Chapter 223 Funeral (1) Paper Figure

Chapter 223 Funeral (1) - Paper Figure

The sky was dark, without sunlight, and layers of gray clouds were evenly spread in the sky, giving everything a dead tone.

When Yu Xing opened his eyes from his coma, he saw such a bizarre scene.

The streets in front of him were simple and old, narrow and cramped. White money was floating everywhere in the shops on both sides. The plaques were written with black ink with words that were very specific, such as "funeral services" and "shroud hearse". Some shops were hung with black and white portraits at the door. The old and young white faces showed dignified smiles and looked directly at him.

He was leaning against the entrance of the alley. The sound of suona came faintly from the end of the alley, accompanied by a group of untuned howling, and the cold wind lingered around his collar.

It seemed that Yu Xing had come to a funeral alley somewhere.

But...

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

He looked down at himself. The warm down jacket had disappeared, replaced by a pure white gown. The gown was old, and the cuffs and other places that were easy to wear and tear had faded due to washing, revealing a color that was weaker than pure white. It was not easy to see without careful observation.

He wore white pants and a pair of simple standard flat cloth shoes. Like the gown, it looked like it had been worn for a long time, washed, rubbed, and mended.

Except for this miserable white outfit, he did not bring any of his belongings with him, only a small red cloth bag hung around his waist.

Zhao Yijiu and Zhao Ruru were not within Yu Xing's sight. After observing himself amid the faint sounds of funerals in the distance, he looked around again. He did not find his teammates, but saw a small stool at the door of the nearest store, on which sat an old man wearing a vest and wide pants.

Is it an NPC?

Seeing Yu Xing wake up, the old man looked at him while smoking a pipe, shook his head, and said in an old tone that seemed to laugh and sigh: "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 man, what did you say?"

"I said, if you enter this ghost alley, you will die and can't go back to the world! Young man, look back."

Yu Xing cooperated and tilted his head to look, only to see that the exit of the alley that should have led to other roads was now blocked by a wall tightly, without a single gap.

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

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

This alley was probably the scene of the first stage. It cut off a road for him, but eliminated the option of wasting time for him. He just had to walk along the front and he could find what he needed to do.

Yu Xing stood up from the ground and patted the spider webs stuck on the corner of his gown, appearing polite and casual: "It's okay, old man, I want to ask, besides me, have you seen anyone else straying here?"

There were two beads hanging on the palm-sized bag on his waist, which collided with each other when he bent his legs and stood up, making a slight sound.

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

"It turned out to be the little guy who got entangled here, cough cough cough..." The old man choked on his cigarette and coughed while holding his chest. After a while, he continued, "Two or three people of your age have come here, and they haven't found a way out yet, cough cough cough... If you delay for another two days, you will die. Why don't you stay here to accompany this old man like me? I can also bring you some food."

As Yu Xing woke up, the barrage in his live broadcast room became active. The atmosphere that had been discussing the scene setting was now happy to watch the fun when they heard the old man's words. People who didn't observe carefully spoke up one after another:

[Is this a hint? This old man definitely knows a lot, talk to him! ]

[Lucky is calm, I just followed his sight and saw the old man and was shocked, this old man is too distorted]

[No, the old man obviously wants to keep Xing, but doesn't Xing have to go find Zhao Ruru and cold wine? ]

[Accompany the old man, eat something, get clues, feel happy]

"It seems that someone has come here recently. Thank you for reminding me, old man." Yu Xing seemed not to hear the old man's dissuasion. He was even less likely to see what the barrage was saying. His eyes slid across the black marks on the old man's neck, and then moved away without a sound.

"You will be hungry if you go in." The old man also wore a pair of cloth shoes on his feet. The soles of his shoes rubbed against the dusty ground a few times. Seeing that Yu Xing did not intend to stay, he said, "There is no good ending for those who are entangled... Eat before going on the road."

Yu Xing smiled gratefully, like a young man who was refusing the kindness of an elder: "No, I'm not hungry."

The old man stared at him for a long time, exhaled a puff of smoke from his pipe, sat on the stool and hummed a tuneless little song, as if he did not intend to pay attention to him anymore.

"Then goodbye, I have something to do here, I'll burn some good cigarettes for you another day." Nodding slightly to the old man, Yu Xing looked at the endless funeral shops in the alley and walked forward a few steps.

