Big Bang Earth [Unlimited]

The red-stained paper on the wall floated up and rushed towards Ji Mucha in an overwhelming manner.

At this moment, the layers of red paper seemed to be big blood-red bats, the kind of bats that can suck human blood.

Ji Muxia had a brush in one hand and a knife in the other. When the paper rushed over, it quickly cut through it.

With a thud, the paper was cut, but the wet paper that was torn in half stuck to it, like a spider's web.

Ji Muxia's face was covered with wet paper, and he had difficulty breathing for a moment.

He seemed to understand how Su Jieke died.

Ji Muxia quickly tore off the wet paper on his face, and the surrounding wet paper rushed over again, making him flustered.

Even if he can cut a part, he can't destroy the whole paper, it will still be stuck.

And the blood on the paper is thicker with more viscous, and a greater suffocating smell and danger.

A whole sheet of paper is more than one meter high and half a meter wide, and there are fifty or sixty sheets of paper covering the wall, which is now equivalent to fifty or sixty enemies of Ji Muxia who are not afraid of death and do not feel pain.

Gradually, Ji Muxia's body and head were covered with a piece of paper. He struggled to break through a piece of paper, and half a piece of paper remained on his body after tearing it off.

Before he could break free, another piece of paper was rushed over, and he rushed over again.

Paste another layer.

Ji Muxia's sight was blocked by the blood-red wet paper, which made him see the target blurred and restricted his actions.

And the scariest thing was that Su Jieke, who had had enough of watching the show, jumped down from the wall. He opened his arms and let his shriveled body embrace Xie Bingyan.

Ji Muxia's breathing became more and more difficult, not only his face, but his body was also entangled with thicker and thicker paper, making him seem to be trapped in a cocoon.

If Su Jieke rushed forward at the end, with the thickness of real human skin, Ji Mucha would be even more unable to struggle.

Ji Muxia twisted like a caterpillar to avoid Su Jieke. The right hand holding the knife was the only means of attack at present, and it was also the only limb that was not trapped in the cocoon.

His feet were trapped, making it difficult to move.

Abandoning the brush in his left hand, he struggled to tear the wet paper off his body.

His face got the most wet paper.

Because the left hand is getting more and more entangled, and there is too little space to use it, it is too late to tear off the paper on his face, so he can only try to blow with his mouth and bite with his teeth, first tear the wet paper around his nose and lips, so that he can relax Room to breathe.

The line of sight was most affected, and soon it was difficult to even see Su Jieke's shadow.

There were several bangs in succession, Ji Muxia's nose was bruised and her face was swollen because her vision was affected.

Finally, Ji Mucha dodged Su Jieke's attack, but was thrown from behind by a large piece of paper, wrapped around it and shrunk tightly.

His legs were suddenly bound tightly, and he fell backwards weakly.

He saw through several layers of wet paper that Su Jieke rushed towards him, holding a piece of paper in his hand, and covered his mouth and nose.

Are you going to die here?

Ji Muxia was not reconciled, and lay there motionless, as if she had given up struggling.

Su Jieke rushed forward with a strange smile, took the wet papers that were either broken or intact, and pasted them on Ji Muxia's face one by one.

"Hey hey hey, you are going to die soon, you will be my little brother... how can a powerful boss not have a little brother..."

Ji Mucha wanted to say: The villain died because of talking too much, Su Jieke, you are not like the protagonist, but more like the villain.

But he didn't.

He opened his eyes suddenly, and with his right hand forward, he suddenly broke through the layers of wet paper and stabbed at Su Jieke's human skin.

The moment the human skin broke open, Ji Muxia felt the wet liquid splash on his hand.

Does human skin still have blood?

How do you feel greasy?

"boom--"

A wave of heat came from his hands, and Ji Muxia stopped immediately.

Su Jieke let out a scream, and floated away like a monkey.

There was already a flame on his back.

Xie Bingyan nailed Su Jieke to the wall with a scalpel, and then took advantage of this obstruction to pick up Ji Muxia who was like a cocoon, ran to the open window and jumped out of it.

The two of them jumped out of the window in embarrassment and fell to the ground almost in the form of rolling.

