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Yu Tong's soul entered the system space, and everyone gathered together, staring at the video.
As the video speed slowed down, the images that appeared between flashes on the screen gradually became clearer.
That's a capital nine.
The second time it flashed, it became [eight]
The screen continued to flicker.
【seven】
【six】
【five】
The system said blankly: [Is this a countdown? ]
Yu Tong pursed her lips and said, "Well, countdown to 0 o'clock."
At the same time, Chen Yanli, who was lying on the bed, also sat up, lowered his eyes and stared quietly at the screen of his mobile phone.
The screen flickered faster and faster, the countdown lasted longer and longer, and the sound of the movie narration became unclear.
【Four】
【three】
[Fuck! Why did the countdown suddenly start? What will happen when the countdown ends?]
Yu Tong didn't answer, he didn't know either.
But judging from Chen Yanli's calm reaction, Brother Chen knew what was going on.
【two】
【one】
【zero】
It was midnight, and the image displayed on the screen completely stopped at zero.
The pitch-black screen and the pure white zeros make people feel uncomfortable.
The lights in the room began to flicker, and hurried footsteps could be heard faintly in the silent corridor.
Chen Yanli's roommate hasn't come back yet, and the bed opposite is empty.
Yu Tong noticed that after the countdown ended, Brother Chen kept staring at the dormitory door.
He jumped into Chen Yanli's arms, stood up and looked at the door vigilantly.
The next second, the dormitory door handle began to turn.
The wooden door creaked open and a group of pale-faced monks pushed the door open and walked in.
They were holding axes and kitchen knives, and their scarlet eyes were staring straight at Chen Yanli.
The fat monk that Yu Tong was most familiar with was also standing among them.
The leading old monk, holding an axe, spoke in a hoarse voice: "Fachen, have you found the child you lost?"
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From the moment the old monk started speaking, Yu Tong felt that something was wrong.
They all came with axes to chop Chen Yanli, so it was a bit unnecessary to test whether he was really deaf at this time.
Yu Tong thought about what happened today and remembered one thing.
In the afternoon in the donor's dormitory, Brother Chen subconsciously turned his head after hearing the sound of a rabbit.
Yu Tong quickly looked at the fat monk not far away.
The fat man's festive round face was covered with a cold smile, and he no longer had the kind and gentle look he had during the day.
No need to analyze further, the old monk's reaction says it all.
"Fachen, I already know that you are not deaf and you can hear."
Chen Yanli sat upright on the bed, closed his eyes and said nothing.
The old monk showed a look of deep sorrow and anguish, "I should have made you deaf in the beginning, so that you would not be bewitched by the demon and release the evil spirit."
Yu Tong's body tensed up involuntarily.
He understood what the old monk said.
In the eyes of these fake monks, the little boy that Brother Chen let go is an evil spirit that will harm the people.
Since they were so kind and responsible, why didn't they go out and look for the child themselves instead of asking Brother Chen to do it? Aren't they afraid that Fa Chen would be stubborn and would rather die than find the child?
Everyone present is either dying or one of our own. Who is this old man pretending to be?
The old monk scolded for three or four minutes before he slowly calmed down with the comfort of the fat monk.
The fat monk supported the old monk's trembling body and sighed, "Brother Fachen, why are you still pretending to be deaf and dumb even now?"
Chen Yanli opened his eyes, and there was deep doubt in his dark eyes.
The phone was stuck on the countdown to 'zero', so he couldn't type in the memo. There was no paper or pen on the bed, so Chen Yanli couldn't write.
He could only raise his finger and point at his ears, shaking his head helplessly.
The old monk hesitated and asked, "Can't you hear us?"
Chen Yanli didn't respond.
The old monk took a few steps forward, raised his hands to pry open his mouth, and looked inside.
Because they can't speak, the villains rarely open their mouths except when eating. Even if they do, it's only a tiny gap.
Seeing the old monk's reaction, Yu Tong knew that Brother Chen was up to something.
He jumped with all his might, and in the flickering light, he could barely see a bunch of dense lines on Chen Yanli's mouth and tongue.
The pattern is very complicated, like some kind of spell rune.
The color is very close to the inside of the mouth, and you can't see it at all unless you open your mouth and take a closer look.
The light in the house flickered and the patterns were blurry.
The old monk didn't use a flashlight, but he wasn't affected at all. Perhaps he could see clearly in the dark.
After checking Chen Yanli's mouth, the old monk frowned and said, "How strange! The Silencing Spell is fine."
The fat monk reminded from behind, "Master, the most important thing is the ears."
The old monk held up Chen Yanli's face again and used his dry and pale fingers to pry open his ears.
Chen Yanli's breathing was steady, and there was no expression on his face.
A feeling of nervousness and uneasiness was transmitted to Yu Tong who was standing beside him through the telepathic props.
From his angle, he could only see the old monk's pale bald head, but could not see what was happening in Chen Yanli's ears.
However, according to Yu Tong's understanding, Brother Chen is very confident as he is well prepared and it is impossible for him to panic.
Unless he knows it clearly, his ears cannot withstand scrutiny.
After examining the left ear, the old monk nodded to the fat monk.
As he turned Chen Yanli's head and leaned over to check his other ear, the emotions conveyed by the telepathic props suddenly became extremely intense.
Even Yu Tong's heartbeat began to speed up uncontrollably.
The problem is with the right ear, and the old monk cannot be allowed to look at Brother Chen’s right ear.
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