The tissue box is thrown into a lake composed of stomach acid in a parabola, and the stomach acid continuously dissolves the paper towel on the tissue box, almost the moment the paper towel is dissolved, and a new paper towel will appear again.

The stomach acid disappeared at a visible speed, not a little faster than the speed of Bai Dusk's hand pumping, and it only took five minutes for all the stomach acid underneath to disappear.

Twilight let go of the sword and landed at the bottom, the soles of her feet feeling elastic and soft to the touch.

The inside of this monster's stomach is full of ravines, and there is still a faint amount of stomach acid left in the ravines that has not disappeared, and it has not prevented a foot from stepping into the ravine, and Bai Du can only use it to explore the Yangtze River, but fortunately, the long sword is very resistant to corrosion.

The sword suddenly collided with a hard object in the ravine.

"What is this? Can't even dissolve stomach acid? ”

The red silk wrapped thickly around the palm of his hand, and Twilight pulled the object out of the ravine in the dark.

It was a ball the size of a ping-pong ball, warm and jade-like in the hand, with a hollow treatment in the middle, and a smaller bead in the middle of the bead.

Twilight felt the hollow lines, "Ghost Ball? ”

The Oni Ball is placed into the system space, and the information about the Oni Ball is identified by the system.

Name: Miracle Relic

Effect: After the ghost is freed from being exceeded, he has a certain chance to get the gift of the ghost.

"All the ghosts in the world can be crossed, and the poor monks are willing to feed the tigers."

The gift of the ghost that Bai Twilight has seen is the eraser that Zhang Qianqian gave to Dongyu, which can be of great use in the game dungeon.

Twilight continues to search for an exit as she mentally communicates with the system.

[The ghost ball is a prop in the game? 】

[No, the prop obtained by the host was carved by the relics after the death of the monk. 】

[Then why do you have specific data?] 】

The system explains: [The system can analyze all the items in the space, calculate the specific parameters, and then give a description that best fits the effect of the prop. 】

[Can any item be analyzed?] 】

The system knows what Twilight is thinking, all it means is to analyze the information about the item and then get clues from it, but this method doesn't work.

[I'm afraid that your thoughts are not good, and the analysis of the system can only analyze the effect, and cannot infer the story and reason. 】

The system was afraid that Twilight wouldn't understand, so he made another analogy.

[For example, when the system analyzes apples, the parameters obtained will only be irrelevant information such as "apples can recover some physical strength to quench thirst."] 】

Twilight was about to ask for more details, but the longsword's haptic feedback suddenly disappeared, indicating that there was a deep hole in the ground ahead.

That's the way out of here.

But Twilight hesitated, he had been looking for an exit from the beginning, but he had overlooked an important question.

Since this is the stomach, where is the end of the passage that connects the stomach?

Twilight didn't dare to think about it, he was afraid that he might be tempted to spit it out at the thought of it.

[What if the structure of the ghost and the human body is different?] The system persuaded Twilight.

Twilight shook her head frantically: "What if it's the same? Let's find another way to get out. 】

Twilight said as he walked to the edge of his stomach, the edge was also uneven, the stomach wall was soft and tough, and the long sword slashed directly into the flesh, and the force was removed.

The phantom also slashed at the stomach wall, and the result was still the same, even Twilight's biggest killing move, giving the red silk sword to the phantom, and the slash of the person and the phantom in one could not destroy the stomach wall in the slightest.

The situation is at a stalemate again, and the only way now seems to be that channel.

Twilight stood at the edge of the passage and looked down, presumably because of the psychological effect, and Twilight faintly smelled the stench pouring into her nostrils from the bottom of the passage.

[If you dare to speak out, you will die! Moved?! Twilight threatens the system.

The system responded lightly: [Don't worry about this host, except for you, this system can't communicate with other people. 】

[Bullshit! What's the matter with your unknown cooperation with Xia Gong? 】

The system said humbly: [That's a special situation, a special situation]

With great determination, Twilight's heart was like ashes, and the red silk wrapped layer after layer on him, until the whole person was wrapped in a sphere, and Twilight rolled and fell down the passage.

The feeling of falling lasted about five minutes, and finally landed.

Twilight, wrapped in a ball, slammed into the ground, hard and heavy to the touch.

"Doesn't that feel like that?"

The red silk peeled off layer by layer to release Bai Twilight, and Bai Twilight was completely relieved after seeing the surrounding scenery, fortunately, the body structure of the ghost and the human body is really different, and it is not the small intestine that connects the stomach channel, but a piece of white flowers.

