Funerals (14) - Into the Coffin

Zhao Ruru didn't miss the regret in his tone and continued to watch Yu Xing.

She decided to go out and ask Zhao Mou exactly how much this person's Personality Assimilation Degree.

Zhao Mou brought the person to the party; surely he knew that?

Yu Xing maintained her smile, looked up at the young master's portrait, and said, "Don't worry, I won't open your coffin. It's sealed so tightly, I couldn't open it even if I wanted to."

Blood began to flow from the young man's nostrils, mouth, and ears in the portrait.

"Looks like I said something wrong." Yu Xing chuckled, completely ignoring the terrifying but harmless-looking photo, and walked to the coffin on the left that didn't have a photo.

Although attempts to open the five middle coffins were stopped, there was no ghostly aura in the coffins next to them.

When he entered the mourning hall, he glanced at the coffins briefly. They were all in different states. For example, the young master's coffin was the only one among the dozen or so that was nailed shut. And then there was the one in front of him, whose walls were covered with bloody handprints.

There were twelve coffins in total, four of which were covered with bloody handprints.

"Xing..." Zhao Ruru sighed, wondering why Yu Xing so obsessed with coffins.

"What's the panic? We're just looking for the door." Yu Xing knew she had frightened the girl earlier, so she decided to tell her some good news as compensation, "And I've already found it."

Zhao Ruru was stunned.

Her mind raced, and she finally realized what was happening.

"Are you trying to say...?" Her eyes widened as she glanced at the coffins.

"That's right, just as you thought." Yu Xing bypassed the coffin with the bloody handprint and came to a coffin that showed no obvious abnormalities except for slight mold. He placed his hand on the lid and suddenly pushed it open.

There was no progress.

However, a clue from the deduction was generated.

Wow, that sounds threatening. I'm so scared.

Yu Xing savored the system's writing with great interest and commented, "The Yugi is quite good."

System:"..."

Without any hesitation, he pushed the coffin again, and this time, with his extraordinary strength, the coffin lid was easily pushed open.

Inside... it was completely empty.

There were no ghosts, nor any secret passages.

"It's not the door." Zhao Ruru was a little disappointed. She knew that time was running out. If Yu Xing guessed wrong, Zhao Yijiu, who couldn't hold back the ghost, would definitely come back soon, and then they would be in real trouble.

However, it seemed that bad luck was more likely than good luck. Just as she was thinking this, she heard footsteps approaching from afar, followed by screams that grew louder and louder.

Zhao Ruru's expression changed, and she said urgently, "Find the door quickly, or we'll really die here!"

The task at this stage is not actually that easy to get surrounded. If you find the correct door location step by step, these men in white will scatter and cannot form a killing trap at all.

But they were too careless, and so was she. Because the analysis went smoothly, she suddenly lost her mind and accompanied Yu Xing into the funeral hall with the most white-clad people without any evidence. In fact, due to Zhao Yijiu's attraction along the way, all the white-clad people in the entire ghost house came.

The more Zhao Ruru thought about it, the stranger it seemed, as if she had been bewitched by a ghost.

She's a cautious person, how could she make such a hasty choice?

Yu Xing's smiling tone seemed oblivious to the perilous situation before her, "No rush, there's still time."

Zhao Ruru's strange feeling intensified.

She recalled Yu Xing's attempt to open the five coffins and release the ghosts, and suddenly felt a chill.

What if Xing wasn't courting death, but actually wanted her dead?

This "luck" might not be real luck, but rather a disguise of a ghost!

Although she didn't know the reason for the ghost switching the items, the thought immediately took hold in Zhao Ruru's mind. Her pupils constricted, her breath hitched, and she instinctively wanted to run towards the door.

First, she needed to stay away from "luck," and second, she needed to escape the mourning hall before Zhao Yijiu brought the man in white in; otherwise, if she were trapped inside, she knew she would not survive.

Thirdly, she had to remind Zhao Yijiu that there was no Xing he could trust here, only a ghost skilled at lying!

However, as soon as she lifted her leg, Zhao Ruru felt an irresistible pull on her arm. Terrified, she was pulled in front of "Yu Xing," and the thought flashed through her mind, "It really is a ghost, otherwise it couldn't be so strong."

As the distance suddenly closed, a cryptic smile lingered on Yu Xing's lips, her eyes unfathomably dark.

"You—" Zhao Ruru was about to speak when she was suddenly lifted into the air. She let out a short scream and looked at the young man in front of her in terror.

"Why do you look at me like that...?" Princess Yu Xing hugged Zhao Ruru, her voice lowered, almost a murmur, "It's been so long since anyone looked at me like that, it makes me feel dizzy."

People in the live stream might not have been able to hear what she said, but Zhao Ruru was close enough to barely catch the whole sentence.

This made her even more afraid.

The voices of Zhao Yijiu and the man in white outside the door grew closer and closer. She both hoped that Zhao Yijiu would come to save her quickly, but she also rationally thought that once Zhao Yijiu came in and saw that Xing, who was supposed to help, had become a ghost, he would still have to deal with a bunch of men in white by himself, and probably wouldn't have time to help her at all.

It's over, a dead end.

