Sacrifice
His partner died
Zhong Cheng said he was sacrificed, how is that possible
That person was still alive, right in front of him. Yin Ren's almost numb mind struggled to move. He endured the dizziness, opened his eyes wide, and looked at the chaotic yet orderly battle scene in front of him.
Even as his mind went blank, his body was still moving on its own.
Yin Ren watched as he used the ghost to perform magic, quietly strengthening Sang Jie's auxiliary magic. A golden light shone brightly in his skull, and fourteen dried corpses of different genders sat in a circle, with golden shadows surrounding the two cone-shaped monsters in the middle.
"Well done!" Luo Wan seemed to be floating in the air with the help of a jet device, and gave the two of them a thumbs up.
Zhong Cheng said he was still concentrating on attacking the orange cone. He didn't show off his skills like Luo Wanxiang, but was like a lurking beast - he spent most of his time waiting and observing, his moves were simple and direct, but he always managed to severely injure the creature's eyes.
Simple but deadly.
With the blessing of Yin Ren's red light magic, the red spots on the two cones became more and more. With a circle of magic golden light around them, this sinister skull actually had a more solemn aura.
The battle situation was basically stable. The two scientists continued to inflict damage on the monster, and no giant insects rushed over. Ge Tingting thought they were probably doing a good job of controlling the situation.
At this critical moment, Fu Xingchuan's voice came from all directions.
Then... Then what happened
"Hutao, help Ge listen to them and be alert at any time!"
The thick layer of evil energy gradually dissipated until it disappeared.
Thanks to these little things that stimulate him wildly, he seems to have gained completely new abilities.
A fatal shortcoming was thus made up, and Yin Ren was finally able to touch these things directly.
The stench around instantly faded away, and the white monster no longer looked so hideous.
As he expected, with this new layer of "protection", he would not be affected at all even if there was no need to isolate the evil spirit.
Great.
It’s hard to put into words the feeling—an invisible and intangible “new organ” is gradually awakening, and it’s trying to function clumsily, like a newborn animal sniffing the world for the first time.
The little monster touched him again and again, and gradually an invisible barrier grew around Yin Ren. This barrier was like an eyelid, clinging to his skin. He felt as if he was immersed in warm water, and his whole body was warm.
The former great master made a hand gesture, and magic suddenly emerged, pushing the small monsters out in waves. The white monsters followed the waves, like ripples on the ground. Occasionally, one or two brave monsters broke through the ripples and entangled with Yin Ren's toes.
With this layer of vague protection, the evil spirit attached to the body surface seems clumsy and unnecessary, like forcing the snake to retract its venom.
Yin Ren adjusted his breathing and confirmed that his emotions were very stable. Even though the white monster submerged his instep, he did not have the impulse to devour Zhong Chengshuo as before. If he had to say it, he just wanted to take the time to kiss Zhong Chengshuo while everyone was not paying attention.
Zhong Cheng said that he was still the same as before, with no sign of fatigue on his face.
[1]Hu Tao replied weakly amid the crowd of coffin nails.
Like a cat learning to stretch out its claws for the first time. Yin Ren did not dare to be distracted. He tried to maintain this sense of body, passed Sang Jie, and walked towards the direction of the cone. Only Zhong Chengshuo and Luo Wan were like two scientists restraining two giants, but it was still a bit difficult. Zhong Chengshuo was a mortal after all, so he had to be more careful.
Everyone has reached their limit. Sanjie is out of breath, and his bone staff is dim. Luo Wanxiang's equipment has no power, and she has to limp on the rotten meat to fight. According to Walnut's feedback, the situation on the other side has also been stabilized.
They took advantage of everyone's attention being focused on the cone monster, and some of them crawled towards Sanjie and Yin Ren, while the rest trembled into the darkness to follow the Yandu group who was blocking the bugs.
From early morning to dusk, the two cone monsters went from high spirits to wounded.
What does it feel like to be happy
He can't quite remember.
Yin Ren naturally would not miss them.
It's just that those little white monsters are still not honest.
The next moment, their vision suddenly distorted, and countless cracks appeared like peeling wall skin.
Seeing Yin Ren stepping on the white monster with ease, Zhong Cheng said it looked a little surprising, but he just looked at Yin Ren quietly for a second and didn't ask anything.