Behind them, the wet papers in the room burst into flames, burning into a sea of ​​flames, mixed with Su Jieke's screams.

Xie Bingyan tore Ji Mucha out of the wet paper cocoon, and Ji Mucha took a deep breath of fresh air.

Xie Bingyan patted him on the back gently, letting him catch his breath.

"Where did you get the kerosene?" After recovering, Ji Mucha was curious.

When he cut through Su Jieke's skin, the liquid he felt was the fire oil that Xie Bingyan splashed on Su Jieke when he attacked Su Jieke from behind.

"The ancestral hall." Xie Bingyan tore off the wet paper that was still wrapped around Ji Mucha's body one by one, "There was useless kerosene and lamp wicks in the bamboo basket filled with yellow paper, I just ran over and stole them."

The grass milling room and the paper drying room are not far apart. During the process of grinding grass and selecting grass, you need to go outside to carry the paper grass into the room. The window of Ji Muxia’s room is wide open. Xie Bingyan was already worried, and he would naturally pay more attention when he came and went. .

When he first saw the paper turning into living bats attacking people, Xie Bingyan was so impulsive that he almost hugged the bewitching stone mill in the grass mill, and directly pressed down all the skins and paper.

But there are too many papers, and there is no death, no pain, two fists are no match for four hands.

Ji Mucha's arson last night gave him inspiration, so Xie Bingyan suppressed his worries, jumped out of the window and ran to the ancestral hall to steal kerosene.

"The family tree that led the way didn't let me go, and I was crushed under the stone mill."

Xie Bingyan said indifferently, "Anyway, I have already offended the NPC, so it's okay to offend it again."

Ji Mucha: "..."

Very good, the time has not been found, and there are no clues. The ability to offend the NPC is getting stronger and stronger.

Ji Muxia turned his head to look at the paper drying room. In the fire soaring into the sky, he didn't know whether the page of the book that brought him to the paper drying room was safe or not.

But, it doesn't matter anymore.

He almost died, and it would be better to take this opportunity to weaken the NPC.

The fire waves could be felt even outside the window, Ji Muxia stood up, feeling a little weak in his legs.

Xie Bingyan helped him walk away.

"In ancient times, there was a criminal law called sticking officials. Use mulberry paper, spread it on people's faces, and then spray it with water to moisten it. Then paste it layer by layer..."

Ji Muxia talked about the experience just now, "People who are stuck to the facial features will have difficulty breathing and feel suffocated, and will not leave any traces of torture."

"Su Jieke should have been killed in this way. He was bled after suffocating to death. At that time, he was unconscious."

The killing intent he experienced just now is also related to Su Jieke's death.

"Anyway, it's already out, let's go to the study. Go to the study of the main house. There must be written letters in the master's study, and there may be an hourglass that can keep time."

Xie Bingyan's eyes brightened: "Okay."

True heroes don't look back at explosions.

Regarding the fire caused by themselves, the two of them didn't look back, and took the time to find the study.

……

With a "creak", when the door of the study was pushed open, Ji Muxia felt that many people's eyes were all focused on him for an instant.

But the sun shines into the room, and there is no one in the study.

Xie Bingyan deliberately opened the door wide, found a stone to block the door, and then opened all the windows in the study.

There is a landscape painting and a horizontal plaque on the wall.

There are old and new books on the shelves.

The text of the letter weighed down by a paperweight on the desk.

But the strange thing is that there are no words on all the papers.

There are pictures of landscape paintings, but the two of them have no artistic cells at all. The antiques that Ji Muxia repaired are also utensils, not calligraphy and paintings. Looking at the pictures, they have no clue at all.

The inscription and signature that should have been included in the landscape painting are blank.

The horizontal plaque on the landscape painting is blank.

The book covers and contents on the shelves are also blank.

The text of the letter on the desk is still blank.

All the documents and books here seem to be new books just made in a paper factory.

But if that's the case, it won't appear in the study.

Ji Muxia touched the paperweight, and then stroked and checked the pens, inks, papers and inkstones on the table one by one.

"These things have been used by the owner for a long time, and they are smooth and have traces. These blanks are probably just a cover-up."

