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"[Hundred People One Song]? What kind of game?"

Lu Jian glanced at Tangerine Zhengzong.

On the surface, he still looks like a human being, except that the places of his two eyes are not very human, but are formed by the accumulation of countless smaller eyes. The orange orthodox eye sockets are like the compound eyes of insects.

Hongye was stunned for a moment, but still stood where she was.

Lu Jian pulled her down calmly and sat beside him.

“[Hundred People One Poetry] is a strange talk game popular in Hejima. Everyone stands in the corner of a dark room, holding a candle in their hand, and then blows out the candles from the first person, closes their eyes and walks along the wall, toward The next person, read a waka while walking, then pat the other person on the shoulder, let the other person pass the flame of the candle to you, then the second person blows out the candle, and continues to walk down like the first person."

Tangerine Masamune's dense eyes looked at Lu Yi and Hong Ye, Lu Yi could feel the nervousness of Hong Ye around him for a moment, but he quickly adjusted himself.

According to Hongye, the more you know about certain things, the more knowledge you get, the less likely you will be affected by obstacles.

Before Lu Jian and Hongye looked at Tachibana Masamune and they were at least individuals. Now that they have experienced some changes at Hejima Shrine, it seems that they have a deeper understanding of the world, so they see more things.

Thinking about it this way, the son of God who sits in Hedao Taisha must know a lot more than ordinary people. Is this world in her eyes more terrifying?

"Is there any secret in this game?"

Lu Jian asked casually.

This game mode is a bit familiar to him, but the version he knows is even simpler, and Hejima itself has supernatural things. I wonder what special effects these games will have?

"Well, it's said that if you recite the waka correctly, you may attract the undead. In a game played by four people, in the end, you will find that someone is always reciting the waka, while candles are always lit in the four corners."

Tachibana Masamune's vast eyes glanced at Hongye.

"And the reason why it is called [Hundred People One Song] is because this game can be played by up to a hundred people. In a huge and empty environment, there will be one hundred and one people in the end!"

Yinping played with the folding fan in his hand,

The squirming flesh and blood trembled like a heartbeat.

"Shall we try?"

Lu Jian also glanced at Hongye.

"?"

Hongye was taken aback for a moment, and question marks emerged from her eyes.

This is an obviously problematic game, but don't you think it's dangerous to play with them who have turned into monsters?

Or, does he want to obtain some information through the game?

After thinking for a moment, Hongye nodded slightly.

"Let's play then."

The four took candles, closed the doors and windows, turned off the lights, and stood in the four corners in the order of Ju Zhengzong, Yinping, Lu Jian, and Hongye.

In the dark room, only the flickering lights of candles illuminated the faces of the four people.

"Start with me."

Tachibana Masamune said, and then blew out the candle.

In an instant, the room was much darker. My personal candle could only illuminate my surroundings, and I couldn't see the scene farther away. This was not normal, as if I was bound by some kind of power beyond human understanding.

"In the lonely and empty mountains, the winter solstice is even more desolate. When you look up, people are far away, and you can see white grass and barren grass."

Tachibana Masamune recited Waka with a strange tone and a voice mixed with ravings, which echoed in this silent room, like an ancient call.

After waiting for a while, Lu Jian saw that beside Yinping, in the shadow of the candlelight, a hand suddenly stretched out and patted his shoulder lightly.

Ju Zhengzong appeared beside Yinping, he seemed to be a little alienated, the skin on his body was chapped, and there was red flesh and blood under the cracks.

Yinping lit the candle to Tachibana Masamune, then blew out his own candle and disappeared into the candlelight in that corner.

"Loneliness is unbearable..."

Lu Jian looked sideways at the direction Yinping was coming from. He couldn't see anything beside the dark and deep wall, only Yinping's vague voice could be heard.

The area illuminated by the candle light and the edge of the dark area are ambiguous, as if at any time, the weak candle light in this hand will be swallowed.

"Go out of the nunnery and look at the sky..."

Yinping's voice came from the side, and Lu Jian was focused, waiting for his arrival.

But that voice always felt neither far nor near, just within a short distance of Lu Jian, but never approached.

"Everywhere is bleak..."

The whisper-like chant sounded in Lu's ears, and he couldn't help but turn his head, because just now, Lu's clearly heard the voice coming from his right, that is, the direction of Hongye.

But only Hongye holding a candle looked at her with a serious expression.

Lu Jian then looked to the left again.

A face was in front of him.

"Autumn evening is chilling..."

Hearing this voice coming from Yinping's mouth, Lu Jian felt his heart skip a beat.

He passed the candle's fire to Yinping, then blew out the candle and walked towards the red leaves.

The darkness enveloped Lu Jian, and the surroundings were silent. Lu Jian turned his head and saw the ferocious Yin Ping standing in a corner holding a candle. He also saw Tangerine Zhengzong in another corner, also holding a candle, like a stone statue. stand there.

Lu Jian turned his head and looked forward.

He suddenly remembered one thing.

It is said to be one song for a hundred people...but I don't know what Japanese songs are there!

These things are not included in the knowledge he has learned.

A little embarrassing.

"Why don't you turn on the light now and tell everyone that I'm sorry, I'm not educated and don't understand waka?"

Lu Jian thought to himself, this is too embarrassing.

He closed his eyes, slowed down his pace, and continued to move forward when he suddenly had an idea.

"Moonlight in front of the bed..."

Anyway, waka and ancient poetry are similar, so it should be no problem to memorize two on the spot.

As soon as he opened his mouth, Lu Trian closed his eyes and felt that the surroundings were getting darker.

Only in front of him, candles of red leaves shone faintly in front of his eyes, guiding the direction.

"It's suspected to be frost on the ground..."

Lu Jian continued to walk forward. According to his feeling, he should have already walked halfway. He subconsciously raised his hand to hold the wall on the right, but it was in vain.

"?"

Lu Jian straightened his right hand, but never touched the wall.

He even moved a little to the right.

"I walked against the wall at first, and there should be no change of direction in the middle. Why is the wall gone now?"

Lu Jian thought secretly.

"Is it okay to just go straight ahead like this?"

He stepped forward step by step, wanting to open his eyes, but tried his best to restrain such thoughts.

"Looking up at the bright moon..."

When Lu Jian read the third sentence, he felt that the surrounding environment had changed.

A gust of cold wind blew from behind, making Lu trip over with goosebumps.

How can there be wind in this house with the doors and windows closed?

And this wind, it's not like a natural wind, it's more like...someone is blowing from behind?

He quickened his pace a little, wanting to end this section of the road as soon as possible, but at this moment, Lu Jian found that something was wrong again.

"I've been walking for so long, why haven't I reached Hongye yet?"

Lu Jian continued to walk forward and was about to run.

But this road has no end, and it can never reach the end.

The walls, the room, everything seemed to have disappeared, and Lu Jian felt as if he had entered a different space.

Lu Juan calmed down, he slowed down and found that he had only two choices.

First, open your eyes and confirm the situation.

Second, continue to read this poem and then look at the follow-up.

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