Cowardly, quick-witted and in control.

Braving the pouring rain, Gan Yu jumped down into the pool, which was getting higher and higher, and carried the unconscious pony-tailed girl on his back, returning to the old castle.

There was nowhere else they could hide.

Even if they knew that "Guan Qiaoqiao" was in the castle, they had to go back.

Before leaving, Chi Xiaochi looked back at the body of the man with dreadlocks, who was being picked up by the staff.

Like a sack with a hole in it, he was slung over someone's shoulder and carried with the props to the side hut.

The dreadlocked man's hair was clumped together by the thick blood and the cold rain, dripping blood downwards.

Chi Xiaochi looked away, no longer looking.

The chateau parlor was dead silent, except for "Guan Qiaoqiao", who had left the theater to get her beauty sleep.

The photograph was returned to its original position, the young girl's lips slightly open, her eyes blank and sad.

Only no one dared to look directly at the photo again.

The tall and strong woman was curled up in the sofa, her eyes were extremely cold, and she didn't even realize that her teeth were gritted to the point of acidity.

When she heard the freckled man say that the dreadlocked man had run off into the rain, she knew he couldn't make it back, but held on to a faint glimmer of hope, so she just dared to stay in the old castle and wait.

It's better to wait ...... than to witness it.

Yet hearing with her own ears that he was dead, she still broke down uncontrollably.

The four of them met online, aligned from their fourth mission and worked their way here.

Their alliance sounds both childish and shaky, all of them are not smart people, but not bad luck, and enough unity, but also stumbled to this day.

All four have pulled each other's backs, and all have saved those who pulled their backs, bickering and bumping into each other, but they are always the same four people.

The pigtailed man had also joked, said to see which do not insert the eye of the unlucky first hang, so that we can not even a table of mahjong together, then we do not rush to cry and mourn, first together to spit on him again.

But no one had the strength to spit on him now, not even to cry.

The tall, strong woman and the freckled man numbed their faces in unison as the freckled man let the unconscious ponytailed woman sleep on his lap and gently wiped her scuffed face with a towel.

In the silence, Xi Lou couldn't help but speak, "When you say 'malicious', what exactly do you mean?"

Chi Xiaochi put on a towel handed to her by Yuan Benshan, let him stay by her side, and leaned back on the sofa, her eyelashes slightly wet, her eyes cold.

He said, "From the beginning I've wondered what the pattern of this female ghost's killings really is."

Since there was only one ghost in the villa, there should be only one criterion for her to choose who to kill.

The first to suffer bad luck was Guan Qiaoqiao, who died of a three-day-long psychotic immersion.

Chi Xiaochi combines the requirements of the mission and surmises that she was purely unlucky to have been spotted by the female ghost who came out on parade to pick a role.

However the death of the dreadlocked man overturned his thoughts.

Xi Lou's heart palpitated as he thought of the dreadlocked man who had fallen into a rotten watermelon sauce, "Is it because Guan Qiaoqiao and he both tried to kill the female ghost?"

Guan Qiaoqiao smashes the portrait, and the man with pigtails suspects that according to the script, he will be the next to be killed, and holds a certain prop that can restrain the evil spirits, so he starts to kill each other.

Chi Xiaochi, however, shook his head, "Don't you forget, Guan Qiaoqiao doesn't even know there's a ghost in the picture."

Xi Lou thought about it and thought it was right.

So what are the similarities between her and Dreadlock Man?

What did she do?

Combining the keyword "malice", Xi Lou only thought for a moment before he realized, and said in unison with Chi Xiaochi, "...... Chunyang's eyes."

At that time, she was bent on taking Song Chunyang's eyes.

But Xi Lou whirled around and realized the anomaly: "No, at that time, wasn't Yuan Benshan also--"

Chi Xiaochi added, "It's not just him, it's me. I am also counting on Guan Qiaoqiao's life."

Chi Xiaochi tapped her temple, "Memory time."

Xi Lou: "What time?"

"Guan Qiaoqiao's seizure time." Chi Xiaochi said, "She went back to her room and it took about an hour or two before she got the feeling that she was being spied on."

At that time, the female ghost may have hesitated between Yuan Benshan and Guan Qiaoqiao, and even Chi Xiaochi may have been on her watch list.

But after Yuan Benshan abandoned his plan to plunder the Eye, the malice in Guan Qiaoqiao's heart completely overshadowed them.

If they are considered to be dead, then Guan Qiaoqiao's act of betraying his friend and gouging out his eyes to kill him is ten times worse.

People's malice silted up in their hearts tends to turn into a puddle of rotting sludge. The smell of the sludge pulls the female ghost, leading her to Guan Qiaoqiao and the dreadlocked man who wants to kill her.

