wisps of ghostly ghost energy poured out from the coffin, almost blocking Yu Xing's sight. He heard several harsh ghost screams coming from the coffin, and his muscles tensed, ready to run away at any time.

 Fortunately, these ghost spirits are not endless. They quickly disappear in the air after leaving the coffin, as if they were only stored by someone to scare people.

Yu Xing raised his eyebrows and noticed that the man in white's movements were speeding up. He reached out and touched Liu Xue's coffin based on his feeling. Sure enough, there was no body in the coffin. He picked up a hard object in his hand.

The coffins of the master, butler and Liu Bingxian were all empty. He quickly gave up. When the hand of the nearest man in white had already touched his shoulder, he ducked, stepped on the coffin wall to use his strength, jumped up, said sorry, and then rushed in.

into his own moldy coffin.

He took out the thick coffin lid, lay down, and closed himself up.

Before losing the light completely, he took the opportunity to take a look at the thing he got from Liu Xue's coffin - it was a piece of red fingernail.

 The deduction prompt appears only at this time.

 【You have obtained the key item "Recalling Snow", which can be put into the ghost bag】

Pinching his fingernails and stuffing them into the red cloth bag hanging on his waist, Yu Xing heard several slaps coming from above the coffin, causing the entire coffin to shake.

 He ​​stretched out his hand to hold the coffin lid to prevent it from shifting due to the tremors.

 A few seconds later...

 The sound of slapping receded further and further away like a tide, and the surrounding area fell into silence.

It was a complete dead silence that was enough to give people the illusion of deafness.

The coffin is obviously still the same coffin, filled with a musty smell. Because it is airtight, breathing will be very heavy in the coffin, and there will be a feeling of depression in the chest, making it easy to become drowsy.

 But at this moment, it seemed a little different.

Yu Xing could only tell by the sound of his breathing that he had not lost his hearing.

He smiled. Although he was very confident that his judgment was not wrong, the current situation undoubtedly confirmed his speculation.

 This small world created by ghosts was not something that followed rules from the very beginning.

Weeping in mourning does not necessarily mean sadness, the mourner does not necessarily have to be a person, and the "door" does not necessarily necessarily mean a door.

He had no intention of finding any real objects such as secret doors from the beginning. In the spiritual world of ghosts, symbolic meaning is much more important than physical objects.

 As long as it is a passage connecting this place with the outside world, then it can be called a door.

 As for the method of connection, no one has specified it.

　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　ification.

Yu Xing's body suddenly shook, and then there was a brief feeling of weightlessness. His coffin seemed to be lifted up by someone, and it has been in a slightly shaking state ever since.

 The sound of the suona sounded suddenly, almost right next to his ears this time.

 As the old saying goes, among all musical instruments, the suona is the king.

 Either ascending to heaven or worshiping in the church.

The play ends with the sound of the suona, with a white cloth covering the head and a small square box, walking and carrying, followed by a blanket of white.

A sad and heavy song of lamentation was played in its entirety. Yu Xing's coffin stopped and swayed slightly from side to side. As he listened, he felt that his mood was uncontrollably depressed.

While feeling depressed, there is also a bit of relief inside, just like a common person who has escaped the pain of the world and is finally no longer restricted by various relationships. He can have a piece of music played for himself and go on the road peacefully amidst the cries of relatives and friends.

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　At that time, you will find that what you are not willing to part with is just that you don’t want to part with it.

 If relatives are reluctant to part with them, they are just reluctant to part with them.

　　After the funeral, you should do whatever you need to do and go on when you need to go. There is nothing to do in either case and it has nothing to do with it anymore.

Yu Xing knew that this was not his own emotion, but the emotion of the person originally lying in the coffin - or the young master and groom, who was infected with him in this specific scene.

He did not resist, and allowed himself to be immersed in this emotion. His thoughts gradually became blurred, his head became dizzy, and he fell into a light sleep.

Not long after, he suddenly felt his body become light and floated up from the coffin.

Yu Xing’s gaze penetrated the shackles of the coffin lid, gradually rose up, and finally floated in the air, becoming a bird’s eye view.

 He saw a ghost alley...no, it should be a normal funeral street at this time.

On the straight street, there are many people in white clothes carrying a sedan. They have lively expressions and a white band on their heads. Their shadows move forward slowly with their steps. They are undoubtedly living people.

The coffin where he was lying was placed in the sedan. The suona player stood on both sides of the sedan, with his head slightly raised, his mouth puffed up, and his hands kept pressing on the instrument.

