The ancestral hall was reminded in that line of blood that no one should be allowed to enter the room after midnight no matter what.

Although this is called seeing death and not saving, Xiao Xuechen still insists on this idea - everyone who should be reminded has reminded that in this case, Ju Lan went out and was chased and killed, so she and San can't be blamed.

If she chooses to open the window and let people in, the consequence may be that one of them will implicate two, and she and San will not be able to escape.

So...... I'm sorry.

Xiao Xuechen turned her head sideways and didn't look at Ju Lan's expression, that resentful gaze didn't make her feel scared and guilty, but made her sigh lightly.

Some people...... In my bones, I still like to throw my mistakes to others and bear the consequences.

"Yes, that's smart." Yu Xing praised inexplicably, bent his eyes, and actually laughed.

His gaze swept lightly over Ju Lan, and the window he was holding against was being knocked on by the other party, his tone did not fluctuate, and he saw the villagers with firewood knives getting closer and closer: "Don't knock, we won't open it." ”

"Do you really bear it!?" Ju Lan gritted her teeth, but the thing behind her was already approaching, she glanced at the two people in the room hatefully, turned around and cried and fled in the other direction.

Yu Xing didn't even look at the two villagers, but just chased Ju Lan away in a state that didn't look like a living person.

The outside is finally clear.

"Will she die?" Xiao Xuechen touched his arm, and her beautiful eyes and eyelashes trembled.

Yu Xing withdrew her hand from the window frame and smiled: "Little sister regrets it?" ”

Xiao Xuechen shook his head: "No regrets." ”

"That's good, I'm still ...... I really like the young lady who knows how to take care of the overall situation~" Yu Xing leaned in front of the window and moved his wrist.

Seeing his white wrist, which seemed to have no strength at all, Xiao Xuechen suddenly shuddered.

She remembered the dangerous temperament hidden by the handsome guy in front of her.

I like to look at the big picture...... What if her answer just now was to open the window?

She figured that San would still not open it, and would wait until dawn to throw her out.

"However, if you go out at night, the consequence is only to be chased by two humanoid monsters...... It's not that you have to die. Over there, Yu Xing, who didn't know that his image in the little royal sister's heart had been completely crooked, continued.

"Uh-huh...... Yes, yes, there are many kinds of sacrifices that can help her hide. Xiao Xuechen hummed in a nasal voice, and sat on the bed where Yu Xing slept just now, "But looking at Ju Lan's appearance, she shouldn't have experienced a few deductions, and she has no sacrificial reserves." ”

"Oh? Need to hide? Yu Xing's finger tapped rhythmically on the window edge, and as he spoke, he was actually paying attention to the outside.

After all, the village chief and the woman were still nearby, so they might kill them.

The moonlight shone on the barrenness, setting off the gloom of the whole village with an inexplicable peace - if you ignore the living corpses, monsters and ghosts that may appear at any time.

After throwing out a question, Yu Xing fell silent, and Xiao Xuechen didn't know how to answer.

Need to run?

I guess it's needed.

Maybe the big guy has a tough way, but a semi-newcomer like her, who has not yet risen to the rank of senior deducer, must only do her best to save her life.

After all, the three levels of beginner, intermediate, and advanced deducers are often assigned to the same game on the spot, and the difference between the three levels is not too big, and the only thing that can be distinguished is the sacrifice usage rate and deduction experience.

What can really make a qualitative leap is the level after the senior deducer, and she doesn't know much about it.

Xiao Xuechen prides himself on being a rookie who needs to learn a lot of things, and San ...... It's supposed to be a senior deducer, right?

After a while, just when Xiao Xuechen began to think that it would be embarrassing if she didn't speak anymore, Yu Xing picked up on what she had just said: "If she is strong enough, it won't be a problem for the rooster to crow until the early morning." ”

"But she's not strong enough."

Xiao Xuechen's words are a bit ruthless, but they are true.

Sure enough, it didn't take long for a woman's scream to be heard in the distance.

Ju Lan seems to have been caught.

Xiao Xuechen sighed again.

Death of the Interpreter...... She has seen a lot, and she no longer has the initial sense of fear, and she will definitely continue to see more in the future, and she is used to it.

"I'm so sleepy~" Yu Xing covered his mouth with his hand and yawned, and a layer of sleepy mist floated in his eyes.

He was disgruntled to find that he really couldn't sleep tonight.

With this window, the village chief and the woman could always push the window in and do whatever they wanted.

The Interpreter was almost certain that one had died, and he didn't want to give the ghosts a chance to continue their struggles.

"Shall we move something and block the windows?" Xiao Xuechen listened to the fading scream and thought of this layer, and proposed again.

"Didn't you say that? The furnishings of this room...... Let's not move at all. Yu Xingda generously sat down next to her and began to rummage through her backpack, "I have a conjecture, and if it is confirmed, I can tell you." ”

"Oh......"

Yu Xing took out his easel, which was a box-type easel, which seemed to have been ordered by someone for his character before, very lightweight, and many tools were placed directly in the box: "Now I'm curious, Carlos, where did he go?" ”

Oh yes.

