Chapter 17 Paper Man City 14
It was not difficult to walk in the ruined Zuixian Building. Jiang Yuelu bent down and climbed out of the first floor. The space suddenly became clear and another small staircase leading to the second floor was still intact.
□□There is an upward symbol engraved on the handrail for lying down, which seems to be left by Chen Chuan and others.
Going up the wooden stairs to the second floor, the broken floor boards creaked painfully from time to time.
The second floor was more than half damaged, and the one where he was at the time collapsed the most. The destructive blow at that time seemed to be coming towards him. Was it an order from the female voice of the system that was gradually becoming emotional?
Jiang Yuelu intuitively felt that an examination hall that required a balance in every aspect would not allow a mere system to kill examinees, and there must be some hidden story that he was unaware of.
Thinking this, I went to the third floor.
The test paper records that there are some rooms on the third floor of Zuixianlou, but they are all Tianzi rooms, which are equivalent to the luxury business rooms on the upper floors of modern hotels.
In the dark corridor, hurried footprints can be vaguely seen, leading to the room at the end.
There is a small shrine every few meters on the wall, in which the majestic God of Wealth holding a sword is enshrined. It must have been a long time since anyone wiped the shrine, and both the statue and the shrine are covered with dust.
I heard footsteps outside, and the room at the end opened slightly.
Chen Chuan, who was anxious because he didn't know the whereabouts of his teammates, stuck his head out and saw Jiang Yuelu and couldn't help but be surprised: "...Great, you're okay!"
Jiang Yuelu nodded: "Fortunately you left a mark."
"Mark?" Chen Chuan was confused. "What mark?"
After hearing his words, Jiang Yuelu slowed down her pace as she entered the room. "There are signs along the way leading to here."
"...We were running for our lives, how could we expect these things?" Chen Chuan explained, blushing uncontrollably, glancing at the corridor anxiously, "Come in first! Otherwise, she will chase us again."
Jiang Yuelu comforted him, "Don't worry. It's safe for now."
"real?"
Chen Chuan trusted him very much, so he went to share the good news with Zhao Xiaoxuan without asking any questions.
Jiang Yuelu saw Leng Jing as soon as she entered the room. His treatment was better now. He was no longer lying on the broken bricks and tiles. Chen Chuan settled him on the wooden bed and covered him with a quilt.
This place looks like a place where people live, but judging from the furnishings, it is not up to the standard of a top-notch house. It should be a resting place for the owner or family members of Zuixianlou.
In the past, the waterways were unobstructed, and merchants came and went. Zuixianlou's business also flourished. When the boss and his family were still busy in the early morning, they could only rest in the store.
Jiang Yuelu planned to check on Leng Jing's injuries first, but he didn't expect that after taking a few steps, he caught a glimpse of several dark shadows by the window. Having just been spiritually baptized by Madam Zhu, his nerves became particularly alert. "Who's there?"
Chen Chuan hurriedly said: "It's one of ours!"
The moon was bright after the clouds had passed, and the white light that leaked out illuminated two people by the window. They were Jiang Xinhui and Lin Shenyin, whom I hadn't seen for a long time.
They were all covered in blood, had messy hair, and looked to be in a bad mental state.
Jiang Xinhui is a girl who looks weak but is actually tougher than Yu Xiong. Despite this, the successive deaths of her teammates still dealt her a huge blow, and now she finally can't hold on any longer.
She hugged her knees and stared at her hands blankly.
The cloth torn from the wizard's robe was wrapped around her wrists. She seemed to still hear Yuan Xiang's comforting words as he bandaged her wrists: "You have to think positively. Although we are injured, we are still alive. As long as we are alive, we are still alive..."
But Yuan Xiang died.
He was dragged into the dark night by the rustling sound. His screams continued to be heard from the other side of the wall.
“Pah.”
Tears fell on the red cloth knot on her wrist.
"I killed him." Jiang Xinhui raised her head and looked at Jiang Yuelu with tearful eyes, "He helped me, but I did nothing. I killed him."
Jiang Yuelu shook her head, "It's not your fault."
Zhao Xiaoxuan and Chen Chuan stared at the ground in silence. Jiang Yuelu's calm and ruthless voice echoed in the small room.
"I've already felt bad for being brought here and forced to accept all this. Do you still want to point the sword of self-blame at yourself now?"
"You died, but I am still alive. I am sorry that I didn't try harder to save you."
"Everyone would have such thoughts, but what then?"
Jiang Xinhui murmured: "Then?"
"It's meaningless to stop at the level of apology, so I won't stop here." Jiang Yuelu's speech speed was still as steady as before, and there didn't sound any sense of urgency. "I want to find the people who killed them, torture them ten or a hundred times in the same way, use their screams and pain to commemorate the dead souls, and use their aching internal organs to apologize to the dead."
Zhao Xiaoxuan couldn't help but shiver.
After delivering this trembling speech, Jiang Yuelu suddenly shrugged and smiled: "If this will make you feel better, then do it."
Anyway, Jiang Xinhui is still a little better than before.
She whispered, "Thank you."
"We didn't kill him, but there are people here who killed him..." Zhao Xiaoxuan didn't dare to look up, but forced herself to finish speaking.
"Xiao Xuan!"
