Infinite Escape Room: No Parkour - Chapter 48

The cobwebs seemed to have suddenly lost the strength to support them, and loosened as soft as clouds.

Shi Yu just reached out and grabbed the spider web, and the spider silk melted in the palm of her hand.

Because of the greed of the human heart, he will use money to try to bribe God to pay for his sins.

But people do not know that God does not love money.

When Shi Yu escaped from the spider web, he suddenly realized that Huai was gone.

Only Ying Zhuo rushed to him and asked with concern: “Are you okay?”

It was all right.

But there is something wrong with the human face spider.

It was lying on the ground dying, with its eight-legged legs tucked together, and it seemed that it didn’t even have the strength to stand.

Ying Zhuo said that human beliefs are very powerful and can resolve evil grievances.

When Shiyu looked at the Human Face Spider, the faces of the women on its belly had their eyes closed, and the expressions on their faces were extremely painful and hopeless.

Their wish is actually very simple.

They want to go home.

Ying Zhuo didn’t care where Huai went, as if he already knew where Huai would go, he said to Shi Yu, “The bamboo joint bell can send them home.”

Shi Yu suggested: “Then I go to the cemetery to pick off all those bamboo bells?”

Ying Zhuo nodded, and then watched the girl rush to the cemetery, standing still without saying a word.

“Why did Father get you here?” he asked.

The Human Face Spider raised his head and looked at Ying Zhuo, as if he wanted to say something but couldn’t say anything, so he lowered his head again.

When the human face spider did not speak, Ying Zhuo continued to ask, “Is Father’s dagger really in this world?”

The Human Face Spider reacted and nodded towards Ying Zhuo.

Father did not lie.

But Ying Zhuo stayed in this world for fifteen years, and apart from discovering that this world was built by his father and the evil things in it were also controlled by his father, there was no other gain.

It seems that besides wanting to kill him, Huai’s purpose is also for Father A’s dagger.

Ying Zhuo was a little itchy, looking at the human face spider, there was also some sense of yearning and exploration in his eyes.

Huai ah Huai, you are too arrogant.

A father said before that one day you will fall on this one.

The human girl came back, holding a pile of bamboo bells in her hand and handing it to Ying Zhuo.

Ying Zhuo was a little funny: “One is enough.”

Time encounter: “…”

Ying Zhuo held the bamboo bell and held it high above the human-face spider. He didn’t say anything but his eyes were concentrated on the human-face spider, and then Shiyu saw a little red around his pupils. Fog light.

This light looked very soft, flowing around his pupils, evil and cold.

“Go home,” he said.

The human-faced spider’s body was hot, and it looked like it was steamed.

Ying Zhuo held the bamboo bell and shook it gently.

A nice voice echoed in Ying Zhuo’s hands, very pleasing to the ear.

He guided the souls of countless women, following the sound of the wind chimes back to their hometowns. These poor women are still living in their bones until now. Perhaps the souls can take a look at their hometown and their relatives for the last time. Become the greatest comfort.

Shi Yu looked at the gradually transparent human-faced spider and sighed softly.

A sense of powerlessness haunts my mind, perhaps this is the only thing a living person can do,

Before the human face spider disappeared completely, Shi Yu vaguely heard a very, very light sentence, which seemed to be from the human face spider, but because the voice was too soft, Shi Yu only heard a few words.

—”The dagger…three thousand…the end.”

“What does it say?” Shi Yuqiu Yingzhuo asked with a thoughtful expression.

Ying Zhuo smiled: “It said, you are really my gospel.”

“…” Shi met.

The piece of red meat in her chest is like a messy, harmless little animal, beating irregularly. Looking at Ying Zhuo, she always feels that the winged shadow she saw before the Sifang Buddha statue is herself. Hallucinations.

This incident ended with Ying Zhuo sending away the Human Face Spider. I don’t know if it was getting cold soon, Shi Yu always felt that the light around him seemed to be brighter again.

“Are you about to see the sky?” she asked.

The body should be scorched slightly towards her: “I will see it, I promise.”

Shi Yu had no reason to feel at ease, raised his eyes and looked at his slightly egg white skin covered in white mist, and heard the sound of the four Buddha statues moving.

It seems to be reminding them that they should go to the next event.

The Sifang Buddha seems to be conscious, and every pair of its eyes can see the human beings standing in front of them.

“Where has Huai gone, do you know?” Shi Yu asked, taking a look at the Buddha statue.

Ying Zhuo shrugged: “Who knows.”

The relationship between the two is very poor, and I don’t even bother to say if I know it, Shi Yu knows it in his heart.

Sifang Buddha moved towards Nuo next to him, revealing a path, which seemed to be vacated for Shi Yu and them to go to another place.

What is the position on the other side?

Shiyu didn’t know, maybe it was another hell.

Since waking up in Three Thousand Worlds, she has seen too many ugly aspects of human nature.

These evil things that have turned out of the ugly side of human beings can dissipate because of human beliefs, and sometimes they are a little curious: “God calls us over to play these games, is it to dispel these evil things? Is it God? Can’t you do it yourself?”

