Doll Survival Game [Unlimited]

Chapter 235 Happy 16

The hunched shadow walked to the door, and a black streamer came into sight of several people.

Luo Yiran immediately retracted all his divergent thoughts, and stared at the door.

He Xiaoye also held his breath involuntarily.

Only the magician was still moving, he lightly stretched out his hand to wrap around Luo Yiran's waist, and then pressed his whole body against it.

Luo Yiran didn't care - after all, if he was discovered, he would definitely need a magician to run with him.

The shadow took another step forward, so the slender sickle appeared outside the door, and He Xiaoye saw the man on the screen in front of him start to shake from the corner of his eye.

The person in the painting couldn't make a sound, so he desperately waved his folding fan in an attempt to attract the existence outside.

He Xiaoye wanted to kill him in an instant, but he didn't dare to touch it, fearing that he would be sucked in by the paper screen, and it would be too dangerous to make any noise, so He Xiaoye could only curse in his heart.

The sound of dragging outside the door gradually became louder, and the crooked figures all appeared at once after taking the next step.He Xiaoye quickly lowered his head before he saw it - he absolutely didn't want to look at it!It's over if you can't hold back the cry.

Luo Yiran next to him was alright, he was already mentally prepared, so he calmly watched the person at the door who almost bowed to ninety degrees come into sight.

It's the old man...

His gray hair was braided into a long braid around his neck, and his black clothes were in tattered strips that hung like tassels.

And the exposed body was so thin that it seemed that there was only a thin layer of skin on the bones.

...like someone who is about to starve to death in a famine land.

"..."

Luo Yiran suddenly choked for breath.

He saw what the old man was dragging.

No, it's not a thing to be precise, it's half a person.

The young woman who was still wearing a mask was gone from the waist down, and her two arms were gone, while the old man was dragging forward by grabbing the woman's hair.

Become a limp human being.

The mask on Luo Yiran's face was heavy, and his eyes instantly darkened.

—Because the magician's hand was on the eyes of his mask.

Luo Yiran paused, then slowly raised his hand to cover the magician's.

"stop looking."

The magician's voice was so low it seemed to be an illusion.

But Luo Yiran still stopped all movements.

The magician raised his eyes, he looked at the old man at the door more calmly than Luo Yiran, and suddenly stopped, and then the old man turned his head and looked over after a pause.

Under the old man's messy hair, there are two dark holes where the eyes are.

The eyeballs must have been ripped out.

The magician looked at him emotionlessly with his beautiful eyes, and his half-kneeling body stood upright—as long as the old man came over, he would shoot first.

During this quiet confrontation, the man in the painting on the screen saw the appearance of the old man clearly, and he suddenly stopped all movements.

But the old man still faced the room and stopped for a while, his head moved slightly, the hook-like nose was very slight, as if he really didn't find anything, the old man turned his head silently and continued walking.

The man on the screen took a deep breath.

The magician let go of Luo Yiran's eyes, and then whispered: "That guy has no eyes."

So it's impossible to be seen.

Luo Yiran looked up at the man on the screen: "He seems very disappointed."

He Xiaoye secretly raised his eyes when he heard their voices, he was relieved to find that the old man hadn't come out from the gap in the screen, but the next thing he saw was the bloodstain left by the dragging door, so he held back again - dare not Think about what just happened.

The magician carefully tucked Luo Yiran's hair hanging from his ears behind his ears, and waited for the sound of dragging outside the door to fade away before he spoke: "That may be the guards arranged on each floor of the Nine Eighth Tower...it should be a while." will appear again."

Similar to being on patrol.

"But that guy is blind and cannot see what the person in the painting is saying, so he is naturally disappointed." The magician said softly.

Fortunately, they can't see it, otherwise they are likely to be discovered.

He Xiaoye held Ye Mingzhu bitterly: "It's too much, I really want to burn him."

Luo Yiran took out the fire folder very cooperatively: "Yes."

The man in the painting froze, he blinked blankly, and then reacted the same way as the woman in the painting next door—he shrank in a corner of the paper screen.