She doesn't just hate the act of "killing ghosts".

What she really hated was "malice" itself.

When Song Chunyang's eyes were taken away, the female ghost was probably attracted by his intense hatred for Guan Qiaoqiao and Yuan Benshan.

Xi Lou drifted off, "Then wouldn't it be easy to pass. Just follow the requirements, don't put on a show, don't think of anything else, and control yourself not to generate malice ......"

Chi Xiaochi asked rhetorically, "Simple?"

There is not a single thing in the world more complex than the structure of the human heart.

At that exact moment, the ponytailed woman let out a long breath and woke up.

Gan Tang moved his lips to ask Chi Xiaochi's opinion: knock out again?

Chi Xiaochi sighed.

...... With ten days to go, what's the point of always knocking out.

Besides, they have a play to do.

The ponytailed woman staggered to her feet, covering her head, gradually recalling what had happened before she fainted, but instead of immediately going into hysterics, she curled herself up into a ball, her shoulders trembling one at a time, and each time she trembled with a grief that was too great for words.

The ever-mouthy freckled man embraced her shoulders, soothing her one at a time.

The pain eased, and with it came a mountain of hatred.

She violently rolled off the couch and glared at the freckled man, "Where's the dagger."

When her hatred was so strong, she no longer cared about keeping secrets.

The tall, strong woman's face went white, "Didn't Liao take it?"

Liao is the dreadlocked man, real name Liao Wu.

The ponytailed woman tucked a handful of her soaked hair behind her head, "No, he didn't have a dagger in his hand when he ran out-"

Her words reminded her to pull her feet up and run out, not caring if there was something hidden in that darkness.

When a person is experiencing dramatic mood swings, adrenaline is secreted rapidly, forgetting about fear and also losing their sanity.

A few minutes later, the ponytailed woman came rushing back all wet again, followed by the tall and strong woman and the freckled man, who had also turned into a drenched mess.

She came straight at Chi Xiaochi and raised her hand for a slap starter.

Gan Tang took one step across Chi Xiaochi's path, grabbed her right hand, and with the force of his fingers, he pinched the pony-tailed woman's wrist with the sound of creaking bones.

Gan Tang's voice is still the same intoxicatingly soft Wu Nong: "Don't fight, let's talk it out."

...... can be very unconvincing compared to her behavior.

The freckled man couldn't find fault with a woman hitting a woman, and his lips quirked for a moment as he tried to say something to lighten the mood, when the pony-tailed woman screwed up her face and said with her eyes wide in anger, "Soo Lin!"

Zhang Xiulin, the freckled man who was named, shuddered.

That dagger was something they used to save their lives, if it was snatched by the other party, wouldn't they be doing someone else a favor?

Besides, it's just a body search. ......

The freckled man gritted his teeth and said, "I'm sorry," and with one arm, he grasped Gan Tang and reached for Chi Xiaochi, who was sitting between Gan Yu and Yuan Benshan.

However, his hand just about reached halfway, still holding each other's arms Gan Tang violently threw out the ponytailed woman, a leg sweep out, hooked freckled male neck, slender waist a twist, flying body borrowed the force to sit on the freckled male shoulders, legs muscles taut, backward deadlocked his throat!

The freckled man was horrified, holding his face purple as he was crashed so hard he couldn't control himself and fell backwards.

At the moment of landing, Gan Tang bounced off the ground with a force in his lower back and abdomen, his knee against the freckled man's chest and ribs, a strand of hair falling down the side of his cheek, and not a breath of air in sight.

She said warmly, "Offended."

Chi Xiaochi with Xi Lou: ...... Oh exempt.

Gan Yu stood up, his tone was the same gentle firmness as his sister's, "Ms. Tan, please take your time to say what you have to say."

The ponytailed woman, whose real name was Tan Yue, rubbed her pinched wrists and raised her bloodshot eyes to stare at Chi Xiaochi so hard she could chew him up and swallow him, "Say what? What is there to say! You took advantage of the chaos and stole our dagger!"

Chi Xiaochi raised her eyebrows and asked Zhang Xiulin, the freckled man, "A dagger, is that what you call a 'secret weapon'?"

Zhang Xiulin was bitter.

"What are you pretending to be stupid for? From start to finish, you've fooled us all!" Tan Yue said angrily, "Are you blind? Why are you pretending to be blind?"

Chi Xiaochi sighed softly.

The four-cornered game just now had, in the end, shocked his spirit to the point that he had slipped up.

His instinctive "don't look" to Tan Yue reveals what he's hiding.

Yuan Benshan told him to pretend to be blind in order to monopolize him in the quest world; after all, no one would want to team up with a blind man, they would just stay away from him, and then they could safely share information.