[He refused? ? ]

[Such a good opportunity to get information, it's a pity to miss it, although it doesn't seem necessary now, but it may slow down the progress]

[Oh my God, can the people upstairs shut up? Can't you see that the old man is weird? ]

[The handsome guy was at the scene, and he saw it much more clearly than you guys who don't use your brains. Of course he had his reasons for not agreeing. This is the death parallel, not those unpopular small live broadcasts. I beg you to use your brains and watch it. Don't lower the IQ of the barrage, okay? ]

[Didn't you hear it? Xing said "I'll burn some for you another day", and the key point is that he thinks the old man is dead]

[I seem to see marks on the old man's neck]

[Really? ]

Yu Xing's white cloth shoes stepped on the dusty stone brick road without making any sound, but after walking ten steps, he seemed to hear an old sigh.

Looking back, the old man was gone, leaving only an empty stool with a layer of dust on it.

Next to the stool was a cloth shoe, with a drop of dried blood coagulated on the toe.

"..." Yu Xing's eyes moved. He was right. The old man had died a long time ago. If he agreed to stay with him, he might not even last the two or three days the old man said. If he didn't use sacrifices to escape, he would probably die.

As for food, the food in the ghost's mouth was not normal.

This deduction was different from all the deductions he had experienced before. It was plain, but it seemed that a crisis would come inadvertently.

At that moment, he quickened his pace and walked towards the direction where the suona came from.

The road was full of wreaths and flower baskets. I don't know who died. The funeral was held on the funeral street. The flower baskets received were one after another, connecting the whole street.

The mourning music was sonorous, not as sad as in the real world, but with an indescribable weirdness in it.

Yu Xing listened carefully and even heard a touch of pleasure and relief in the music.

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

He also said that Yu Xing was "entangled by a ghost", but he didn't know what it meant.

While Yu Xing secretly remembered the information revealed in the old man's words, he carefully observed the shops behind the wreaths, trying to find traces of living people. At least Zhao Yijiu and Zhao Ruru should not be too far away from him.

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

From time to time, a corner of the shroud stretched out from each shop, swaying with the wind. If you are not careful, you will think that a living person is hanging on the beam and swinging.

The shelves in the shop are full of paper money, gold paper ingots, and white paper flowers strung together. Next to the shelves, a paper man with a big painted face painted with inferior paint stared with big eyes, stood there stiffly, and stared blankly outside.

Some of the paper figures were placed next to coffins. Yu Xing did not go into the store to check, but just walked along the alley. As he got closer to the end of the alley, the cries of mourning gradually became clearer. He paid attention to the surrounding shops and listened to some words.

"Woo woo woo..."

"You died so tragically... Hahahahaha..."

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

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

"Woo woo woo..."

The words of mourning sounded so sincere that it would not be an exaggeration to describe them as wailing. However, if you look closely at the words, you can feel that the mourners have been waiting for a long time and are gloating.

Yu Xing listened for a long time and couldn't help but want to tease: "Oh, it seems that you are quite happy?"

"Woo woo, Liu——"

At the moment when he murmured, the crying stopped, and the suona stopped abruptly, as if they heard his voice, and they all died.

Yu Xing was a little surprised.

No way, he could be heard even if he said something so far away?

He couldn't help but concentrate and listen carefully to the movement at the end of the alley. A series of footsteps came from far away, hurriedly and hurriedly. Yu Xing only felt a great malice coming at him. He restrained his expression and quickly hid behind the wreath.

The footsteps were getting closer and closer, and Yu Xing was still standing there without moving. He thought that with his skills, he should be able to ensure that he would not be discovered by the coming things, but suddenly a helpless and anxious voice 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 to the coffin shop next to him with a slightly surprised expression on Yu Xing's face.

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

This is a young woman, about 23 or 24 years old, wearing the same white gown as him, looking like she was going to a funeral, and wearing light makeup, but the makeup was a little off, making her face look not so clean, and her temperament looked like someone from the real world.

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

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

There were not only him and the woman in the coffin shop. Behind several coffins, there were many pale people hiding. They were all wearing white shirts. Some were old, and some looked like teenagers. Some were lying down and some were half-kneeling, covering themselves tightly. No wonder he didn't see anyone from outside the shop.

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

The others nodded, as if they were afraid that Yu Xing would make a noise and ruin everyone.

