absurd deduction game.

Chapter 746 I really want to live

There might be a problem with the flow of time in the Yin-Yang corridor. After Yu Xing entered the room, he felt stuffy and drowsy.

Simply waiting for someone, with nothing to do, sleepiness comes up.

He squinted his eyes halfway, and was about to fall asleep lying on the Eight Immortals table. The jingling on Yiqing's body was not only not noisy at this time, but actually helped sleep.

"Oh, I really don't know how to enjoy it." Yiqing looked at the back of his head, shook his head unbearably, and scraped the rim of the cup with the lid, "This tea can't be found outside, it's only available in Yin Yang City Longevity tea!"

Yu Xing asked lazily, "Can you live forever if you drink it?"

Before Yiqing could answer, Yu Xing continued: "How long have you been dead, even if you live forever, it's none of your business."

"..." A sip of tea couldn't get up or down in his mouth, and Yiqing swallowed it for two more seconds, covering his heart.

The temperament of a gentle scholar was worn away by the action of grinding his teeth. He put down his teacup, and lay on Yu Xing's back like a ghost behind his back: "What do you mean, want to fight?"

Yu Xing fell asleep.

It's not completely dead asleep, it's just closing your eyes and falling into a state where you can wake up at any time.

Yiqing shook him twice, got off the person silently, sensed something was wrong, and murmured: "Why are you so sleepy?"

It stands to reason that Yu Xing is in this state, and it won't affect anything if he doesn't sleep for a few days, and the test in the first section of the corridor is more about testing his heart and thinking, and there is no place that requires power output.

Sheqing ghost was circling in the air, thinking constantly——Yu Xing should come in full of energy, bicker with him after seeing him, or threaten him to tell some secrets of Yinyang City, and then start to think about how to deal with it later actor.

But why did he fall asleep?

injured?I didn't smell blood.

Mentally frustrated?There is nothing in this dungeon that can frustrate Yu Xing.

Yiqing couldn't help poking the system.

His communication with the system has always required no sound, only thoughts: "What did you do to him?"

The system has become less and less funny since a year ago, and it is not certain that it will respond to him, but this time the system is there, throwing him a question mark.

【? 】

"Look at him, why is he so listless? Didn't you sneak up and trip him up?" Yi Qing said.

【…】

[Did you forget that he just reconnected with me, and the first and only function I restored to him was his ghost contract with you. 】

[Other than that, I didn't do anything to him, and you'd better not find fault with me, and don't make me bad. 】

After being scolded by the system, Yiqing ended the communication indifferently. Anyway, every time he was restrained by the system, he had to scold the system openly, so he was not afraid of the system.

It's just that since it wasn't the system that caused the trip, Yu Xing exhausted his mental energy and couldn't hold it when he didn't know it?

He just floated left and right like a ghost, and every time his nihilistic body passed through Yu Xing, it brought a chill to Yu Xing.

Yu Xing couldn't bear it anymore, without opening his eyes, he said in a low voice, "...you move on one side."

I am concerned about you!Yiqing was so angry that he was very polite, but seeing that Yu Xing was tired, he didn't bother him, and ran to the side where the imperial concubine lay down on the bed waiting for someone.

Without the hot and cold touch, Yu Xing changed his posture and lay on his stomach, his head was full of chaos.

This drowsiness came so fiercely that Yu Xing didn't have time to think about why, and didn't want to rise up to resist, letting himself fall into a trance dream.

The buildings in the dream are all white walls and black tiles, like the legendary water town in the south of the Yangtze River. The city full of ancient charm is surrounded by a black lake. The surface of the lake is sparkling, reflecting bright things.

Funeral tunes were heard in the city, gold and silver papers were flying all over the sky, and when the wind blew, the papers spontaneously ignited into ashes in the air.

"Life is also great, death is also great, and life and death are also great—get rid of the obsession!" The old man sat cross-legged on the side of the street, with a fortune-telling booth in front of him, the funeral procession passed by the old man, and all the mourners looked at the old man go.