"Isn't it?" Zhao Xiaoxuan said loudly: "Leng Jing said not to choose, but he still chose. It is because Lin Shenyin insisted on having his own way that we are punished!"
"If you had listened to Leng Jing, how could Yuan Xiang die? How could your arm be broken?" Zhao Xiaoxuan looked at Chen Chuan's right arm with tears in her eyes. She could no longer control her emotions and burst into tears.
“Don’t do that.”
Leng Jing's tired voice was heard from the wooden bed.
"If you calculate it this way, if I hadn't chosen the easy mode, no one would have died or been injured. Jiang Yuelu is right. We have already suffered a lot. We must not blame ourselves."
"The ones who should really be blamed are the murderers and the evil spirits."
After saying these words, he began to breathe weakly, and Zhao Xiaoxuan and Chen Chuan hurried to take care of him.
"impossible."
Lin Shenyin, who had been silent all this time, suddenly spoke and attracted everyone's attention. Zhao Xiaoxuan looked at him impatiently, "What's impossible?"
“My choice can’t be wrong.”
"Huh?" Chen Chuan couldn't listen any longer. "What are you talking about? We are going to fall, right?"
"My choice will not go wrong, it will not go wrong..." Lin Shenyin muttered to himself. Chen Chuan shook his head and said, "Crazy, crazy, another crazy one" and ignored him. After muttering to himself for a while, Lin Shenyin suddenly saw Jiang Yuelu and grabbed his hand, his eyes filled with fanaticism: "You know it, right? You know I won't make mistakes!"
Jiang Yuelu remained calm: "Why?"
Lin Shenyin had said similar words countless times.
This person is very contradictory. He is sure of his ability to predict the dungeon, but he makes mistakes repeatedly. But even so, there is still a 50% chance that he is right.
On some issues, he was omniscient and powerful like a god, but on other issues, he perfectly avoided the correct answer, as if God deliberately kept it from him.
“Because I can hear God’s voice!”
No one paid any attention to his crazy talk.
Lin Shenyin pushed Jiang Yuelu away violently, knocking over countless ornaments along the way, and walked back and forth in the room like a madman, constantly muttering "I know, I know", constantly looking for something.
Suddenly, he stopped in front of the wooden bed and looked at Leng Jing coldly.
"What are you going to do again!" Zhao Xiaoxuan was almost speechless.
He said coldly: "Get up."
Leng Jing made a pause gesture, not wanting to argue with a madman. After he got out of bed, Lin Shenyin pushed the bed aside, revealing half of the white wall. He stared at the rat hole in the corner and muttered to himself, "I know it's here, I know."
He knelt down, stretched out his hand for a long time as if he knew what was inside, and pulled out a dry paper bag.
As soon as I opened the outermost layer, something fell out.
It was a small flesh-colored object with blood stains.
His thoughts, which had been moving forward quickly, suddenly got stuck. He had never encountered such a stagnation before. All along, whenever he saw a pavilion, a voice would ring in his mind telling him how many people were in the pavilion; when he saw a town in the distance, he knew that the city gate could not be entered and he had to find a ladder first; before he saw the paper man in the ancestral hall, a voice told him that it was a tree, and what was about to appear was related to the tree...
A charming, young female voice.
Keep telling him where the shortcuts are and keep helping him draw a straight and smooth road for him to travel.
Even when he made the wrong choice, he had no problem hearing the goddess' sweet voice.
But when he saw this piece of thing fall out, he was completely unprepared, his mind was blank, there was nothing.
Lin Shenyin opened her mouth in a daze and heard the answer from others: "...Ears, isn't this a human ear?!"
Zhao Xiaoxuan shouted, "This is a human ear!"
But Lin Shenyin suddenly handed the paper bag in front of her, and Zhao Xiaoxuan screamed in fright.
"What is this!" His cold voice and fanatical eyes formed a perfect contrast.
“…”
"You took this out, how would I know what it is?" Zhao Xiaoxuan shook her head in despair, "You are really crazy..."
He pretended not to hear and handed the crumpled paper bag to everyone, "What is this? What is this? Tell me, what is this!"
Jiang Yuelu took it from him, unfolded the folds of the paper layer by layer, revealing several old items.
A book of paper bound with straw ropes, densely written with words. A neatly bound appointment document. In addition to these two things, there was also a pile of scattered charred bone residue.
After these things appeared, a distant, sad and heavy atmosphere surrounded everyone. No one spoke. Jiang Yuelu silently opened the straw-bound paper book with the most words.
"Today is our first day in the examination room. The test has not started yet, but all the wizarding students are eager to try. This is the first batch of examination rooms to be opened. "Paper Man City" is it? Haha! You are finally going to show your true colors..."
After reading the black words on the white paper in a low voice, Jiang Yuelu paused.
He motioned for everyone to sit in a circle. Lin Shenyin was still standing there like a lost soul.
"This note leaves several messages."
"First, its recorders should be a group of wizards who came to take the exam just like us. But they call themselves wizard students and say that everyone is eager to try, which is different from our situation."
Jiang Yuelu said: "I suspect they are all students like Leng Jing who came directly from the college to take the exam."
Leng Jing asked him to continue.
"Furthermore, the significance of this exam to them seems to be more than just an entrance exam."
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