Seeing that Xiangnu kept asking about the two paper figurines, several other missionaries thought that Xiangnu had any thoughts and clues about the two paper figurines, so Wang Qiaoqiao hurriedly asked: "Xiangnu, are those two paper figurines their identities? What's the problem, do you know it?"

Xiang Nu gave her a strange look and whispered: "I'm blind, even if I knew them before, if they didn't take the initiative to mention them, I wouldn't be able to put them in my place. Among the identities of the people you know."

Wang Qiaoqiao was a little disappointed when she heard the words, and sighed: "Then why are you so persistent in asking about the identities of those two paper figures..."

Xiangnu didn't speak, but just curled up his fingers spasmodically. twitched a few times.

Why...

Probably because, those two paper figures are his parents? Is he curious?

Xiangnu didn't lie to Wang Qiaoqiao. Without knowing the development of the copy, he did not meet his parents, so he did not know the identities of the two paper figures.

But who made him the core of this ghost realm, everything here is open to him, and he is full of unrealistic feelings about things he has not experienced, but he does know the whole picture of every story and the identity of every ghost.

Even so, it was naturally impossible for Xiangnu to tell Wang Qiaoqiao the truth, so he raised his lips slightly stiffly and perfunctoryly, and said lightly: "Because I have asked him many questions, but this guy just ignores me, I am very sorry. I 'm not happy."

"Is it just for this reason..." Wang Qiaoqiao was quite speechless, looking at Xiangnu's expression carefully, she couldn't tell whether he really thought so or just casually persuading them.

Feng Hejia coughed lightly, and took the taskers seriously to discuss the dungeon: "Obviously, the key clues of the dungeon are all concentrated on the hearse, and the top priority is to find a way to find the hearse. Just come out."

"How to find it, except for a time reminder, we don't have any other clues about the appearance of the hearse, and the time reminder is similar to that..."

This is indeed a big problem.

Everyone leaned or sat beside Ren Weiliang's bus, thinking to themselves.

Xiangnu picked up his ragdoll-like brother, wiped the dust off his face, and then carried him to the car and placed him on the first row of seats.

After putting away the raccoon, Xiangnu also returned to the taskers, and seriously discussed the customs clearance method with them: "Actually, there are still some clues... For example, the opportunity for the hearse to appear may be due to the transaction, or it may be the source Yu Ren Weiliang brought sacrifices."

"By the way... there is still flavor." Qingfeng reminded everyone.

He looked around and said thoughtfully, "After Ren Weiliang entered the hearse, he couldn't smell the blood in the box, because the two paper figures asked him to put the contents of the box into the hearse. , so after ruling out the possibility that the sacrifices are directly swallowed after entering the hearse domain, that is, the hearse domain itself has the ability to isolate the smell."

"Ah, that's not right, it's not so much that the hearse isolates the smell, it is better to say that it It is more accurate to describe people who enter the hearse domain without their sense of smell."

"How can someone who is good-looking lose their sense of smell."

"A dead person, or a soul body, is a good person?" Xiangnu asked.

Everyone looked at him silently for a few seconds, and Ren Weiliang asked with an ugly face: "What is a dead person?"

"A living person shouldn't be able to see a hearse, right?" Xiangnu said in genuine confusion: "The things of the dead are not just the only ones. Can the dead see it?"

Ren Weiliang gritted his teeth: "But you can't say that. If only the dead can see the hearse, then if we want to find the hearse, we must kill ourselves first?

" The slave said softly: "I didn't let you commit suicide, I mean, we may have some way to make us appear in a state of suspended animation, and then enter the hearse, it's not that we really want to commit suicide and become a real dead person. . . . If the hearse had to be seen by real dead people..."

Xiang Nu paused, but did not speak, but the others came over.

Fenghe Jianu pursed his lips, deliberately gave Ren Weiliang a sidelong glance, and said lightly, "Then what is this one who has entered the hearse?"

Ren Weiliang looked at them with a smile and asked, "What do you mean? Doubting my identity?"

Xiang Nu looked at him strangely, and Ren Weiliang, who was staring at him, was full of uncomfortable feelings, Xiang Nu said, "It's nothing interesting, just wanted to remind you, think more before speaking, Don't be in a hurry and start questioning other people's words."

Ren Weiliang touched his trousers pocket, took out a card, lowered his head and said coldly, "I will return the same words to you, and you still expect me to drive you out. If you don't want to be directly killed by me, you'd better not say anything that makes me very unhappy."

Wang Qiaoqiao clenched his fists and complained viciously in a low voice: "It's too rampant, even a murderer is too rampant. !"

Feng Hejia smiled strangely, pressed her fingers on the face, and then put it down, she said indifferently, dissatisfied: "Okay, don't waste time arguing anymore..."

She looked at Xiangnu, her eyes It flickered a few times, and then said: "Actually, your opinion just now is not comprehensive. For example, if only the dead can see the hearse, how did Ren Weiliang fall into a state of suspended animation? Whether he is active or passive, he obviously has no memory of this aspect. If we calculate it according to this, our journey to find the hearse will be in a deadlock."

Xiangnu raised his eyebrows, noncommittal: "It's just a guess, first put the station Let's turn it around, and then talk about it."

Everyone looked at each other, Wang Zhihui had been quiet for a long time, she stood obediently behind Wang Qiaoqiao, silently pulling on the front of her clothes without saying a word, Wang Qiaoqiao opened her mouth, and in Wang Zhihui He whispered in his ear: "Xiangnu sometimes feels like a god-like chatter. It seems like he is talking nonsense in the sky, but I still feel... what he said seems to be true."

Wang Zhihui raised his eyelids and looked straight at it. She, Wang Qiaoqiao was silent when she saw her like this.

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