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Chi Yiyin stood stiffly in front of the woodshed door, he stared at the landlady's head from a distance, and didn't come back to his senses for a long while.

Chen San was a little strange. After calling Chi Yiyin twice but there was no response, he walked up to Chi Yiyin and looked past him into the firewood room.

Then, caught off guard, Chen San and the proprietress met each other's eyes, which instantly made him break out in a cold sweat, and nausea rolled up from his stomach.

"vomit!!"

Chen San was retreating, but Chi Yiyin was moving forward.

After the smell in the firewood room dissipated, Chi Yiyin immediately covered her mouth and nose with a handkerchief, and stepped in without fear.

Although he is not a forensic doctor, his experience of searching for ghosts in the most ferocious places for so many years has made him accept these hideous corpses well, and he has also developed the same skills as forensic doctors early on.

After Chi Yiyin got close to the firewood pile, he could see clearly the details that he hadn't noticed just now because of the dim light.

The truncated section under the proprietress's head showed rough muscle lines of different lengths. The blood had long soaked the firewood pile, and the red color had oxidized to black. Some muscle parts had even turned black and bluish-yellow pus flowed out.

This scene made Chi Yiyin stunned.

Not because he was frightened by the ferocious death of the proprietress, but because judging from this level...

The proprietress has been dead for many days.

But just half an hour ago, everyone had just met the proprietress, and even sat next to her, and her irritable getting up anger made her throw out a grown man.

Could it be that what has been appearing in front of everyone before is a ghost?

Ma Yuze's translucent figure slowly emerged from the darkness.

She approached the proprietress's head, and after a close inspection, she turned around and shook her head at Chi Yiyin: "Sir, she was not killed by a ghost, and I found no trace of a ghost on her body."

Chi Yiyin was not surprised by this result.

Judging from the proprietress's neck alone, if such a wound could be formed, she should have been wrung off her neck with bare hands, so that even the broken neck bone is full of sharp stubble.

"but…"

Ma Yuze's hesitant tone made Chi Yiyin raise his head.

He asked softly: "What? Is there a problem?"

Ma Yuze carefully looked at the proprietress twice, and then said in an uncertain tone: "She doesn't seem to be human, but she is not a ghost either."

Before being taken away from Ma's house by Chi Yiyin, Ma Yuze had been a ghost for decades, so he was very familiar with the state of the ghost society.

But in her view, the proprietress is like a wax figure stuck between life and death, in a strange state, which makes her unpredictable.

Chi Yiyin frowned, and after listening to Ma Yuze's explanation, he looked at the proprietress more carefully.

Ma Yuze's words reminded him of the story told by Chen San and the Rock Man.

What they don't realize is that there is one thing running through their experience.

-repeatedly.

Eleven people each year, repeated invitations, struggled to escape from the Snow Mountain Hotel several times.

Chi Yiyin was thinking before, why only the invited person died every time, but the proprietress who was present every time was always safe.

But now, he doesn't think so.

Maybe... the proprietress is not safe either, but no one has ever seen her die with their own eyes.

But there was another thing that Chi Yiyin still couldn't figure out.

Starting with the jeep driver, everyone who dies takes on similar traits and disappears without a trace, making one wonder about one's own memory.

But the proprietress in front of him died normally.

Compared with other people, the death of the proprietress even seemed a little gentle.

—At least, her body is still intact.

When Ma Yuze heard Chi Yiyin's words, he was obviously taken aback. She glanced at the body of the proprietress on the firewood, and then confirmed whether Xia Chi Yiyin was joking.

Then, she moved her lips hesitantly, struggled a bit, but still did not agree with Chi Yiyin's point of view against her will.

The body of the proprietress is definitely not complete.

The reason why Chi Yiyin didn't find the part of the proprietress' body at first sight was because it couldn't be called a body at all.

It was simply a skeleton that had been disassembled cleanly. The human skeleton was stained with blood and had already oxidized and turned black. Even the tiniest joints were disassembled and laid out neatly.

How many bones does a person have?

Count the joints of the proprietress on the firewood, and you will know.

As for the part of the proprietress other than the bones...

The skin bag was thrown in the corner of the woodshed.

After losing the bone support, the limp flesh became strange. It is obvious that there is no difference in human form, but it is not in line with people's own cognition of the same kind. Two different thoughts collide and the brain cannot process the difference.

This makes people instinctively want to escape while the hair is on the back.

Ma Yuze: No matter how you look at it, the proprietress has nothing to do with the word complete... I want to agree with my husband, but my conscience is hard to rest.

"Compared to those that are so broken that you can't put them together, this is indeed tender."