"We can't see it during the day, so, at night?" Xie Bingyan was inexplicably excited.

This feeling of disobeying the rules and forming a group to do bad things is very similar to the pranks of childhood.

It seems to be back to childhood.

There was nothing in the study, Ji Muxia suddenly sniffed.

"It smells so good, it's lunch time."

"Go, let's eat."

The world is big, and the food is the biggest.

The two had just walked out of the study, and behind them, the doors and windows that were originally blocked by stones and propped up by wooden sticks closed automatically one after another.

When Ji Muxia turned his head, he felt the feeling of being watched by many people again.

Maybe at night he will know who those people are...

The resilience of the game is incredibly powerful.

When it was time to eat, the family tree was still a complete book.

After it opened automatically, Ji Mucha saw that the portraits of himself and Xie Bingyan had appeared in advance, and the names were also marked with a box that only the dead had.

"The artistry is too poor, it doesn't look like it at all." Ji Muxia calmly criticized.

The family tree closed with a "snap", with a sense of exasperation.

As if it was the teacher's desperation for poor students, Ji Mucha and Xie Bingyan simply closed their eyes in the main room to recuperate since there was no book page to guide the two in the afternoon.

At night, even though the chrysanthemum room had returned to normal, the two were still waiting for the time in the main room.

At midnight, the countdown sounded on time.

[Stupid human beings, it’s the seventh day of the countdown and you still have no clue, you idiot!Too stupid for me to bear, one day deducted as punishment! 】

【Correction!fix!The countdown enters the sixth day! 】

Ji Mucha: ...

Xie Bingyan raised his middle finger silently.

Why is this game controller who seems to have reached menopause so annoying.

Just wanted to hack him to death.

"Let's go, study."

The study at night is the real study.

In the study room at night, a red light is lit.

Just like the main house where Su Jieke originally lived.

Seen from the outside, on the red window paper illuminated by the light, there are many figures talking fiercely about something.

They sat and stood, fat and thin, but judging from their actions, everyone seemed to be very excited.

It's just a pity that they can only see the movement, but not the sound.

After opening the door, the room was still empty.

It seemed that the figure on the wall just now was just a shadow play.

"Look, the text has appeared."

The first direction Ji Muxia saw when he looked up was the plaque on the landscape painting.

At night, the words did appear.

"Faithful and loyal."

Ji Muxia only recited silently in her heart without opening her mouth.

"What's the smell?" Xie Bingyan sniffed, "This place seems to have been burned."

"Who set the fire?" Because of his criminal record, Ji Mucha's first reaction was that the player set the fire.

"Probably not." Xie Bingyan walked into the study and turned around, followed the smell of smoke, and saw some black scraps of paper and residue in the inkstone.

Ji Muxia also saw it.

"Probably burned by the master."

Needless to say, it must be confidential information.

Not only the letters, but when they went to browse the books on the shelves, they also found burning and destruction.

The edges of the books are burnt yellow, and the insides are torn and scratched. There are also a lot of burnt paper scraps in the corners of the bookshelves.

Those that can be left intact are the relatively common Four Books and Five Classics.

Ji Muxia purposely knelt down and collected the scraps of paper one by one.

"Emperor Wenchang's birthday...the pagoda of calligraphy and paper...sacrifice..."

"His heart can be punished..."

"Slandering... the world can learn from..."

"...not to be humiliated..."

"The information is so little that I can't find anything." Xie Bingyan was a little annoyed.

"No, time has already had initial traces." Ji Muxia stroked the first piece of paper, which was a piece of letter paper with red lines, "Emperor Wenchang's birthday is the third day of the second lunar month."

"But we don't know what time it is."

"No, I know." Ji Mucha thanked the family tree for the first time, "Today, the family tree was in a state of desperation and drew a portrait of the two of us in advance, with the dates of birth and death under the portrait."

"It says we died on the first day of February."

Ji Muxia became slightly excited.

"The time in the game is out of order. Our current time is obviously different from reality. The first day of February here is the lunar calendar. That is to say, two days later, no, it has passed zero, and one day later, it will be Emperor Wenchang's time." Birthday."