What's the meaning
Ye Jia's hand paused slightly in the air.
There was still no expression on his face, but there seemed to be a storm in his heart.
Ye Jia frowned, lowered his eyes, and looked at Ji Xuan, who was half a head shorter than himself.
The little boy raised his head slightly. Although Ye Jia was standing in front of him, his eyes went straight through the other person's body and landed on the huge sarcoid that almost filled the entire cave in the distance. A pair of rubies His eyes were shining brightly in the dimly lit cave, and there was some kind of paranoid and dark extreme longing shining in the bottom of his eyes, which was creepy.
So crazy, so… familiar.
Ye Jia was slightly startled, and countless dusty pictures rolled out from the depths of his memory.
He remembered that sometimes, when he turned his head inadvertently, he could always see the other person staring at him, those dark and dark eyes flashing with the same expression, but in short, the moment he looked at the past Disappeared without a trace, just like the morning mist under the sun, like a phantom, the little boy raised a pale face, raised his lips, showed a cute smile, and suppressed the gloom, innocent He asked, "Brother, what's wrong?"
Ye Jia blinked and pulled himself back from the sudden surge of memories.
At this moment, Ji Xuan had passed by his side and walked towards the sarcoma that was still wriggling.
Ye Jia paused and turned to follow.
I saw the little boy stopped a few steps away from his mother.
The sticky squirming sound of the sarcoma on the top of the head became more intense, echoing in the empty cave, and it sounded almost disgusting. Then, Ye Jia saw that a fist-sized sarcoma separated from his mother's body, and then slowly Landing down, the little boy opened his hands and let them fall on his palms.
I don't know why, Ye Jia always felt...
This big fist, the sticky surface, and the blue veined flesh ball seemed... a little familiar, as if he had glimpsed it in one of his vague dreams.
The moment the sarcoid fell into Ji Xuan's palm, Ye Jia felt a flash in front of his eyes.
The surrounding caves dissipated like snowflakes, replaced by a more familiar scene.
Next to it are tall buildings that are twisted and dark, and it looks like a scene that can only appear in a child's nightmare. The dark and cold steel towers are densely crowded in a small area, making it almost impossible to breathe.
Here is a copy.
However, for some unknown reason, Ye Jia found that he could not remember that he had passed the customs.
He frowned and tried to remember, but the memory was still blank.
At this moment, a shrill and sharp scream came from the front, and the sound was extremely terrifying, with a pain that could almost penetrate the human heart, like the whine of a creature prepared for torment when it was about to die.
As if there was some traction ahead, Ye Jia stepped in the direction of the sound.
In the center of the dense building complex, an empty field suddenly appeared, like a huge altar immersed in a strange deep sea.
There were dark red lines on the ground, and there was an indescribable strangeness and horror under the gloomy darkness around him.
The fist-sized sarcoma hangs above the open space, and it seems to be still wriggling and undulating slowly.
The young man curled up and fell in the center of the pattern, his thin back and shoulder blades stood out through the thin shirt, trembling violently like dead leaves in the wind, and the fabric stuck to it was completely wet with sweat. Showing clear lines, as if a dying butterfly was tightly stuck on the spider web, struggling desperately.
The sarcoma slowly descended.
"Ah-"
He screamed out.
Pale fingers clenched tightly on the ground, and broken nails and flesh were left in the rough scratches.
The young man shuddered, raised his head under the traction of some strange force, his wet hair was tightly stuck to his pale cheeks, his bitten bloody lips were wide open, and he was panting violently like a man about to drown. .
The moment the sarcoid touched him, it was like raindrops falling into the pool, disappearing without a trace in the blink of an eye.
"Ah!"
The youth screamed.
The next second, from the center of his chest ribs, some kind of hard and straight long handle was slowly pulled out.
"Thorn-"
The sound of the shirt being torn rang out, revealing the pale chest of the young man soaked in blood. The viscous blood flowed down the texture of the muscles, fell on the ground, and flowed outwards along the dark red texture. Weird outside.
The long handle as white as bone was revealed, followed by a crescent-like blade, and at the end, a sharp blade that shone with cold light.
The huge sickle was forcibly pulled out of the youth's body, and the smooth blade surface reflected a bloody shimmer.
There were whispers all around, whispering greedily.
“It smells so good…”
"Very delicious… "
Countless dark shadows overflowed from the tall buildings, rushing towards the unconscious youth in the center of the open space from all directions, whispering to each other as they moved forward: "Eat him..."
