For a long, long time, Xing Yan stayed in a dark place. There was darkness, chaos, no sky, no earth; no sound, no life. There was nothing but Xing Yan, curled up in the cold and dark chaos, waiting for the light to come day after day.
His will was also born in darkness.
I don't remember my name, where I came from, my past, and I'm confused about my future.
He may have once been a person named Xingyan, but now, he is just a name of "Xingyan", wearing the shell of "Xingyan", but he is a ghost born in the dark, and he is also a ghost from the secret room. The devil born.
He is indeed Xing Yan, but not Xing Yan.
Finally one day, the day came to get out of the darkness, but the price of getting out of the darkness was that he was deprived of his own will. His brain was like a machine, implanted with strange orders, and there was only one order, simple and clear —'Kill all creatures you see. '
So Xing Yan picked up his knife.
He finally no longer has the so-called fear, because the cold machinery does not have the emotion of fear.
He finally no longer worried about the scythe of the god of death, because he himself was the knife of the god of death.
He finally lost all his love and hatred, and even if his body decays with the passage of time, he can still be reborn from the rotten soil.
The prey gave him a new name - 'stalker'.
With the hand raised and the knife dropped, life and death are momentary. Even though Xing Yan has returned to the world where the light is, he still cannot see the so-called light. Everything in his sight has only three colors, gray, black, and red.
Gray is pale corpses, black is suffocating terror, red is gurgling blood.
I don't know if the real machine will be tired, but Xing Yan feels that he is extremely tired. He is too tired to take a step, and he has almost no strength to swing the butcher knife. He thinks, maybe he can be killed this way. When he can't move, someone will kill him easily, so that he doesn't have to repeat the boring orders and work day after day.
But why? Even if he is exhausted, Xing Yan can still walk forward, and still has the strength to kill creatures that appear in front of him one after another. Even if his soul is exhausted to the point of dying, his body still has strength, unparalleled Power, so strong that he is invincible and invincible.
Death's scythe cannot die, because it is a tool made by the god himself.
You won't feel hopeless, but you will be exhausted. So finally one day, Xing Yan seemed to have awakened. Since the gods gave him the order to kill, then let's carry out the killing more thoroughly! Then, Xing Yan went crazy. He slaughtered everything he met, no matter if it was a creature or something else, he couldn't wait to destroy it, like a nuclear bomb, wanting to destroy the whole world crazily!
His madness forced the Chamber of Secrets to confine him, and once again imprisoned him in the endless chaos and darkness.
But this time, he was relieved.
Maybe I can sleep well and sleep for a long time without waking up again.
Unfortunately, God will never be so merciful.
What woke Xing Yan up again was a bang bang bang—like the sound of a hammer hitting a wall. Xing Yan didn't open his eyes, but his eyelids could feel the light, and through the thin skin, it cast a piece on his retina.
His keen perception made him realize that there was a human squatting in front of him to observe him, which made Xing Yan more vigilant, and the first and final order given to him by the secret room was automatically played back in his mind, kill what you see any creature.
So Xing Yan clenched his fist imperceptibly. At that moment, he thought about many ways to quickly knock down and kill the human in front of him, and quickly determined one of the plans. When he was about to implement it, the human A movement froze him.
Nothing, just stretched out his hand, and his warm fingers touched Xing Yan's neck, and the place touched by his fingers seemed to be able to leave warmth, it was so warm that it was unbelievable, Xing Yan felt his heart that had stopped for a long time It seems to be revived again, this is the first time Xing Yan realizes - it turns out that living creatures are actually warm!
He is warm, unlike him, unlike Xing Yan, Xing Yan has no warmth all over his body, he is like the black and white striped snake he kept, equally cold-blooded and extremely poisonous.
Xing Yan has never known that human beings have temperature, which is normal. Since he was conscious, he has been staying in such a deep darkness. When he was released from the secret room and picked up the butcher knife to slaughter human beings, he subconsciously hated those people. Bright red bloodstains, there shouldn't be such a bright color in his gray-black world, so he began to stab the prey's fatal vitals in a clean and beautiful way, unwilling to be stained by donated blood, and unwilling to touch others.