The world around you is white, like being in a haze.

This is not the body of the ghost, and Twilight has escaped.

Walking forward in the mist, except for the gray sight, there is nothing unusual, as if the twilight has been forgotten by the world, and only loneliness accompanies it.

A sudden sense of loneliness came over Twilight's heart, the same loneliness he felt when he was dying, and this loneliness made him instantly collapse to the ground, his whole body was covered in cold sweat, his clothes were quickly soaked with sweat, and his whole person was in a state of dehydration.

【System! Twilight screams frantically in the back of her mind, but gets no response.

During the struggle, he finally moved his fingers, and with the movement of his fingers, the white mist was pulled and twisted, like a flowing cloud, and the white mist transformed into a humanoid silhouette in front of his eyes.

The loneliness disappeared, and before Twilight could breathe a sigh of relief, the middle-aged man who had transformed into the white mist swallowed Twilight in one gulp.

The world was plunged into infinite darkness, but this time it was not lonely, but the voice of a man's broken thoughts came, sometimes on the left, sometimes on the right, floating uncertainly.

Twilight couldn't move at this time, but fortunately, his vision was affected and he looked into the darkness ahead, and suddenly a reddish light appeared in the lower right corner.

Twisting his pupils to look at the reddish light source, which was the epitome of the giant man who had swallowed Twilight, and the sound of broken thoughts was made by the man.

"You're number one, you're number one, you're number one."

Recite it three times in the lower right corner, and the man will change positions to appear behind the left side of Twilight, repeat the broken thought three times, and then appear directly in front of him.

"You're number one—" The man's voice paused, and he looked at Twilight, whose eyes were clear and his pupils were full of inquiry, and the man suddenly panicked.

"You... Can you see me? ”

Twilight tried to open her mouth to refute, but her whole body was oppressed by the pressure, and she couldn't even open her mouth to speak.

"Why aren't you affected by the illusion?"

It dawned on Bai Twilight that the man's strange behavior was explained, presumably the behavior of jumping left and right like a fool was combined with the illusion, and Bai Twilight was not affected by the illusion, and only felt that the man was acting strangely and like a fool.

"It doesn't matter! You'll have to listen carefully to what I'm going to say! Can't miss a process! ”

The man suddenly approached Twilight, put his mouth to Twilight's ear and whispered, "You are the only one who is not affected by Auntie's curse, I can let you escape here, and after you get out, you must do what I say, so that you can kill Auntie!" ”

"Find the gray portrait in the recital room, the swan music on the stage, find the strings at the bottom of the lake where the swan dances, sprinkle blood on the border between light and darkness, everything needs to be washed away with blood, and the end of the resentment needs to be calmed with music."

[This is the poem?] Didn't expect it to be the key to killing my aunt? 】

But why did he tell me? Is it also a borrowed knife to kill? 】

Before Twilight could figure it out, a white light appeared at the forefront, at first it was just a little fluorescence, but as Twilight moved forward rapidly, the point of light grew larger, and finally Twilight was enveloped in white light.

The next second the darkness cleared, and the air was filled with the smell of disinfectant water, this was the hospital, and Twilight was lying on the hospital bed with needles and tubes inserted all over her body.

The system's eager voice sounded in his head: [Host! You're finally awake! 】

[What happened just now?] Why can't I reach you? 】

[The system doesn't know...]

Tearing off the needle on his body, Twilight quickly climbed out of bed, and at some point his clothes turned into a hospital gown, but fortunately, the red silk sword was not affected, and a thought naturally appeared and the red silk re-formed into a long sword.

Stepping barefoot on the ground and pushing open the door of the hospital room, as soon as he walked out of the door, the hospital gown on his body changed at the same time as the scene, and Twilight appeared at the funeral in a black suit.

The funeral was empty, and the owner of the funeral was a 19-year-old girl, and her black-and-white photograph was placed above the mourning hall, under which was the coffin of a black coffin.

"Xu Wenwen?" Twilight went to get the picture, but her hand went straight through.

"Grey portrait found in the recital room? The portrait is in black and white, and this is not a recital room, not here? ”

Twilight taps on the coffin, her voice is empty, and she tries to lift it again, but it is very light and does not look like a corpse at all.

"It's not Xu Wenwen lying inside!"

The long sword broke through the coffin and lifted the lid of the coffin, and what was placed inside was indeed not a corpse, but a delicate violin.

The violin is exactly the same as the one in the performance room on the third floor, and there is a golden signature on the headstock - Xu Wenwen.

