"You went down to catch pearls," Yu Xing knew it. His faint blue eyes swept lightly, and the outer circle of his eyes was faintly oozing out of ice, and his vision suddenly changed.

Under his eyes, the beautiful and exquisite pearl suddenly had a pupil, and a trace of red blood appeared around it.

His pupils were turning, and he was quietly staring at him.

Yu Xing: "Oh."

Yiqing: "Huh?"

One person and one ghost speak out at the same time.

Yu Xing: "What the hell is this?"

Yiqing: "What functions do you have with your eyes?"

“…”

Yi Qing decided to answer first: "The sea is dead energy too heavy. It just so happened that a bone burying place was formed around Death Island. This pearl was nurtured from the bone burying place. The clam that gave birth to it was alienated into eyelids... It is naturally the eyeball. I called it "eyes", isn't it a very good name?"

When Yu Xing thought about it, he praised him directly: "The naming depends on you. So what's the use of this thing?"

"For the ghosts like me, it's a big replenishment." Yi Qing finally smiled again, which shows that this topic made him very happy. "When I absorb it, or make it into a bead and keep it in my body, and keep it for a while, today's losses will be fully compensated, which is more than enough."

Well, Yiqing is always so reliable that he doesn’t let others worry, and he can take good care of himself.

Yu Xing put away his abnormal perspective and saw Yi Qing's face full of interest, almost trying to dig out his eyes and compare it with the pearl in his hand.

It seems to be very curious.

"...This was unexpectedly created after I merged the power of the curse. I should protect my eyesight and start with me." Yu Xing shrugged, "Anyway, it's better to have it than not, but I'm not very used to this color."

He personally prefers dark eyes.

Yiqing nodded thoughtfully: "But it's very beautiful, suitable for digging out as a family heirloom. Carlos's green eyes are also..."

Yu Xing glanced at him: "Your eyes are still green, why don't you dig it out and appreciate it yourself?"

Yiqing blinked and pretended not to hear it.

He covered his chest and coughed twice, his face turned paler, and his tone suddenly weakened: "The injured person cannot withstand the stimulation of words. I advise you to be kind to me."

"Then you go into the dagger to recuperate. It will get better faster, how about it?" Yu Xing stopped taking his trick.

"Then let it go. I'll just wait for you and let me stay alone. Isn't it torture?" Yiqing shook his head decisively, "I'll follow you no matter how you plan to go back next."

I really don’t know how this guy endured living in a coffin and lying alone with a corpse for so many years.

Yu Xing just scared him. Next, he planned to find all his sacrifices on Death Siriku Island. If he got the sacrifices left by others, he would take them away.

He is different from the deducer who was teleported away by the system.

The system has restrictions, so the deducers cannot take away the sacrifices that do not belong to them, but now he is a free identity. Not to mention the sacrifices, even if he wants to take away the bricks from Dead Silent Island.

When the things are almost finished, teleport back to the hotel world and then let Carlodi build a teleportation array leading to reality.

If Yiqing didn't want to stay in the dagger, it wouldn't matter if he just followed him to the hotel. Anyway, the hotel was full of strange people, and the boss Daisy was very knowledgeable, so it wouldn't be a problem to take in one temporary tenant.

Yu Xing told Yiqing about the next plan, and Yiqing was naturally very happy. There was nothing happier than getting the way to leave.

One day afterward, Yu Xing searched everywhere in the ruins.

He first took back the performance qualification certificate from the ruins of the school, which was indeed not taken away by Zhao Mou, and looked at the ruins of the school and pondered for a while.

Dead Siriku Island was destroyed and the school copy was gone. So where did the class that was constantly reincarnation go?

There was also a boy who had been bullying for many years alone, and a girl who had just woken up and was full of energy.

If the school is the same as the hotel, that class should have returned to its original world.

Yu Xing was not sure, so he thought about it for a while, then chuckled and turned around and left.

He sensed a slightly familiar sacrifice in another ruin not far away, with the breath of Zhao Mou, which seemed to be Zhao Mou's fox stick?

...

A long time after several worlds—

...

Real world.

The spring is chilly, and the spring breeze in February is so cold that the flower pot on the balcony is picked up by a pair of hands and moved into the house, fearing that the delicate plants will freeze to death in the wind.

The man in his twenties had a handsome face, and a pair of gentle glasses were mounted on his nose, which weakened the sharpness of the lines, and his forehead was a little casually clutched backwards, diluting his original elite temperament, and instead exuding a sense of calmness at home.

