Big Bang Earth [Unlimited]

"You heard..."

Xie Bingyan gave a wry smile, embarrassment and anticipation at the same time.

His gaze became cautious, and he observed Ji Mucha's expression from the corner of his eye.

"Yes."

For the first time, Ji Mucha discovered that Xie Bingyan, who has always been bold and reckless, also had such nervous moments.

He couldn't help but want to laugh at this old friend.

But considering the other party's sensitive emotions, Ji Muxia patted him on the shoulder nicely: "Don't worry, I'm very open-minded and won't discriminate against you."

Xie Bingyan looked expectantly in his small eyes: "Then can you accept it?"

"Of course!" Ji Mucha nodded readily.

Xie Bingyan suddenly burst into a bright smile of surprise: "You mean——"

"However, what should I call your boyfriend in the future, sister-in-law, or brother-in-law?"

Xie Bingyan's smile froze on his face.

Ji Muxia thought that she had poked his sensitive scar, and quickly explained: "No, I didn't mean that. In fact, I don't care whether you are the top or the bottom, as long as you are happy..."

The more I say it, the more confused it seems.

Seeing that the smile on Xie Bingyan's face disappeared, and his expression seemed to become more and more serious, Ji Muxia shut up in embarrassment.

Xie Bingyan stared straight at Ji Mucha for a few seconds, then suddenly smiled lightly: "That's what you said, you don't mind whether I'm the one above or below."

Ji Mucha nodded quickly: "Yes."

Xie Bingyan raised the corners of his mouth strangely, smiling meaningfully.

Ji Muxia saw that he seemed to have passed the rain, and smiled again, and smiled flatteringly: "So when you bring your boyfriend to see us in the future, you must notify us in advance, and I will call you whatever you want me to be."

"Don't worry." Xie Bingyan's eyes were full of fragrance, and Ji Muxia's arms resting on his shoulders, once again raised the corners of his mouth.

"You don't have to worry about my brother, I'll take care of it for you, you will always be my brother Bingyan~"

Ji Muxia blinked at Xie Bingyan, her tone couldn't help showing a hint of coquettishness.

Xie Bingyan couldn't help but feel flustered, recalling the past.

Xie Bingyan's parents passed away very early, and he was fostered by different relatives when he was young.

Xie Bingyan was fostered at his uncle's house during his childhood when he became Ji Muxia's neighbor.Later, when my uncle and his family went abroad, Xie Bingyan didn't want to go abroad, so he was sent to another relative's house.

Perhaps it was because he had been fostered by different relatives in his childhood, so he learned to read people's faces and be very sensitive to people's emotions since he was a child. Later, he directly chose psychology to study the psychological emotions behind human behavior and language.

Thinking of the past, Xie Bingyan took a deep look at Ji Mucha.

In that tormented childhood that was not considered happy, he was the only one who brought him the purest happiness.

Every time he went to neighbor Ji's house and faced Ji Muxia, he could let go of all guards and reveal his original self.

Although Ji Fanchun liked to call him "little devil" since he was a child, Ji Mucha always called him "Brother Badass" when he was angry, and "Brother Bingyan" when he acted like a baby.

But Xie Bingyan prefers Ji Mucha to call him "brother badass", because that's what he looks like.

He was never a good boy, just a little devil and a little villain.

I don't know, when she tells Ji Mucha that he is the one she wrote her love poems to, will Ji Mucha angrily call him "bad brother"?

I don't know, if there is a chance, when I put Ji Muxia under me, will he cry and keep calling him "bad brother"

Xie Bingyan's eyes fell on Ji Muxia's red lips, and suddenly felt a little thirsty, so he couldn't help licking his lips.

"What are you looking at?" Ji Mucha looked around dully, and now they returned to the first room after entering the house, the main room.

"Are you thirsty? Could it be that the ghost has started to play tricks again?"

Xie Bingyan: "..."

Well, Ji Muxia has been single for so many years, there is a reason for it.

Although it was the result of his sabotage behind the scenes, Ji Muxia's worrying emotional intelligence was also the main reason.

Xie Bingyan silently mourned for himself.

Ji Muxia has already entered the working state, and motioned to Xie Bingyan: "Look, the words on the couplets here have been destroyed."

The two stood outside the threshold of the main room, and did not enter the room. They stood at the door and looked left and right. The original couplets that had been pasted were destroyed only the couplet paper, and no fonts could be seen.

"Do you still remember that the text in the study was directly erased, even at night, the most important information is still incomplete."

Ji Muxia stepped over the threshold and walked towards the Eight Immortals table in the middle.

Although Xie Bingyan was puzzled, he quickly followed Ji Mucha's thoughts.

Ji Muxia looked up, and what he saw was the plaque with gold characters on a black background hanging in the center of the main room "Farming and Reading Heirloom".

"So, the words on this plaque can be seen day and night, why?"

This one is in the most obvious place, on the plaque above the Eight Immortals table where the players eat, there are four bright characters, which can be seen every morning and evening.

So familiar that everyone ignores its anomalies.

On the table of the Eight Immortals, the blue thread-bound family tree is still lying there quietly.No matter how many pages it is scattered out at a time, no matter how its pages are burned or destroyed, the thread-bound book on the table will always be a complete one.

Ji Muxia opened the thread-bound book page by page, and saw all the players' information.

"We can see the text on the family tree because it contains our information. This plaque is obviously the original information of the house. Why can we see it?"

"Why?" Xie Bingyan said in a low voice, staring at the plaque, the counterfeit scalpel had fallen into the palm of his hand.

