In the distance, the sound of the struggle of all things reached everyone's ears.
"What's this?" Qin Yin frowned.
Baomu followed the sound to a wall and put his ear against the wall.
"It is the birth of all things... That NPC seems to have the voice of a Taoist priest."
"How can you hear their voices here?" Qiao Nian wiped the sweat from her forehead.
"It's very simple," the fool shrugged, "because they are nearby. Haven't you noticed that although we walked around for a long time, Wenya's parents' room is actually next to Wansheng's room."
Jasmine murmured, "Then...these two rooms probably share the same basement..."
Everyone was speechless.
The next second, Qin Yin's feet suddenly pounded the wall violently.
Qin Yin was startled, and after reacting, he kicked that position several times angrily.
"It seems like she also knows that we are on top of her." Jasmine looked at her feet.
At this moment, a sharp and sharp phone ringing suddenly rang.
Only then did they notice that behind the photo frame on the table, there was a dark, old-fashioned landline phone. This phone was as old as a decoration, but at this time, it was making a strong presence.
Xiaolan was closest to the phone and grabbed the receiver without hesitation.
"Hello?……"
"I'm the Taoist Priest!" The Taoist Priest's hurried voice came through the receiver, "Is it Xiaolan? I was locked into a dark room next to the basement by Wansheng, and the body of Wenya's mother was found inside.
Wandering Soul told me the solution..."
Xiaolan called her companions to come over and listen together. The fool was carrying Hu Yuxin, and a group of people gathered their heads together.
"Only Hu Yuxin can suppress the evil ghosts created by all things. He needs to be locked in a coffin with the dolls created by all things. What we are talking about here is the God Baby and the players who play the role of the God Baby, that is, Bao Mu and Jasmine. To destroy Bao Mu
, Jasmine and the body are placed in the coffin, the coffin lid is closed, and the others return along the original path to have a chance to escape. Hurry up, all things are coming out soon, you... beep! beep! beep!..."
The phone is disconnected.
They tried to call back, only to find that the phone's buttons were jammed and they couldn't dial at all.
Xiaolan put down the phone and turned around.
Baomu and Jasmine both had expressions of despair.
The fool didn't know what to say, so he walked to the coffin and looked inside, but it was empty.
He first put Hu Yuxin's dummy body in.
Jasmine sighed.
"How about I stay here with you." Qiao Nian grabbed her hand.
Jasmine shook her head, turned around resolutely, stepped into the coffin, paused for a few seconds, and lay down in it.
"At least I have company." She moved to the right, leaving a place for Baomu.
Xiaolan ran to the coffin and looked at Jasmine worriedly.
"Okay, you guys go quickly," Jasmine didn't look at her, but waved her hand impatiently, "Baomu also came in quickly, idiot brother, please close the coffin lid, you guys hurry up and rescue us, if we still get caught
If Wansheng catches me, I won’t let you go even if I’m a ghost.”
Jasmine piled Hu Yuxin's body into a corner and huddled beside the coffin.
Baomu was a little scared and a little embarrassed, so he lay down against the coffin wall coquettishly.
When the coffin lid was closed, Jasmine did not reveal her face.
But Xiaolan saw her hand holding the baby trembling slightly.
The coffin lid is closed.
The movement in the basement also stopped instantly.
They took one last look at the coffin and went into the next room without saying a word.
This is Wen Mengli's room.
However, the door leading from this room to the next room did not open.
"How did we get here then?" Qin Yin patted the wall where the door should have been.
"Qiao Nian and I found your doll here and passed it on to you through the box. You took the divine doll and placed Grandma Sun's house-holding dolls in the four corners before the door appeared." Xiaolan blurted out.
"Ah, that's it..." Qin Yin suddenly realized and nodded.
"Thank you for going through the plot yourself," the fool rolled his eyes and pressed the wall, "Xiaolan knows more about it than you do, even anyone who peeks at the screen."
Qin Yin punched the fool hard.
"Then what should we do now?" Qiao Nian asked.
"Where's the walkie-talkie?" Xiaolan looked at her companions.
Confused.
"It's done," Qin Yin patted his thigh, "It's still with the Taoist Master, I forgot to bring it over."
In Xiaolan's mind, he pictured the Taoist Priest sitting on the floor of a small dark room frantically using the walkie-talkie to ask for help.
The walkie-talkie is no longer available, and the brain is not enough.
what to do?
"Ah!" Qiao Nian suddenly pointed at their backs and shouted.
The three of them turned green and turned around quickly.
A woman's figure appeared at the door.
Seeing that the person who came was an old woman with messy hair, Xiaolan thought that there was something wrong with Jasmine and Baomu's suppression and that all creatures had escaped.
But upon closer inspection, this person with a rickety figure and normal-colored skin turned out to be Grandma Sun!
"Sun Po?!" Xiaolan's eyes widened, and she shrank back subconsciously, "You're not dead... weren't you dragged away by Wansheng?"
"All things are born as earth-bound spirits. If I'm far away from your Wen residence, I can't be controlled..." Grandma Sun's voice was still so vicissitudes of life and kind, "I'm worried that Wen Ya, you can't find a way to leave, so I specially
Come and give me some advice..."
The lines spoken this time were obviously more blunt than before, and they were probably added for the scene.
It seems that this is a plot that was forcibly added by the central control in order to provide clues after seeing that they left the walkie-talkie in the basement.
"Thank you for your hard work..." Xiaolan bowed.
Thanks for the extra drama, it's all our fault for being stupid.
"This room is Miss Mengli's room," Sun Po pointed around slowly, "If you want to go out, you have to fulfill Miss Mengli's wish and let her rest in peace before you can open the door."
Mengli’s wish?
The fool turned to look at Qiao Nian, "What is your wish?"
Qiao Nian shook his head blankly.
Sun Po sighed helplessly, "Isn't your wish just written on your card?"
"oh."
Qiao Nian picked up her identity badge.
"Happy birthday." Qiao Nian said.
"What do you mean?" Qin Yin blinked.
Grandma Sun has quietly disappeared.
Xiaolan seemed to have remembered something, so she ran to the table in two steps, opened the drawer, and took out a calendar from inside.
"Sure enough," she pointed at the calendar and turned around and said, "Today is July 17, the anniversary of Wen Mengli's death."
"How do you know..." Qiao Nian tilted his head.
The fool clapped his hands and said, "It's a clue from the Wenwen Army. Wen Mengli died exactly two months ago on September 17th, and today is July 17th."
"It turns out that your biggest wish is to have others wish you a happy birthday on the anniversary of your death." Qin Yin smiled and patted Qiao Nian on the shoulder.
"Come on, let's try this first," the fool stood next to the table and stretched out his hand towards Qiao Nian, "Let dad hold your hand and sing you a happy birthday."
Qiao Nian reluctantly went over and grabbed his hand.
Xiaolan raised her eyebrows.
Are you really not taking advantage of others?
"Happy birthday to you, happy birthday to you..."
The idiot's ugly singing voice echoed in the room.