"Eat him..."
A cold and hoarse child's voice broke the silence: "I see who dares..."
The little boy walked out of the darkness and stood in front of the young man on the ground. A pair of dark eyes had completely recovered their scarlet color. He stared coldly and ruthlessly at the ghosts and monsters in front of him. of terrifying stature and power—
"The direct line..." The darkness whispered: "It's the direct line..."
"He is also..." The little boy said slowly, expressionless: "He is the direct line designated by his mother himself, your future king."
He stepped forward: "Anyone to try?"
The shadows around him hesitated, rolled, and finally, under fear, slowly retreated into the dark night.
When the Specter and the monster retreated, Ji Xuan squatted down, carefully hugged the other's sweat-soaked head into his arms, and brushed the wet hair tails off the young man's face with his fingertips, as if he was dealing with some kind of precious treasure. similar.
The boy leaned down, put his lips on the other's closed eyelids, smiled contentedly, and said softly, "Come on... Brother, you can stay soon."
Ye Jia's pupils shrank, staring intently at the scene in front of him.
He lowered his eyes, opened his palms, and looked at the sickle that slowly appeared in his hand, and the sharp blade that still shone in the darkness.
The next second, without warning, the scene around him changed.
Ye Jia's fingers tightened suddenly.
The phantom of the sickle in the palm dissipated instantly.
Ye Jia took a deep breath, slowly raised his head, looked into the distance, and calmly watched what happened next.
What happened next was the same as what he remembered.
Among the players, he quickly became the target of public criticism. Members of the same team died one after another, and people who could be called friends betrayed him one by one. A siege made him officially a loner. , the only person following him was Ji Xuan.
Slowly, Ye Jia discovered that he didn't know if it was his physical problem. No matter where he was, he would always attract the largest number of ghosts.
He rarely allowed Ji Xuan to form a team with him to enter the dungeon. Even after entering the dungeon, he would stay as far away from the team as possible and act alone.
Every ghost and monster that tried to kill him was swallowed up by Ye Jia, and he became stronger and stronger, more and more... inhuman.
Until... He reached the top of the standings and couldn't be surpassed.
The scenes that had happened flashed before Ye Jia's eyes.
During this time, Ye Jia kept trying to touch Ji Xuan, but the other party was still like a phantom, unable to be touched, let alone dragged out.
Maybe we have to finish this whole thing
So Ye Jia gave up trying, but continued to move forward with the timeline.
Fortunately, the time progress of this world is very fast, and every picture is broken, one paragraph after another, rather than a continuous, uninterrupted walk forward.
Ye Jia didn't want to relive his years in the game all over again.
That was so boring.
Soon, the final moment has come.
Ye Jia once again stepped on the ancient battlefield that carried countless killings, and the blood soaked sand made a sticky and moist squeak under his feet.
He narrowed his eyes and looked up casually into the distance.
At this moment, Ji Xuan and himself were walking one after the other on the ancient battlefield with viscous blood seeping on the ground, walking towards the steep cliff in the distance.
Ye Jia was a little distracted.
In fact, he also entered a dungeon alone before setting foot here.
In that dungeon, Ye Jia saw the dead undead, and his former teammate grievously accused him of being ruthless and indifferent. It was there that Ye Jia saw the friend who had betrayed her. Ye Jia's whereabouts were sold to the players who surrounded him, and he died with those players on the blood-soaked wasteland.
The originally gentle and beautiful woman had a ferocious face, and her bloodshot eyes stared at Ye Jia in front of her, cursing his viciousness and cruelty.
Ye Jia passed her by with an expressionless face.
However, at that moment, the woman's hoarse whisper sounded in his ear: "Do you think you still have friends?"
Ye Jia didn't look back and walked straight forward.
"Do you think that child is really good for you?" The woman's voice was bitter and cold, with a hint of comfort: "Since we became ghosts, we have all become part of the game, we know more , see more clearly - this is a conspiracy, a game specially designed for you, and you jumped blindly and ignorantly and became the bait in Li Gui's mouth... "
Ye Jia's pace paused slightly.
"Hahaha!" The woman laughed wildly behind him, and all the ghosts laughed along with her: "We are waiting for you in hell!"
There is a truth in this game.
Never trust anyone who dies.
It wasn't the words of the undead that made Ye Jia suspicious, but as time passed, his senses became more and more keen, and he gradually discovered the strangeness of Ji Xuan's breath-although Ye Jia did not put Ji Xuan at the time. Divided into the category of the enemy, but he can no longer give absolute trust to the other party like before.
