Absurd Deduction Game Chapter 332

Chapter 332: System, you are a waste!

The cry for help was like a gust of wind that could dissipate at any moment, so weak that even Yu Xing's hearing couldn't capture it clearly.

This wind has circled in the air several times, and it seems that if you don't pay attention to it, it will become like gravel and cannot be restored to its original shape.

Yu Xing's hair was a little messy because he was chased by the gatekeeper just now, which made him look less "close" than usual, showing a calmness under the irritability, and a rare aggression.

He stopped looking at Carlos. This man had not made any sound since he closed his eyes. He had reason to guess that when Carlos talked to others through the paper, his body did not have to do the same thing.

Someone asks for help...who could it be?

Yu Xing stood up and carefully identified the direction of the cry for help, but to no avail, he had no choice but to endure the dust on the wall and put his ear to it.

Through the transmission of solid media, the cry for help was amplified in an instant. It was a woman's voice, and the characteristics of her voice were different from all the women he had seen in this deduction so far.

Sharp, rapid, crashing.

It's as if a woman is experiencing something terrifying that has broken through her psychological defenses.

Naturally, Yu Xing would not take it for granted that this must be a cry for help from a living person.

The only reason he is so positive is—he has a plot kill coming. The plot kill should be interesting, right?

Any anomaly discovered by him first may be his plot killer.

Yu Xing thought for a while, took an extra piece of paper that Carlos had just folded, and wrote a sentence with a pen.

"There seems to be something wrong. I'll go to the front to take a look. Don't follow me. Send the paper man to me after the half-hour time limit has passed."

He gently put the note in Carlos' hand, then walked out with the Tang Dao.

The blood groove on his blood-stained sword is now about a quarter red. Part of the blood absorbed comes from fish monsters and part from water ghosts. These two guys have indeed consumed some of his resources.

As for plot kills, sometimes plot kills can also result in accidental injuries, so Yu Xing hoped to stay as far away from Carlos as possible before the end of the thirty minutes, so as not to end up with Carlos suffering the consequences.

Yu Xing walked slowly towards the direction where the cry for help came from, and took out a hand to smooth his hair so that it would not block his sight.

As he walked, he found that something was wrong with the surrounding environment. The stone walls were getting lower and lower, and his slender body was not so comfortable in the narrow corridor. In some places, he had to lower his head to walk properly.

This place must be much smaller than when he first entered the maze. Yu Xing felt that he must have walked to some special place.

The wall above his head was getting lower and lower. Feeling the squeezed space, he reluctantly continued to move forward.

A few minutes later, he had to squat before he could leave. Fortunately, the light ahead was more concentrated and did not look like a corridor, so the end point should be around the corner. Yu Xing speeded up and leaned forward. At a certain moment, the pressure eased, and the narrow corridor came to an end, bringing him into a larger square room.

In an instant, the cry for help disappeared, as if it had achieved its goal and didn't even bother to pretend.

The light is no longer brought by the night pearls. There are torches burning around the square room. I don't know when they started burning, lighting up the square room red.

He raised his head slightly and glanced at the new place, a flash of excitement suddenly flashed in his eyes.

He seemed to have arrived at a showroom of art works from many years ago.

—The reason why I say this is because there are several large and round heads hanging in this square room.

They were not specimens, Yu Xing could tell at a glance. The various heads on the wall with closed eyes, open eyes, long dead and recently dead all had their eyes open, staring blankly into the distance, or maybe said, staring at the door.

The heads on the wall flickered in and out of light, their expressions somewhat gloomy and because they were hung unsteadily, they swayed slightly in the air.

The cry for help just now was most likely coming from their mouths.

Yu Xing did not go forward first. He retained his interest in the heads and investigated the torches first.

The torch is complete and old, with no trace of burning except for the accumulation of dust.

He could already see the burning torch while looking at it from a distance in the corridor. Logically speaking, the burning marks on the torch should be very heavy. Could it be that this torch is actually a fake thing because of the maze, so it can be used at any time? Burn anywhere, no restrictions?

If the torches are fake, then this square room that looks like a secret room really has nothing to do with it.

Yu Xing's enthusiasm has not diminished. He believes that there must be a reason for the emergence of this secret room.

After looking at the torches, he finally came to the wall of human heads and raised his head to look at them.