The reason Chi Xiaochi continues to feign blindness after taking over this body is because the mission world is using Song Chunyang's real name.

Unless all four people in this world except Chi Xiaochi are dead, once they know that he has a pair of yin and yang eyes and spread the word, Song Chunyang is afraid that the rest of his life will be over.

However, if it is vague or hard-line, the situation will only develop in a worse direction.

With internal fragmentation, increased hostility, and a vicious cycle, only more people will die.

Seeing that the atmosphere of saber rattling had become a reality, Xi Lou finally figured out where the difficulty of this world was.

When they act, even if they repeatedly remind themselves to be faithful to their characters and act conscientiously, they always worry that if the character they play dies, whether they will die in reality, and when they think about it, worrying makes them horrible, and they will want to fight for it.

Liao Wu, the dreadlocked man, is the best example.

Besides, even if Chi Xiaochi were to tell the mechanism of the world now, would anyone believe it.

Who dares to take his own life to test whether the inference is correct?

What if if they die in the movie, they really die.

Not to mention the fact that Liao Wu had just died in the manner of that movie's hero, and once the dagger disappeared and the feigned blindness was exposed, Chi Xiaochi's trustworthiness in front of Tan Yue and the others had hit rock bottom.

One ring leads to another, and eventually the sandcastle tumbles, and everyone dies; the stronger the malice, the quicker the death.

The eighth world tests the most inscrutable human nature.

Xi Lou thought of Chi Xiaochi's rhetorical question.

...... "Simple?"

When it's really not easy at all.

It takes years and years of careful management to build up human trust, but it only takes a few anthills to destroy it.

Xi Lou's throat throbbed and tightened, thinking frantically about how Chi Xiaochi should respond now.

Chi Xiaochi said quietly, "Lou Lou, isn't it particularly nervous."

Xi Lou was getting on fire, "You're still in the mood to talk about this at this time!"

Chi Xiaochi says, "All I have to do is say two words and do one thing to calm them down. Do you believe that."

Xi Lou: "......" What kind of goddamned tone is this.

At the end of the sentence, Chi Xiaochi looked up at Tan Yue and reached for the calming words, "Because I can see the chi in people. ...... dead chi."

Chi Xiaochi removes her right pupil to reveal an amber colored eye.

This heterochromatic pupil is really metaphysical and persuasive, and how many people from childhood have been deceived by Song Chunyang's eyes, sincerely believing that he really has great spiritual powers.

Tan Yue was dumbfounded and looked at Zhang Xiulin and Qiu Mingming, a tall and strong woman, in disbelief.

Chi Xiaochi pointed to Tan Yue: "For example, right now, you have a death aura that is thicker than anyone else's."

Xi Lou hollered with clarity and gave a dark gulp of color.

Sure enough, the most brilliant lies are always half-truths.

Two words, one action, Chi Xiaochi really subdued them.

Tan Yue stayed stunned for a moment and asked rhetorically, "Why didn't you say so?!"

Chi Xiaochi retorted, "I'm afraid I'm not obligated to publicize such things at the outset. Besides, this skill doesn't have any positive effect, it can only serve as a reminder before a tragedy occurs."

"Then why don't you go and warn Liao--"

"I approached Mr. Liao this afternoon." Chi Xiaochi interrupted her, "He told me to get lost. ...... Ms. Tan, you should have heard."

In the afternoon, Chi Xiaochi did approach Liao Wu during a break and reminded him not to kill.

But Liao Wu was so agitated that he shouted at him to get out. Tan Yue, who had gone to get water, didn't know why and came over to mediate.

...... By then, Liao Wu's spirit had been eroded so deeply that there was no cure.

Tan Yue face gradually white, cover the face disheveled sit down, as if being drawn out of the spine.

Chi Xiaochi put her pupils back on and sat back down in her towel, "If you suspect that we have your secret weapon, you can search me. I have no idea what your secret weapon is. After Liao Wu ran out, I chased after him with you, Dr. Gan and Tangtang. Lao Yuan and your two companions stayed at the old fort. We didn't have time to get whatever dagger you guys had."

Tan Yue fumed for a while before remembering what Chi Xiaochi Fang Cai had said, and raised his head, his lips vaguely shivering, "You said that there is a dead qi on me ......"

Chi Xiaochi sighed.

The sigh gave Tan Yue goosebumps.

Chi Xiaochi didn't take the question, but instead threw out another question backhandedly: "Liao Wu was going to go after 'Guan Qiaoqiao' during the shoot. Think about it, who is the closest to Liao Wu at that time?"

The living room was silent.

Thinking about that possibility, Tan Yue and his crew all had a shaky, gold-faced look on their faces.

Chi Xiaochi added gently, "It's possible she took your things. She knew you guys were going to kill her."