And what he heard in this copy deepened Ye Jia's suspicion.
- This suspicion saved Ye Jia's life.
Therefore, it was only at the last moment that he could wake up in time. Ye Jia finally saw the real face and sinister intentions of the Specter in front of him. After fighting for life and death, the blade in his hand pierced through the opponent's chest.
Ye Jia pulled away from his memories.
He took a deep breath, followed the two figures in front of him, and walked towards the depths of the cave.
In the dark cave, the bloated and huge sarcoma had disappeared, replaced by a viscous tumbling pool of blood.
In the distance, I and Ji Xuan were talking about something, but Ye Jia had no interest in listening.
He yawned, sat down on one of the stones, resting his chin in one hand, and waited a little bored.
Suddenly, Ye Jia's ankle touched something strange.
It was pointed, and it pricked his ankle lightly and hard.
Ye Jia looked down.
Only then did he realize that the place where he was sitting was not a stone, but a pile of white skeletons covered with mud. One of the huge skulls was overturned beside his ankle. Through the mud, he could vaguely see Familiar silhouette.
Ye Jia leaned down and wiped the dust on the skull with his sleeve.
It was a lifeless goat skull with dark eye sockets. The horn on Ye Jia's head was the one that poked Ye Jia's ankle just now.
This is... the head of the blood gu fish
Ye Jia stood up, looked over and over at the pile of bones in front of him, and raised his eyebrows in surprise.
-Is it actually like this is the structure of it!
At this moment, the earth suddenly trembled, and countless rubble smashed down, falling into the scarlet blood pool, making a deafening sound.
Ye Jia was staggered by the shaking, and he quickly reached out to support the wall beside him, so as not to let himself fall.
Suddenly, a shrill scream came from not far away.
Ye Jia's expression was blank for a moment: "?"
Wait, in my memory it seems like... No one called them
- He and Ji Xuan fought in silence, and in the end Ji Xuan was killed in silence.
What happened when he was distracted? !
Ye Jia raised his head blankly and looked into the distance.
The confrontation between "self" and Ji Xuan was over, the sickle in his hand fell to the side, the light of the knife was still cold, but it was obviously not within his reach.
The young man was half-kneeling in the bloody mud, his pale face showing an expression of unwillingness and pain.
Ji Xuan stepped forward, bent down, cupped the young man's face with his cold palms, lowered his head, and kissed his lips gently and deeply, licking gently and deeply.
Ye Jia: "..."
This scene definitely never happened!
It was difficult for him to look directly at his face, but the movement in front of him became more intense, and the sound of water entwined between his lips and teeth reached his ears.
Some… more vivid memories scrambled to my mind.
Ye Jia's ears heated up.
Something must be wrong, right? !
Shouldn't the other person's greatest fear be sealed here? Something must have gone wrong, right? !
Just as he was trying to clear the chaotic thoughts in his mind, in the distance, Ji Xuan finally let go of the kissed bloody lips.
He pressed his forehead against the youth's forehead, and said sweetly, "It's good, brother, we can be together forever."
Ye Jia breathed a sigh of relief - it was finally over.
He raised his head and looked into the distance.
I saw the surrounding sea of blood tumbling as if alive, engulfing the young man who was half-kneeling on the ground, pulling him to the bottom of the pool.
The entire cliff was shaken by a powerful force, and the blood pool on the ground suddenly rose, turning into a huge sphere, suspended high in the air.
The sky and the earth changed color, the sun and the moon were reversed, as if the whole world was falling apart with it.
Ye Jia held his breath and looked up at the top of his head.
I saw the blood cell hanging overhead suddenly exploded, revealing a huge chrysalis.
The flow of time seems to have lost its meaning.
The surface of the Yin pupa turned from pale white to almost transparent, and there seemed to be something slowly wriggling underneath. Then, the pupa shell was torn from the inside by some powerful force, revealing the naked youth inside.
The young man slowly opened his eyes, his pupils were as dark as thick ink, like an eternity of night, and a terrifying yin qi was surging around him. Only the absolutely top-level terrifying ghosts are enough to turn the world upside down and disrupt the universe.
Ye Jia stood still, looking up at the unfamiliar and familiar face.
For some reason, he knew instinctively—
Yes, the possibility exists.
When his ability finally loses control, and the devoured power finally breaks free from his shackles, he will become like this.
A total monster.