"One last strike." He assessed the cone monster's trajectory. "The race is about to begin..."
After so many years, Yin Ren almost forgot what it felt like to have his abilities grow. He was so happy at that time...
"Abnormal environmental disturbance, score recorded, everyone evacuate!"
Feeling the ambiguous contact again and again, Yin Ren gradually developed a strange feeling.
He should know how to deal with these things, just as he should know how to yawn and how to blink.
The ability to "block influence" is useful, but it relies on instinct and the sense of the body. Yin Ren is used to this way of training, and he only needs to practice it repeatedly and figure it out.
And nothing is better than "combat" to train the control of new abilities.
Zhong Cheng said it was as if he had eyes on his back. As soon as Yin Ren took two steps, he simply turned around.
The next battle was easy.
Yin Ren maintained this mysterious state, stepping on the small monsters crawling all over the ground, slowly reducing the protective layer of evil spirit. The eyeballs of the small monsters slipped into the gaps between his toes, slippery and cold, and felt like fungi.
They crawled over tremblingly, tears flying away, without any of the creepy impact they had just had.
No matter what emotions the cone monster can affect, to Yin Ren, it is just a stupid cone. Yin Ren, Zhong Chengshuo and Luo Wanxiang joined forces. Not only were their eyes scarred, but there were also dozens of cracks on their orange shells.
However, Yin Ren's skin was covered with thick evil energy, and the little monsters who were trying to use the same old trick were blown away by the surging evil energy before they could even touch his skin.
[The game didn't end properly, did it?] the voice in his mind said.
Yes, the game did not end normally, Yin Ren thought with a little fatigue.
Before everyone could react, a red magic light lit up in the surroundings. The corpse cage worth tens of millions of dollars decayed in an instant, leaving only yellow and white bones.
Without the cover of the corpse cage, the ground was filled with small monsters and orange cones that were hissing and smoking. The latter went into the cracks with their farts and urine flowing, and disappeared.
The little white monsters were not so lucky. They screamed “I don’t want to die” and quickly dissolved into the air without leaving any trace.
Everything happened in just a few seconds. The space collapsed, and the three wounded teams recovered their normal bodies and fell to the ground at the same time. The injuries of the team members were different, but there was a look of confusion in their eyes.
"There are hot towels in the cabinet on the right."
Fu Xingchuan rushed to the nine people and one cat lying on the ground and said - As for the fierce ghost Walnut, when she heard the word "withdraw", she had already sprinted off work.
The game was suddenly interrupted. Yin Ren couldn't tell whether he was disappointed or relieved. He went to the cabinet and pulled out two hot towels. He put one of them around his neck and wiped Zhong Chengshuo's face first.
He needed to first determine the extent of the man's injuries.
Zhong Cheng said to stand there obediently, took off his glasses and let Yin Ren wipe it like a statue.
The game was clearly over, and the surroundings were peaceful and clean. Yin Ren wiped his lover's face, but the tearing feeling in his heart did not subside.
He couldn't help but turn his head and look at the situation of everyone.
Sang Jie and Luo Wan seemed to be lying in a daze, taking a breath to rest. Huang Jin and Ge Tingting each moved a corner of the wall, ignoring each other. Lu Xiaohe fell in the middle of a pile of machinery, holding his waist and groaning. Fu Tianyi sat facing the wall, and everyone could see the frustration in his body...
In the middle of the small room, three masters were still arguing beside the bones.
Perhaps it was because the performance of the Yandu team was so mediocre that Zhou Gong, the "No. 1 Evil Worker", could no longer sit still: "Hey, Lao Fu, why did you stop just like that? Could you at least say hello to us?"
"This is against the procedure." Qiao Shang agreed seriously, "The spiritual weapon has no signs of alarm, there is no need to be so anxious."
"The ancestor has given a warning. There is something abnormal in the surrounding space. You all know Fu Wuya. He would not give a warning for no reason."
Fu Xingchuan took out a cigarette and put it in his mouth, but did not light it.
"The situation has been decided now. If you are not comfortable, we can arrange another form of extra game."
"There was no follow-up to this warning. This is not a question of whether to play an extra game or not."
Zhou Gong's smile froze.
