When salted fish enters the escape game

Chapter 430 Singing
After Jiang Li and Liu Xu finished their meal, they had nothing to do, so they went back to their rooms.

In the previous days, the plot was basically going on every day. When there was a plot, the flow of time was normal.

When there is no plot, it is usually unnecessary, so the flow of time will speed up.

Jiang Li will take advantage of this time to lie down and sleep.

It doesn't matter if you can't sleep, just close your eyes and rest.

She is very interested in such boring and uninteresting things.

Probably no one is more calm than her.

Jiang Li lay on the bed with his eyes closed, time was speeding up, and the night was very dark.

There seemed to be wind noise coming from outside, but other than that, it was extraordinarily quiet.

It stands to reason that the time is almost up, Lin Yingzhuo and the old lady should be back from the palace.

But nothing happened about this matter.

It is probably not important, so it is not shown.

Jiang Li didn't think there would be any problems when showing the plot.

But at this moment, a melodious voice came from outside.

Jiang Li suddenly opened his eyes, but did not move.

She listened to the voice.

Very thin and tactful, the tone is very like a woman singing some ditty.

In the middle of the night, who doesn't sleep and sings?
Is it too free?

Jiang Li didn't intend to take care of it.

Anyway, the sound feels quite far away. I can't tell where it is coming from. It seems to exist in the void, just like the 3D stereo surround sound in the real world, and it feels like it is in every direction.

It's just a little song, it should be a personal hobby.

Anyway, she can't sleep very well, she sings whenever she likes, and doesn't scare anyone.

It's okay to just listen to it casually and pass the time.

It's just that the voice is too low, and I can't hear what the word is.

Fly in the ointment.

But judging by the accent, the song is still good.

Jiang Li was quietly admiring the accent.

But suddenly, the voice was much closer.

She also heard better.

She opened her eyes, frowned, and sat up from the bed.

Just for a moment, the voice became extraordinarily clear.

clear to...

As if it came from outside the door!
Jiang Li turned his head and looked towards the door.

Half of the ancient wooden doors are made of paper.

The white paper, falling into the frame, can easily reflect some shadows outside.

Jiang Li saw that at some point, a shadow appeared on the door.

The shadow was still restless, dangling outside.

And the tune became more and more clear.

She can recognize the words sung by the other party.

"The mandarin duck tiles are cold and frosty, and the emerald quilts are cold and cold. Whoever shares the coldness of the emerald. You have been separated for many years, and the soul has never come to dream..."

This word is a bit familiar.

Jiang Li thought about it and suddenly realized.

Oh, isn't this "Song of Everlasting Sorrow"?

Written by Tang Dynasty poets.

If Jiang Li remembers correctly, this is the Great Wei Dynasty, right?

The history she studied in the real world, the Wei Dynasty or the Tang Dynasty, who came earlier?

Her academic performance is so good, if I remember correctly, it is Tang Dynasty.

Do the dead in the Wei Dynasty still know the words of the Tang Dynasty?
Really trendy!
However, the capital of Great Wei has become Chang'an...

It seems that this dynasty cannot be counted according to what she learned in the real world.

It should be something that happened in an overhead dynasty.

Although the dynasties are empty, the cultures are still interconnected.

Once Jiang Li's thinking diverged, it wasted some time.

The figure outside had stopped shaking.

Looking at the shadow reflected on the window, the other party seems to have sat down.

Just sit in the courtyard.

But the singing continued.

"The hairpin keeps one share and one fan, and the hairpin breaks the gold and shares the tin. But the teaching heart is as strong as the gold tin, and the heaven and the earth will meet..."

Jiang Li thought about it, got out of bed, and decided to go out to see what was going on.

In the middle of the night, this situation suddenly appeared, maybe there is something wrong.

"Farewell and kindly resend the words, in which there is an oath between two hearts. On July [-]th, in the Hall of Longevity, when no one whispers in the middle of the night..."

Jiang Li walked to the door, opened the door and thought to himself, fortunately, it was her who heard the singing, not Ji Xiaoyu or others.

Otherwise, this underworld-like tone and atmosphere, I don't know who will scare to death.

"Squeak..."

Jiang Li opened the door.

And the people outside also sang the last line.

"I would like to be a lovebird in the sky, and a branch in the earth. The sky will last forever, and this hatred will last forever."

Jiang Li looked at the figure sitting in the courtyard, thought about it, clapped his hands, and said very appreciatively, "The singing is very emotional."

Although she does not understand this feeling.

The figure was sitting sideways to her, the white skirt was spread on the floor, the outer shirt was as thin as a cicada's wings, the long black hair hung straight down without any restraint, and the long hair reached the waist.

Wufa blocked her profile, and Jiang Li couldn't get a glimpse of her face for the time being.

But after she spoke, the other party should have heard it.

After a while, she turned her head slightly.

Jiang Li also boldly took a few steps forward, meeting her dark eyes.

She paused, she looked like catkins!

It's just that she wears a blue dress during the day, and the hem of the skirt will not be dragged to the ground. It is said that she finds it troublesome and difficult to move.

She doesn't like such a long skirt very much.

Moreover, her face was pale, without a trace of blood.

But her lips were extraordinarily bright red.

Red as if dripping blood.

On this pale face, it was extraordinarily glaring and disharmonious.

Her dark eyes did not have any emotion or ups and downs, like a dead person.

Oh, almost forgot.

No matter how lively and interesting they are during the day, in fact, they are a bunch of dead people!
Jiang Li walked towards her.

"If you don't sleep at night, what are you doing singing ditties?"

Liu Xu's bright red lips moved slightly, and she answered the question in a hoarse voice: "It's you."

"Huh?" Jiang Li sat down across from her generously: "Why, with your appearance, do you remember who I am?"

Liu Xu's dark eyes turned stiffly, looked at her, and stared at her.

If it were someone else, I would be scared to death.

But Jiang Li was not panicked, and even chatted with her leisurely, relaxed.

"You haven't come for a long time." Liu Xu said hoarsely.

Jiang Li said frankly: "Oh, I must have lost my memory, so I have never been here."

"Amnesia?"

Liu Xu repeated these two words stiffly, still staring at her, but did not speak.

Jiang Li also looked at her for a while, looked up and down a few times, and asked, "As an evil spirit, is this the way you are stiff? It feels worse than the NPC's state."

"No." Liu Xu said, "The real me will only appear after the plot is over. Now that I have become like this, I am just forcing the plot."

"You have worked so hard, not only have to go during the day, but also continue at night."

Liu Xu: "..."

(End of this chapter)