Just as the seven people were thinking about Wei Guang's analysis, a voice suddenly came from the white wolf's corpse.

"It's ta!"

The sound came very abruptly and strangely, and the voice was exactly the same as the dead white wolf.

The other seven people all focused their attention on the corpses, especially the white wolf's face, with a faint look of expectation, as if waiting for the dead person to bring a new breakthrough.

However, what was waiting for was definitely not a clue, but another wave of light source was confused and in a daze.

Ji Li's brain fell into a brief pause, and his thinking ability paused when he looked at the white wolf's face, followed by a severe headache.

This pain seemed to come from the depths of his soul. He subconsciously supported his hand on his head, but he was not injured in any place, but the whistling headache could not be removed at all.

In this trance again, the scene changes seemed to appear in the blurred vision.

The originally spacious and bright auditorium has been replaced by another small and crowded room, and the light source is even more sparse, with only faint yellow light projecting from the side.

Fortunately, the pain did not last long. When Ji Li opened his eyes, he was sitting on a comfortable and soft sofa chair. In front of him was a mahogany table, with some books, quills and some miscellaneous items placed on the table.

The most eye-catching thing is an envelope placed in the center of the table, with a bilingual sentence in Chinese and English:

"Open at the right time."

"White Wolf?!"

Clyde's shout attracted Ji Li's gaze to the whole room.

Obviously, this is a study room with a lot of books, so many that there are stacked book walls on all sides.

As for the only light source in this study, it is a burning white candle placed in the southeast corner of the book wall.

The candles have been burning for a long time, and the melted wax mud covered the entire corner of the wall, and stuck the east and west walls together.

Its flame was only a finger away from the flammable book, and you could see that the corners of the book were black and zoomed.

Seven people, Ji Li sat in front of the only table in the study.

The remaining six people were basically leaning against various positions on the book wall before they woke up from their trance and observed them as soon as possible.

"It's all a study room."

Li Mochou put his hand on a book on the wall of the book and pulled it back tentatively, but the wall swayed a little as it moved, forcing his movements to stop it.

It seems that these books are real, and they are not really made of walls. There is still room behind a large number of books.

"What does it mean to change? Don't you even give me the chance to have an autopsy?"

A trace of suspicion flashed in Wei Guang's eyes. He had begun to not understand what arrangements he had for this game were.

So, everyone's eyes began to focus on the envelope at Ji Li's table, especially in the short six words.

Wei Guang held the envelope in his hand and tried to see the contents in the candle light.

There is a piece of thin paper in the envelope, with a few lines of black words inside, but it is obvious that you cannot know the specific content if you don’t disassemble it.

However, everyone can basically think of what these black words are, they are just short essays like the auditorium.

After reading the short article in the auditorium, the time of death occurred, and the first deceased was Bailang.

Then before the short essay in the study room is opened, there is another precondition, which takes appropriate time.

What time is this suitable time?

Ji Li was still observing the movements of the other six people. After two venue changes, he only found abnormalities in Hou Guisheng and Bailang.

The life of the white wolf is extremely fragile; Hou Guisheng's ideas are extremely radical.

At this moment, he finally discovered the abnormality belonging to Wei Guang.

Wei Guang's performance is extremely active.

In his impression, Wei Guang was around 35 years old. Due to his professional reasons, he was often used to being safe and experienced.

In the Mu Nianmei case, he was calm and calm in the face of the ghosts, and he was also extremely experienced in the mission of becoming an immortal.

During the sixth store manager mission, he endured it to the end. As a first-time newcomer, he was only one step away from getting the puzzle pieces.

However, in this Orange Lake Fort, since he entered the auditorium, he said so much.

Hou Guisheng, the essayer, didn't speak much. Instead, Wei Guang kept guiding his thoughts. At this time, he took the envelope first and went to test it.

This does not seem to be in line with Wei Guang's previous personality...

“If we don’t believe in the previous essay, then the essay in this envelope is meaningless.

Should we do the opposite and demolish it in advance?”

Wei Guang did not make his own decision this time. He handed the envelope in his hand to Hou Guisheng beside him, and took a step back and said.

At this moment, his heels were only half a step away from the candle. With his back to the candlelight, something seemed to be burning in his eyes.

Hou Guisheng also fell into deep thought while holding the envelope. To be fair, he actually did not agree with Wei Guang's idea.

Before this, his interpretation of the first short essay actually secretly explained his view - he hopes to use the short essay to advance the project process.

Although asking for his arrival and rescue cannot be a way of life or even a dead end.

But judging from his rich mission experience, he is more eager to dig out clues along the way than the emergence of the dead end.

From death to life, his true thoughts are.

However, you can't be wrong from Wei Guang's perspective. Perhaps breaking his intention is another way to obtain clues.

All the performances of everyone happened one by one in Ji Li's eyes, and everyone's emotional changes fell into their eyes one by one.

Ji Li paid attention to Wei Guang in an inconspicuous way, trying to dig out some abnormal leads from him to find out the root of the abnormality.

Hou Guisheng's thoughts came from his ears:

“So, try it.

No matter what the first short article is, we just disassemble the second short article to see if we can find commonalities and track the rules.”

Ji Li didn't focus on him, but was still looking at the southeast corner of Wei Guang.

This chapter is not finished yet, please click on the next page to continue reading the exciting content later! "The Heart-Eating Demon revealed his sharp fangs. I smelled it but couldn't see its shadow.

I watched the man's pupils gradually dissipate in a pool of blood, filled with repentance for sin and fear of the heart-eating demon.

It permeates from the hell in the heart of people. If there is hell, will there be a karma fire that can burn all the sins?

Let it burn, burn off the devil's marks in those people's pupils, help them to be liberated, and help me to be liberated."

With the same wording, the two short essays are described in a relationship of inheritance.

Hou Guisheng's voice was very magnetic, and his low voice echoed in the quiet study and spread to everyone's heart.

This time, Ji Li didn't feel dazed anymore after hearing this, but he suddenly extracted two key words from this short article:

"The fire of sin and karma burns the pupils..."

He quickly turned his eyes to the flame under Wei Guang's feet and prompted him urgently:

"fire!"

It's too late.

The candles on the Southeast Book Wall remained motionless, but a nameless fire gushed out of Wei Guang's eyes, nose, mouth, ears, etc. with an extremely crazy trend.

Burn from the beginning and then swept the whole body, and it has complete coverage from the inside to the outside.

The fire only burned for a short second, but Wei Guang had turned into a piece of coke, and even his ashes were poured on the candle flame, and at the same time it was covered.

All the light sources were extinguished, and the study room was filled with darkness.

Suddenly, a subtle voice came out from a corner, proposing a more devastating ending:

"The object of liberation in the short article is not the singular he, but the plural they..."
Chapter completed!