In front of the sedan were paper floats and people carrying mourning flags. On both sides of the street, shopkeepers selling wreaths and paper money stuck their heads out to pay attention to the funeral procession. Even the most arrogant people did not

Choose to speak out at this time.

 The funeral procession gradually went away, losing the cover of the people in white. Fortunately, Yu saw an old man in a vest sitting on the street.

There is a low stool under the old man's buttocks. He is full of energy, his pipe is casually placed on his baggy trousers, he is wearing double-stitched cloth shoes, and he is eating with a porcelain bowl.

 The white rice is sparse and soft when soaked in the soup, which is very friendly to the teeth of the elderly.

The old man was chewing vegetables and turned to look at the tail of the funeral procession. He seemed not very interested, so he turned around and hummed an off-key tune.

Funeral Street has regained its vitality. The shopkeepers brought small stools and sat in front of the shops, chatting with acquaintances. Someone asked the old man: "What are you eating today?"

The old man also smiled and replied: "Soybeans, green vegetables! The rice is delicious."

The man continued: "You have to eat in the morning? It smells so good!"

 The old man looked at his bowl: "Yeah, I made it myself! Come tomorrow, I'll make you something to eat."

The man and several shopkeepers around him laughed. The shopkeepers said, "Can we also get some food? Who doesn't know that Lao Zhou is a good thief?"

 The old man grinned happily, showing his yellow teeth, looking very friendly.

The shop owner who was a little further away looked at the laughter and laughter over there, lowered his voice, and sighed: "It's not easy for Lao Zhou. His wife died, his son ran away with his grandson, and he was the only one left..."

Others agreed: "Hey, he is a very nice old man. I hope he lives longer."

Yu Xing was floating in the sky, and he couldn't move, so he could only take in everything.

 This is probably what the young master wanted him to see.

At this time, the funeral street is full of life, the morning fog has just lifted, and the shopkeepers opened their doors early, regardless of whether there are customers or not, and they look very happy.

The old man called Lao Zhou seemed to be very satisfied while eating the food he cooked. Others respected him for his age and always made him happy with his words.

 This is the normal state of the world. People who believe in rumors and spread rumors may not necessarily be kind in life.

It’s just that most people and things in this world are like this. No one can tell how much merit or demerit a person has from living to dying.

 After a while.

 The sound of the suona was too far away to be heard.

The alley in front of Yu Xing began to peel off in pieces, the laughter and laughter disappeared, the shopkeepers gradually disappeared, and the sky turned gray.

This place has become what it was like when Yu Xingjin performed the deduction, old and mottled.

 There is no one left.

A trace of melancholy grew in Yu Xing's heart. He didn't know whether it was the young master's emotions integrated into this small world that infected him, or whether he was really moved by the scene.

　　A person leaving with a cup of tea is just like he has seen parting many times.

No matter how lively the place is, no matter how lively the people are, they will eventually turn into ruined bones in front of him, and things will change and people will change.

He heard the tune humming by the old man in his ears, and he couldn't help but look around. There was no sign of the old man, only a dusty stool and a cloth shoe stained with blood.

This is what he saw when he first entered the deduction.

Yu Xing was silent, his eyes finally darkened, his consciousness faded, and he could faintly feel the coffin being lowered and buried in the soil, and the sound of the shovel scraping the sand kept coming and going.

 After that, nothing can be seen.

  [I don’t know why, I’m a little sad]

  [I suddenly miss my grandpa]

  [For those upstairs, why not take advantage of the safe time to go see grandpa?]

  [He has passed away]

 [Why is this stage so...I don’t know how to describe it]

  [I estimate that the main theme of this deduction is tragedy]

  [Damn, why, I’m here to see the jokes, not to feel the sadness]

  [I still want to know why I am so sure that the door is the coffin]

  [I want to know too much, he is so awesome that it’s like he got the script in advance]

  [You can ask him questions during the long table time later]

After Yu Xing laid out the action plan and walked into the mourning hall, the number of viewers of their group's live broadcast continued to rise. Since the flow rate between the live broadcast and the real time was one to one, many players entered the system later and watched.

When I got the push for [Parallel Line of Death], I clicked on it.

This live broadcast deduction has its own recommendation system. Based on the speed of progress and the level of excitement determined by the system, the corresponding live broadcast room will be recommended to newcomers.

Yu Xing’s team is far ahead in progress, and their three live streaming rooms are all ranked first in the recommendation list.
To be continued...