The young man in the distance walked down from the air, the muscles all over his body were clear and smooth, the pale flesh was firm and beautiful, like a work of art, but it also exuded a powerful and terrifying oppressive force, which made people instinctively. Feel intimidated and overwhelmed.
He lowered his eyes, his dark pupils swept across Ji Xuan who was not far away, his pale lips opened and closed, and the voice seemed to come from a distance: "Thank you..."
The little boy raised his scarlet eyes, fixedly looking at the young man standing not far away, slowly narrowing his eyes, his voice was as cold as iron: "Who are you?"
"Don't you know who I am?" The young man walked towards him: "Have you been waiting for me?"
There is an extremely cruel expression on his face, like a bloodthirsty shark smelling the existence of blood in the deep sea, the nose is slightly expanded, the upper lip is slightly curled, revealing sharp white teeth, an inhuman, greedy smile It appeared on Zhang Qingjun's face: "Mother's wish is my mission. As long as you and I join forces to mobilize ghosts, the real world is at your fingertips."
"What about him?" The little boy stared at the young man in front of him, his hand hanging by his side slowly tightened, and dark tides rolled in the depths of his scarlet eyes.
The young man blinked, showing a stunned look: "Oh! You mean, Ye Jia?"
He smiled, and that smile was indescribable, like a child watching an insect whose legs were being ripped from its body, with an innocent and pleasant malice, as if taking pleasure in the pain and despair of others: " Trust me, he's gone."
The smile on the young man's lips widened and looked a little terrifying: "You killed him with your own hands, don't you remember?"
The little boy's pupils shrank suddenly.
"Strange, it's obviously a ghost, but it's more naive than humans..." He bent down, admiring the expression of the little boy in front of him, his eyes as dark as abyss narrowed slightly and casually smiled: "Don't take your mother's gift lightly. , don't you know this?"
The young man laughed harshly and viciously.
The yin around his body gathered and turned into a dark robe, covering his pale and slender body, he turned and walked out without turning his head: "Goodbye, my innocent brother, I'm going to find my mother. , join us when you figure it out - there's still a lot to do."
"give me back… "
The little boy said abruptly.
The young man turned his head in astonishment: "What?"
Ji Xuan raised his head slowly, his eyes were full of terrifying madness and anger, and the terrifying emotion was so strong that his hair was almost standing on end. Word by word: "Give him back to me."
The fight between the two S-rank Specters almost ripped apart the entire dungeon.
The cave disappeared, the sea of blood dried up, the earth cracked open under the mighty force, and the cobweb-like cracks spread, tearing into a bottomless canyon.
The souls wailed, the world turned pale, and the entire ancient battlefield was in disarray and devastated.
Finally, after three full days and nights, the winner was decided.
Although the strength of the two sides is close, the new Specter is still inexperienced.
The boy's pale hand reached into the youth's chest, crushed the ribs, and held the other's heart straight.
The young man panicked: "No, no, I'm your brother, Ye Jia, Ye Jia! Don't you recognize me?"
Ji Xuan looked at the other's face, his eyes were dark, like a dead abyss, with a kind of irrational madness.
He didn't answer anything.
With a "thorn" sound, the blood-stained palm pulled the heart out from the depths of the opponent's chest, and then crushed it into the palm little by little.
The youth's body fell to the ground and was firmly caught by the opponent.
The huge world is shrouded in darkness, and the scarlet blood river is tumbling under the ground, slowly diving into the depths.
Ji Xuan held the already cold body of the young man in his arms and sat down calmly.
He lowered his head, didn't speak, didn't breathe, didn't move, as if he had become a lifeless sculpture, merged with the dead of the whole world.
Ye Jia slowly stepped forward from a distance.
The soft soil under his feet made the sound of sticky juice under the rolling, but what he knew was that the other party could not hear it.
The young man stood still in front of the little boy, looking down at him with a complex and deep look in his eyes.
He couldn't forgive Ji Xuan's betrayal, but...
The little boy in front of him suddenly blinked, and a large icy tear fell, hitting the young man's lifeless pale face.
Ye Jia couldn't help but say, "Hello..."
He reached out subconsciously—but, unexpectedly, this time... he touched the other's entity.
The warm palm pressed on the other side's thin and cold shoulder.
Ji Xuan trembled all over.
He raised his head in astonishment, his scarlet eyes reflected the face of the young man in front of him, his voice was hoarse, unbelievable, and cautious, as if he was afraid of breaking the dream in front of him, with a trembling sound that was almost fearful, humble and confused: "Brother ?"