That night.
Old residential buildings stand in the dark night.
It is obviously the same building as in the daytime, but under the shroud of night, it is covered with a cold and terrifying meaning.
The young man stopped in front of the building door.
He raised his head and looked at the old buildings in front of him.
The deep darkness drowned everything, and the boundary of the building became blurred because of this. In the dead silence, inaudible babble was stirring, and it seemed that something was waking up.
Not a single light was on in the residential building.
The pitch-black window looked down quietly, like an empty eye socket.
The air was cold and sticky, and there was a faint smell of rancidity.
- Even if the day is not completely convinced, there is no suspense now.
Ye Jia retracted his gaze and sighed softly.
This is a very evil undead. Its favorite food is the soul tortured by remorse. It can drive the undead, create illusions, and slowly ferment and cultivate the human beings targeted by it into their favorite flavors. After all the torture, it will be eaten.
The little black hand poked his head out from his shoulders, it shivered a bit, and secretly asked:
"This, the smell of yin in here is too strong. How many people did this one eat?"
Not a lot.
Ye Jia narrowed his eyes.
However, he was not prepared to answer this question from the little black hand.
He raised his hand expressionlessly, ripped the little black hand off his shoulders, tied a dead knot, and then mercilessly stuffed the struggling little black hand into his pocket.
Ye Jia sneered: "The ghost who fights the landlord and recharges other people's deposits is not worthy of talking."
Little Black Hand: "..."
huh.
After successfully making it shut up, Ye Jia walked towards the door of the building.
The lights in the hallway lit up.
The dim yellow light flickered slightly, unable to dispel the thick and sticky darkness at all. 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 house of the old man who was peeking out this afternoon.
When he reached the door, his steps stopped slightly.
The door is not closed.
Unlike the deeply locked door of Wang Shize's house this afternoon, this door was half-closed, revealing a pitch-black gap half a person's width.
Ye Jia paused, raised his hand and pushed the door open.
The hinges of the door creaked in the silent night, and then slowly slid inward.
In the dark room, there is a rotten smell unique to the old man. The debris in the room is piled up, and the small space is almost full, and there is no place to stay.
There was an armchair in the corner of the room, on which sat a dark figure.
Ye Jia turned on the light.
The lights fell, illuminating the old man sitting in the armchair.
His ravaged face was a dull, dead gray, and his wide, dirty eyes stared straight at the void, as if asking a silent question to the sky.
Even if there is no need for inspection, Ye Jia knows that people are already dead.
He looked down and saw a crumpled piece of paper under the old man's old bark-like palm.
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 hand, spread it out flat, and carefully read the handwriting on it under the light.
The old man's handwriting was messy and crooked, and it became more and more scribbled as he went back, and he couldn't even distinguish:
"... There have been a lot of weird things at home recently. Juncheng said that I was always confused, but I know that it was you who came back. You have been gone for so many years, and you didn't want to come back to see me once, because I was useless, useless. For most of my life, I haven't saved enough money to see your doctor...
When you just left, I wanted to wait every day, but I didn't wait for you to come back and look at 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 I'm not afraid, but... at least it's 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 complain about me so much that you don't want to see me... "
The writing on the back was smeared with water and could no longer be legible.
Ye Jia lowered his eyes, and the deep shadows imprinted on his eyelashes blocked the emotions in his eyes.
Suddenly, the old man's blue-white hand moved violently!
Holding Ye Jia's wrist tightly like an icy iron hoop, he widened his eyes, and made a gasping sound of "hehe" from his mouth, and his bloodshot eyes became hideous and terrifying:
"It's you! It's you!"
"If you had come earlier... If you had come earlier..." His skinny fingers were clenched tightly, and the bones clucked together: "I wouldn't die..."
"Yeah." A voice sounded from behind Ye Jia.
That familiar voice instantly evoked a series of images buried deep in memory, like the silt rolled up in the river, with a rotten stench.
Ye Jia was slightly startled.
He turned his head to look in the direction of the sound.
A man covered in blood was standing behind him, with a big, hideous hole in his chest and abdomen, and black blood was slowly flowing out.
