Chapter 15
That night.
The old residential buildings stand in the deep darkness.
Obviously it is exactly the same building as it was during the day, but under the shroud of night it was cast with a cold and terrible meaning.
The youth stopped in front of the building.
He raised his head and looked at the old building in front of him.
The deep darkness submerged everything, and the boundaries of the building became obscured as a result. In the dead silence, the inaudible chatter was agitated, and it seemed that something was waking up.
None of the lights in the residential building were on.
The darkened window looked down quietly, like empty eye sockets.
The air was cold and sticky, and there was a faint rancid smell.
—Even if I have not been fully convinced during the day, there is no suspense now.
Ye Jia retracted his gaze and sighed softly.
This is a very evil dead spirit. Its favorite food is the soul tormented by regret. It can drive the dead, create illusions, and let the human beings under its eyes slowly ferment and cultivate into their favorite taste. It will be eaten only after torture.
The little black hand grabbed his shoulder and stuck his head out. It shivered and asked secretly:
“This, the smell of yin inside is too strong, isn’t it, how many people did this one eat?”
A lot.
Ye Jia narrowed his eyes.
But he was not prepared to answer this question from Little Black Hand.
He raised his hand expressionlessly, pulled the little black hand from his shoulder, and casually tied the knot, and then put the struggling little black hand into his pocket mercilessly.
Ye Jia sneered: “The ghost who fights the landlord and recharges other people’s deposits is not worthy to speak.”
Little Black Hand: “…”
Huh.
After successfully shutting it up, Ye Jia walked towards the door of the building.
The lights in the corridor came on.
The dim yellow light flickered slightly, unable to dispel the thick and sticky darkness. The empty corridor was full of debris, but there was no vitality, and the sound of heartbeat could be heard quietly.
Ye Jia walked straight to the home of the old man who was peeping out this afternoon.
When he reached the door, his pace stopped slightly.
The door is not closed.
Unlike the deep-locked door of Wang Shize’s house this afternoon, this door was half-hidden, revealing a half-person wide gap in pitch black.
Ye Jia paused, and raised his hand to push the door open.
The hinge of the door made a creaking sound in the silent dark night, and then slowly slid inward.
In the dark room, there was a decadent atmosphere unique to the old man. The debris in the room was piled up, and the small space was almost piled up, and there was no place to stay.
There was an armchair in the corner of the room, and a dark figure sat on the chair.
Ye Jia turned on the light.
The light shone, illuminating the old man sitting in the armchair.
His gully face showed a bleak, dead gray, and his wide, filthy eyes looked straight into the void, as if making a silent question to the sky.
Even if there is no need to check, Ye Jia knows that the person is dead.
He looked down and saw a crumpled piece of paper pressed under the old bark-like palm of the old man.
Ye Jia frowned, stepped over the debris on the ground, and walked towards the room.
He took the piece of paper out of the old man’s cold and dead hands, spread it out, and carefully read the writing on it under the light.
The old man’s handwriting was messy and crooked, and it became more scribbled as he went back, and he could not even tell:
“…Recently, there have been a lot of strange things at home. Juncheng said that I am always confused, but I know that it was you who came back. You left so early for so many years, and didn’t want to come back and see me once cruelly. I was useless and useless. For most of my life, I haven’t saved enough money for you to see a doctor…
When you first left, I wanted to wait every day, without waiting for you to come back to see me and talk to me…
…Now I can hear your voice when I close my eyes, and I can see your shadow when I open my eyes. It’s impossible to say that I’m not afraid, but… at least better than my old man being alone.
You are willing to come and take me away. It’s good, but I’m at ease… At least you don’t blame me so much that you don’t want to see me…”
The writing behind was blurred by the water, and it was no longer legible.
Ye Jia lowered his eyes, and the deep shadows printed on his eyelashes blocked the emotions in his eyes.
Suddenly, the old man’s green hands violently moved!
He clenched Ye Jia’s wrist like a cold iron hoop, his eyes widened, his mouth made a “hehe” gasping sound, and his bloodshot eyes became hideous and terrifying:
“It’s you! It’s you!”
“If you come earlier… if you come earlier…” His skinny fingers were clenched tightly, and his bones rubbed and made a gurgling noise: “I won’t die…”
“Yes.” A voice sounded from behind Ye Jia.
That familiar voice instantly evoked a series of images that were buried deep in memory, like the silt that was rolled up in a river channel, glowing with the stench of rotting.
Ye Jia was slightly startled.
