The sky is drizzling, without sunlight, and layers of gray clouds are evenly spread in the air, making everything fall into a lifeless tone.

When Yu Xing opened his eyes in his sleep, he saw such a disgraceful scene.

The streets and alleys in front of me are simple and old, narrow and cramped, with white money floating everywhere in the shops on both sides. The plaques are written with extremely directed words such as "funeral service" and "sweat hearse". Some shops have black and white portraits hanging at the doors, and the white faces, which are old or green, show dignified smiles, and they look at him directly.

He was sitting at the entrance of the alley, and the sound of suona came faintly from the end of the alley, accompanied by a number of unremitting howlings, and attached to his collar with the cold wind.

It seems that Yu Xing came to a funeral alley somewhere.

But……

The decoration style of this alley is a bit retro, just like a street scene from 20 or 30 years ago.

He looked down at himself. The warm down jacket had disappeared. Instead, it was replaced by a pure white long gown. The long gown was old and the cuffs were easily worn and faded. It showed a color that was weaker than pure white. It was not easy to see without careful observation.

The lower body is covered with white pants and a pair of simple flat cloth shoes. Like a long gown, it looks like I have been wearing it for a long time, washed and rubbed, and patched the seams.

Apart from this miserable white outfit, he did not bring in all his belongings, and only a small red cloth bag hung around his waist.

Zhao Yijiu and Zhao Ruru were not in Yu Xing's sight. After observing himself in the distance, he looked around again, but did not find his teammate. Instead, he saw a small stool at the door of the nearest shop, with an old man wearing a vest and wide pants.

Is it an NPC?

Seeing Yu Xing wake up, the old man looked at him with a pipe, shook his head, and sighed with a smile: "I can't go back, young man, I can't go back."

Yu Xing was not in a hurry and asked with a smile: "Old sir, what did you say?"

"I said, if you enter this ghost alley, you will die. You will not be able to go back to the world again! Young man, look back."

Yu Xing cooperated and turned his head to look, and saw that the exit of the alley that was supposed to lead to other roads was blocked tightly by a wall, without a trace of gap.

In other words, he was trapped and had no other way out unless he walked to the end of the street.

But this is not bad news for him. The rule of death parallel line is to complete the task in stages. He has to find the task target in the scene and then go to the next stage.

This alley has always been the first stage scene. It cut off a path for him, but instead ruled out the choice of wasting time for him. As long as he walks along the front, he can find what he needs to do.

Yu Xing stood up from the ground and patted the spider webs stuck to the corner of the wall with his long gown, looking polite and casual: "It's not a big deal, old sir, I want to ask, have you seen anyone else mistakenly enter here except me?"

Two beads hung on the small bag the size of a palm on his waist, colliding with each other as he stood up, making a slight sound.

The old man looked at him for a moment, his eyes lingered on the small bag, and only saw the word "ghost" embroidered correctly.

"It turned out to be a little guy who was tangled in. Cough cough cough..." The old man choked on smoking, covered his chest and coughed. After a while, he was relieved, "A man of the same age as you, has already come two or three. Isn't he looking for a way out? Cough cough cough cough... I'll delay for another two days and I'll die. You might as well stay here to accompany me, the old man, and I can give you some food."

As Yu Xing woke up, the barrage in his live broadcast room became active. He had been discussing the atmosphere of scene setting before. At this time, when he heard the old man's words, he was so happy to watch the excitement. People who didn't observe carefully spoke:

[This is a reminder? This old man definitely knows a lot, talk to him!]

[Luckily, I was calm. I was shocked when I followed him in sight. This old man was so distorted]

[No, the old man obviously wants to keep Xun, but Xun can't go to Zhao Ruru and Lengjiu?]

[Sit up with the elderly, eat something, get clues, and be happy]

"It seems that someone has come recently. Thank you for the reminder." Yu Xing seemed to have not heard the old man's dissuasion, and he was even less likely to see what the barrage was saying. His eyes slid across the old man's neck on a circle of black marks, and he moved away without hesitation.

"You will be hungry when you go in." The old man also put a pair of cloth shoes on his feet, rubbing the soles on the dusty floor a few times. He saw that Yu Xing didn't intend to stay, and said, "It's not a good ending for being entangled... Let's go on the road after dinner."

Yu Xing smiled gratefully, like a young man who was refusing his elders' kindness: "No, I'm not hungry."

The old man stared at him, and after a while, he spat out a cigarette with his pipe, sat on the stool and hummed an untuned little song, as if he didn't plan to pay attention to him anymore.

"Then I'll say goodbye. I have something to do here. I'll burn some good cigarettes for you another day." He nodded slightly to the old man, and Yu Xing looked at the funeral shop that could not be seen in the alley and walked a few steps forward.

[He refused??]

[It's a pity to miss out on such a good opportunity to inquire about the news. Although it seems not necessary now, it may slow down the progress]

[My God, you can shut up if you are upstairs. Can’t you tell the old man is weird?]

[The handsome guy watched it much more clearly than you guys who didn’t use their brains. Of course he didn’t agree to it. This is a death parallel line, not those little live broadcasts that are unpopular. I beg you to watch it. Don’t lower the barrage IQ?]

[Didn't you hear it? Fortunately, I said "burn some for you another day", and he pointed out the key points, and he thought the old man was a dead person]

[I seem to see traces on the old man’s neck]

[real?]

Yu Xing's white cloth shoes stepped on the dusty stone brick road, making no sound. However, after walking for more than ten steps, he seemed to hear an old sigh.