The heads were arranged neatly, but their fractures were not aligned. They were not severed by sharp weapons, but seemed to have been directly twisted off. Even across the distance of time and space, Yu Xing could feel the cruelty of the instigator.

The hair on these heads was very long, but it was not the long hair that he had seen before that was disheveled and used to cover the face. Instead, it was carefully tied and tied into a bun at the back of the head, somewhat like an ancient soldier.

These people may have existed when the tomb was built. Now, in this maze, their faces have not turned into a pile of carrion over time, leaving only skeletons in the end. Instead, they have been preserved as lifelike as if they were the next moment. He could smile and say hello to Yu Xing.

Yu Xing lowered his eyes and looked at the heads at the same height as his own eyes, and found that they didn't look like soldiers either. They were indescribably weird, like... as if they were from all walks of life, with sallow faces and thin muscles. There are also rich ones, some fierce ones, and some bookish ones.

Some looked to be in their fifties, with wrinkled faces and dark skin, like farmers; some were in their teens, with thin skin and tender flesh, probably a young master from a wealthy family.

They don't look like soldiers, but rather like... burial companions.

Yu Xing crossed these two words in his mind and looked at the wall of heads again. His feeling was different.

The demon path is a bit too much, and you have to bring so many people together to die.

He remembered that Yaodao built the tomb for the purpose of resurrection and to avoid interference from certain forces. Since she knew that she would live again, why did she kill so many people?

Yu Xing took a few steps back and counted the heads.

On this wall alone, there are one hundred and thirty-four heads.

This can only mean one thing.

In Yaodao's plan, so many people need to die to ensure her resurrection.

He also remembered the diary of Uncle Zhang. In that diary, he wrote that the Ghostly Sinking Tree was a giant tree covered with human heads. If the wall of human heads in the square room did not exist, then the real location of these heads should be The ghost has fallen into the tree.

In other words, killing so many people is all to fertilize the ghost tree?

Yu Xing made a "tsk" sound.

He was basically certain that the demon must have discovered some kind of ability of Gui Chenshu and wanted to use it to complete the resurrection, or to complete resurrections again and again, so he built this tomb and occupied the "treasure land" first , leaving some powerful monsters as guards to prevent future generations from competing with her.

The growth of the ghost tree requires nutrients and time. According to the shape of the ghost tree in Grandpa's diary, the ghost tree should have been a seedling more than 1,200 years ago.

So the order of the whole thing should be that the demon path found the sapling of the ghost Chen tree, discovered the power of the ghost Chen tree and used it to bring disaster to one party. He was killed by the princes and then resurrected, completely resounding the name of the demon path, and then A tomb palace was built in Chongyin Mountain to trap the ghost-sinking tree, and then living people were used to water the ghost-sinking tree to make it grow.

Although it is said in legend that the Ghost Chenshu cannot be approached and will die if you approach it, as its cultivator, Demon Dao has its power, so it may be a special case.

Yao Dao probably never imagined that a fake square room would allow this hateful tomb robber to see so much information. If she had known, she probably wouldn't have done anything unnecessary.

Yu Xing walked around the square room again. He didn't think the purpose of existence here was to send him information, so he was waiting for the plot to kill. All the conditions are met, lonely, strange, and so many people.

If the plot kill is not enough, then it is too much, and Yu Xing will definitely call the system a waste.

Perhaps the system heard this **** sentence he muttered silently, and the torch suddenly reacted.

The brightness and extinction of light and shadow suddenly increased. There was obviously no wind, but the flames shook violently, making people's eyes uncomfortable.

The same goes for the ropes hanging human heads. The heads swung left and right one by one and collided with similar ones around them, making a dull sound. Some of them even started to spin due to such collisions.

The firelight shone on the head, casting a huge and ferocious shadow of the head on the wall. Several walls were covered with such terrifying light and shadow. It was chaotic and clawing, and everything seemed out of control.

The tip of Yu Xing's nose passed by a strong smell of blood, as well as the smell of resentment and decay.

The sound of voices came to his ears, louder and softer, overlapping, as if there were a thousand mosquitoes performing a three-dimensional surround sound around his head.

“Here comes a new fertilizer…”

"I'm quite good-looking. Why didn't I have such a skin when I was alive?"

