Chapter 109:

The white shadow is close to transparency, not like the whiteness of ordinary ghosts, but through it, you can see the translucency of the opposite environment.
It has a long hair, long waist and hips, dressed in white, embroidered with a pink pattern on the edge of the sleeves. It is a human form with five senses.
When the white shadow appeared suddenly, it rushed out of the house and everyone was shocked at the place.
Xiao Li stood in the forefront, he faced the white shadow, and for the first time reached out and grabbed the white shadow.
However, his hand did not touch the white shadow, the head of the shadow went to the right side, avoiding his touch, and fluttering straight toward the right side, like a piece of paper. , disappeared into the eyes of everyone.
Park Xiu-jin took a step back. She was standing next to Xiao Li. It was the second person after him. She clearly saw the strange scene.
The girl opened the phone and slammed the phone: [That is... what? 】
Standing on her left side of the shrug: [I don't know. 】
There are too many weird creatures in this town. Fortunately, it seems that they have not been too hostile to the reincarnation before they have violated the taboos. Even if they meet positively, they are mostly escaping.
Park Xiu-jin saw a lot, but obviously there was no more than a lot of chestnuts. Perhaps he alone saw the white-handed fist in the left hand holding a fist.
It was a flesh-colored film, because the white shadow clenched the fist, it was tightly held in a group, but the thin edge was faintly visible from the edge of the glimpse.
Xiao Li’s first thought was the face.
There is also a big probability of lying in the face of a lost character.
He pushed the door open, and wanted to go in the first place, but when he was about to step into the door, Xiao Li suddenly thought of the original intention of coming in the world - he is not lying? How is it now that he is habitually rushing to the forefront, is there something wrong?
Xiao Li wants to come and think, the problem is still in the prophecy of the coffin.
He silently took back the foot and stood next to him, rushing to the clear water behind him to make a "please enter" gesture.
Clear water: "........."
He looked at Xiao Li suspiciously: [What happened? 】
Xiao Li: [Nothing, give you some opportunities to play, you please first. 】
Clear water:? ? ?
Is this ridicule?
He couldn't keep up with the rhythm of Sherlock, and he didn't know what the other party meant. He stabbed for a while at the door and Xiao Li, and finally scratched his head, or entered the room first.
This room was a study from Thailand. At that time, he only swept his eyes in it and did not read the books on it.
Near the desk, there was a person lying down, male, his face was bloody, his clothes were wet by the heavy rain last night, forming a small mooring underneath.
Shimizu recognizes that he is one of the plot characters in the film cg.
From the perspective of his shoes, the footprints outside are exactly what he left behind.
Lance wrote: [He was the white shadow killed...? 】
【Probably. 】
Xiao Li took his eyes off the plot of the character and turned to look around.
The walls of the study were full of paintings. As the Thai described at the time, the masters of the old houses had only landscape paintings and no characters.
Hanging in the center, the painting that people can see when they push in the door is the peach tree in the backyard.
In the painting, the peach trees are slim, with lush foliage, and are filled with brightly colored peaches, which are red and green.
The paintings around the town are the town of the whole town, with empty streets at dusk; the front of the old house, the open red door, and the hall facing the gate; Xiao Li even saw it in it. That hotel.
The vividness of these paintings, standing in front of the corresponding painting paper, is like seeing the original object through time and space.
Xiao Li did not take himself as an outsider directly at the desk, picked up the brush on the desk, and sighed with sigh: [The painting is really good. 】
Shimizu remembered the paintings of the other party on the ghost ship last night, and looked eccentrically to look back.
Unlike Xiao Li, Shimizu’s attention was placed on the body of the plot.
He speculated that the other party's mentality at the time, if he was to enter the study to take refuge, then it must have been discovered what would make him scream and scream, thus breaking the taboo.
Clear water fell on one knee and removed the male hand. It really found a lot of handwriting on the concrete floor.
Those handwritings are engraved on the concrete floor, and it seems that the owner of the old house used to alert himself:
[I... I know why more and more people in the town have disappeared recently, I know... the answer is silence! Never talk, can't...]
[I also know why my little son is dead. Although he never talks during the day, he will snoring at night...]
[But I don't know what is going on here. It's still pretty good before, how can it suddenly become like this? Think about it, everything starts from that day, the day I got my grandfather's legacy! 】
[But that's just something unusual. How is this going to happen? 】
[Well, I saw Pinger die in front of me. I can’t help but cry. I cried, and no one can stop me. At that moment, I know that I am going to die, but it doesn’t matter, I I can finally go with them, my wife, my son. 】
[I accepted everything, calmly waiting for death, it treated everyone fairly, it came, I saw it. 】
[It's beautiful...]