"I don't know either." Ji Mucha smiled, "Why don't we take it apart and have a look!"

The plaque remained motionless.

Ji Muxia was heartbroken, pulled a grand teacher's chair, climbed up on the table, and was about to stand on the table to remove the plaque.

At this moment, the thread-bound book quietly lying on the table suddenly flipped violently like a gust of wind. When the pages were flipping, the portraits inside seemed to come alive, and there was even a familiar scream in the ear Voice.

No, not an illusion!

"To die together—"

With a hysterical sharp voice and strong unwillingness, Kubota Yue's hand stretched out from the family tree!

With thick blood, it gushes out from the pages of the book.

"It's so lonely to be alone, everyone come to accompany me..."

The weak voice seemed to be far away in the sky, but also seemed to be right in front of me, right under the bed.

It was Chao Daicheng.

Suddenly there was a heavy sense of oppression on the top of his head, as if a boulder was pressing on the top, making it difficult for him to move an inch.

"Come on, let's be characters in the novel together, I'm the protagonist, you guys come and play supporting roles for me hehe!"

Talking like hip-hop, with a cheerful tone, always so optimistic, the one who wants to be the hero even after death is Su Jieke, an overseas student who is obsessed with novels.

There is also a sense of suffocation around him, as if there is a thin film in the air, wrapping him in it, making it difficult for him to breathe.

"You are all wrong, I am right! I am right!"

Crazy and arrogant, elegant and sinister, it is Meng Boshu after tearing up the image of a gentleman.

The temperature continued to rise, and it seemed that there was a hot solution on the top of the head falling on the scalp, drop by drop, dripping on the scalp, scalding to the bone.

Feeling different pains, Ji Mucha firmly stretched out her hand toward the plaque——

"Caught you!"

"Bang!"

Ji Muxia took a good look at the hanging method of the plaque, and decisively lifted it down.

After hearing only a heavy crash, all the pain disappeared.

He was still standing on the Eight Immortals table, keeping his arms stretched forward, everything just now was an illusion.

And the family tree, which seemed to be turning pages quickly, turned into an old and faded book, and the paper turned yellow.

This is what it is.

Ji Muxia squatted down, and when he opened the family tree, his shoulders loosened, as if some kind of traction was broken.

He suddenly had an inspiration.

Maybe the vision just now was not just a vision, and the ghost on the pages that used to guide the player to different places is not the owner of this mansion.

There may be ghosts in the family tree, but not NPC ghosts, but player ghosts.

After the player dies, not only the image is drawn on the family tree, but part of the soul will also be sealed inside.

When the player's name and information are written on the family tree, part of the information is controlled by the NPC, and they can encounter various strange events and die.

Now that his information has disappeared from the family tree, Ji Mucha feels relaxed.

When it was reopened this time, Ji Mucha saw that there were many bloody handprints on the cover and inside, which were stained mottled and many people's names were blurred.

The people recorded in it are no longer players, but real names and information.

Also, their biographical information, and, cause of death.

Seeing the real information that was more cruel than the player information, Ji Muxia suddenly felt as if his hand weighed a thousand catties, and when he was flipping through it, his heart seemed to be pressed by a huge stone.

"Hey……"

A long sigh came from the plaque.

Ji Mucha looked up, and saw Xie Bingyan unceremoniously using a scalpel to pry the gold inlaid lettering on the plaque.

Of course Xie Bingyan was not greedy for money, but just retaliated for what happened to Ji Mucha just now.

That hallucination was not only experienced by Ji Muxia, but also by Xie Bingyan, so there was no time to rescue Xie Bingyan.

Forced to hide no longer by Xie Bingyan's actions, the ghost who had been hiding in the plaque sighed, and finally revealed his real body...

……

After coming out of the main room, Ji Mucha and Xie Bingyan went straight to the study.

The study in the main house, the study they had explored.

This time, Ji Muxia re-examined from the moment he entered the door.

The room is full of dust, clean as new letters and books, blank plaques, and unsigned landscape paintings.

Ji Mucha observed more details this time.

There are palm-leaf fans only used in midsummer in the room, but there is a brazier full of black paper ashes in the corner of the bookshelf;

In the inkstone on the desk, there is no ink, only burnt black paper ashes;

On the back of the black stone paperweight, there are inconspicuous brown bloodstains;

The corners of the hardwood desks and bookshelves had cracks cut by swords and spattered blood.It was ignored because of the dark wood and paper cover.

"These words haven't disappeared." Ji Muxia stroked the blank letters on the table, "They were just hidden by the master in a certain way."

Xie Bingyan quietly listened to Ji Mucha's analysis without interrupting.

"Day and night are actually two time periods. What you can see at night is not necessarily the original appearance, and what you see during the day is not necessarily nothing."

"I know how to find the words, and they haven't disappeared."

Ji Muxia asked Xie Bingyan to go to the main house to find water.

The study is in the east wing of the main house, and there is still water in the copper basin of the main house, as if the player who lives here has not died.

This point has been confirmed by Ji Muxia and other players before. When each player wakes up in the morning, there is water ready for washing in the copper basin in the room.

"Time is right in front of our eyes, and the game actually keeps reminding us."

Xie Bingyan followed Ji Muxia's instructions and put the copper basin filled with water on the desk.

"Water is used to make paper during the day, and fire is used to make candles at night. Water and fire are the clues for us to see the words and find the time."

Ji Muxia put the blank letter into the copper basin and spread it over the water.

When the letter was completely soaked, the text was clearly displayed...