absurd deduction game.

Chapter 1045 Goodbye Old Man

The old man's voice sounded familiar - the moment he heard the word "invitation", Yu Xing couldn't help but imagine the image of an old man in his mind.

I guess he must be an old man with a frail face and wrinkles all over his face.

He would wear patched old clothes, hold a cane, and sigh heavily with a kind and tired, sad and calm look in his eyes.

Just like the lying old man who brought them corpses and crisis in the charity cemetery in the stage world.

It’s no wonder that Yu Xing was distracted at this time, because the voice was exactly the same as that of the old man.

In the stage world, an old man who claims to be a corpse driver rescues the corpse from the backyard, brings it to the Ye River, and tries to feed it to the river water.

The actors followed the script and stopped the river at the critical moment, then lost consciousness and returned to reality.

But until the end, the old man never appeared again.

Yu Xing didn’t know the old man’s true identity before, and he didn’t care, because the old man might be a person who once existed and was used as an NPC by the mastermind behind the stage world; or he might be a purely fabricated character who existed only to advance the development of the plot.

But now he suddenly understood that the old man was using the image of the Master of All Things, and everything they had investigated in the Fengtou Town in reality had already been hinted at in the stage world.

Yu Xing suddenly became interested in meeting Master Wanban directly. He wanted to know whether a wealthy version of a "corpse driver" could still perform the kind of deceiving temperament in the stage world.

But he didn't respond; it was not the right time yet.

There was no response, and the gray wind seemed to become even more fierce.

The old man in the room stopped talking, and the dilapidated courtyard suddenly became quiet, revealing an ominous sense of deathly silence.

Yu Xing placed his hand on the withered tree, urging the long-dead roots to quietly extend towards the house.

Decay deceived other dead things in the earth. Through the "eyes" of its roots, it saw the densely packed remains of bones underground.

The lush weeds absorbed nutrients from these bones and grew to the surface.

In addition, he also saw many strange buried foundation stones. It seemed that there should have been many buildings here, but they had all been razed to the ground and covered with soil, leaving only the dilapidated and desolate state today.

Yu Xing took everything in his "eyes" and counted silently before he was about to find the location of Master Wanban.

One.

two.

three.

"What a cunning fox."

The space fluctuated subtly, and a relatively unfamiliar breath appeared out of nowhere. A young voice came from behind him at the right moment, and a real gaze fell accurately on Yu Xing's spine.

At the same time, a cold hand rested on Yu Xing's shoulder. Even through a layer of clothes, she could feel the eeriness coming from the palm and fingertips.

Yu Xing turned around in confusion and met Erhong's eyes with a cold smile.

Erhong looked at him with a relaxed posture, but there was a hint of scrutiny in her eyes, as if she was trying to see through the southern Xinjiang woman's appearance to see the truth beneath her skin.

The phrase "cunning fox" seemed to be just a casual remark, not referring to anyone in particular. But Yu Xing knew that since Er Hong mentioned the fox, she almost guessed that the "Southern Xinjiang woman" was the "fox demon", and the only thing left was confirmation.

"Oh, I've been discovered." Yu Xing said in a feminine voice, digging her fingers harder into the bark. "Why are you here? Where is this place? I think I went the wrong way. I just want to go to the toilet."

Erhong smiled, turned her head slightly, and said in the direction of the house: "Master, it's just a little mouse that sneaked in. I can take care of it for you. You don't have to interrupt important things."

"You just said I was a little fox, how come I turned into a little mouse in just one sentence? Mice are so dirty." The woman from southern Xinjiang complained dissatisfiedly, and Erhong's hands gradually increased the strength.

The room was silent for a moment before the old man's voice came out: "Erhong, I trust you the most."

Erhong smiled unchanged: "I know that Erhong will not let you down."

It was hard to tell whether the old man was happy or angry in his voice, but the suppressed emotion was obviously not positive. His seemingly normal tone concealed the madness of the impending danger: "Then after you kill this little mouse, send its head to my room."

Erhong: "..."

The corners of his mouth rose: "Of course, I will also chop off its claws, pull out its tongue, dig out its eyeballs, and bring you all the useful materials."

"But please allow me to have some fun before I dismember it."

The old man didn't say anything, probably indicating his tacit agreement.

Erhong then turned her gaze back and stared at Yu Xing, looking at him with interest, and then also put her hand on the dead tree.

In just a breath of time, the dead trees that could still be used as decorations turned into pus and rotted completely from the epidermis to the roots. Yu Xing stopped instantly to avoid being contaminated by the strange grayish-white liquid.

The liquid shattered on the ground, bubbling as it seeped down, instantly staining the land with an indelible filth.

Yu Xing's perception was naturally completely cut off as the roots disappeared, and the whole person was exposed to the cold wind in the yard.

A feeling of being watched came from all directions. It was the gaze cast by Master Wanban after he lost his dead tree disguise.

But soon the sight disappeared, and even the gloomy wind faded away, as if Master Wanban just glanced at him casually and lost interest in this "woman" who was easily caught by Erhong.

Just like Erhong said, it was just a little mouse that could be crushed to death at will.

"This is not the place you should be." After looking at Yu Xing, Er Hong said softly, "You disturbed something that shouldn't be disturbed. Even if you are dismembered, it would be a relief for you."

For some reason, his young body contained a strength almost as great as that of a ghost, and he easily pulled Yu Xing towards the wall.

There is still some breath of space left there.

Yu Xing hid the dark blue light in his eyes. He saw that this aura was connected to an item on Erhong's body, forming a passage that allowed Erhong to travel freely between the two spaces.

Presumably, it was Master Wanban who granted this subordinate the authority to enter and exit the secret courtyard at will.

He struggled symbolically twice and was taken away from the courtyard.

Yu Xing's eyes blurred, and he returned to the popular Feng Mansion. This was probably a remote courtyard with no outsiders coming in or out. He was then pulled into a dark but exquisite room.

The wooden door creaked shut, and the black-robed man waiting behind the door inserted the latch of the room and bowed his head respectfully: "Young Master."