The handwriting came to an abrupt end.
Shimizu translates to others.
It can be inferred from this passage that the taboos in this town are related to the inheritance of the grandfather of the ancient house owner, and the inheritance is something unusual, but unfortunately there is no specific description of what heritage it is.
Ak47 looked at the translated English, as if he was afraid to write: [I used to fight in the evening, but fortunately I thought of this layer in time. 】
Lance Road: [That's why you can't fight, like sneezing, coughing, etc., you can make a big noise...]
Thai inserted a word on the paper they wrote: [and diarrhea. 】
[This place is awkward for a few days, what can I do for a lifetime, who can guarantee that I will not make a sound in my life? And sometimes the gastrointestinal motility is not forbidden if you want to ban. 】 Park Xiujin’s expression is strangely sighed.
They have no doubt as to why the remaining residents in the town do not escape. The common routines like this kind of copy can't escape, or the residents are still worried about something in the town.
Because of this topic, it has been a good thing for the team to make the long-term stagnation atmosphere a little more relaxed.
Shimizu also smiled and wrote: [The previous copy is good, don't worry about the physiological condition. Now I am worried about the sound of water in the toilet. 】
In a silent laugh, Park Xiujin stood up straight.
She used to bend over and write on the table. At this moment, she had a long waist and was so bitter. She put the pen on the paper and stroked her waist with her hand.
However, at this time, I don’t know where to blow a breeze. The strangeness of the wind is like an invisible ghost blowing a mouth at the edge of the table and blowing it at the table, so that the pen rolls on the table. Seeing that it will fall to the edge -
Park Xiu-jin was shocked. Her body leaned to the right and reached out to catch the pen. However, this posture made her feet step on the water stain under the story!
She caught the pen, but the whole person fell to the ground because of the weightlessness, and made a dull sound.
Park Xiujin was lying on the ground, her eyes were moist, she didn't cry, but she bit her lip and ate the lipstick on her lips.
I...I am going to die? She thought slyly.
Because of this sound, the other rounds stopped moving like the pause button.
In the past, the way to identify contraindications was to speak. If no sound can be heard, it means that the sound was taken away, but Park Xiu-jin’s situation is special. No one knows whether the movement of the fall is not a sound.
She can only wait.
This makes Pu Xiujin's emotions close to collapse.
Xiao Li stood up. He reached out and took Park Xiujin's hand and pulled her up. He took out Xiao Huang Ben and wrote: [Not necessarily. 】
Park Xiujin's lips are pale and silently said to Xiao Li: [really? 】
Xiao Li puts on Xiao Huang Ben. He just wants to talk. He suddenly looks away from Park Xiu Jin’s face and turns to look outside.
In the horizon somewhere, the black smoke suddenly ignited.
It’s like...where it burns up.
Black smoke is getting bigger and bigger, spreading with the wind toward the old house.
Xiao Li took a picture of Park Xiujin's shoulder. He jumped out of the threshold of the study, went to the corridor, looked at the place where the black smoke came, and estimated the distance in his heart.
[Go and see. 】 Xiao Li holds Xiao Huang Ben.
His speed was very fast, and there was no shadow in the corridor. Others also ran around with Xiao Li.
Park Xiu-jin touched her eyes, and she stood at the bottom with low emotions. She knew that she was too fierce, but... but she still didn't want to give up, just in case? In case the sound caused by the fall is not counted, or the sound is very boring, it does not reach the standard of contraindications...
She bit her teeth and followed.

There are smoky directions, even if the road idiot can quickly find a destination.
Xiao Li took the team toward the black smoke, and Park Xiujin stood at the end.
The town is still very quiet, even if there is such a big thing, no one has come out to see what the fire is.
Turning another corner, it is the place where the black smoke is lit up -
However, right here, in the middle of this path, Xiao Li suddenly stopped.
【what happened? 】 Qingshui asked.
Xiao Li’s eyes wandered around, including the shops on the street, and the sky in the sky. Finally, his eyes fell on Park Xiu-jin.
Park Xiujin is holding her mouth with her hand. She wants to roar, but she is afraid that she can't hold her emotions, and then makes a sound, so she has to pout.
Her eyes and Xiao Li docked, then she realized what, put down her hand -
Because all this is exactly the same as the mirror prophecy in the hands of the coffin.
Here is the place where Park Xiujin died in the mirror of prophecy.
The author has something to say: At the end of the month, the peristaltic sounds that want the nutrient solution =3=2k