When he was in the same space as Yu Xing, the actor always looked good-tempered and never complained if he was ridiculed.
The door connecting the room and the corridor slowly closed, and it was obvious that the two of them had just come in.
Yu Xing didn't want to quarrel on his lips, as it would make him look very naive, and he has no purpose to achieve by verbal techniques now.
"Sit?" He raised his eyebrows and invited the actor to sit down with a smile.
Speaking of which, it has been a long time since we last met.
At the base, the actors have never appeared, so they are not really seen.
In Yu Xing's memory, the "last time" should be the live broadcast of the death parallel line. Although the actors at that time were just slices of strength, their minds were complete.
After that, there were games between Han Yan and hearing from others. Eight deaths under Dead Silent Island took away time and made him farther away from the actors.
This time, he was in the same dungeon, but the other party did not go crazy immediately. Instead, he spent it until now to meet. Yu Xing had made enough mental preparations.
So, the mood is stable, so you can only be vigilant.
The actor sat opposite Yu Xing in a good manner, with a shallow smile and a high ponytail that he had never seen before.
He reached out to pour the tea, pushed the teacup towards Yu Xing, and gently stretched his eyebrows and eyes: "Young Master, don't be fine."
"The old guys really like to drink this tea." Yu Xing didn't answer and stared at the tea for two seconds.
Yiqing let out a dissatisfied tsk on the imperial concubine's couch.
"Brother Jiu, you can sit down too." Yu Xing pulled the chair for Zhao Yijiu and stuffed the tea into Zhao Yijiu's hand. "Drink a sip of water to moisten your throat. I heard that this is called immortal tea. You may be able to live forever after drinking it."
Zhao Yijiu: “…”
He didn't forget that this was the tea poured by the actor. He slapped his face and took a sip, and found that the smell was not good at all.
So he finished drinking it quickly and poured another cup by himself, which tasted much better.
"What happened on your way?" Yu Xing ignored the actor's existence and first asked Zhao Yijiu to find out the situation.
They entered the corridor about an hour earlier, but they were so late.
Zhao Yijiu whispered: "Just now, I saw a lot of dead people in the corridor, all of which were killed by me."
"I didn't kill them, but the moment I saw those corpses, I knew that they were all dead at my hands, and I was very familiar with the wounds caused by the killing."
"It's all fake, it's just a test of the mind." Yu Xing thought, "Did you look at the murals?"
"Mural?" Zhao Yijiu was stunned, "No. I can't understand it. The mural was blurry, and the wind chimes above my head were ringing on its own. I couldn't even touch it. Except for those corpses, everything else was boring."
Yu Xing nodded to show that he understood.
The tests are different, and the things you see are indeed different, but the murals should not change. Zhao Yijiu can't see them because there is no curse power in his body?
That actor should be able to...
What happened to the wind chime? He thought that the wind chime was just a decoration in the corridor, and perhaps it was in a certain way with the power of life and death. It turned out that only he could touch it?
"What then?" Yu Xing asked.
"I have some self-doubt, but it was resolved soon. I could have moved forward immediately, and I was an actor..." Zhao Yijiu frowned, looking very disgusted, "These corpses were alive under his control, and they chased us to kill."
"You misunderstood." The actor interrupted Zhao Yijiu's description and said slowly: "If it were me who controlled it, how could he chase me together?"
"The corridor can disguise the signs of your murder, and naturally disguise the signs of my control. It just uses my ability to make those corpses rush backwards."
"Zhao Yijiu, you communicated differently along the way. When you saw Ah Xing, you slandered me..." The actor smiled, "It's not good."
Zhao Yijiu frowned even more: "I'm happy to slander you."
Actress: "...so."
He observed Yu Xing's expression and blatantly provoked: "Look, children are childish. They are not only preconceived, but also do not apologize if they are exposed. I am telling you something serious - such as those corpses, who deliberately want us to retreat."
Yu Xing didn't take this kindergarten behavior seriously at all, and he was not surprised by the actor's "retreat" mentioned by the actor.
The corridor is death behind and life forward. The corridor confuses him with corpses and murals, while Zhao Yijiu and Lingren are two people. The way they do when dealing with one person does not work, so they will take a two-pronged approach, not only interfering with them mentally, but also using battle to force them back step by step.
Anyway, the closer you retreat, the closer you will be to "death".
Because there is real interference, and the interference is based on the ability of actors, it is reasonable for them to be dragged down.
I'm afraid it's not only that.
Yiqing said that because these two people have something they can't let go, they are so slow.
But neither of them said.
Yu Xing didn't know how to ask the bottom of the question. He looked at Yi Qing, who was watching the show aside, and reminded him: "Since everyone has come, you can enter the next stage."
Yiqing floated up carelessly and shook his fan: "I don't know anything when you came here, so I don't plan to ask the actor at this time, what exactly does he want you to do?"
"By the way!" Zhao Yijiu was reminded, and her pupils shrank, "He said there is something here that can kill you."
"It's not here, it's the more terrifying place connected here." The actor's eyes were a little sharper, "Yinyang City."
"Is there anything that can kill me in Yin and Yang City?" Yu Xing narrowed his eyes and thought it through in this moment. He couldn't help laughing out loud, with a little ridiculous voice in his tone, "Dear actor, if you can kill my things, you can kill your things."
The actor did not deny it. On the contrary, he seemed to be very happy because of Yu Xing's words: "Okay, that's something that can kill 'us'."
Yu Xing was disgusted by the actor's deliberate emphasis on "we", and continued with a cold face: "Let me think about the reason why you used Zhao Yijiu to pull me over, because there is something in this world that restrains us from resurrecting us, which is in Yin-Yang City. Originally, Yin-Yang City was a place we could not reach, but now due to the existence of the system, Yin-Yang City is about to open."
"You want to destroy me, and you tend to destroy yourself. Anyway, you have been thinking that way since a long time ago - either kill me or die at my hands, right?"
"The same is true this time. You don't want to make your own decisions, you just want me to take the initiative. No matter whether you succeed or fail, you can feel happiness. Actress, are you still so arrogant and treat yourself as a boss, and am I a player who challenges you?"
Yu Xing looked at the actor's slightly wide open eyes and sneered: "Don't be surprised by my understanding of you. Although I haven't seen you for so many years, there are some things I can understand by just thinking about."
"I'm indeed surprised, but I'm also happy." The actor licked his lips, as if he was restraining the thirst in his throat. He suddenly turned his head and looked at Zhao Yijiu, "Do you know why Yu Xing understands me so much?"
Zhao Yijiu's expression moved, and she had an ominous premonition: "I don't want to know--"
"Because he, like me, has a tendency to self-destruct." The actor suddenly laughed in a flash, "Hahaha... do you think you have healed him? Thoroughly pull him out of the hell I created for him? No... When he finishes what he wants, he will definitely commit suicide."
"No one can change anyone."
The actor's voice was soft, but what he said made people feel cold: "This is the right thing. Zhao Yijiu, no one can change anyone, the final result has long been destined, Yin and Yang City is a cemetery."
Yu Xing looked at him with a cold look and pressed Zhao Yijiu's restless head with one hand: "Whose cemetery?"
The actor said confidently and happily: "Our, our cemetery."
Yu Xing exhaled.
"You're even more perverted, actor."
Chapter completed!