Forces of Temptation

Chapter 286: Ant (9)

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The narrow alley amplifies the sound of breathing countless times.

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Nan Zhou leaned against the icy wall, the blood in his mouth flushed against his chest, causing him to retching involuntarily.

To avoid this situation, he has given the most useful props to his teammates.

In addition to carrying some space-occupying sundries, Nan Zhou almost participated in this game in vain.

He took out a piece of candy from the warehouse, took apart the candy wrapper, and fed it into his mouth, barely quelling the influence of the bloody smell on his spirit.

With such an injury as his own, it is not suitable for him to stay in this world looking for a "ticket".

Although Nan Zhou also doubted that there was only a slight change in the town of Neverland, as he walked all the way, at the end of the box, was there really a station waiting for him

But if he rushes into the next world like this, who knows what awaits him

If his injuries continue like this, Brother Fang will be sad again when he sees it.

With such worries, Nan Zhou gathered up his clothes, trying to hide all those wounds.

Immediately, Nan Zhou realized something abnormal.

He looked up.

A snow-white head poked out from above the eaves and looked at him sullenly.

Nan Zhou frowned slightly, and threw an eye knife at it, the light charm immediately pulled away like a big enemy, and withdrew in a jiffy, groaning groaning in his throat, and communicated with other light charms.

Nan Zhou gently poked the candy with his tongue, pushing his cheeks up a little.

His body is weak, his vision is blurred, and his ears are like a beehive exploded.

But he could still catch the rustling sound of sneaking around.

… a dozen or so.

No, there should be twenty or so.

Although they are weak, they are dominant in numbers.

In such an extreme environment, Nan Zhou needs to make a decision as soon as possible to decide the next course of action.

The feeling of sugar melting in his mouth greatly soothed his tense nerves, and also calmed his nerves a lot.

Nan Zhou picked up the iron wire that had fallen to the ground, ready to try to open the lock of the iron box again.

However, the moment he straightened his body, a sudden change occurred!

On the night of the full moon, Guangmei was restless, and in addition to being weak, the thirst for blood became more and more crazy.

A cold light swept across the wall, and like a hungry wolf, it rushed onto Nan Zhou's back from behind.

Guangmei showed her sharp and ferocious teeth, drew an afterimage in the air, and bit the side of Nanzhou's neck fiercely!

Blood splattered!

Nan Zhou fell two steps from the bite.

The scent of fresh blood stimulated the light charmers in the dark.

The sound of the corners of the clothes tugging on the ground became more and more rapid, and when they overlapped in one place, it sounded numb to the scalp.

However, within a few seconds of Nan Zhou's blood pouring into Guangmei's mouth, the monster seemed to have swallowed a mouthful of sulfuric acid.

Nan Zhou tilted his head, raised his palm, pressed the back of its neck expressionlessly, and let its sharp teeth wedged deeper into his side neck, allowing the tooth cavity to automatically sip blood, and then back into Guangmei's mouth. .

… The original setting of Light Charm still has a role in this world.

The energy in the light charm body can flow and improve by attacking the same kind and human beings.

But once it bites the same kind that is more capable than its own, it will be countered.

- Nan Zhou's sister died in this setting.

The light charm that attacked Nanzhou was forced by the strong man's blood to fade away the light on his face, leaving only one piece of face that was purple and swollen, immersed in the extreme pain caused by the backlash to the brain, and let out a meaningless wailing from his mouth. Struggling hard, his soft limbs slapped Nan Zhou's body.

Nan Zhou was unmoved, and the palm of his hand became harder and harder, forcing its teeth to pierce deeper and deeper.

After a terrifying spasm, the reckless and bold light charm finally fell from Nanzhou softly, like a sack full of lead, and fell to the ground with a thud.

Nan Zhou staggered twice, supported the wall, pressed the two blood holes on his neck with his fingertips, and slowly urged to stop the bleeding.

His own blood trickled down his neck, smearing some plum blossoms on his crisp white shirt collar.

He glanced around quietly.

Seeing the tragic death of the same kind, those light charmers who were about to move huddled in the corner, looked at each other, and communicated with guttural voices like beasts.

In this terrifying accompaniment, Nan Zhou lowered his head and found that after the fight just now, the iron wire that had been dyed with his own blood and stabbed into the center of the lock was actually broken inside, completely blocking the keyhole. died.

… Nan Zhou frowned.

He needs to make a decision as soon as possible.

If these light charms swarmed up, tearing could tear him to pieces.