One, two, three... Countless paper piercers were crying or laughing, holding paper instruments in their hands, with two bright red spots painted on their pale faces, bouncing around.

While carrying the coffin and sedan chair forward, they looked at the old man. They didn't look back until their necks were twisted 180 degrees and the old man could no longer be seen.

The old man was shaking his legs on the ground, as if he was used to it, but he sat stiff and wanted to change his position. As soon as he lifted his buttocks, his head rolled off his neck.

Hurring... roll to the center of the fortune-telling gossip array.

The body was motionless, and the head was also motionless, and the expression on the face was still contented, but it was already dead.

In such a big street, there is no one else except the old man.

Yu Xing failed to find his own position in the dream, he followed the "camera" to another place as if he was watching a video.

By the Black River, two women wash clothes with basins in their arms.

They squatted down and scooped water in a regular manner, with no expression on their faces, more indifferent than puppets, the red lucky bags hanging on their chests flickered with their movements, one of them was not fastened, and the opening opened, revealing A strand of black hair.

"Another one lived." The woman said suddenly.

The other woman copied and pasted, listening to the funeral ditty that was approaching, and slowly repeated: "Another one lived."

The two stopped their movements suddenly, and said to Heihe, "I really want to live too."

They stood up, with strange smiles on their expressionless faces, and the next moment, they fell straight into the water.

There was a splash, the water splashed slightly, and the two women never came up again.

The funeral procession paraded down the streets of the city.

When passing an inn, someone opened the window on the second floor along the street, leaned out cautiously, with long hair tied behind his head, revealing a face that Yu Xing was very familiar with.

His muddled consciousness in the dream suddenly became a little clearer, and he recognized the person.

Qu title green?
Why did she open the window?
The funeral procession was coming soon, and the old man with his head dropped suddenly appeared in Yu Xing's mind. He didn't care when he had a reality in his dream, so he grabbed a broken wooden sign on the ground and mercilessly Throw it at Qu Yanqing.

Qu Lianqing, who was pushing the window, heard the voice and looked over first, and met his gaze. He didn't dodge the thrown object for a moment, and was thrown firmly on the forehead, covering his head and backing away.

The next second, another hand stretched out from the room and closed the window.

Yu Xing heaved a sigh of relief, and at this moment the funeral procession came, and he belatedly realized that he was standing in the middle of the street.

He turned his head and saw that the entire funeral procession had stopped because of his obstruction, the leading paper figurine stopped beating the gong, and all the paper figurines looked at him strangely.

death.

The feeling of death was overwhelmed, Yu Xing's head fell to the ground, his perspective turned a few times, and he rolled to the corner. He also saw his body in the middle of the street, pulled aside by the paper man, and discarded like garbage.

is a dream.

just a dream...

Yu Xing knew this deeply, and also knew that his thinking would be so dull only in dreams.

Where did the wind come from?
It was as if someone had jumped on him, pinning him down, leaving him a little out of breath.

The dream was in jeopardy, Yu Xing's brain became more and more clear, and his body's senses became more and more obvious.

He seemed to be really suppressed by something, he heard Zhao Yijiu's indifferent and gloomy voice above his head: "Don't get close to him."

Yu Xing opened his eyes suddenly, shaking off the pressure on his head.

He saw Zhao Yijiu withdrew his hand, still in the posture of protecting him, not far away, the actor seemed to want to approach but was blocked, with a calm smile on his face.

Yiqing was lying on the imperial concubine's bed watching a play, and found a handful of melon seeds from nowhere.

"..." Yu Xing rubbed his temples, surprised by the meaning of the dream just now, suppressed all his thoughts, and began to deal with the scene in front of him.

I don't know how long I slept...

"It's all here." Yu Xing was still hoarse when he opened his mouth. He sat up straight, pulled Zhao Yijiu behind him, and looked at the actor, "You want me to come and play with you, but you come here slower than me , I haven't seen you for a while, so it's so late."

The actor chuckled: "Yes, our young master is getting better and better."

(End of this chapter)