Chapter 441 This is the East Wing Funeral
The inviting voice sounded from behind the door.
A delicate figure was reflected behind the gap in the paper-pasted door frame.
Through the door, Ye Xingzhou felt a pair of eyes staring at him.
Can immortality be so sharp?
Ye Xingzhou glanced at the invisibility talisman.
The invisibility talisman hadn't expired yet, and Ye Xingzhou had deliberately held his breath.
Even Bumie could sense his presence.
Ye Xingzhou took half a step back and did not make a sound for a while.
A soothing voice came from inside the house, "Why are you so nervous, Immortal? If you are here to take something, just come in and take it."
The gaze was fixed on Ye Xingzhou, following him wherever Ye Xingzhou took a step.
Until his back touched the east wing, which was opposite the west wing where the girl was.
The same door.
Ye Xingzhou sensed it with his spiritual sense.
Surprisingly, his spiritual sense could not penetrate either the east or west wing as there were two barriers blocking it.
"Master." The girl chuckled. "If you're worried, just take the things away."
"I've left the things behind the door. Please take them yourself."
After the girl finished speaking, she didn't wait for Ye Xingzhou to reply for a long time, and her figure disappeared behind the door.
If it is not destroyed, Ye Xingzhou will not feel at ease at all.
Now that they have become immortal, what good words can they say?
Ye Xingzhou remained silent as he began to search the corridor.
This corridor is about ten feet long, and you can take in everything by turning around in place.
There was nothing unusual on the outside, the door was tightly closed, and nothing could be seen inside the house.
Ye Xingzhou's gaze moved downwards, landing on the ground and the door frame.
There was a one-centimeter gap there.
As long as you lie down, you can observe the inside of the house.
Ye Xingzhou did not move for a moment.
This gap is very similar to a scene in a horror movie. As long as you lie down and peek, you will meet the eyes of someone in the room who is also looking at you.
Ye Xingzhou looked for a while and slowly squatted down.
A sword poked in from the gap and stabbed back and forth.
Just because he can't kill Immortal doesn't mean he can't stab him.
The sword blade really hit something.
Ye Xingzhou drew his sword and took a look.
Wow, several severed sticky insects are stuck on the sword blade.
The immortal eye is a sticky insect, and the sword really stabbed the eye.
Boy, how could Ye Xingzhou possibly end up in a scene from a horror movie?
The sticky insects were still wriggling on the sword blade, and bursts of burning white smoke were wafting up.
From wriggling to turning into slime and dying.
The mucus dripped onto the wooden floor and gradually formed a few words.
〈The mystery remains unsolved, the hydrangeas fall, and the heads roll.〉
This rule is a reminder that if the mystery is not solved after the girl throws the bouquet, Ye Xingzhou's head will fall to the ground.
It is hard to say whether it will be a bouquet of flowers or a human head that is thrown at that time.
Ye Xingzhou looked at the line of words and began to carefully analyze what the girl had just said.
What he needed was already placed behind the door, and he could get it by just opening it.
So, since the girl discovered Ye Xingzhou outside the door, why didn't she rush out directly from the door, or gather with the other immortals downstairs to share him?
Every word and sentence seemed to be a kind reminder, but in fact every word and sentence was tempting Ye Xingzhou to push the door and go in.
There is only one possibility, the girl’s rule is that she cannot leave this door.
The girl couldn't come out, and Ye Xingzhou couldn't push the door in rashly.
So, what is the key to breaking the deadlock?
Ye Xingzhou sat down on the spot, his eyes moving around.
Two doors.
A corridor.
Ye Xingzhou felt a sense of familiarity.
This is a bit like the illusion layout of the Red and White Demons when he first entered the Ghost Market. (Chapter 141)
One family is happy, the other is sad.
The girl lives behind the door of happiness.
There is also a girl living behind the funeral door.
My thoughts become clearer.
Ye Xingzhou remembered that when he saw the girl at Shuangfen, she was wearing a wedding dress, but had a mourning cloth on her head.
Well now there is an answer.
The reason why there is a breath of life in the West Chamber and it is waiting for the ball to be thrown to find a husband is because the girl is still alive.
It’s not that no one is talking in the east wing, but because the people inside are dead, and the dead cannot speak.
The west wing is for joy, the east wing is for mourning.
The rules specifically mention a hydrangea.
Throwing the hydrangea means the death of Ye Xingzhou and the girl.
That hydrangea is the key to starting the funeral.
Now, it’s time to enter the east wing.
The people in the east wing are dead. Dead people have no life. Even if they become vengeful spirits, there are rules and they cannot come out in broad daylight.
The east wing is safe.
The noise downstairs grew louder.
It's time to start throwing the hydrangeas.
Ye Xingzhou stood up, his hand finally fell on the door bolt, and he pushed it gently.
squeak.
The door to the east wing slowly opened.
The noise in my ears stopped.
This push was like pressing a switch.
The surrounding scene was rapidly receding, so fast that only afterimages were left.
This door overlaps with the red-painted gate of another mansion.
The smell of blood almost broke through the top of my head.
There were dead bodies everywhere.
The blood is redder than the word "happiness".
Ye Xingzhou's feet were raised in the air and did not fall down for a long time.
His gaze fell on the door.
A girl in a wedding dress was crawling on the ground.
There was a deep cut on the sword on her neck. The girl covered her neck with one hand to try to stop the bleeding, and grabbed the ground with the other hand.
The will to survive made her hold her breath and try to move out.
A long trail of blood was dragged under his body.
The girl's eyes were clean, free of immortal parasites, and showed a desire for life amidst her despair.
Ye Xingzhou solved the puzzle.
The moment the puzzle was solved, he traveled back to the scene before the girl's death a hundred years ago.
Ye Xingzhou's feet couldn't step over the threshold.
A force that separates two times.
It's time, isolating time.
The girl stared at the open door, her eyes becoming blurry due to excessive blood loss.
Her body was still struggling to move forward.
It was as if I saw a glimmer of life.
I see.
The girl's eyes, crossing the gap of time, saw Ye Xingzhou behind the threshold, and her throat made a hoarse sound mixed with blood.
The girl was asking Ye Xingzhou for help.
Ye Xingzhou was unable to cross the threshold of the mountain.
Since people couldn't get through, Ye Xingzhou took out the pills and threw them over.
The moment the pill was thrown over the threshold, the jade bottle aged rapidly and finally turned into powder in the air.
There are ninety-nine methods, but none of them are useful.
The gap of a hundred years cannot change life and death.
The girl held her breath.
Drag your body and crawl.
The red embroidered shoes had fallen off while she was escaping.
Tears mixed with blood.
Her eyes were looking at Ye Xingzhou, and also at life.
She is living.
Death is approaching.
Her hand grasped the door sill.
It's getting closer.
Ye Xingzhou heard clearly the girl's cry for help mixed with blood in her throat.
“Save…me…”
Ye Xingzhou took out the repair pill and tried to put it on the hand that traveled through time.
His hands drooped weakly.
Witnessing countless storms and hardships, old and new people have walked through the threshold, leaving behind a bloody palm print begging for help.
The curtain of an era has also fallen.
Ye Xingzhou stood in the time period a hundred years later, watching the death that happened a hundred years ago.
This is the East Wing Funeral.
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