He lost too much blood, and running here in one breath is already at the end of the fight, and it is not suitable for long-distance running at all.

But Nan Zhou still intends to give it a shot.

He needs to try to open the box lock as soon as possible, but does not open it, store the box in the warehouse, release the puppet, and try to search in the small town.

If the situation is really embarrassing, or if he is chased by {Jiang Fang}, he can also open the lid in time and hide in the next world.

If he doesn't take advantage of the opportunity to get the box and move freely, if he doesn't check the whereabouts of the ticket, it is very likely that he will continue to be exhausted in the next world, running and struggling in the quagmire of many worlds.

It's not impossible to be exhausted halfway through.

Nan Zhou took out the glasses from the warehouse and put them on, stretched his spirit, and released those dolls, leaving only one to protect himself.

While dragging his wounded body forward, he tried to leave this area where the light and charm gathered, while holding the box, thinking about how to open the box.

But Guangmei behind him refused to let him go easily, just like bloodthirsty ants and tarsal maggots, following him step by step.

They also quickly negotiated a plan.

When there was a sound of "Geling" from the roof tiles behind him, a piece of roof tiles fell to the ground, making a crisp sound of being torn apart.

Nan Zhou suddenly stopped.

At this moment, the murmurs all stopped, the air was eerily quiet, only the whimpering of the wind in the alley became extraordinarily distinct.

Nan Zhou turned his palm over and put the box against his side.

At the same time, his legs are differentiated, his knees are bent, and his toes are a little apart.

The silence lasted a long time.

The riot happened only for a split second.

With a whistle, the puppet that was originally used to protect Nanzhou was torn to shreds by the beast-like group of beasts of light coming from all directions.

Nan Zhou took a deep breath.

In the blink of an eye, his figure with the broken puppets was surrounded by a sea of light and drowned.

A large cloud passed in the sky, covering the bright moonlight for more than ten minutes.

When the clouds cleared and the fog dissipated, a huge full moon hung in the air again, and it was so heavy that it pulled down the entire dark sky.

The bright moonlight illuminated the world, and it also clearly reflected the light and charming corpse lying on the ground.

In the midst of these tragic deaths, in the interlaced light and shadow of the alley, there was a man who could still breathe against the wall.

Only his toes were exposed to the moonlight.

It's just that his eyes are closed, his chest still has a slight ups and downs, and his breath is long.

If it weren't for the blood on his cheeks and the mess around him, this picture would actually not be bad, like a picture of a sleeping beauty.

The attacking Guangmei did not expect that Nanzhou would be so strong. The dead, the wounded, and the injured found that they couldn't break through the tough bones, but all those who could run, fled in all directions. place.

Amidst all the silence, the sound of a leather shoe followed a more cheerful rhythm, approaching Nanzhou from afar.

... Nan Zhou's leg was injured, and the blood that shed all the way became the best pointing tool.

{Jiang Fang} appeared at the entrance of the alley.

Even at the full moon, the former {Jiang Fang} would never come here alone.

Even if these light charms are weak, the power they gather together is terrifying.

Although he coordinated many town residents and formed a hunting team, in the final analysis, he was the only one with brains and action in the town.

Destroying each monster is the best tactic for {Jiang Fang}, who is fighting alone.

Who would have thought that the uninvited guest Nan Zhou helped him a lot.

In today's battle, one-third of the monsters in the town were killed here by him.

He looked around the faces of the corpses lying across the alley, and found that every corpse had a large amount of blood on the corners of his mouth, almost covering half of his chin.

{Jiang Fang} stepped over one by one, accurately looking for his target.

… Sure enough, after being sucked so much blood, Nan Zhou's face was so white that it was almost transparent.

{Jiang Fang} stood beside Nan Zhou, threw down a puppet head that was cut off by him, and kicked his arm lightly with pointed shoes: "Hello."

Nan Zhou was extremely tired, but he still opened his eyes and nodded to him calmly, "Hello."

{Jiang Fang} stepped on the cheek of the doll's head with his toes and asked, "Who are you?"

When he was looking for Nanzhou, he happened to see puppets running around all over the street.

This made him more curious about Nan Zhou's identity.

Nan Zhou pursed his lips.

{Jiang Fang} also guessed what he wanted to say, and said in unison, "'This is the seventh question'."

After Nan Zhou and him said these words together, he also raised his face helplessly and said, "You are lying."

{Jiang Fang} squatted down to hug his knees and said, "Who told you not to ask me questions."