He turned his head and looked in the direction of the sound.
A man covered in blood was standing behind him, a big hideous hole broke through his chest and abdomen, and black blood was slowly flowing outwards.
Ye Jia recognized this face.
This is his teammate in his first copy-and also the first person to die in front of him.
Although it was a long time ago, Ye Jia still remembered that scene.
The monster’s ugly mouthparts will pass through the man’s chest, as easy as piercing a piece of tofu with a finger. The man’s pale face is facing him straight, his face is mixed with fear, pain, despair, and loss. , He struggled, uttering a broken syllable: “Save…”
Before the words could be finished, the figure of the man was lifted by his mouthparts, and then he was chewed and swallowed.
At that time, Ye Jia stood in place, his face stained with blood splashed on, and his body trembled uncontrollably, as if the horrible image just now remained on his retina.
—It was at that moment that he finally realized how cruel this game is.
Either win or die.
The man looked at Ye Jia with a hateful eye:
“We died because of you.”
The dim yellow light above his head fell on the young man’s hair and eyelashes, as if he was coated with a layer of gold powder, his face was as pale and calm as ever, and his expression was so pale that he could hardly be captured.
“…Do not.”
A woman’s voice sounded.
In the next second, beside the man, a slender figure slowly emerged.
That is a very beautiful woman.
With long curly hair and an oval face, his expression is gentle and quiet, and there is always a touch of sadness between his eyebrows.
There was a huge and smooth wound on her chest, as if she had been pierced by an extremely sharp weapon. The dark red blood wet her clothes: “I didn’t die because of you.”
Her face became distorted and hideous:
“I was killed by your own hands!”
That encirclement and suppression.
Dozens of players ambushed ACE.
Not only for the points on his body, but also for the weapon that is said to be a gift for completing the hidden mission of the game-under the great advantage, there must be a brave man.
However, they are not completely unprepared.
They have internal responses around ACE.
A teammate who was bought out.
She told them when and where ACE would pass, what props he had on him, and what his weaknesses were…
In the end, she and the dozens of players, with silent eyes, fell forever on the pitch-black beach.
The blood stained the ground and soaked the soil, and the blood mist floating in the air could not dissipate for a few days.
Among the broken limbs, the young man stood silently, blood ticking down between his fingers gripping the sickle handle. He raised his eyes to look at the hell-like scene in front of him, then turned around and pulled his hood on. , Disappeared into the night.
Since that day, no one has heard of ACE looking for any teammates.
one by one.
More figures emerged from the virtual space, pale faces, miserable death, and hateful eyes, firmly locking the young man standing in the middle of the room.
Former companions.
Once the enemy.
Died because of him.
Killed by him.
Ye Jia looked around at these strange and familiar faces, as if examining his own past.
Finally, he lowered his eyes, and his long eyelashes made him pale and fragile.
Countless souls are pressing harder at each step, their faces become more and more ferocious, a kind of greed that is almost longing overflows from their eyes, and a pair of hands stretched out towards the young man standing in the middle of the room—
Suddenly, a soft sigh sounded.
That sigh was like a rest, falling heavily to the ground, making the whole room quiet for a moment.
Ye Jia raised those light-colored eyes and fixedly looked at a point on the far wall, like a morning mist with a calm smile on the bottom of his eyes:
“So, that’s it?”
He raised his hand, and a bit of cold light from his fingertips swept across.
The fingers that knocked on his wrist like iron hoop drifted away like dust.
Ye Jia moved his wrist lightly, and a faint red color appeared between the pale wrists, which was quickly covered by the cuffs.
He took a step forward, and a sharp and cold breath suddenly exploded, sweeping away all the figures in front of him.
The room finally became much cleaner.
“Ahhhhh-“
After a scream, a sly smiling face appeared on the wall, those dark eyes stared at Ye Jia, the bitterness in the eyes could hardly be concealed.
The next second, it sank backward and disappeared.
Ye Jia raised his eyebrows: “Do you want to run?”
Several of him stepped out of the room, chasing in the direction of the fluctuation of Yin Qi—
However, before running a few steps, Ye Jia’s pace suddenly stopped.
In front of me was a narrow corridor, the lights were dim and flickering. Under the flickering lights, there was a small figure standing.
The little boy stood there in silence, his pale face, a pair of dark and deep eyes fixedly looking at Ye Jia, his slender figure seemed to be instantly swallowed by darkness.
He said in a hoarse voice:
“elder brother.”