At the end of the seven rooms, the melodious string sound has just come to an end, and the same reincarnation plate is full of the entire side hall, and the doors with strange brilliance are lined up in front of everyone for a while.

All kinds of discomfort disappeared together, and Han Qingxin, who was stunned, also woke up. The fat man got up from the floor, thinking that he must have been caught by some kind of illusion in the matching hall again, and his face was a little annoyed, but he didn't even have the strength to scold, after all, he hadn't eaten for so many days. He had never told anyone what he had been eating for a month.

Because the light in the hall has reached the extreme, several people have turned off the searchlights for a while, and the bright light in the room is transparent and dazzling.

For the eight doors that suddenly appeared, the three of them were on sufficient alert, only Shichima's expression became more and more relaxed, and his calm voice came: "It seems that it is the technique of Qimen, someone has opened eight passages in another space." Now it depends on how we choose, just like people's lives are the same, they are all spent in different choices, and if they choose different doors, they will decide on different paths, so the paths of life are different. ”

The classic philosophy of life, especially at this moment, is told by the most calm seven mouths, which has a unique flavor.

The fat man said: "Don't be crepe, when people are hungry and have no strength, whoever gives a mouthful of milk to drink is a mother." When I was selling my literary talents, I was only able to do things when I was full of food and drink. ”

His idea is very simple, if there is a stutter behind any door, he is willing to enter even if he dies.

Zhu Beichen looked at Han Qingxin, thinking that she had always been very assertive, but he didn't expect that what he looked at was a pair of confused eyes.

"Let me sum it up, seven means eight doors, everyone has the opportunity to choose independently, my opinion is that everyone goes separately, there is no need to squeeze together, it is not good to die together." The more you try, the more you have a chance to survive, this is Zhu Beichen's probability theory.

Han Qingxin stared at Zhu Beichen with a very strange gaze, and stared at him until he felt inexplicable, and then said: "You are in charge, I have no right to decide for the others, anyway, I will follow you, and my life will be handed over to you." ”

The simple expression of the discussion was very clear, Zhu Beichen's eyes were slightly moist, and he couldn't understand for a while whether it was because he was moved or some other emotion was contained in it, so he just nodded silently.

Ask someone else for advice instead.

The seven rooms were silent, and no longer expressed any opinions, silently walking to the door on the far left, looking through door by door. He also discovered the change of posture of the "swastika" character, and when he saw the golden font of that scene, his brain was numb. The swastika is composed of two murals, and under the action of the halo, the lines that make up the swastika symbol seem to show a jumping posture in his eyes.

"It shouldn't be like this, the 'swastika' character has been slightly changed in history due to the different dynasties and years, but it is impossible to reverse the angle of the 'swastika' character. Is there a special designation? ”

A strange thought suddenly came to my mind, why I always feel like I have experienced this scene.

Seven legs were numb, and a sharp pain surged in, and the scene in front of him became slightly trance-like.

"I've definitely been here before, and I was faced with the same choice. I must have been here. He muttered to himself.

Zhu Beichen saw that there was something wrong with his demeanor, so he glanced at Han Qingxin and asked her to pay attention to the seven rooms.

At this time, the seven rooms were already close to the edge of a door, and they were only a meter apart, and when they stood at the door, they could feel a strong suction and a strong strange aura.

It was strange and abnormal under the Sun Cemetery, and many strange things happened inexplicably, Han Qingxin was afraid that something would happen to him, so he said intimidatingly: "Qijian, what do you want to do." No, don't go in. ”

It's too late!

His movements were surprisingly agile, and he disappeared behind the door in a flash, and disappeared.

The fat man smiled: "This guy has a personality and is not afraid to do things at all." ”

Zhu Beichen was angry, knowing that the fat man was such a scumbag, he glared at him angrily and shouted, "Your sister, dead fat." Did you know that he knows the tomb and knows it better than any of us. ”

However, now Shichima disappeared behind a door without even saying a word.

Zhu Beichen clearly saw that he entered the first door from the left, and the character "swastika" shifted clockwise at a 45-degree angle.

But what does that door represent?

The fat man said: "Forget it, I'm already so hungry that I can't stand it, just choose a door, wherever you go, it's boneless, it's up to you." ”

He barely held his eyelids, and he was already extremely weak, especially after rolling around and killing his strength, his face was very pale, his lips were wrinkled, and there were faint traces of blood oozing from the cracks.

The fat man may not last long, he will starve to death, Zhu Beichen thought to himself that he was silent, should he go through this door according to the choice of the seven rooms.