She is truly a rare pure support-type deducer; every sacrifice that merges with her Persona Mask has no offensive power whatsoever.

In her desperation, she moved her arm at the back of her knee and shoved her into the open coffin.

"!"

He's going to bury me alive!?

This way of dying was even more unacceptable to Zhao Ruru than being killed with a single claw. She watched helplessly as Yu Xing lifted the coffin lid with one hand and slammed it down on her.

The coffin was closed, Zhao Ruru patted the lid from inside. Yu Xing, afraid she would run out, placed his right hand on the coffin.

A faint, dark green light flickered beneath his palm. Yu Xing murmured, "Overly active, ineffective thoughts are really a headache... Just stay put inside, it'll be over soon."

A few seconds later, the coffin returned to calm. He removed his hand, and a small, ink-wash painting-like lock pattern appeared on the coffin. Around the lock was a faint, ghostly face that was so faint it was almost invisible.

All movement inside the coffin ceased.

Just then, Zhao Yijiu rushed into the mourning hall like a whirlwind, turned around and slammed the door shut with the latch that came with it. Turning his head, he saw Yu Xing standing beside the coffin, and Zhao Ruru was no longer in the room.

Outside came the sound of a white-clad man banging on the door, followed by an even more piercing scream. Zhao Yijiu didn't look particularly disheveled, but the sweat on his forehead and his slightly trembling muscles showed the danger of being chased by a group of ghosts.

This door won't hold for long, at most ten seconds.

Zhao Yijiu rushed towards Yu Xing and blurted out, "Has Zhao Ruru already entered?"

Otherwise, he wouldn't be absent.

Yu Xing grunted in agreement and gestured for Zhao Yijiu to walk with him to the right side of the row of coffins.

He said, "Open the coffin, open the one without bloody handprints."

Of the twelve coffins, five had photographs, four had bloody handprints, and the remaining three... were slightly moldy but showed no obvious abnormalities.

There is a body on the left, Zhao Ruru is lying inside it now.

There are two on the right.

Zhao Yijiu didn't ask why and immediately did as instructed. When her hand touched the coffin lid, she paused slightly, clearly having received a system notification.

But he didn't hesitate and pushed him away directly.

There was nothing in the coffin.

He looked at Yu Xing with a questioning gaze. Just then, the man in white slammed the door latch, creating a huge crack with a loud, obvious sound.

"Lie down in the coffin, close the lid, and no matter what happens later, don't open it." Yu Xing also opened the last moldy coffin, and with a "bang," the door was smashed open.

The people in white immediately looked at the portraits in the mourning hall. After seeing that the portraits either had wide-open eyes or were bleeding from their seven orifices, they became much quieter, as if they were in fear.

After only a moment of silence, they began to probe, slowly making their way into the mourning hall, forming an impenetrable encirclement around Zhao Yijiu and Yu Xing.

Fortunately, the room serving as the mourning hall was large enough, occupying a full third of the fifth courtyard. At this pace, it would take the white-clad men several seconds to reach them.

Zhao Yijiu glanced at it, then immediately lay down in the coffin, quickly closing the lid in one smooth motion, as if she had done it many times before.

Seeing that his two teammates had finally finished lying down, Yu Xing breathed a sigh of relief.

Fortunately, Zhao Yijiu's trust in him was very strong, unlike Zhao Ruru would overthink things.

Time was of the essence, and he didn't have time to explain to Zhao Ruru. He could only force her inside... and then use the power of the new offering, which was fused with the original offering, to completely imprison her inside the coffin and prevent her from climbing out.

Oh, he's such a gentle person!

Praising himself inwardly, Yu Xing looked at the white-clad men surrounding him, having already calmly slipped into his own coffin.

But then he looked at the five coffins in the middle, and a desire stirred within him.

Zhao Ruru is right. In the scenarios of Struggle Level and mourning, the inevitable death trap is basically created by human actions.

But she overlooked one thing.

This is Death Parallel Line, a live simulation of a race against time.

In the first stage, where speed is paramount, setting up five malicious ghosts that would only appear if the strategist were to act recklessly is completely unnecessary; there was simply no such motive.

Moreover, it's just the aura of a ghost; to conclude that there's a real ghost inside based solely on the aura is probably not appropriate.

He felt that what was inside wasn't a ghost, but rather some kind of collectible item.

It's the kind of thing where taking it or not won't affect your chances of passing the level, but taking it will definitely bring you some benefits.

Furthermore...

Even if he really is a ghost, as long as he lies down in the coffin before being caught, he won't be in any danger. After all, the deduction hints made it very clear.

"Until you die."

In other words, after death, whatever it may be, it will no longer bother the person who opens the coffin.

A funeral is being held here.

He lay down in the coffin and the lid was closed.

Can anyone prove he's not dead?

This hint, which seems like a threat to the diviner to open the coffin, is actually a very obvious friendly suggestion!

It took Yu Xing a fraction of a second to convince herself. She leaned forward, stood in front of the five coffins, and kicked them.

The simulation alerts sounded four times in a row, and except for the young master's coffin which was nailed shut, the lids of the other coffins fell to the ground with a dull thud.