Chapter 616: Knife Cutting and Blood Painting
Wu Xian's mouth twitched: "Tell me first, what do you want me to help you with?"
Hao Yulan said in a low voice: "I got a ticket to go home, but I also want to go home in glory like my niece Caiwei. I want to get my beautiful skin back, but no matter how hard I try, I still can't return to my normal appearance..."
What should I use to plug it?
Where to put it?
Yesterday's human Rubik's Cube was disgusting enough, so Wu Xian quickly refused: "Sister, it's not that I won't help you, but I didn't sleep all night yesterday, and I stayed up all day today. Now I'm really sleepy. Forcing myself to help will only damage your beauty. How about this, let me sleep first, and I'll help you tomorrow when I'm well slept."
There was silence outside the door for a long time.
"It seems that you dislike your sister for being old... But it doesn't matter, I will come to find you again, and then you will become like me, and then you won't dislike your sister anymore."
After saying this, Hao Yulan outside the door, like Zhou Caiwei yesterday, expressed her gratitude to something and then returned to her room.
After she returned to the room, Wu Xian observed her for a while before wiping his sweat off his face. The night was finally over.
"Uh-huh, uh-huh..."
Fan Qingyue awkwardly pulled the black hair out of her throat, and then removed all the black hair on her hands and feet. Some places had their skin broken, and it hurt like needles when touched.
She asked Wu Xian in a somewhat embarrassed manner: "Brother Wu, if it weren't for you, I might have been choked to death by the thing, but weren't you resting? How could you come to save me so promptly?"
Wu Xian casually threw the empty syringe into the trash can: "If you want to live long in the blessed land, you must stay alert when you sleep. The noise you made was enough to wake me up."
After resting for a while, Fan Qingyue's breathing gradually stabilized. To be honest, the attack just now made her body feel very comfortable, but she still felt guilty for the mistake she made while on guard.
"That evil spirit was quite cunning. She stuck her hair out of the window to block our window, and used her hair to pull the treetops to create the illusion that it was cloudy outside, forcing me to turn on the lights. She also sneaked in close to the ground so that I couldn't find her..."
She lowered her head and apologized: "I'm sorry, it's my fault. I was too careless."
Wu Xian waved his hand, not blaming her.
The evil's methods are ever-changing. It is possible to face the same situation and make the same choice, but the results will be completely different.
We are all just human beings, not the detectives in the stories who have planned everything perfectly. Even Wu Xian encountered unexpected things and made many low-level mistakes.
Wu Xian lay on the bed and asked Fan Qingyue and Heigu to rest as well.
"If my guess is correct, the danger tonight should have passed, but you should not go out for the time being. There may still be danger outside."
After the two men and the dog lay down again, Wu Xian's expression showed a little worry.
By now, he has almost figured out the routine of the experience center.
The lost people are safe on the first and second nights here. There will be a small attack on the third night, just like what happened to Hao Yulan yesterday, and there will be a big attack on the fourth night, just like what happened to Zhou Caiwei yesterday.
And tomorrow will be the third night that Wu Xian and Heigu have come to the experience center.
Judging from Hao Yulan’s example, Wu Xian should have no problem dealing with the danger on the third night.
But it is also possible that the attack on the third night was to plant seeds in Wu Xian's body, and the great danger on the fourth night was just waiting for the seeds to germinate in Wu Xian's body.
So if Wu Xian failed on the third night, nothing he did on the fourth night would be able to turn the situation around!
In addition, after Wu Xian helped Zhou Caiwei last night, Zhou Caiwei said that she would help Wu Xian if she had the chance. According to the same logic, if Wu Xian helped Hao Yulan tonight, he might also receive help from Hao Yulan at a critical moment. But Zhou Caiwei was an evil spirit after all, and the help she mentioned might be another trap, so Wu Xian did not provoke Hao Yulan tonight.
Finally, there is the black dog blood drawn from Heigu’s body.
The blood of the dog spirit is really useful...
"If Heigu's cognition is modified tomorrow, I will definitely smoke two more tubes. This is all for its own good..."
As he was thinking, Wu Xian fell into a deep sleep.
……
in sleep.
Wu Xian vaguely heard a strange piece of music, like the funeral music he had heard in some blessed land before, but the tune was more mournful and eerie.
The first thing he saw was a bloody full moon!
The diameter of this moon is several times larger than a normal moon. It is covered with earthworm-like blood vessels and alveolar-like cysts. These living biological tissues are dark and light in color. If you squint your eyes, you can find that this moon vaguely looks like a giant eye!
In front of Wu Xian was a stage located in the wilderness. Around the stage stood twisted trees without a single leaf on them. Their postures were strange, like Nuo dancers whose movements were frozen and their bodies were stretched.
After lowering his head, Wu Xian found that he was sitting on a mahogany chair. The chairs around him were empty. Wu Xian was the only one listening to this play. The cold wind made Wu Xian's spine chill.
There were white spirit-calling banners hanging behind the stage. A man in a silk costume with red and white makeup on his face was waving his wide robe and sleeves, dancing as if to call back spirits, and humming a sad tune.
"I have been in the opera house since I was young, and I get money for showing off my ugliness in front of people."
"If you are unlucky enough to draw the death lot, one person will be sacrificed for the rest of the people."
"A stage was set up in the wilderness during the Zhongyuan Festival, and the faces of ghosts were painted with blood and cut with knives."
"Now, while the body is still warm, I will sing to the ghosts and gods to continue the relationship..."
After each line of lyrics, the man got closer to Wu Xian. After a few flashes, he was already in front of Wu Xian.
Wu Xian, who was still in a dream, was unaware of the danger and was just enjoying the strange music.
Suddenly the man grabbed Wu Xian's chin, and he stopped singing and started shouting at Wu Xian's face with an excited tone:
"Drawing a ghost face, you have to draw a ghost face too!"
"After the knife cuts and the blood is smeared, you will have a yin relationship with ghosts and gods, draw ghost faces, make ghost money, and the blood tastes salty on the tip of your tongue..."
The rusty knife stabbed into Wu Xian's face. After a burst of severe pain, Wu Xian suddenly woke up.
He was still in Room No. 5 of the Experience Hall, but a man with a terrifying face was lying on top of him!
This man was the one Wu Xian saw in his dream. There were only red and white on his face, and the scattered blocks of color outlined a face that was intimidating!
If you look closely, you can see that the lines between those twisted blocks of color are cut out with a knife, and the red blocks are made of blood, and the white blocks may come from human brains. From the red and white blocks, there is a stench like that of a rotting corpse...
(End of this chapter)