"The Class B investigation team is in the mountains and everything is fine. I felt from the beginning that you had mixed up the contents of Group B and Group C... Old Fu, even if someone came to attack, they should have targeted our Class B team members first. You are so concerned about a group of new Group C members, isn't it a bit too much?"
Not far away, Yin Ren sighed inwardly. They knew who the three layers of defense outside the three layers were to test.
Fu Xingchuan laughed and tried to smooth things over: "This is all about our Shi'an's future. Didn't I say before that these young people are a little special? Maybe they can have some new ideas. Have you forgotten?"
Qiao Shang shook his head, looking unhappy: "We can talk about it after the extra game. The problem is your attitude... It only takes a few seconds to greet the two of us. You missed those few seconds?"
Fu Xingchuan scratched his head and sighed: "I really only need a few seconds."
When he said this, he didn't look at anyone, but just stared into the void with a very complicated expression on his face.
Unlike Yin Ren's expectations, everything did not end perfectly. Even the "space anomaly" just now was just a false alarm.
The battle went smoothly, and Zhong Cheng was still in front of him. The abnormality on him might be... maybe it was just a side effect of awakening new abilities, Yin Ren thought hopefully. But the deadly tearing sensation did not disappear, and his mind was still in a trance.
"Can we go eat first? Oh, maybe I'll go back and clean up first."
Yin Ren heard himself asking in a good mood.
Maintaining that "isolation" state required a lot of energy, and he was starving. Zhong Cheng said that after fighting in the rotting corpses for so long, he must want to take a comfortable hot bath.
Maybe they could take a shower together and have a kiss in the hot water.
"Everyone, don't separate for now." Fu Xingchuan did not agree. "The space near the corpse cage will be sticky, and there may be small gaps in the short term. Once you reach the ground, you can move freely."
I have to say that this judgment is also very cautious.
What had gone wrong? Why was his heart so resistant to "going on"
Yin Ren thought blankly.
He remembered them walking out the door happily, following the weary procession upwards.
He remembered them walking up the stairs and the smell of old wood in the corridor.
He remembered that they walked towards the exit, and there was no door at the exit. Through the arched doorway, they could see the blue-red sky in the evening. The two masters Shi An walked in front, and Fu Xingchuan was at the end of the team. The figures of the people in front were broken into pieces by the steps, and the wind from the outside brought the fragrance of the mountains and forests and blew down along the steps.
He remembered that he held Zhong Chengshuo's wrist, quickened his pace, and walked in front of Zhong Chengshuo. Everything was normal, just like the end of every little adventure. Fu's house was nice, but Yin Ren was already beginning to miss home.
"What do you want to eat tonight? I want to eat cold noodles from the night market. I wonder if the chef here can make it."
"I asked for the recipe for cold noodles when I was buying groceries," Zhong Cheng said seriously. "I can talk to the kitchen."
What went wrong
Even though the environment was so peaceful, Yin Ren felt that he was becoming more and more suffocated.
[Don't resist the memories.] The voice appeared again, clearer than every time before.
recall.
Fragments of memories…
Yin Ren suddenly realized something—something gushed out from the darkness and crashed straight into his consciousness.
That’s the end of “Memories.”
The tired team climbed the stairs and only had a few steps to the archway. The chaotic day was coming to an end, and the beautiful sunset was in front of them. They would have a good rest for the night and try their best to compete in other ways tomorrow.
In order to get familiar with the new ability as quickly as possible, Yin Ren still maintained the "isolation" state. As long as he became stronger, the people he cared about would be less dangerous... At that time, he thought so.
His "isolation" did indeed isolate him from the influence of that abnormal monster.
But it also blocked out other things, like the malevolent gaze of the sniper in the abandoned amusement park.
The familiar sound of gunfire rang out, and Yin Ren's mind was almost blank.
It's that guy.
Someone was shouting around him, but he couldn't hear clearly, and the colors in his vision blurred. Just like when he was in the abandoned amusement park, Yin Ren tried his best to rush towards Zhong Cheng, wanting to protect that person.
But he felt moist warmth.
It wasn't magic that was fired, and there wasn't a trace of evil in the air. It was an ordinary bullet... a powerful, highly lethal bullet that was purely scientific.