"Dongdongdongdongdong."

Someone knocked on the door.

The man bent down and placed the flower pot on the floor in the corner of the living room. He gently stroked the leaves with his fingers, then got up and opened the door.

There was a pretty young man standing outside the door, who seemed to be afraid of the cold, and a puffy cashmere scarf was wrapped around his neck. When the door opened, the young man bent his eyebrows and shouted crisply: "Brother Zhao, good afternoon!"

"Zhang Yu." Zhao Mou's tone was not much unexpected, just as he knew who was standing outside. He was gentle and gentle when he called his name, hiding the cunning temperament of the fox tightly.

He smiled and looked at Zhang Yu: "Is there anything wrong?"

"Ah, it's okay. Ranran made some dumplings and thought about giving you some." The young man scratched his head, grinned, raised his hand to pick up the packaged dumplings, and said half-heartedly and half-showingly, "It's so delicious."

"Thank you Zeng Ranran for me." Zhao Mou nodded politely, took the bag of dumplings, and said as if he was casually speaking, "Is there any share for your sister Qu?"

"Isn't Sister Qu in another place?? She's back?" Zhang Yu asked in surprise, "It's over, I didn't do her part, I just did it for you and Brother Xiao Zhao. Oh... Is Brother Xiao Zhao not here?"

"Well, he and Carlos have made a deduction." Zhao Mou looked down at the dumplings and curled his lips, "But your sister Qu will be back in a while, just in time, she can eat the portion of Ajiu."

After chatting with Zhang Yu for a few more casual words, Zhang Yu went back to the lower floor where he lived.

Zhang Yu and Zeng Ranran are a couple of young couples brought back from the Fuhua Market by Yu Xing and Qu Yanqing. They were speechless during the first time they came, but now they have grown up.

Zhao Mou sighed for a while, closed the door, and walked straight to the cabinet in the living room.

The countertop of this cabinet is clean, with only one spirit card and a small incense burner in front of the tablet.

No matter who it is, as long as you enter the living room, you can see this tablet at a glance, which is very conspicuous.

The spirit card is roughly made with a few words engraved on it—

[Where did Yu Xing die in the dog days go to the commemorative tombstone]

There is no incense in the incense burner, but it is regarded as a sugar storage bowl with a handful of star candy sprinkled inside.

Usually, even Zhao Yijiu likes to touch one and eat it and play with it. The same goes for Carlos who runs into their room from time to time.

Zhao Mou touched a candy and peeled it and ate it. He put the dumplings in front of the spirit card, and smiled at the spirit card and said, "Tsk, it's just the first anniversary of your life. I'll eat dumplings with Qu tonight, and I won't have your share."

He was used to talking about this small sign made from the dead man's tablet when he had something to do.

At first, I was angry at the two months that the other party had agreed to, but I never came back. The faint fear and worry quietly sprouted and grew in my heart.

Later, Zhao Yijiu said coldly: "If you don't come back, just treat him as dead and erect a monument to commemorate it."

Qu Yiqing is also a great man. He brought back a rough little spirit card that day and joked: "Let's put it in this most conspicuous place. We worship it every day so that Yu Xing can feel everyone's resentment."

So after Carlos's "magic" transformation, the Little Spirit Card became an interactive ornament.

"Hey, when will you come back? You are the boss who is the one who is the one who is not good at it. If this continues, I will disband the broken mirror." Zhao Mou played the spirit card with his fingers and mocked his tone.

The next second he withdrew his hand, the spirit card turned down.

Zhao Mou: “…?”

Touching the car?

No...wait...

He remembered Carlos said that this spiritual card would not fall no matter how hard it was pushed. Only when Yu Xing came back, the spiritual card would fall down with a "bar" sound, trying to destroy his own evidence of guilt.

Zhao Mou stood up in an instant, took out the spirit platform and began to divine.

The divination lines slowly brightened his eyes, but when he saw the final result, he raised his eyebrows in surprise.

The hexagram shows that Yu Xing is likely to be back to them.

However, his exact location is now at "near those closest to those who are closest to the fortune teller Zhao Mou.

The one who is closest to him is of course Zhao Yijiu, his own brother.

But the problem is... Zhao Yijiu is now in the deduction game.

Zhao Mou fell into deep thought.
Chapter completed!