Ye Jia recognized this face.
This was his first dungeon teammate—and the first to die in front of him.
Although it has been a long time, Ye Jia still remembers that scene.
The monster's ugly mouthparts will pass through the man's chest, as easily as piercing a piece of tofu with his fingers. The man's pale face is facing him, his face is mixed with fear, pain, despair, and dazedness. , he struggled, uttering a broken syllable: "Save..."
Before he could finish speaking, the man's body was lifted up by his mouthparts, and then he was chewed and swallowed.
At that time, Ye Jia stood still, his face was stained with blood that was splattered, and his whole body was shaking uncontrollably, as if the terrifying image just now remained on his retina.
- It was at that moment that he finally realized how cruel this game was.
Either win or die.
The man looked at Ye Jia with a look of hatred:
"We died because of you."
The dim yellow light above his head fell on the hair tips and eyelashes of the young man, as if gilding him with a layer of gold powder.
"… Do not."
A woman's voice sounded.
The next second, next to the man, a slender figure slowly emerged.
That is a very beautiful woman.
Long curly hair, oval face, gentle and quiet expression, always with a touch of sadness between his brows.
There was a huge and smooth wound across her chest, as if some extremely sharp weapon had passed through her chest, and the thick dark red blood wetted her clothes: "I didn't die because of you."
Her face became twisted and hideous:
"I was killed by you!"
That siege.
Dozens of players ambushed the ACE.
Not only for the points on him, but also for the weapon that was said to be a gift for completing the hidden mission of the game - under the heavy profit, there must be a brave man.
However, they are not completely unprepared.
They have internal support around ACE.
A bribed teammate.
She told them where and when ACE was going, what props he had on him, what his weaknesses were...
In the end, she and the dozens of players, with silent eyes, fell on the pitch-black beach forever.
The blood stained the ground and soaked the soil, and the blood mist floating in the air could not be dissipated for several days.
In the midst of the broken limbs, the young man stood silently, blood dripping from his fingers gripping the hilt of the scythe. , disappeared into the darkness.
Since that day, no one has heard of ACE looking for any teammates.
one by one.
More figures emerged from the void space, pale face, miserable death, hatred eyes, locked the young man standing in the center of the room.
former companion.
former enemy.
died because of him.
killed by him.
Ye Jia looked around at these unfamiliar and familiar faces, as if reviewing his past.
Finally, he lowered his eyes, and the long eyelashes added a bit of paleness and vulnerability to him.
Countless souls pressed closer, their faces became more and more hideous, a kind of greed that was almost eager overflowed from their eyes, and a pair of hands stretched out to the young man standing in the center of the room—
Suddenly, a sigh sounded.
That sigh was like a rest, and it fell heavily to the ground, making the whole room suddenly quiet for a moment.
Ye Jia raised his light-colored eyes and fixedly looked at a point on the far wall, a calm smile appeared in his eyes like morning mist:
"So, that's all?"
He raised his hand, and a bit of cold light on his fingertips crossed.
The fingers that tapped on his wrist like iron hoops scattered like dust.
Ye Jia moved his wrist gently, and there was a faint redness between the pale wrist, which was quickly covered by the cuff.
He took a step forward, and a sharp and cold aura suddenly exploded, sweeping all the figures in front of him suddenly.
The room finally became much cleaner.
"Ah-"
After a scream, a smiling face appeared on the wall. Those dark eyes stared at Ye Jia, and the resentment in the eyes could hardly be concealed.
The next second, it sank back and disappeared.
Ye Jia raised his eyebrows: "Do you want to run?"
He stepped out of the room in a few steps, chasing in the direction of Yin Qi fluctuations—
However, before taking a few steps, Ye Jia's pace suddenly stopped.
There is a narrow corridor in front of me, the lights are dim, flickering, and under the flickering lights, a small figure stands.
The little boy stood there silently, his pale face and a pair of dark and deep eyes fixedly looking at Ye Jia, his slender figure seemed to be swallowed by darkness in an instant.
He said in a hoarse voice:
"elder brother."