Still is......

Han Qingxin caught a glimpse of something out of the corner of his eye, and quickly approached the door where the seven rooms had disappeared just now.

Frightened, Zhu Beichen hurriedly turned sideways to stop him, "What do you want to do, even if you want to leave, everyone has to discuss it, you have made a choice and tell us, no one will stop you." ”

Han Qingxin gently brushed away Zhu Beichen's hand that was blocking in front of him, signaling that he would not mess around.

Afraid of missing some clues, she came to the first door on the left and stopped for a quarter of an hour.

The person was completely petrified there like a statue, and he didn't say a word, which made Zhu Beichen worry inexplicably for a while.

"You ......" Zhu Beichen opened his mouth.

She still didn't speak, at this time Zhu Beichen was anxious, didn't something happen to the crazy girl, just when she wanted to pat her on the shoulder, she suddenly turned around: "The time for the eight doors to appear is limited, have you made a good choice?" ”

The abrupt sentence made Zhu Beichen stunned, and secretly said that she didn't speak in any way, and she didn't think about which door to enter at all.

He didn't know how to answer the next words, so he had to say, "I, I haven't thought about it yet." ”

"Oh, do you believe me?" Her eyes were very strange.

After all, she lied to herself once. Afraid that Han Qingxin would think too much, Zhu Beichen said: "It's all like this, what's there to believe in, except for one life, there is nothing to be deceived by you." ”

Hearing this, a trace of loneliness flashed in Han Qingxin's eyes, and he tried to hold back the tears that were about to flash and said, "Then you come with me." ”

Zhu Beichen said: "Which door do you choose?" ”

She raised her hand and pointed along the rows of doors, and her fingers eventually landed on the eighth door.

What the? The fat man chuckled suddenly in his heart, and the memories of the scenes suddenly appeared, thinking, "Why is it so familiar, especially the action of Han Qingxin pointing to the door, I seem to have seen it." ”

"Wait, why did you choose the eighth door?" The fat man's expression was unusually exaggerated, and he roared hoarsely, which completely drained his strength, and his face turned even paler.

Han Qingxin hesitated, and asked herself inexplicably, yes, why did I choose that door?

Both of them looked at each other in surprise, and they both felt that the atmosphere at this time was full of strangeness, and all kinds of unbelievable coldness invaded.

The halo fades!

Han Qingxin had to admit, "This place, I have a feeling, I seem to have been here." But, why didn't she have the slightest impression, this feeling came from a quarter of an hour ago, when she came to the location of the Seven Rooms. That is, when I was in front of that door, it was so violent that this was the thought.

They were repeating a choice, and both of them shuddered at the thought of it.

Han Qingxin said: "Why do you ask that? She rarely faced the fat man's words.

The fat man said, "Do you feel the same way as me, we all seem to have been here." ”

The conversation between the two almost didn't make Zhu Beichen's scalp explode, it was too bizarre, could it be that they had experienced the same thing together, and for some reason they both chose to forget.

However, when time gave them another chance to choose, they did not hesitate to make the same choice again based on their memory?

"Don't babble, it doesn't matter if we've been here before, since we're standing here safely now, it proves that our choice was not wrong last time," Han Qingxin paused, his words were not quite calm, "At least, we're all still alive." ”

A huge question mark hovers in the fat man's heart, are we all really alive? I don't have any impression of the past at all, but I subconsciously feel that the scenes in front of me are so familiar.

"Fart, since we chose the eighth door last time, we are all still here, proving that we went wrong. No, I'm definitely going to have to change the door this time. "I don't know where the fat man has the strength now, and the roar is very loud.

Han Qingxin whispered: "Whatever you want, a pair of pig's trotters on you, you love to enter whichever door." This time, I promise that I will not hold a gun at you and ask you to come with us. ”

Zhu Beichen knew that these two living treasures were making trouble again, and he didn't pay attention to the fat man who was angry, but said to Han Qingxin: "Forget it, I'll follow you, it's the eighth door." ”

Han Qingxin said: "Sure? ”

Zhu Beichen replied: "Yes." I'm sure it's not always the same door."

After the two finished communicating, they didn't wait for the fat man's movements, and walked neatly towards the last door with their footwork.

In fact, according to Zhu Beichen's thoughts, he will be more inclined to the fifth or sixth door. The reason is simple, in the traditional Chinese concept, a corner is the most extreme performance, and it is also the dead door that the layout often sets.

He didn't know what would be waiting for the two of them behind the glittering golden door after this time.