Yu Xing understood, so he stopped asking for the time being. He listened quietly to the footsteps that stopped outside the coffin shop, and his mind was full of thoughts.

Among so many people, none of them was a participant in the live broadcast, not to mention that it was impossible for him to not meet his teammates as soon as he came in, but to meet other teams first.

So... these people are all NPCs automatically generated by the deduction? Just like Zhou Qinghai, who was tied up by Carlos from the town to the village with a confused face?

It should be.

He came to a conclusion, and then heard a very unpleasant voice 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 had an ugly face. She squatted on the spot and shrank herself into a ball. A drop of cold sweat oozed from her forehead.

Looking at the woman's reaction, Yu Xing knew that the person talking outside was the paper man in these people's mouths.

The footsteps lingered nearby, and it seemed that they were not going to leave for a while.

Speaking of which, what does a paper man who can talk and walk look like?

While the woman's attention was not on him, Yu Xing secretly peeked out and looked towards the shop entrance.

——He saw a pale paper head.

It was really a paper man, a paper man the same size as a real person.

The paper man was facing away from him at this time, and his colorful clothes were bright and shabby, but they were brighter than the real people in white gowns.

Its limbs were stiff, and every movement seemed to be falling apart. Its body shape was similar to that of a human, but not so natural, which was enough to show that the workmanship was rough.

It turned its head.

Yu Xing adjusted the angle and caught a glimpse of the face of the paper man.

The white paper was pasted together, the face was flat, and the facial features were all painted with ink. It had no hair, narrow eyes, a bright red mouth, and two particularly cheerful blushes on its cheeks.

The mouth opened a crack, and a voice that was neither male nor female leaked out from the crack: "Are you going to attend Boss Liu's funeral? Woohoo... There are people attending Boss Liu's funeral. Who are they? Come out... I'll take you there, let's attend the funeral together?"

The people hiding were trembling, not daring to breathe.

Unable to find anyone, the paper man's expression did not change much, it was the same exaggerated laughter, but its tone gradually became irritable, and the pitch became higher and higher: "Come out! Come out! Let's attend the funeral together!"

The sharp voice echoed in the ears of everyone in the coffin shop. Some people almost cried out, and were immediately covered by the people next to them.

The paper man kept turning around on the street, staring at every nearby store with sinister eyes, as if searching for his prey.

But it did not enter the store to search, otherwise, Yu Xing and the people in the coffin shop would have been exposed long ago.

About five or six minutes later, the paper man left reluctantly, and his footsteps disappeared in the direction of the end of the alley.

It was not until the suona and mourning sounded again that the people in the coffin shop breathed a sigh of relief. The woman sat back and wiped her face without any image. Suddenly, her face, which was already off-makeup, became even more stained.

Yu Xing looked at the horrible little painted face with a hard-to-tell expression, and had an urge to remind him.

Noticing that Yu Xing was staring at her face, the woman was stunned, and then she felt embarrassed: "Handsome guy, if you want to flirt with me, get out of this alley first?"

Yu Xing: "..."

He smiled politely: "Sorry, I don't plan to do that. I want to ask, why are there so many people here?"

A small coffin shop, including Yu Xing himself, was actually crammed with seven or eight people, plus the area occupied by the coffins, it was already very crowded.

And Yu Xing glanced around and didn't see Zhao Yijiu and Zhao Ruru - he had prepared for this before coming in, otherwise it would definitely be Zhao Yijiu who would pull him in.

"Huh, speaking of this--" the thin middle-aged man snorted angrily, "It's still the paper man. At first, we didn't know that we would be heard if we talked on the street, and we were discovered by it. In order to avoid it, we had to stay in the store. Later, more and more people came in. In order to prevent accidents, we quietly gathered everyone and hid together."

After the middle-aged man spoke, the others also talked to Yu Xing.

"Yes, it's too dangerous!"

"Who said it wasn't? My husband and I were really in trouble. When we first accidentally entered this ghost place, we were scared to death!"

"I'm almost starving to death. Thanks to Sister Xue. If it weren't for her, I wouldn't be alive now."

"Yes, yes, it's really thanks to Sister Xue. She also gave me my medicine!"

Amid the clamor, Yu Xing figured out what they wanted to say.

The seven or eight people present were all nearby residents.