That's why Xing Yan didn't know until now that living things can be warm.
However, if it is killed, it will become cold.
The warmth is very hot, Xing Yan is full of nostalgia, but unfortunately that is not his temperature, he is just a cold-blooded killing machine, he should not have the so-called temperature. He is destined to live in a dark world, not under a sunny sky, this warmth does not belong to him, so destroy it! Xing Yan has always been full of hatred for things he cannot have.
Then Xing Yan opened his eyes, raised his head, and looked at the human being. The poor little prey thought that he was finally going to escape, and with his back turned to him, he excitedly took the key to open the door. Taking out the knife from his pocket, Xing Yan grinned excitedly, his steps were so light, his movements so soft, and he walked slowly behind the prey.
In fact, Xing Yan only needed one knife, and his coercive force could easily cut off the head of this little prey in an instant, but Xing Yan didn't do that, but between the changes of his thoughts, he chose the one he liked the most. The way he shouldn't have chosen, he hooked the little prey's neck from behind, pulled him into his arms, and then stabbed him in the stomach.
He should be in pain.
Xing Yan lowered his head to observe the expression of the little prey. Xing Yan couldn't feel the pain... No, it should be said that his body was already used to injury and pain, so he was very numb to pain, and he hadn't felt it for a long time It's that painful feeling that makes you want to roll all over the floor.
But not feeling it for a long time doesn't mean that Xing Yan doesn't understand the pain. He felt that he should be regarded as a good person, because he would always choose the fastest and fastest way to kill with one blow, so fast that the deceased would not feel the pain, and even did not know that he was dead.
Only a perverted murderer would like to cut so many knives on others, making the poor victim suffer both physically and mentally, and die in extreme pain.
But Xing Yan occasionally likes this feeling.
It's just that his little prey resisted too fiercely, and pushed Xing Yan away forcibly, but fell to the ground covered in blood. The knife cut through the internal organs of the little prey, which would cause him to bleed profusely, and make him dizzy and weak all over. , will soon die from excessive blood loss, Xing Yan walked over, squatted down, desperately wanting to observe the victim's expression.
Xing Yan suddenly discovered that this cute little prey was pretty, and it was the kind he liked. The eyes were slightly upturned, especially when the eyes were half-closed, and the black hair and black pupils looked like a kitten, but it was a pity. I'm going to die.
When people die, their expressions are always different, but in the secret room, most of them are angry, dazed and unwilling. After all, the people selected by the secret room have a terrible concept of survival. This terrible survival concept will make the players in the secret room show their inhuman side. See the potential within any one person.
However, the concept of survival of the cute little prey is displayed in an unexpected action of Xing Yan. The little thing suddenly reached out and grabbed Xing Yan's collar, ripping his head off, and lifting his chin, Xing Yan felt a warm feeling. The wet thing came over, and he couldn't describe the feeling at that moment, as if a person who was so hungry and thirsty in the desert suddenly tasted water, or the feeling that he was out of control after being addicted to drugs. Kind of... intense emotion.
The Stalker has no memory of the past, no emotion, no language and no speech. They were cold and cruel, but at this moment, Xing Yan suddenly felt a warm presence. Even if Luo Jian's unintentional kiss was malicious, angry and resentful, it was an act of madness that I couldn't explain myself.
However, it was this kind of behavior that made Xing Yan obsessed with the drug called 'Warm'.
And after that, Xing Yan found strangely that he could only find this damn addictive thing from this cute little prey, and there was no other person who could give him this kind of power, and Xing Yan Unable to explain this feeling, he left Luo Jian alive, and finally had no choice but to follow in Luo Jian's footsteps. But the little prey's footsteps are so fast, and it always escapes to a place he can't reach in the blink of an eye.
It takes so long to meet each other, but I still look forward to it.
It would be great if we could break the barrier of this space. When Xing Yan was floating in a dark void, he raised his head and looked at the boundless darkness, he thought so. If there is enough power to break the space barrier, he can go out, and then he can find that cute little thing, and touch him, it must be very warm.
Xing Yan closed his eyes, the terrible darkness seemed to be eating away at his heart.
This place is really... so cold.