There are several paintings hanging on the wall of the living room on the first floor, most of them look like the works of mental patients, and the paintings are full of hallucinations and obscure. But there is only one, which is not so abstract.
The painting showed the interior of a long and narrow rectangular tunnel, with low walls, smooth and white, without interruption or decoration, and the road ahead seemed to be a downward slope. It’s kind of like… no, it should be said that it’s very much like a tomb. Some detailed descriptions show that the cave is buried deep in the ground. There is no exit in the picture, and there is no artificial light source. The painter does not know what method he used to make the painting show a ghostly atmosphere. Dim, unsuitable light for the environment.
Feng Bujue stared at the picture for about five seconds, as if his gaze had been frozen. An unknown force made him unable to speak or move. In the next second, his eyes were covered by darkness, and he couldn’t see anything. Not long after, when he regained his ability to move, he took out the flashlight from his bag and turned it on, and saw that he had entered the tunnel depicted in the painting.
He doesn’t know the principle of this teleportation, and he doesn’t know if Xiao Tan and Brother Long saw the process of his leaving, but whether they saw it or not, I’m afraid he has to rely on his own strength to leave this place.
There was a stone wall behind him, and it didn’t move when he pushed it up with his hands. The top wall was low, and there was obviously no way out from above. Feng Bujue sighed, took out the [Eye of Hatred] from his luggage, put it on, held a flashlight in one hand, and a pipe wrench in the other, and began to walk downhill along the tunnel.
With [Jazz Dance] on his feet, Feng Bujue is not worried about the lack of physical energy due to pathfinding, and he doesn’t care how far he walks. With a stamina value of 1100, plus the special effect of equipment to reduce the consumption of walking and running, he can walk all the way in space dance. Even if it is really as big as Castlevania, he is confident that he can explore the whole map.
After walking along the tunnel for about ten minutes, Feng Bujue’s flashlight suddenly flickered a few times, he shook it with his hand, patted the barrel twice, and thought: Not enough batteries? Impossible… It didn’t take long in the last script. Poor contact? It’s even more impossible, this thing has MADEINCHINA written on it, and the quality is good…
Suddenly, a strange whisper came from ahead: “Let me out…”
The voice came from a distance of about ten meters in front of Feng Bujue. He turned his eyes away from the flashlight and looked there, but the light of the flashlight disappeared completely at this moment, causing his eyes to become pitch black.
Then, the light of the flashlight flickered a few more times, just in time to illuminate a white figure standing alone in front of him, judging from the figure, it was a woman. She was covered in cuts and bruises, skinny, and bloodstained on her white clothes. Due to the short time he saw her, and the problem of light and distance, Feng Bujue couldn’t see her face clearly at all.
The light was fleeting, and Feng Bujue’s eyes immediately became pitch black again, leaving only that terrifying image on his retina. Then he heard a whine again in his ears.
“Let me out!” Immediately after that, the sound of a person’s body touching the wooden plank sounded in the darkness, that was the sound of friction and impact, and the sound of hinges creaking. Another extremely distant voice came faintly… as if someone was screaming mournfully in the depths of the copper corridor of the cellar.
About thirty seconds later, the flashlight returned to normal, no longer flickering, and continued to output light.
After encountering the scene just now, Feng Bujue not only didn’t change his face, but also heaved a sigh of relief: “So the flashlight is not broken, it’s just flickering caused by the plot…”
At this time, another system prompt sounded: [Subquest Progress Update]
Feng Bujue checked it, and the current progress of that task [Find all six paragraphs of “Haunted Palace”] has become 2/6, presumably someone else found another paragraph, but I can’t see the specifics from the task bar. Content.
At the same time, Wang Tanzhi and Long Aomin, who were on the first floor, were squatting by the fireplace in the kitchen, looking at the second paragraph of “Ghost Palace” written on the brick wall with a black substance like soot.
[Wang Banner is brilliant and golden,Flying on the top of the temple.
it’s all in the past
It was a breeze,
Beautiful and peaceful days.
Along the white palace wall,
A dark fragrance flies away. 】
“Ah… I don’t understand it at all!” Wang Tanzhi almost forgot after reading it. He came to the fireplace, turned his back up, and stuck his head inside to see the condition of the chimney.
After getting his face darkened, he came out and said, “Hey…it’s too narrow, I can’t climb out.”
At first Long Aomin didn’t seem to pay attention to his words, and Wang Tanzhi didn’t pay much attention either. But a few seconds later, Wang Tanzhi turned his head and found that Long Aomin’s expression was very strange. His eyes were wide open, his mouth opened and closed, and he seemed to be talking loudly, but Xiao Tan didn’t hear half of it in his ears. Character.
This weird scene made Wang Tanzhi shudder, and then he also realized something… At this moment, his own voice did not come out of his throat.
What happened next seemed terrible to the person concerned, but others would definitely find it funny if they watched it.
I saw two people who didn’t know sign language at all danced there, and expressed their expressions and lip language with emotion for a long time. In the end, no one could figure out what the other was talking about…
I think the most suitable lines for this kind of scene should be: “Are you sick?” “Do you have medicine?” “How much do you have?” “How much do you eat?” “How much do you eat!” “How much do you eat How many!” “You are sick!”…
But in fact, what they both said was different.
Wang Tanzhi: “What’s going on? What did you say? What does your gesture mean?”
Long Aomin: “It’s that black thing on your face that’s playing tricks!”
From Long Aomin’s perspective, it is clear that the black soot on Wang Tanzhi’s face is like a “living” mask, and he is making a weird smiling face at the moment. This “black-faced” expression is similar to that of Xiao Tan himself. It doesn’t matter what expression you make, it’s like a painting floating on your face.
Finally, Long Aomin thought of a way. He found a rag in the messy kitchen, placed it in front of his face, and at a distance, wiped it clockwise. He pointed at Wang Tanzhi’s face.
The latter seemed to understand, took the cloth, and covered his face with no matter what, when he took the cloth away, both of them recovered the ability to speak normally.
“Wow! What kind of monster is this?” Wang Tanzhi looked at the rag in his hand. The “black face” was transferred from Xiaotan’s face to the rag while maintaining the complete human face, as if printed on the cloth. His face became clean, without any black ash.
“Although I don’t know what the meaning of the system setting is…” Long Aomin realized at this time that this black face has no real lethality and is not particularly scary. There seems to be no reason to be here other than malice.
“But I think it’s safer to burn it.” Long Aomin took the mask and found two flint and steel beside a stove…