Ying Zhuo looked back at her, “Have you forgotten? God is not almighty.”

“…” Shi met.

“God can’t come in this place.” Ying Zhuo said. “This is the rule set by the God of Creation who established this world in the first place.”

“why?”

“Because here, the third rib of the God of Creation is hidden.”

God bone.

Suppress these demons and sprites.

Ying Zhuo said bluntly: “I want to find the rib of the God of Creation.”

“What will happen after I get it?” the unintelligible human asked.

“After I got it…” Ying Zhuo smiled lightly, his smile calmly cold and pleasant. “It can close the door of the three thousand worlds, so that innocent humans will no longer be attracted in.”

In fact, Ying Zhuo still has one more sentence left.

That is, once you get it, you can get revenge and take grievances.

But Shiyu caught another question in the words: “Is the door of the Three Thousand Worlds opened by someone?”

“Yes, it was not turned on by someone to be precise, but…” Ying Zhuo raised a finger and pointed towards the sky, and said the word “God” to Shiyu without making a sound. “Just fifteen years ago, the people there opened the door to three thousand worlds, causing the souls of many dying people to be attracted in and become food for evil things.”

“…” Shi met.

“No one has ever been able to find the ribs of the God of Creation, and in the past 15 years, no one has been able to leave here.” When Ying Zhuo said this, Shi Yu inexplicably dimmed and lost hope. But Ying Zhuo was very confident of Shiyu. “But I think you will create this miracle.”

Shiyu was very happy, and Xinying Yingzhuo believed her so much.

The two people walked side by side through the road where the four Buddhas were opened, and a slightly unreal mirage appeared in front of them, which looked a little foggy and unclear.

But when they were truly standing in the next event, Shiyu blinked again and saw the solidification of the things in front of them.

—”The white clouds turned soft around the fingers, and I walked side by side with the general.”

— “If I die in battle, I will forget to run with you by the river.”

—”The clouds on the horizon, ah, the clouds walk slowly, and your moon does not come to swim until night.”

—”The yin fate of the former dust is to be found in this life, and there is no destiny for the next life in this life.”

The small song came in a slow tune quietly.

Surrounded by carved beams and paintings, elegant and bookish.

A small student in Tsing Yi with red lips and white teeth placed a snare drum in front of him, and his green fingertips pinched a wooden mallet to hit the drum head, and the nice little tune came lightly following the rhythm.

And in front of him, sat a kind of spectator, everyone was sitting at the round wooden table, in front of them were fruit snacks, listening to this melodious little tune comfortably.

Shi Yu was attracted by this xiaosheng’s singing. This kind of Beijing rhyme drum is rare in modern times, especially with such a round tone, which can hook people’s souls in.

This piece is rarely heard, unlike some classic masters.

Shi Yu’s gaze fell on a notice board next to him, on which the singer of the Jingyun drum was written in black and red paper.

—【Siyue】

—[Song Song Title: “Cloud Chasing the Moon”]

Cloud chasing the moon.

It’s a different kind of elegance.

Shi Yu was thinking, when she heard Jing Yun’s voice in her ears, she suddenly changed her cry. Many guests seemed to be a little wrong, whispering about what’s wrong with the artist they love?

—”The clouds on the horizon, ah, the clouds walk slowly, and your moon does not come to swim until night.”

The cry was even worse, the original clear and loud tone became very bitter and choked.

The sound does not become a tone, the tune does not become a tune.

Tsing Yi Xiaosheng has red lips and white teeth. The male and female faces are very handsome. There is also a cinnabar tear mole under the corner of his right eye. Generally, this kind of face is a life of drifting and wandering, so he will be engaged in this kind of nasty profession.

He was crying and singing.

Suona mixed with his crying, it sounded like a funeral.

Many guests felt unlucky, so they slapped the table and scolded them when they had opinions.

But the Tsing Yi Xiaosheng named Si Bai didn’t listen, and sang his own tune to himself.

—”…The yin fate of the former dust is searched for in this life, and there is no destiny for the next life in this life.”

When he finished singing the last syllable, he suddenly stopped beating the drum and plunged his head to a red pillar next to him.

“Boom—”

The head hit the wooden pole, blood splashing.

That day, no one could think of it.

Si Bai, a well-known Jingyun drum musician in Beijing, slammed himself into a suicide after singing his famous song “Cloud Chasing the Moon”.

This move shocked almost everyone present. The guests fled in fright, leaving only one guest sitting at the table unmoved.

Shi Yu was feeling a little strange, and wanted to ask the guest who hadn’t left, but suddenly heard the sounds from three watches.

—”Welcome to the [Wangchuan River, I will wait for you] event.”

—”This incident took place in the [Tao Le House] in Beijing on January 8, 3000. I believe you have witnessed the occurrence of a murder with your own eyes just now.

—”Please find out why Si Bai hit the pillar and committed suicide.”

The background of this incident gave very little information.

The “guest” sitting in the guest seat stood up, and when he looked at the golden lens on the bridge of his nose, he looked at the aura and familiar face of a noble son during the Republic of China period.

It’s Huai.