The sound of dragging outside the door has disappeared, Luo Yiran's voice became a little higher: "If there is a next time, even if I die, I will drag my back."

The man in the painting: "..."

He honestly huddled in a corner and shook his head frantically.

More timid than the woman next door.

He Xiaoye glanced enviously at Luo Yiran's Huozhangzi, and then glanced at the tightly wrapped Ye Mingzhu in his arms with distaste—should I throw this thing away?

A light source without a switch is not a good light source, and the sense of security it brings is false.

He was complaining in his heart, Luo Yiran looked at him at this moment: "Tell me about the screen."

He Xiaoye nodded quickly when he came back to his senses.

Then he looked at the screen full of villains, stretched out his hand and pointed in the air: "That yellow hair... Zhang Mimi should have appeared at the mouth of the well at first, and then this next time he appeared... and then this ..."

Looking at the route pointed out by He Xiaoye, Luo Yiran frowned slightly - this is quite normal, since he came to a strange place and started his investigation.

But he seemed to find something on the way, so he returned to the bedroom he had already been to.

I can't figure it out, after all, the painting is not moving in real time.

Luo Yiran withdrew his gaze—this means that there are two lines in the Jiuba Pagoda, inside and outside the painting.I just don't know whether they complement each other or have their own clues.

Luo Yiran looked at Zhang Mimi on the screen, and didn't realize what might happen to him so far, so he stood up: "Have you turned over this room?"

The layout of this room is the same as that of the next door, but there are differences in small details, such as some more gadgets, more like someone is living there.

He Xiaoye said in embarrassment: "No... I dare not move."

Afraid that something else would suck him in too.

Luo Yiran closed his eyes: "Then look for it, there may be clues."

He Xiaoye glanced at the paper screen: "Zhang Mimi..."

Luo Yiran: "Don't worry about him, he's very powerful."

The main reason is that so far the paintings are all exploratory developments, and he doesn't know how to get people out.

He Xiaoye groaned, then stood up cautiously, and then quickly put Ye Mingzhu under the quilt on the bed, covering the light tightly.

Then look back to see if something appears at the door.

Up to now, he has also guessed that the "person" exactly like him is his shadow ghost, probably because he was touched, so the black shadow ghost has become an existence exactly like him.

That thing gave him a particularly bad feeling.So He Xiaoye decided not to see any light source again, and if there is a light source that cannot be avoided, he will immediately close his eyes...

If you close your eyes and you can't see the light source, then the shadow ghost should disappear, right?

He Xiaoye absently flipped through the suspicious places in the room.

Luo Yiran couldn't exercise too much, so he sat on the edge of the table, and then directed the magician to turn over.

magician:"……"

He tugged at the silver chain around his neck and let out a laugh, but obediently went to look through it.

Where to turn.

Luo Yiran looked at the man in the painting who looked a little nervous on the paper screen from the corner of his eye, and then watched the movement of his eyeballs.

The person in the painting is really good, and the eyes are almost unobstructed.

"On the left, under the cabinet."

The magician responded, and then he reached out and took out a... purse?

The magician glanced at it, raised his eyebrows slightly, and threw it on the table: "Look, master."

Luo Yiran didn't reach for it for a while, he looked at the person in the painting.

The person in the painting holds the folding fan tightly: "..."

Luo Yiran tilted his head, the red ghost mask was terrifying in the dark, but his voice was quite gentle: "Magician, find a way to let him open the fan in his hand for me to see."

"I want to see the patterned side."

The person in this painting has never opened the folding fan, and he is not careless like the person in the painting next door. However, he wanted to open the folding fan again, but he stopped as if he had reacted quickly after opening it.

It's curious how strict the protection is.

The magician took out a fire pocket, and then responded in a low voice: "Deling."

The person in the painting backed away with a bang bang.

Luo Yiran reached out to pick up the purse on the table, which was rusted with delicate green bamboo and had a faint fragrance.

Luo Yiran looked down, and then saw the three words written on the bottom of the purse——

Give the white key.

Luo Yiran raised his eyebrows - the Bai family?