Chapter 110:

Park Xiujin cannot accept this fact.
She refused to give up easily, and then continued to explore with the team and came to the land of death in this prophecy. In this way, if she chose to die in the same place, wouldn't she not come here and break the prophecy?
She will die here...
Park Xiujin looked around for a while, taking out a small bottle from the bag she had been carrying with her. This is her life-saving prop, with the world's grievances remaining on it, which can protect her from attack for a while.
But if you face a higher order ghost, then this small bottle has no way.
Will she die?
Ak47 also clenched the gun. If he saw the ghost appear, he would really open it. The gun - the reason is not him, not good intentions, but if they can really save Park Xiu Jin to break the prophecy, not only find a confrontation The silent way also destroys his own predictions of death.
Xiao Li stood in the same place and looked at Park Xiujin’s every move.
Near the noon sun shines on the streets of the town, the merchants' doors and windows on the roadside are closed, and the black smoke in the distance is rolling, all of which are quite hot, but the people present only feel cold.
Xiao Li raised the pen and wrote on Xiao Huangben: [I don't believe in prophecy. 】
Nothing can't be broken.
Park Xiu-jin pinched her throat with her fingers. She had a kind of uncertainty in her heart. She wanted to make a sound to try to see if her nephew had been taken away, but some remaining reason prevented her from doing so.
Shimizu asked with concern: [Do you have anything that feels wrong? 】
Park Xiujin shook her head at first, but soon her eyes fixed on a certain point in the void. She used the mouth to say: [It noticed me...]
Thai muscles are tight: [It? Who? 】
【How do you feel? 】 Qingshui held a sign and went to Park Xiujin.
Park Xiu-jin’s eyes became somewhat blurred. Her eyes were fixed on a corner. Just wanted to take a step. The bottle in her hand shattered and there was an invisible mucous membrane wrapped around Park Xiu-jin. The short state of confusion was saved.
Park Xiu-jin took a step back. She took a deep breath and felt her voice. She shuddered and took out her own book and wrote: [Yes, it’s not over yet, it’s only temporary, I feel... there is a force on me. It is. 】
The black smoke in the distance is getting thicker and thicker. It seems that the fire is getting bigger and bigger, and it is alive.
Clear water brows locked, he did not find any clues, looked back and hesitantly looked at Xiao Li.
The life-saving props of the senior reincarnation are enough to delay the prophecy, but no one knows how the prophecy will be implemented. Maybe they will go back here after leaving, and that Park Xiu-jin will have no props to save his life. .
Xiao Li originally looked at the place where the original Park Xiu Jin looked. When he regained his gaze, he paused for a moment—on the side of the corner, Xiao Li saw the old man who lived opposite the hotel.
The old man was wearing a robe and a horse, and his eyes were looking at the reincarnation.
It is him...
Xiao Li didn't chase after him. He first focused on Park Xiu-jin, because she lost the protection of the bottle at this moment, and her look picked up again.
Turbulent, there was a shadow in the eyes of everyone - there was a white shadow dragging long sleeves, standing on the roof of the street along the road, overlooking them.
It was the white shadow in the study.
But it feels different from that time, is the face, or what...?
- is the clarity.
This avatar slammed into Xiao Li’s mind: in the study, the white shadow was transparent and the face was quite blurred, but at this moment it was white and the face was clear. It has a dramatic makeup, and the rouge at the end of the eye is a little pink, and the sleeves are dragged long in the wind.
At this time, Shimizu raised the pen like this: [This, this face is the one I found when I explored the old house. 】
When the ghost of this play appeared, the look of Pu Xiujin’s eyes disappeared, and she slowly took a step toward the other side.
Xiao Li silently snorted, and he came to the AK47 of Gaoma Da, and wrote: "Will you beat people?" The kind that is directly stunned and taken away from the neck. 】
Ak47: "..."
It will be, but... Is this cracking technique too simple and rude?
Ak47 and the teenager looked at each other and instantly understood the meaning of Xiao Li. He put away his gun and strode to Park Xiujin, and smashed the girl's back neck with a slap in the eye.
Park Xiujin fell down, and when she fell to the ground, ak47 reached out and caught her.
Xiao Li holds a sign: [Go. 】
Park Xiujin is not fat, his body is flexible but powerful, and ak47 does not bother to carry her up. He avoided the sight of the ghost on the side of the roof and ran to keep up with Xiao Li, who was in the forefront.