Chi Yiyin squatted halfway on the peeled flesh, wrapped his hand in a handkerchief, and looked through it carefully.

This is by no means something that humans can do.

It was like a rib was pulled out of the bone cleanly, and the bone was crushed into slag, but there was not even a wound on the flesh, and not a single drop of blood flowed.

Many possibilities were listed in Chi Yiyin's mind, but after considering the feasibility, they were crossed out one by one.

He thought regretfully, if he was allowed to do it himself, he wouldn't be able to do it to this extent.

Chi Yiyin's senses are still good, but the audience before the live broadcast couldn't take it anymore.

[It’s disgusting, how can a person die like this? It's too cruel to kill the proprietress, can't you give her a good time? What hatred, what resentment...]

[What if the proprietress was still alive when her bones were removed? She could clearly feel the pain of her bones being pulled away, knowing that she would die but could not stop it. ]

[Senseless. I also deliberately quit to check the name of the live broadcast room, and spent an extra viewing credit, just to confirm that this is really [Snow Mountain Cry]? Which family sends a child Bodhisattva like this? Goblin. ]

[Strange, has this happened to this instance before? How could the lady boss die. ]

[What I want to know more is, after the boss lady is dead, how will the important rules be triggered? There are still tasks, can they still receive the task? ]

[My God, this lady died so beautifully, ah... so intoxicating, this is art, the art of dying! ]

Chen San was originally incapable of accepting the corpse of the proprietress, but when he just recovered a bit, when he looked up, he happened to see Chi Yiyin turning over the limp corpse.

He was so disgusted that he couldn't bear it any longer, and rushed out holding the bucket and vomited.

And Jingcha had already discovered Chi Yiyin's movements and came to find him.

He glanced at Chen San inexplicably, but found that he had an extra rabbit in his sweater pocket.

…This means that his awakened ability reminds him of the survival instinct that danger is approaching, requiring him to protect himself.

Jingcha was stunned for a moment, and looked around but found nothing that would threaten him.

Then he heard Chi Yiyin's voice, coming from the depths of the kitchen.

"Jingcha? Come here, in the firewood room."

Chi Yiyin heard slight footsteps and keenly judged the identity of the person who came.

"What are you doing in the woodshed?"

Jing Cha walked over strangely: "You didn't see me, why did you know it was me?"

He also deliberately looked around, but found nothing that could reflect light.

But this curiosity was instantly suppressed by the new stimulus when he saw the proprietress' head.

"This is…"

Jing Cha frowned tightly: "How is it possible? She was still alive half an hour ago. Did Chen San or Ah Mai kill her when all of us were away?"

But as soon as the words came out of his mouth, he immediately realized that something was wrong.

Neither the taste nor the color looked like it had just died.

Chi Yiyin nodded approvingly, stood up from the boneless flesh of the proprietress, and signaled Jingcha to come over and take a look: "Considering the temperature in the woodshed, the proprietress has been dead for at least half a month."

As soon as Jingcha got close to the lump of flesh, she was so disgusted that she hopped out of the woodshed like a rabbit, and stood outside the door looking in vigilantly.

Chi Yiyin was about to hand the new handkerchief to Jingcha: "...?"

"what are you doing?"

Chi Yiyin was puzzled: "Could it be that you are still afraid that she will eat you?"

But as if in response to Chi Yiyin's words, just as he finished speaking, Jingcha, who was facing the proprietress's head, suddenly found that the proprietress, who was already dead, blinked slowly at him.

Jing Cha frowned fiercely, full of disgust: "!!"

"What, it's disgusting!"

Jingcha said and threw the rabbit out of his hand, trying to make him swallow the head that made him sick, out of sight and out of mind.

But Chi Yiyin quickly stopped him: "What are you doing? This is an important NPC."

Has the "Pope" ever been so angry? He has always been praised by others as his ancestor, and he has never been suppressed by anyone. He behaves willfully and perversely.

So in a rage, Jingcha rebelled, and even had the urge to kill Chi Yiyin here.

Under the dispute, the rabbit turned into a parabola and jumped onto the firewood pile. The head placed on it was shaking, and the bones rolled down and ran towards the firewood door.

"Boss Chi, why haven't you come out? Is there something wrong with the kitchen? When I came over just now, I saw Chen San vomiting..."

It just so happened that Wang Lele saw that Chi Yiyin had been away for a long time and came looking for him. He didn't expect that as soon as he walked into the kitchen following the sound, he saw a head coming straight at him.

Black hair rolled on the head and scattered on the ground. From the gaps in the hair, the muddy eyes stared wide open, staring at Wang Lele stiffly.

At that moment, he felt his scalp explode.

