu go?

Is the actor still with him?

Is this corridor a single space, or is everyone in the same corridor?
Some scattered questions emerged from Yu Xing's mind, but no one could tell him the answer for the time being.

Yu Xing thought, he probably knows the least about this place among all the people, right?After all, he was the only one who was airborne midway. Before that, he never knew that there was such a weird place hidden in the copy of the end of the world.

And did others already know?Are you ready before entering the copy?

What did the actor know that he was forced to enter the game in such a way to find the so-called qualification to enter Yin Yang City?
In fact, the relationship between him and the actor is very limited, and there are several reasons for it.

Hate, betrayal, and power.

Betrayal and hatred are the basis of their relationship, but it is not appropriate to appear here. The actor took Zhao Yijiu away just to make him willingly find Curly, see the totem, and enter the special map of the Yin-Yang corridor.

This time, it seems that someone reported a banquet, and the actor insisted on letting him attend. There must be something in the banquet that both he and the actor care about. ...in relation to their source of power.

The power of the curse.

Yu Xing walked around another corner and snorted lightly.

The power of the actor's curse comes from Hua Subai, and his curse power comes from the actor. This curse has been passed down like this, making monsters like them hate and fight for it.

Coupled with the sense of familiarity that he can't explain clearly now, Yu Xing can basically be sure that the Yin-Yang corridor—or the Yin-Yang city behind the Yin-Yang corridor-is related to the origin of the power of the curse, and it may not be just ghost Shen Trees, and much more, deeper secrets.

But he wasn't going to come in originally, so the actor made a detour and invited him to join the game.

For the time being, he didn't want to understand what good it would be for the lunatic actor to invite him into the game. He just wanted to know whether this corridor was dangerous, especially for someone like Zhao Yijiu who didn't have the power to curse.

Puzzled.

So confused.

Many people in the dungeon of the last days seem to be looking for this place, Carlos, Zhao Ruru...then those people don't have the power to curse.

Maybe they don't know the power of the curse and the connection between Yin Yang City, what are they looking for?

Yu Xing thought about it, but he couldn't come to a conclusion. After all, Yin Yang City was too unfamiliar to him, and he didn't have any information. He quickened his pace again, black lines appeared on his legs, and black mist lingered around him, moving forward quickly in a suspended state.

The promenade is still winding, with no end in sight, and no trace of living people.

It wasn't until a certain moment that a different sound came from ahead that Yu Xing stopped from flying, landed again, and walked forward slowly.

In front, there is a person hanging.

It was difficult for Yu Xing to describe his mood at this moment. After walking for a long time, he saw that the beams of the house were full of wind chimes, and at this moment, there was a person in the middle of the wind chimes.

The man had hanged himself, the neck was strangled by a thin hemp rope, and his black and white attire was like a mourning gown, hanging down softly until it covered the drooping insteps.

His figure was a little skinny, and he could be seen as a man, but his face was ruined, and blood scabs covered his entire face. It was unknown who did it.

Yu Xing stepped forward and tried to touch the hand of the hanged man, but it was cold.

It's utterly dead.

"..." Yu Xing didn't say anything, turned his gaze away, walked around the corpse and continued forward.

The surrounding murals seem to have undergone some changes. There are many elderly people in their twilight years on the reliefs. Under the simple lines, the old people are either standing or sitting, leaning on crutches or lying on the bed, withered and waiting for death.

Yu Xing observed the content of the mural for a while, and even he felt uncomfortable amidst the endless themes of old people and death, and frowned.

But soon, he met the second person he saw in this corridor.

That's still a dead man.

Or a... hanged dead man.

Yu Xing paused, and looked ahead with some cold eyes.

There, the corpse was hung on a thin hemp rope. The corpse was dressed in black and white mourning clothes, covering the insteps. The face was covered with blood scabs, and no face could be seen.

The same.

It's not that the way of death is exactly the same, but that... people are exactly the same.

This was the corpse he had encountered before.

This time, Yu Xing put the corpse down and leaned against the wall beside him. He stood in front of the corpse in silence for about ten seconds, then turned and left.

The murals have changed even more. This time, there are more young men and women beside the old man Sui Mu, perhaps the children of the old man.

The young men and women cuddled up to each other, they didn't see the old man in their eyes, and they didn't take care of the old man. They stood or sat, talked and laughed or frowned, and the old man beside him turned his head to them and stared at them expressionlessly.

After a while, Yu Xing met a third person.

The empty hemp rope hangs down in the center of the corridor, shaking slightly with the swaying of the surrounding wind chimes.

The third person was leaning against the wall, with his head bowed down, hiding the dense blood scabs in the shadows, his limbs were limp, covered in black and white mourning clothes.

This corpse was put down by Yu Xing himself.

The corridor did not start again, but corpses appeared in front of them again and again—maintaining the posture placed by Yu Xing.

It just leaned there, sending a silent invitation to Yu Xing, as if saying...

You can't seem to get rid of me.

　This volume is very short, it is a transition, maybe only a few chapters.

　　Thank you [Anonymous] for the leader of the reward!

　　
　
(End of this chapter)