It hit Zhong Chengshuo right in the chest and exploded inside his chest.
Everything happened so fast. Zhong Cheng said, touching his bloody chest, with a bit of shock still on his face that was rubbed red by Yin Ren. He turned his head and looked at Yin Ren with his dark eyes, as if he wanted to say something.
Yin Ren pressed his hands on the man's chest, and healing spells were activated one after another in vain. He blocked the direction where the bullet had just come from, instantly smashed several walls, used them to build a safe shelter, and then frantically tried to stop the bleeding.
A huge sense of unreality engulfed him.
It's just a dirty heart... If it's just a dirty heart, there's still hope. Zhian has a lot of technological means ahead of their time. They must have a plan for this kind of pure gunshot wound. Everything is not over yet...
He had to stop the bleeding first. This was the only thing he could do...
Zhong Cheng struggled as he stretched out his hand, his bloody palm covering the back of Yin Ren's hand.
The man's palm was still warm.
"This place is really a headache. It's a pity that some people are too smart for their own good. They rush out at the slightest provocation..."
A brisk voice rang out from the depths of darkness, and it was vague, as if it was separated by a layer of water film.
"Well, if you think about it, you won't stay in there forever. It's just a little early death now."
There were more gunshots.
Yin Ren's eyes were instantly covered with blood, and Zhong Cheng's hand clasped on the back of his hand twitched.
This time the bullet strangely changed its firing position and shot out from the wall behind Zhong Chengshuo.
This time it hit Zhong Chengshuo right on the head and exploded mercilessly.
Yin Ren's body was covered in hot blood and broken bones. He stared blankly at the headless body in front of him, his blood almost frozen.
It's all a dream, right
Just a ridiculous nightmare.
The ancient ghost king had forgotten those bizarre abilities and his own power to destroy the world. He stood there in a daze, like an ordinary person.
In the arch not far away, blood-red sunlight shone obliquely, shining through the broken "wall shelter" and illuminating the blood all over the ground.
"The bell..."
The blood on my hands is still hot.
There seemed to be people injured around, and someone was shouting something, but Yin Ren didn't hear it... or rather, he heard it but didn't understand it.
He put away his trembling fingers and grasped the familiar body tightly.
However, countless translucent black tentacles emerged from the wall, which wrapped around Zhong Chengshuo's body like an anemone and pulled him into the wall.
It's like sinking under water.
Yin Ren didn't care whether anyone was watching or not, and a thought came to his mind - at least, at least he wanted to keep that person.
At the critical moment, Yin Ren's hair tightly wrapped around Zhong Chengshuo's body, refusing to let go. A small part of Zhong Chengshuo's body was still outside, wrapped by the wriggling translucent tentacles.
A faint laugh came from within the wall.
"That guy is lying. This guy is indeed an 'ordinary person'. As for you... aren't you an evil creature?"
As soon as I finished speaking, I felt a sharp pain.
The hair that was holding onto Zhong Chengshuo was cut off neatly, and he could no longer feel Zhong Chengshuo's body temperature. The next moment, the tentacles suddenly retracted, accompanied by a twisting explosion, and the wall quickly returned to its original state.
All that was left was a pool of blood and debris, as well as a few broken nylon straps. The hardcover book that Zhong Cheng mentioned had fallen near the wall, and the pages were gradually soaked with blood.
His lover disappeared completely.
Yin Ren stared at the wall for a few seconds, or maybe a century. He turned his head in a daze and looked at the door a few steps away.
Almost insane sorrow and hatred broke through the coldness in his heart and swept through Yin Ren's mind. He used up the last bit of his rationality and pressed one hand on his temple.
We can't lose control here. We can't lose control here.
We must not lose control here.
Be it Zhong Yi or an evil creature, if even the identity of the "Xiongsha" is exposed, how can he persuade Zhong Cheng back
He wants to snatch him back, Yin Ren thought almost dazedly.
Yin Ren looked at his fingers pressing against his temples, and the magic suddenly took effect. Facing the despair that penetrated deep into his bones, he knew what to do.
The light of magic illuminated the pool of blood, and Yin Ren decisively sealed the memory of the past few hours.
"How did your partner die?"
The voice repeated the question.
"I remember now."
Yin Ren answered.
(End of this chapter)