“Hehehehe... No matter how good the skin is, it will rot in the ground, and that woman will not be soft-hearted.”

"Shh... don't mention her. She has been coming more often recently. I really don't want to see her. She reminds me of my ears that I still don't know where to go."

“It's in her belly, hahaha! You don't need ears now anyway, you can't hear anything.”

Yu Xing raised his eyes and found that all the heads were focused on him.

"Come on, come on." The young man with thin skin and tender flesh said with a smile, "Join us, you don't know how tired I am of watching them."

People around him scolded it, and within a few seconds they started laughing again: "Come on, now that you are here we can grow taller and see farther!"

Yu Xing raised his eyebrows, feeling an attraction pulling him forward.

The wall that seemed normal just now suddenly had many branches-like lines sticking out. Yu Xing took two steps back, and those branches continued to drill out.

The heads laughed wildly, making him have a headache.

He had a headache and was in a bad mood, so the heads laughed for a while, and then heard a low, magnetic and calm voice saying: "Why are you laughing? Are you happy to be hung on a tree?"

The heads' laughter stopped abruptly.

"You guys are so miserable. It's the first time I've seen such ghosts who can take pleasure in suffering. Other ghosts should learn from you and be tolerant of the people who killed you, and then appreciate your own death and repair your skin. And happy." Yu Xing smiled evilly, "Oh, I forgot, you don't even have a body, so others can't learn it."

　　Head: “…”

are you human.

I have to say that Yu Xing successfully brought back their sad things. Originally, they were also victims, and Yu Xing didn't want to treat them like this, but they, the victims, turned into scoundrels who helped the evildoers.

Yu Xing found that the attraction was even greater. He moved forward involuntarily, and was less than one meter away from the branch sticking out of the wall.

He held the Tang Dao tightly, changed his posture to stabilize his lower body, and then slashed the branch with the knife.

The branches shrank back as if frightened, but Yu Xing's pupils involuntarily dilated. He knew very well that his knife could not leave any wounds on these thin branches!

This should be the outermost branch of the ghost tree. I don't know how many levels it has to be divided into to be so thin.

If it is the main trunk or the first-level branch or the second-level branch, it is probably thicker than him.

But he couldn't chop down even the thin outer branches. Is Gui Chenshu so strong?

For the first time, Yu Xing felt that there was a "ghost" that would make him feel powerless. He even imagined that if he was pulled into the ghost tree, even if he could be resurrected, he would be imprisoned in the tree again and again. death.

His resurrection ability may not be an advantage at this time, but a kind of crushing torture.

In other words...in front of Gui Chenshu, he really couldn't die. He would die once and that would be it.

This is really—

It's so delightful.

Yu Xing looked at the thin branches. There were no leaves on the dry branches, as if living things could not grow on them.

His slash with the knife was of no use, but it succeeded in causing the attraction to stagnate for a moment.

Taking advantage of this gap, Yu Xing stepped back a few meters and took a moment to look at the countdown.

The plot kill within thirty minutes is now the twenty-fifth minute.

Of course, the system only said it would appear within thirty minutes, and did not say it would end within thirty minutes. Even if the time passed, he still had to survive the crisis on his own.

The important thing is that for him, in this plot kill, the mortality rate is 50%.

Even people like Yu Xing have a 50% mortality rate. It seems that the system can't find anything. It can only draw a false space for Gui Chenshu to appear.

Yu Xing's avoidance made the heads go crazy. They clamored and shouted, asking Yu Xing to accompany them quickly.

Yu Xing was happy because he finally found something that threatened him besides actors.

Only something that can truly put him into a state of catastrophe is worthy of his full response.

But when he was about to continue to hide and look for where the 50% chance of survival was, he suddenly felt something in his heart.

A familiar, very unpleasant breath was surging out of his body, with a faint tendency to explode.

The dark mist flowed out of his heart like a cocoon, and then blended into the surrounding light and shadow like crazy, surrounding the firelight and making it extremely dim.

The coldness passed into his internal organs, Yu Xing shivered, and was almost caught by a branch. He once again used the Tang knife to push the branch back a little, and then covered the corners of his mouth and nose that were bleeding.

He felt the power of the curse that suddenly began to manifest at this time, and finally cursed the system.

“We agreed to suppress it, but two copies will explode twice? Are you a waste!”

(End of this chapter)

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