Twilight takes the violin out of the coffin and puts it around his neck to play, only to realize that the violin has no strings and a bow, and a ridiculous idea arises in Twilight's mind.

[With blood vessels as strings and human bones as bows.] 】

Even the most ridiculous idea makes sense in the game copy, and this is the answer to the decryption.

"Neurotic, huh?!" Twilight doesn't have masochistic tendencies, isn't it just a string when it comes to strings? And there are a lot of lines!

Red silk is wrapped around the body of the instrument to act as strings, and the long sword transforms into a bow.

The movement is played at this moment, the sound is distorted and noisy, harsh and dry.

After a song, nothing happened.

"The tone is all messed up and needs to be tuned?"

According to the guidance of the system, Twilight completed the tuning, and then played a song, this time the song could barely be heard, but it was only barely.

Still nothing happened.

"What's missing? It's not a matter of the score... If I were a game, how would I set up this level of decryption? It is nothing more than the pain that brings the player, and it takes nine deaths to complete the level. ”

Sacrifice is required to have a chance to clear the level.

"Or do I need to sacrifice my veins and bones to clear the level?"

Without hesitation, the long sword slashed across his left arm, and the red silk instantly wrapped the wound without letting a little blood splash out, and Bai Dui's left arm was reshaped by the red silk, and the severed left arm was instantly pulled out of the blood vessel and shaved off the flesh.

The veins are pulled, segmented, and in place of the red silk strings on the violin, and the arm bones are polished by the red wire, cut, and turned into a perfect violin bow.

The third time he played, the sound was no longer pleasant, it was more unpleasant than the red silk strings, it was not the sound of the instrument at all, but the desperate cry of a man before he died, it was a business from hell, tormenting the ears of all his listeners, and would make the listeners unconsciously fall into sorrow, and only want to immediately poke their deaf ears to avoid the sound.

You don't even need to finish playing, halfway through the song, the sky and the earth are discolored, the wreaths, coffins, and photos all turn gray, as if they have been shelved for a hundred years, and have survived a hundred years of loneliness and fallen into dust.

In this world, only the twilight is still colorful, the phantom behind him is bright red and dazzling, and the violin on the shoulder is glowing with scarlet luster.

Twilight took the photo without any problems, but the violin in his hand did not disappear, he looked at the empty coffin, shook his head and sighed.

The red silk wraps around the violin and condenses into a slender figure, and Twilight gently places the figure into the coffin, then reseals the coffin.

This gesture doesn't make any sense, it's just Twilight's self-comfort.

"At least give her a peaceful funeral."

The way out of the funeral hall was at the back of the mourning hall, still with the red door, and when the door was pushed in, the recital room was left behind, and the scenery in front of it changed abruptly, and when it resumed, Twilight stood in the center of the circus.

The audience was empty, but the cheers were endless, and in front of Twilight was a huge iron cage, the door of which was wide open, and inside was a white ballet.

"The movement of the swan? The stage is inside the iron cage, but what about the lake? The floor is flat and there is no dent or bulge, and there is even a feeling of warmth coming from under the floor. ”

Twilight instantly guesses the so-called lake.

"You want me to bleed into a pool of blood that mirrors my reflection?"

Without hesitation, the sword slashed through the wrist, and the blood flowed to the floor, it was tantamount to a fantasy to fill the entire venue, and although the game required players to sacrifice to clear the level, it would never set a mortal situation.

The bloodletting lasted for five minutes, and Twilight's head was dazed, her lips were pale, and suddenly blood gushed out of the audience, and it merged with Twilight's blood to form a pool of blood.

Pools of blood reflected the reflection of Twilight and the Iron Cage, and the overhead spotlight focused on the Iron Cage.

All that's left is to put on a ballet costume and dance gracefully in the Scarlet World, but Twilight can't dance, and the ballet costume is so much smaller that she can't wear it at all.

Twilight can only condense the red silk into a doll, let the doll wear a ballet costume, and then let the phantom pull the doll with red silk, and make the doll make corresponding movements with his feelings.

After the first movement, a beautiful piano music sounds, the sound of the piano is soothing and elegant, and Twilight controls the puppet to make movements, and the beat can barely keep up.

The piano music stops abruptly, without a single interval, and the violin sound, which is completely opposite to the soothing, is played!

Twilight struggles to control the puppet, and despite the blood grinding from her fingertips, the music doesn't give her time to breathe, and the violin sounds become more and more intense, stopping abruptly at the climax.

Just like Xu Wenwen's life, it ended at the most brilliant moment, and this brilliance, like this ballet, is constructed with blood and pain.