Absurd Deduction Game Chapter 746

Chapter 746 I really want to live

There may be something wrong with the flow of time in the Yin and Yang Corridor. After Yu Xing entered the room, he felt depressed and drowsy.

Simply waiting for someone, with nothing to do, makes you feel sleepy.

His eyes were half-closed, and he was about to fall asleep on the Eight Immortals Table. The jingling lights on Yi Qing's body not only stopped making noise at this time, but also helped him fall asleep.

"Oh, I really don't know how to enjoy it." Yiqing looked at the back of his head, shook his head unbearably, and scratched the rim of the cup with the cup lid, "You can't find this tea in the outside world, it's only found in Yin Yang City. Immortality 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 lingered in his mouth, and he took two seconds to swallow it, covering his heart.

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

Yu Xing fell asleep.

　　Not completely asleep, but with my eyes closed, I fell into a state where I could wake up at any time.

Yiqing shook him twice, then silently got off him. He noticed something was wrong and murmured: "Why are you so sleepy?"

Logically speaking, since Yu Xing is already in this state, it won't matter how many days without sleeping, and the test in the first section of the corridor is more of a test of character and thinking, and there is no place where power is needed.

The green-shooting ghost was spinning around in the air, thinking constantly - Yu Xing should come in full of energy, quarrel with him after seeing him, or blackmail him into telling some secrets of Yin Yang City, and then start thinking about how to face the actor later. .

But why did you fall asleep?

injured? I don't smell blood.

Frustrated? There is nothing in this copy that can frustrate Yu Xing.

Yiqing couldn't help but poke at the system.

His communication with the system has never required sounds, only thoughts: "What did you do to him?"

The system has become less and less funny since a year ago, and it may not necessarily respond to him. This time, the system did, and threw him a question mark.

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

　　【Have you forgotten, he just reconnected with me, and the first and only function I restored to him is the ghost contract between him and you. 】

　　【Other than that, I didn't do anything to him, and you'd better not find trouble or get into trouble with me. 】

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

It's just that since it wasn't the system that caused the problem, Yu Xing had consumed too much mental energy without knowing it and couldn't hold on anymore?

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

Yu Xing couldn't bear it any longer. Without opening his eyes, he said in a deep voice: "...Move aside."

I am concerned about you! Yi Qing was so angry that he was speechless, but seeing that Yu Xing was tired, he didn't bother him and ran aside, the imperial concubine lay down and waited for someone else.

Without the feeling of hot and cold, Yu Xing changed his position and lay down, his head was in chaos.

This sleepiness came so fiercely that Yu Xing had no time to think about why, nor did he want to resist, so he just let himself fall into a trance dream.

The buildings in the dream are all with 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 and reflecting bright things.

Funeral music was heard playing in the city, gold and silver papers were flying in the sky, and when the dark wind blew, the papers spontaneously burned into ashes in the air.

"Life is big, death is big, life and death are big - obsession is gone!" The old man was sitting cross-legged on the street, with a fortune-telling stall in front of him. The funeral procession passed by the old man, and all the mourners looked at the old man. .

　　One, two, three... Countless paper-throwing people were either crying or laughing, holding paper musical instruments in their hands, and jumping up and down with two lumps of bright red painted on their pale faces.

They looked at the old man while carrying the coffin and sedan chair. They did not look back until they could no longer see the old man after twisting their necks 180 degrees.

The old man was shaking his legs on the ground, as if he was used to it, but he sat stiffly and wanted to change his position. As soon as he raised his buttocks, his head rolled off his neck. Snoring...roll to the center of the fortune-telling Bagua array.

The body was motionless, and the head was motionless as well. The expression on his face was still content, but it was already dead.

There is no one else in this huge street except the old man.

Yu Xing was unable 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 were washing clothes in basins.

They squatted down and scooped water in an orderly manner. There was no expression on their faces at all. They were more indifferent than puppets. The red lucky bags hanging on their chests swayed with their movements. One of them was not tied tightly, and the opening was open, revealing A strand of black hair.

“Another one is alive.” The woman said suddenly.

Another woman copied and pasted, listening to the gradually approaching funeral ditty, and slowly repeated: "Another one is alive."

The two of them suddenly stopped and said to Heihe, "I really want to live."

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

There was a splash, the water splash was not big, and the two women never came up again.

The funeral procession paraded along the streets of the city.

While passing an inn, someone on the second floor along the street opened the window and carefully leaned out. His long hair was tied behind his head, revealing a face that was very familiar to Yu Xing.

His hazy consciousness in his dream suddenly became clearer and he recognized the person.

Qu title Qing?

Why did she open the window?

The funeral procession was coming soon, and the old man who had lost his head suddenly appeared in Yu Xing's mind. He didn't care when he had a physical form in his dream, so he grabbed a broken wooden sign on the ground and mercilessly Throw it at Qu Xianqing.

Qu Xianqing, who was pushing the window, first looked over when he heard the sound and met his gaze. He was stunned and did not dodge the thrown object. He was thrown firmly into his forehead and retreated while covering his head.

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

Yu Xing breathed a sigh of relief. At this moment, the funeral procession came, and he later 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 man stopped beating the gong, and all the paper men looked at him strangely.

die.

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

It is a dream.

It's just a dream…

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

Where did the news come from?

It seemed as if someone had pounced on him, suppressing him and making him breathless.

The dream is at stake, Yu Xing's brain is getting clearer and clearer, and his body's senses are becoming more and more obvious.

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

Yu Xing opened his eyes suddenly and shook off the oppression above his head.

He saw Zhao Yijiu retracting his hand, still in a protective posture. Not far away, the actor seemed to be trying to get closer but was blocked, with a leisurely smile on his face.

Yiqing was lying on the imperial concubine's couch watching a play, when he took out a handful of melon seeds from somewhere.

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

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

"We're all here." When he spoke, he still sounded hoarse from sleep. Yu Xing sat up straight, pulled Zhao Yijiao behind him, and looked at the actor, "You want me to come and play with you, but you come even slower than me." , haven't seen you for a while, that's it.”

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

(End of this chapter)

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