At some point, maybe on the way home or out for fun, they stepped into an unfamiliar alley, and their eyes went dark. When they woke up, they were here.

The original clothes were gone, and they were replaced with white shirts for funerals, and all their belongings were missing.

The entrance of the alley was blocked by a wall, and there were paper figures guarding the end of the alley. No one dared to go over. A brave man found a knife to chop the paper figure, but he almost had his head twisted off by the paper figure, and the knife broke.

After staying in this funeral alley for two or three days, without food or water, many people were almost unconscious.

Zhou Xue - the woman who pulled Yu Xing into the coffin shop, she came later. She was originally sightseeing in the ancient town with a tour group, but she got lost halfway, and then she entered this alley in a daze, and met this room of people while avoiding the paper figures.

The only good news is probably that Zhou Xue, as a tourist, brought a backpack of food, water, and medicine when she came in. She was kind-hearted and willing to share, so she was able to save the lives of the people who were trapped in the first place.

But now, the supplies are gone.

Being frightened by the paper man again, Zhou Xue looked tired: "That's the way it is. Handsome guy, you are also very unlucky. Well... don't be too desperate. Now that you have come in, you can adjust your mood by yourself. In despair, why not work harder to find a way out.”

Yu Xing nodded in agreement: "You're right. Do you have any ideas on how to go out these days?"

"It's only at the end of the alley. Although we don't know if there is such a thing as a way out here... But we can't give up hope, right?" Zhou Xue was a little frustrated, but she glanced at other people who were more decadent than her. These people Injured and disabled, he obviously needs mental support.

She paused and said, "I originally wanted to take a look at the end of the alley while I still had the energy, but the further I went there, the stronger the paper man's perception seemed. If he made the slightest movement, he would come out. I tried twice without success, so I don’t dare to go again for the time being, it’s too scary.”

Seeing that she seemed out of sorts, Yu Xing seemed to remember the experience of avoiding the paper man at close range, so he comforted her and asked, "Is everyone in the alley here?"

"Probably, everyone I've seen is here." Zhou Xue said.

Hearing her answer, Yu Xing narrowed his eyes slightly.

Strange, aren't Zhao Yijiu and Zhao Ruru here? Impossible, in team deduction, the teams should not be separated directly within a stage.

He thought for a while and told a few lies: "But I met an old man before I came here. He said that two young people had come in."

Zhou Xue's eyes widened a little: "Huh?"

She recalled it carefully and shook her head: "I didn't meet them. When I came in, there were seven people in front of me. I took them to hide, and you were the last one."

She felt a sense of sadness in her heart: "This ghost alley goes straight, there is no other route. I have explored towards the end of the alley, but I haven't seen anyone. If there are really two people, I'm afraid..."

"No, he shouldn't be dead." Yu Xing wanted to say that the reason she hadn't seen him before was because Zhao Yijiu and Zhao Ruru hadn't come in yet.

And now, these two people may have reached the end of the alley when they enter the deduction. In other words, there is definitely a safe area at the end of the alley, and there is a plot.

"They are my friends, I have to find them." After Yu Xing said that, he stood up and seemed to be leaving the coffin shop.

Zhou Xue hurriedly grabbed him: "Well... are you sure you want to find your friend alone? The paper man is right over there! Aren't you afraid? And... can you find a way out?"

She is usually very timid, but when she gets too close to the paper man, she is so frightened that she pouts away. It can only be said that no matter how scary the ghosts in novels and other entertainment products are, they are not half as exciting as facing real ghosts.

This young man looks about the same age as her, so he dares to walk alone?

Yu Xing gently pulled Zhou Xue's claws off his arm and promised: "I believe I can get out, but my friends are very important to me. I must find them first before I can feel at ease."

He looked at the ordinary people who didn't dare to interrupt, and said to Zhou Xue: "I'm going to find someone, you continue to hide with them, don't let them get hurt again."

Standing in the corner was the man who initially planned to fight the paper man. He now had the gauze brought by Zhou Xue wrapped around his neck, looking pitiful.

The others were also exhausted and were in a state of starvation weakness.

Zhou Xue could only say: "...Okay, then be careful."

Me again! Planning to write! Horrible copy! Although my previous attempts have failed several times, and being complained about is not scary at all (I admit it), I still want to write! I don’t care, I don’t care, I will write horror, I can do it (_)