Chi Xiaochi is really good at this kind of operation, and after some coaxing, they all calmed down.

The dead are gone and the living still need to think of themselves and others.

What should we do? They are unarmed and their purpose is known to "Guan Qiaoqiao". ......

...... Chi Xiaochi wants them to be in a state of sixes and sevens like they are right now.

It's the only way they'll listen to themselves.

Chi Xiaochi goes with the flow and relates his presumptions.

He made no mention of Guan Qiaoqiao, except to say that if there was any malice towards the female ghosts, it might invite misfortune.

He told us that this morning, he had a murderous thought about "Guan Qiaoqiao" during a movie shoot, and that the reaction of "Guan Qiaoqiao" at that time had already made Chi Xiaochi suspicious.

In times of spiritual weakness, Chi Xiaochi instills in them enough to convince them.

The three men, deprived of their companions and once again deprived of the strength of their righteous indignation, digested the information provided by Chi Xiaochi and, dumbfounded, each of them got up and went to rest.

Chi Xiaochi leaned back on the couch with her legs crossed, squinting like a tired cat.

Confirming that the crowd had emptied, he extended his hand toward Gan Tang.

Gan Tang nodded slightly and stepped out of the gate of the old castle, lifting the lid of the unlocked, paint-splattered mailbox at the entrance.

Yuan Benshan's eyes widened.

Gan Tang pulled the spell-engraved broken dagger out of the mailbox.

Even Xi Lou couldn't hide his shock: "When did she--"

Chi Xiaochi said, "I noticed that Liao Wu dropped something in the swarm before he ran away."

Gan Tang softly said, "Zhang Xiulin and Qiu Mingming didn't dare to look at the swarm of earthworms, and came to the living room from the second floor; I ran at the end, turned to the swarm of earthworms, picked up the things, hid them on my body, and waited until we entered the ancient fortress, and then temporarily consigned them here."

While there, Tan Yue, the ponytailed woman, focused on her ally, Liao, and naturally did not notice that Gan Tang had disappeared for a short time.

When the four of them return, Zhang Xiulin and Qiu Mingming, who are waiting in the old castle, focus all their attention on the news of Liao's death and the fainting Tan Yue, and are unable to notice what Gan Tang, who is late for the door, has done outside.

...... exploits the time gap and mental blind spot quite perfectly.

Xi Lou asked Chi Xiaochi in surprise, "...... When did you discuss this plan with her?"

Chi Xiaochi smiled.

Not a word of more discussion, but just a glance and a gesture of picking something up to her as she descended the stairs.

That's probably what's called tacit understanding.

Yuan Benshan didn't realize that Chi Xiaochi had left this in the bag and was all smiles, "Chunyang, you're great!"

Chi Xiaochi smiled rather laboriously, "Leave the dagger with me for now."

Yuan Benshan hesitated briefly, sweeping over the Gan siblings out of the corner of his eye, obviously not quite at ease: "Or leave it here with me?"

Chi Xiaochi was noncommittal, "Old Yuan, we can't keep this. It's a life-preserving talisman that someone else got, and when we leave this world, I'll find a way to return it to them."

At those words, the muscles on Yuan Benshan s face twisted slightly, and he couldn t help but say, "Chunyang, you are also too ...... kind."

What he's actually trying to say is childish.

Why should I give back what I've got in my hands?

"We're just keeping it for now." Chi Xiaochi pretended not to understand his strings and softly said, "The weapons will give them the courage to fight back, but for now they just need to play nice."

After tonight, Xi Lou really admired Chi Xiaochi.

The power of observation, the power of summarization, and the quick wits to respond to a crisis, the words to control the whole scene, make him easily capture the hearts of all.

The eighth world is laid out in terms of human cowardice, and Chi Xiaochi is able to use this cowardice directly against it, suppressing everyone's murderous intentions.

Chi Xiaochi was really tired too, and got up shakily, only to fall back onto Gan Yu with a weak leg.

Gan Yu had been keeping a distance from him, but only then did he realize that his lips were unusually white, and his face was red, red, red, red, red, red, red, red, red, red.

...... The rain, the shock, plus the emotional strain, a series of shocks, led directly to his catching cold and pouncing.

He held his hot forehead against Gan Yu's shoulder, coveting that bit of cool body heat.

Yuan Benshan's voice anxiously asking "what's wrong" faded away, and the only sound in his ears was the thumping heartbeat of the person in front of him, as if it coincided with his heart rate.

Knock, knock.

Gan Yu was in pain and in a hurry, and in his haste he blurted out, "Little--"

The secrecy mechanism kicked in immediately, and he couldn't even send that last word.

He finally gave up and took him in his arms with a helpless and heartbreaking sigh.

...... you ah.