Turning back, the old man just now was gone, leaving only a small stool that was empty, with a layer of ashes that had been accumulated for a long time.

A cloth shoe was tilted beside the stool, and a drop of dried blood solidified on the toe.

"..." Yu Xing's eyes moved, and he was indeed right. The old man would have died long ago. If he agreed to stay with him, he might not even be able to hold on for two or three days. If he did not use the sacrifices to escape, he would probably be the word "death".

As for what you eat, the food you are talking about, I can’t even know it’s normal.

This deduction is different from all the deductions he experienced before. It is plain, but it seems that a crisis will come inadvertently.

At this moment, he accelerated his pace and walked towards the direction the suona was coming.

The road was filled with wreaths and flower baskets. I don’t know who died, but they actually reported the funeral on the funeral street. The flower baskets they received were one after another, connecting the entire street.

The sorrow and joy are not as sad as in this world, but rather revealing indescribable weirdness.

Yu Xing listened carefully, and even heard a hint of pleasure and reconciliation of hatred in the music.

The appearance of the old man is not just a trap. He told Yu Xing not to enter this street, which to some extent also represents his position, that is, the old man ghost and something on the street are in an opposition.

He also said that Yu Xing was "hidden in by ghosts", and he didn't know what it meant.

While secretly remembering the information revealed by the old man's words, Yu Xing carefully observed the shop behind the wreath, hoping to find traces of living people coming. At least Zhao Yijiu and Zhao Ruru should not be too far away from him.

However, except for the old man at the entrance of the alley, no shop owner appeared, and they were all unattended.

From time to time, a corner of the shroud is stretched out from various stores, swaying with the wind. If you are not careful, you will be seen as a living person being hung on the beam and swinging.

The shelves in the shop were filled with paper money, gold paper-folded ingots, and white paper flowers were worn in strings. Next to the shelf, a paper man with a big face painted with inferior pigments stared at the big eyes, stood there stiffly, staring outside.

There were coffins next to some paper men. Yu Xing did not go into the store to check it out, but walked along the alley and was closer to the end of the alley. The crying sounds gradually became clear. He paid attention to the surrounding shops while listening to some words.

“Woo woo woo woo…”

"You died so miserably...hahahaha..."

"Boss Liu, we all welcome you..."

"You are finally here, my son and I are waiting for you!"

“Woo woo woo woo…”

Every sentence of crying sounds really sincere. It is not an exaggeration to describe it as crying. Just carefully correct the lines. Those who hear the crying have been waiting for a long time and gloating.

Insert an app: A perfect replica of the old version of the Book Chasing Artifact that can be changed from source—.

After hearing this for a long time, Yu Xing couldn't help but want to tease him: "Oh, I seem to be quite happy?"

“Woooo, Liu”

Just as he murmured, the crying silenced, and the suona suddenly stopped, as if he had heard his voice, and they all died.

Yu Xing was a little surprised.

No, he said softly, and he could be heard even if he was so far away?

He couldn't help but concentrate and listened carefully to the movements at the end of the alley. A series of footsteps went from far to near, and rushed. Yu Xing could only feel a huge malice coming towards him. His expression calmed down and he quickly hid behind the wreath.

The footsteps were getting closer and closer, and Yu Xing was still standing there without moving. He felt that his skills should be able to ensure that the things coming were not discovered, but a helpless and anxious voice suddenly sounded in his ears: "Why don't you know how to hide? Come in quickly!"

Then, a thin arm stretched out from behind the wreath, grabbed Yu Xing's arm, and pulled him into the coffin shop next to him with a slightly surprised expression.

The soft long hair poked Yu Xing's neck. He looked up and saw a tired but beautiful face.

This is a young woman, who looks like a twenty-three or four, wearing the same white long gown as him, looking like a funeral, and wearing light makeup, but the makeup is a bit off, making her look less clean, and her temperament looks like a person in the real world.

She quickly pulled Yu Xing and squatted behind the counter, raised her index finger and said "Shush": "Don't make a sound, don't show your head, it's coming."

"Who?" Yu Xing obediently hid his figure, and when he looked into the store, he was a little surprised.

There were not only him and women in the coffin shop. Behind several coffins, there were many pale-faced people. They were also wearing white shirts, some of whom looked teenagers, some of whom were lying down and some were half kneeling, covering themselves tightly. No wonder he didn't see anyone outside the shop.

One of the thin middle-aged men emphasized: "It's a paper man, the paper man is coming! Don't talk!"

Everyone else nodded, as if they were afraid that Yu Xing would make a move, which would make everyone doomed.

Yu Xing knew it and stopped asking for a while. He quietly listened to the sound of footsteps and stopped outside the coffin shop, and his mind was flowing.

Among so many people, none of them are deducers participating in the live broadcast, not to mention that he cannot meet his teammates as soon as he comes in, but instead meets other teams first.

So... these people are all deducing and automatically generated NPCs? Just like Zhou Qinghai, who was tied from the town to the village by Carlos in the coffin village, was confused?

It should be.

He reached a conclusion and heard a very unpleasant voice sounding outside.

"Who is it?" The sharp voice was neither male nor female, with excitement and coldness, "I heard someone talking, who is here?"

The woman who pulled him into the coffin shop looked ugly, and she squatted in place and shrank herself into a ball, and a drop of cold sweat oozed out from her forehead.

Looking at the woman's reaction, Yu Xing knew that the paper people who were talking outside were the ones who were talking to these people.

The sound of footsteps lingered nearby, and for a while, it seemed that they didn't plan to leave.
To be continued...