"Then I'll ask." Nan Zhou pursed his dry lips, "Have you found something similar to a ticket in town recently?"

Instead of searching around, it is better to ask {Jiang Fang}, the person who is most familiar with the town.

{Jiang Fang} seriously recalled: "What do you mean by 'ticket'?"

Up to this point, even though his voice was tired, Nan Zhou's thoughts were still very clear: "It doesn't have to be a paper ticket. It's just called a 'ticket', and it may be in the form of a plaque, a flag, or even a stone or a book. Books. As long as it's something that has come out recently, that's fine."

{Jiang Fang} said with a smile Yanyan: "'Something extra'? Then it's only you."

Nan Zhou closed his eyes again.

... I don't know if it's because of lack of energy, or because I don't want to talk to him anymore.

{Jiang Fang} lowered his brows, his knees that were originally squatting gently knelt down into the blood on the ground.

He stretched out his hand, trying to wipe off the blood seeping from the corner of Nan Zhou's mouth with his thumb, but stopped only three inches away from the corner of his mouth.

{Jiang Fang} licked his lips and withdrew his hand: "Hey. Is it worth it?"

Nan Zhou replied sleepily with a nasal voice: "Huh?"

{Jiang Fang}: "What does your 'hope' look like?"

Nan Zhou opened his eyes, glanced at him, and said frankly, "... very similar to you."

{Jiang Fang}'s heart skipped a beat.

He subconsciously stretched out his hand to cover, so as to hide the strange feeling in this moment, and at the same time showed a habitual smile: "Really?"

Nan Zhou looked at him for a while: "Yeah. But it's just a glance. If you look at it more, it won't look like him."

This answer made {Jiang Fang}'s expression harden.

"... 'One glance'?" {Jiang Fang} looked at him deeply, "The fate of one eye... why?"

While speaking, he reached out to grab Nan Zhou's collar.

Nan Zhou suddenly dodged back.

His fingertips brushed past Nan Zhou's chest.

Nan Zhou's strength accumulated for a long time after the fierce battle, and all of it was consumed in this tumult.

Nan Zhou put the box on the ground.

The lock of the box is still there, but the lock plate at the connection between the lock and the box has been twisted and cracked.

… it was stained with blood.

{Jiang Fang} turned around and looked at the corpses of Guangmei on the ground, and suddenly realized.

Previously, he always thought that the blood stains on the mouths of these monsters were obtained by biting Nanzhou.

But the fact is that Nanzhou couldn't open the lock for some reason, and he didn't want to break the box structure by smashing it.

... He could actually come up with the idea of clenching the lock with the charming teeth to open the lock.

{Jiang Fang} took a step closer to him, fixed his eyes on Nan Zhou, and said softly, "You stay."

Nan Zhou did not move.

"I'm the same person as you." {Jiang Fang} said, "I'm very similar to him again. You are too injured and need to rest. Don't go to him."

"… wrong."

"I don't want someone like me, and I don't want someone very similar to him."

Nan Zhou's words were clear: "I only want one of him."

Nan Zhou did not look at {Jiang Fang}'s expression at the moment, stubbornly lifted the lid of the box with one hand, and tried his best to look up at the sky.

This time, at the moment when the world was disintegrating, countless comments jumped out clearly.

"Wow, did he really kill him? Looking forward to it."

"Trash game, trash game, trash game, why can't the character return to blood after changing a small world?"

"One star bad review, no reason, just play."

"This is the worst openworld game I've ever played, the scope and freedom of exploration is surprisingly small, the game's purpose is to keep looking for boxes, it's so monotonous, I've lost all my patience."

"Why can't I engage with Narcissus? Why can't I develop a relationship with other NPCs?"

These comments, as if mocking his efforts, are just a game for anyone to comment on.

Perhaps it was because of exhaustion and exhaustion that Nan Zhou fell into a daze and fell asleep like this after falling into the darkness.

Before he fainted completely, he only saw a hand stretched out to him before {Jiang Fang}'s body was swallowed up by the shattering world.

Time ticked by his ears.

After floating in a daze for a long time, Nan Zhou's consciousness seemed to be lightly stabbed by a small thorn, and he sat up in shock.

… how long has he slept? !

He was busy checking the time.

… OK, but twenty-five minutes.

Nan Zhou forced himself to wake up quickly from his sleep.

And everything that caught his eye made him frown again.

The "spike" that awakened his consciousness just now was actually a high-pitched bird chirping outside the window.

A messy bed, a diary dated August 18, a half-finished easel—

He actually... returned to the first box world again