Xiao Xuechen blinked, Ju Lan lived with Carlos, but when he got up, he found that Carlos was not in the room, only a paper figure was left on the bed.

According to the normal process, Carlos, who was not in the room, should be the first target of the ghosts in this village, but they didn't hear any movement, so they could only say that Carlos had hidden these ghosts and went to do something else.

"He seems to be a very thoughtful person." Yu Xing had already set up his easel, and he had a hint of interest in the magician who was acting alone.

When you get up from sleep, you're gone.

Could this be the legend - the Great Transformation of the Living?

Hope to see Carlos in its entirety tomorrow.

"Hmm, what are you going to do here?" Xiao Xuechen saw that Yu Xing had put on a posture to paint, and suddenly felt a little confused.

"I can't sleep tonight, so I'll draw a picture to pass the time." On the third pole of the moon, the moonlight attached a cold tone to everything in his eyes, and he rarely had a little interest.

"Wow," Xiao Xuechen never expected that San, who was a painter, really liked to paint, she looked at those tools, "Is it a sketch?" ”

"Sketching is fine, but what I'm best at is oil painting." Yu Xing smiled at Xiao Xuechen and took out the canvas and laid it out, but unfortunately he didn't bring a painting stool, so he could only reluctantly use the bed as a stool.

"Oil painting!?" Xiao Xuechen doesn't know much about art, she thinks that an oil painting will take a long time to paint.

"Draw a little bit, I don't bother to wait for it to dry." Yu Xing didn't mind Xiao Xuechen watching from the sidelines, he just did something on a whim to get rid of sleepiness.

He adjusted the height of his easel, placed the brushes, knives, palettes, pen washers and other items on the bedside table, and clamped the small oil pot with spring blades at the bottom on the palette, and looked at it.

No Sticks QAQ......

The painting stick, also known as the wrist stick, is used to support the arm when painting, and Yu Xing, a weak lazy person, will use it every time he paints in reality.

"What are you going to draw? Forehead...... Can you see it? Xiao Xuechen was a little curious.

At night, there were no lights, and the light was frighteningly dark, so she would be blind, let alone paint.

"You can see it, you can see it clearly." Yu Xing adjusted the color, looking at the barren scenery outside the window and a few houses nearby, his eyes reflected a cold light slightly.

Thanks to this body, his night vision is ...... Exceptional.

In the following time, Yu Xing took a paintbrush to paint, Xiao Xuechen looked at it for a while and found that he couldn't see anything clearly and his eyes were really blind, so he took out his mobile phone and began to play stand-alone games by the window.

The two chatted a few words from time to time, and the picture was harmonious for a while.

It's just that...... About an hour later, Yu Xing was painting, and there was another element of discord outside the window.

It was a head, with half of the body attached to it.

That head is no stranger, and I just saw it not long ago.

Eyes are blank.

Pale skin.

Purple lips.

…… The corpse spots are conspicuous.

Come...... Or the ghost, his eyes stared at Yu Xing without blinking, his lips trembled, as if he wanted to say something, but his lips couldn't be separated.

Yu Xing's hand paused, and he raised his eyebrows in some surprise.

Xiao Xuechen, who sensed that something was wrong, raised her head suddenly, and instantly met the face outside the glass, the face she had seen in the coffin face before.

Zhou Yongsheng!

"Oh my God!"

This time, she was not too scared through the window, seeing that Zhou Yongsheng was standing there very quietly, and she didn't say anything about her intention and didn't intend to hurt them, she just silently watched Yu Xing paint, but she had some doubts.

Is this a corpse or a ghost?

What is it here for, to get in?

The first seven nights, it really came back, but I don't know what it came this time for?

Xiao Xuechen couldn't help but want to retreat one after another, but Yu Guang saw that Yu Xing didn't say anything, so she stayed where she was—she wanted to stand in a position where she could reclose the window that had been pushed open by the ghost with a stretch of her hand, just in case.

"Yo, you're here?" Yu Xing put down the pen and wanted to stand up and approach, but saw Zhou Yongsheng, who was not moving, suddenly shook his head eagerly and pointed at his easel with his finger.

"Want to see me draw?" Yu Xing guessed.

Zhou Yongsheng outside nodded.

Oh, he's a real fan? Yu Xing is really a little curious, could it be that the words that this friend who died young said on the Internet that he was a fan were all true feelings?

It's not easy, so what did he want to do by tricking his idol into his own village?

Just to let the idol attend his funeral?

Yu Xing muttered in his heart and picked up the pen again, but Zhou Yongsheng didn't move again.

In this painting, he paints a real scene, not abstract, the overall picture on the canvas is the scenery outside the window, only the window frame is exposed below, and there is a curly-haired woman holding a mobile phone and playing a game in the lower right corner.

The color is blue, very cold, very grotesque.

He stared at the silent male ghost outside the window for a moment, thought about it, and made another stroke.

A mediocre-looking, but smiling, neatly dressed flat-headed young man was slowly added to the center by him.

In the gloomy cold color painting, only this young man is wrapped in warm colors, and his eyebrows are carefree.