Unexpectedly, the play ghost did not stop them, the sleeves were squeaked in the air by the wind, and it just turned around and watched them go.
The old man was gone when passing the corner.
Xiao Li gave a look to the corner, and then went to the black smoke.
Shimizu stepped up to catch up with him: [Sherlock, do you have any thoughts? 】
Xiao Li: [Yes, quite a lot, what do you mean? 】
Shimizu: [Pak Hidejin, what are you going to do? 】
Xiao Li: [Wait to tie her hand first, let her faint, and the rest will be said later. 】
It's a bit rough, but since the former dead have been scratching their own faces, then Sherlock's solution... is somewhat effective.
Shimizu wrote with difficulty: [......... I studied Chinese traditional culture when I was studying abroad, and it was only a play-like drama, which would be related to the truth of this town? For example, it is a singer, but in an accident, it lost its voice and appearance, and since then it hated any sound, to take away the human voice and face. 】
Xiao Li: [The idea is good. 】
Then there is no more.
Clear water: [...]
They walked and wrote while walking. After walking a few streets, they saw the burning point of the black smoke. It was a coincidence that they knew that it was the backyard of the hotel where the reincarnation wanted to stay.
The fire is very strong, and you can feel the hot tongue across a distance.
The hotel owner stood at the door, and her face had a strange smile, which seemed like relief and sadness.
The fire is getting bigger and bigger. Most of the houses in this town are all wood. According to this trend, I am afraid that I will be affected by the residential area of ​​this piece.
However, when this worry was raised in the heart of Shimizu, the sky that was still bright and sunny was gradually falling, and thick black clouds came from the sea. Soon, the sky was littered with rain.
The rain was so great that the fire could not compete with the heavy rain, and its arrogance was completely extinguished.
Qingshui could not dodge, and he was poured over by this heavy rain. He looked back and asked Xiao Li to discuss the next move. As a result, he turned his head and saw that the other person had covered his mouth and nose and walked into the hotel lobby.
Xiao Li held a small yellow book and said hello to the hotel owner: [Hello. 】
The hotel owner glanced at him, and she sat down in front of the hotel, and the wrinkles on her face were crowded together.
She didn't talk, and Xiao Li didn't. He moved to the small bench in front of the hotel and was not touched by the fire. He sat at the door and looked at the rain on the town street.
The raindrops drip to the ground and splashed a splash of water.
After a long time, the hotel owner wiped the rain on his face with her hand. She turned her head and made a mouth shape toward Xiao Li: [outsiders, what do you want to ask? 】
Xiao Li looked closely at the black hole in the mouth of the hotel owner. He wrote: [Have you seen someone like us before? 】
The hotel owner grabbed Xiao Li's paper and pen and wrote: [I have let go of this fire, I don't know how many times, no use, the building here can't be damaged. In the same way, as long as they are in the town, they will never go out. 】
Xiao Li: Can you tell me your story? 】
There was a sneer on the boss of the hotel. She looked down and wrote: [My story? I am just a ghost in the same place, I lost my daughter, my husband, but I dare not go with them. In order not to talk, I cut off my tongue that night, and I continued to linger until now. Now I want to come, but it is better to be free earlier. 】
Xiao Li reached out and patted her shoulder: [Do you know about the uninhabited old mansion? 】
This time the hotel owner hesitated and shook his head: [It used to be the richest house, but since the silence has spread from our town, the gap between the rich and the poor is less important, and their family even died than ordinary people. Earlier. 】
Look at the hotel owner like this, I am afraid that I don’t know the secret of the grandfather’s legacy.
Xiao Li asked the other party some simple questions. Then the hotel owner wiped his face with his hand and said that he was going to greet her daughter's husband and set off the curtain and walked into the backyard.
Qingshui came over and had not waited for him to speak. Xiao Li handed the paper he had exchanged with the hotel owner to the other party.
After he finished reading, Shimizu went on to write: [It seems that the clue is still in the old house, we still have to go back. 】
Xiao Li sat at the door of the hotel, holding his chin and looking at the closed door of the old man's house: [No hurry. 】
At the time of their conversation, Lance suddenly walked over to them eagerly: [In the backyard, I just glanced over there and had a coffin! 】
Clear water: [Coffin? Will the hotel owner prepare for himself? 】
[No, no, it seems to be... the coffin we saw in the old house mourning hall! Lans wrote categorically, [will it be directed at ... to Park Xiujin? For the sake of prophecy? 】
Xiao Li stood up, patted the soil and walked toward the back yard.
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