Wang Lele took a deep breath, and then his calm face completely broke: "Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh

Chi Yiyin: "..."

Jing Cha: "...shut up! Or I'll eat you!"

But fear broke through the limit without defense, and has overwhelmed all other perceptions.

Wang Lele couldn't hear Jing Cha's words at all, and lost his awe of the bosses. The only remaining instinct was to scream to vent his fear.

The players, who had already been panicked by the successive deaths, immediately ran to the kitchen after hearing the sound, not knowing what happened next.

"Could it be that something happened to that Chi Yiyin?"

Someone muttered and wondered, "Did he go to the kitchen just now?"

As soon as these words came out, Chu Yueli who was beside him felt his heart tremble and panicked.

He had difficulty walking and was sitting on the sofa all the time. He didn't even bother to look for his crutches, so he leaned on the wall and limped towards the kitchen, eager to confirm Chi Yiyin's safety.

The person upstairs who watched all this coldly turned his head and smiled softly: "It seems that something happened to your little lover, why don't you go and have a look?"

Li Sijun was half leaning on the railing of the stairs, his bony fingers bent and tapped on the wooden handrail, making regular and mysterious syllables.

"That's not my lover."

Li Sijun dismissed the man's statement, and said with a sneer: "At most, it can be regarded as an interesting performance during the boring time. He is an excellent stage actor. I will send him flowers and applause—to entertain me for him." use."

"But other..."

He let out a snort, lowered his eyelashes halfway, handsome and lazy: "I'm not interested, and I don't need it."

"Lover, lover, or whatever—whether it's the game field or reality, no one is qualified to stand by my side."

Hearing this, the man laughed softly, like a spring breeze blowing on his face: "Don't talk too much, or even you will regret it one day. God can't control every detail, especially when it still exists. Down."

When "it" was mentioned, a dark light flashed across Li Sijun's eyes, dim and unclear.

"I'm very surprised that your stage actors can do this. But..."

The man looked sideways, and habitually raised his hand to push the glasses on the bridge of his nose: "Maybe, that's it."

"I said long ago that your wish will not come true."

Li Sijun didn't care, and said: "However, since you are determined to persevere, then you can personally meet the disappointment."

There was silence on the stairs.

After a while, when Li Sijun looked back lazily, there was no one else besides him.

He leaned on the railing, but the man's words sounded again in his ears.

Don't say too full?

Li Sijun smiled lightly.

Could it be that Chi Yiyin could really become his lover in the future? Chi, how is it possible.

But even thinking about it like this, Chi Yiyin's face still appeared in his mind, every frown, every word, every move, blue eyes like the sea.

Li Sijun was stunned.

Pool…

Yiyin, right?

"Chi Yiyin, Yiyin? Huh."

He smiled inexplicably, seeming a little contemptuous and fearless, his golden brown eyes were cold and indifferent.

…

When Chu Yueli staggered to the kitchen, he was still sweating profusely from exhaustion, but he insisted on going to the place where the crowd was standing, wanting to see Chi Yiyin's situation with his own eyes.

Chi Yiyin and Jingcha stood in the middle of the crowd. He seemed a little helpless in the face of the young man, moreover he couldn't laugh or cry, looked at the ground and shook his head with a smile.

Chu Yueli looked down, and saw Wang Lele sitting slumped on the ground, holding a black head wrapped in messy hair in his hands. He looked as if he had been frightened stupid, like a statue motionless.

"I didn't do anything, it was his own problem."

Jingcha folded her arms in front of her, and snorted unhappily: "If you are timid, don't come out, find a place to die, and insist on coming to make trouble for me."

Chi Yiyin: "...Are you talking about yourself?"

He silently shifted his gaze to Jingcha: "Just now someone was so frightened that he threw away the rabbit. Maybe it's my illusion?"

Jingcha... Jingcha shut up.

He turned away, refusing to answer.

The other people who came later gradually became flustered after the initial fear.

"Here, is this the boss lady?"

Someone was about to cry in fright: "How could this be? I have entered this dungeon so many times, and this has never happened before!"

Chi Yiyin thought of the inconsistency between Chen San and everyone before, so he wanted to ask.

At that moment, a voice came from behind the crowd.

"Excuse me…"

The voice was gentle and gentle, like a spring breeze blowing on the face, enough to sweep away everyone's fear.

They subconsciously looked sideways, and the gap made way for Chi Yiyin to see the owner of the voice clearly.

It was a man in a wheelchair.

He was wearing a shirt and a vest, like a nobleman in an old manor who lived a peaceful life. But the blanket covering his legs speaks volumes about his physical condition.

The man looked at Chi Yiyin curiously, and asked with a smile, "I heard the voice, did something happen?"