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On the wall of the living room on the first floor are several paintings, most of which resemble the works of mentally ill people, and the paintings are full of illusions and obscurity. But there is only one one, which does not seem so abstract.

The painting shows the interior of a long, narrow rectangular tunnel, with low walls, smooth and white, uninterrupted and unadorned, and the road ahead appears to be a downward slope. Kind of like ...... No, it should be said that it looks like a tomb. Minor depictions show that the cave is buried deep underground, with no exit in sight, no artificial illumination, and no known method used by the painter to give the painting a ghostly light that is inappropriate to the environment.

Feng Bujue stared at the image for about five seconds, and his gaze seemed to be frozen, an unknown force that made him unable to speak or move. In the next second, his eyes were obscured by darkness, and he couldn't see anything. After a while, when he regained his mobility, he took his flashlight out of his bag and opened it to see that he had arrived in the tunnel depicted in the painting.

He didn't know how this teleportation worked, and he didn't know if the process of his departure had been seen by Xiao Si and Brother Long, but whether they saw it or not, I was afraid that he would have to rely on his own strength to leave this place.

Behind him was a stone wall, which was pushed up by hand and did not move, the top wall was low, and there was obviously no way out of the top of him. Feng Bujue sighed, took out the [Eye of Hatred] from his bag and put it on, held a flashlight in one hand and a pipe wrench in the other, and began to walk downhill along the tunnel.

There is a [jazz dance] on his feet, and Feng Bujue is not worried that there will be a problem of lack of physical fitness due to the pathfinder, and it doesn't matter how far he goes. With a physical strength of 1100 and a special effect of equipment to reduce the consumption of walking, he can walk all the way to the space dance, even if it is really as big as Castlevania down there, he is confident that he can explore the map completely.

After walking along the tunnel for about ten minutes, Feng Bujue's flashlight suddenly flickered a few times, he shook it with his hand, slapped the barrel twice, and said in his heart: The battery is insufficient? Impossible, right...... It didn't take long in the last script. Poor contact? It's even more impossible, this thing has MADEINA written on it, and the quality is proper......

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 took his eyes off the flashlight, and looked there, but the light of the flashlight disappeared completely at this time, and the director's eyes became pitch black.

Then, the light of the flashlight flickered a few more times, just in time to illuminate a white shadow standing alone in front of him, looking at the figure, this is a woman. She was covered in bruises, skinny, and bloodstained on her white clothes, and because of the short time she had seen her, and the problems of light and distance, Feng Bu couldn't see her face clearly.

The light was fleeting, and it was immediately pitch black again in front of his eyes, leaving only that terrifying image on his retina. Then he heard a wail in his ears again.

"Let me out!" The darkness followed with the sound of human bodies touching the planks, the sound of friction and crashing, and the creaking of hinges. Another extremely distant voice came faintly...... It was as if someone was screaming in the depths of this cellar copper corridor.

After about thirty seconds, the flashlight returned to normal, no longer flickering, and continued to output light.

After Feng Bujue encountered the scene just now, not only did his face not change, but he also sighed and said: "It turns out that the flashlight is not broken, it's just the flickering of the plot director......"

At this time, another system prompt sounded: [Side quest progress update]

Feng unconsciously checked it.,The current progress of that task [Find all six sections of the "Ghost Palace"] has become 2/6.,Presumably someone else has found another paragraph.,But you can't see the specific content from the task bar.。

At the same time, Wang Sizhi 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.

[The king's flag is brilliant and golden,

Fluttering on the roof of the temple.

This qiē is all from the past

That's a breeze,

Beautiful and peaceful days.

Along the white palace wall,

A faint fragrance flew away. 】

"Ah...... I don't understand it at all! When he had read this, he had almost forgotten about it, and he came to the fireplace, and put his head in to see the chimney with his back up.

After his face was darkened, he came out and said, "Hey...... It's too narrow to climb out. ”

At first, Long Aomin didn't seem to pay attention to his words, and Wang Xizhi didn't pay much attention to it. But a few seconds later, Wang Sizhi turned his head and found that Long Aomin's expression was very abnormal, only to see that his eyes were wide open, his mouth was open and his mouth was open, and he seemed to be saying something loudly, but Xiao Si didn't hear half a word in his ears.

This strange scene made Wang sigh creepy, and then he realized something...... His own voice didn't come out of his throat at the moment.

The next situation seems terrible to the person concerned, but if others look at it, they will definitely find it funny.

I saw two people who didn't know sign language at all dancing there, and they expressed their expressions and lips for a long time, and finally neither of them could figure out what the other party was talking about......

I think the best line for this kind of scene would be: "Are you sick?" "Do you have medicine?" "How many do you have?" "How much do you eat?" "You eat as much as you want!" "You eat as much as you want!" "You're sick!" ……

But actually, the two of them said something different.

Wang sighed: "What's the matter? What did you say? What do you mean by this gesture? ”

Long Aomin: "It's the black thing on your face that's messing around!" ”

From Long Aomin's point of view, it is clear that the black soot on Wang Sizhi's face is like a "living" mask, and he is making a grotesque smile at the moment, and this "black face" expression has nothing to do with Xiao Si's own expression, as if it is a painting floating on his face.

In the end, Long Aomin thought of a way, he found a rag in the messy kitchen, placed it in front of his face, and wiped it clockwise from a distance, then pointed to the rag with his finger, and then pointed to Wang Xizhi's face.

The latter seemed to understand, took the cloth, and wiped it on his face for a while, regardless of the three-seven-twenty-one, and when he took the cloth away, both of them regained their ability to speak normally at the same time.

"Wow! What kind of monster is this? Wang Sizhi looked at the rag in his hand, the "black face" was like printed on the cloth, maintaining a complete human face form transferred from Xiao Si's face to the rag, and at this moment Xiao Si's face became clean, without any black ash at all.

"Although I don't know what the meaning of this thing is set up by the system...... Long Aomin realized at this time that this black face, which has no real lethality and is not particularly scary, seems to have no reason to appear here except for expressing the malice of a system trick player.

"But I think it's safer to burn it." Long Aomin took the mask and found two flints and steels next to a stove......

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