Hoo hoo...
In the dark and narrow corridor, heavy footsteps sounded together with panting, a tall and thin young man galloped down, his face pale with fear.
Sweat soaked his shirt and trousers. It could be seen that his limbs were numb and limp, and he was almost dragging his legs while running, but he didn't dare to stop at all.
As he ran all the way down, the stairwell behind him was also changing.
On the snow-white wall, the wall powder is gradually falling off, and the black-gray moss is gradually spreading up. It is cold and bleak, but in a blink of an eye, large pieces of dilapidated black mold spread down from the wall, and the steps of each step are due to Aged and full of cracks, as if decades of time passed by in a blink of an eye? Everything is decaying at a speed visible to the naked eye.
The strange changes spread along the footsteps of the young man, as if something was chasing closely behind him, and the strange and inexplicable aura made everything around him decay.
"ah!"
Feeling something invisible sticking to his neck, and the cool wind blowing through his neck? Finally, the young man couldn't bear it anymore, and his feet sprained and almost fell on the sill of the building.
Fortunately, the life-and-death crisis seemed to squeeze out his greatest potential. He held on to the wall to stand firm, and then continued to run desperately downward without looking back.
The rotten walls and steps seemed to have sprouted, and pairs of eyes looked at him behind him.
The sound of raving?, the sound of playing?, the cry of children... The men, women, young and old who used to live in this building seemed to appear alive behind the young man, chasing him together.
Their expressions were stiff, their figures were illusory, and there were only whites in their eyes, staring straight at the young man's back.
"Don't go... hee hee..."
"stay… "
"Hahahaha… "
The long steps seem to be endless, he seems to be completely trapped here, something is chasing after him unhurriedly, and the eerie and strange breath impacts on his back?.
"Don't come! Don't come!"
His legs seemed to be filled with lead, and his pace became slower and slower, but he dared not stop. If this goes on like this, when the things behind him catch up to him, he will definitely be eaten!
boom!
A loud bang.
The young man who couldn't run anymore fell head-on down the steps and fell to the ground all of a sudden. He struggled to get up, his frightened eyes reflected the decayed and gloomy corridor, and stood on the steps? The dense white film.
Pairs of empty eyes looked at him at the same time, accompanied by an atmosphere that was so weird that people couldn't describe it. It seems that something has suddenly descended.
His body? Trembling suddenly.
... It's coming, it's coming!
...it's going to eat me! It must be eating me!
The sound of raving?, the sound of laughter?, the sound of children crying... On the steps where the granulation squirmed like a living thing, densely packed ghosts walked down stiffly step by step. Getting closer, getting closer...
"Why are you so dawdling? Didn't you have enough to eat?" A lazy, impatient voice suddenly sounded, and the gloomy atmosphere around suddenly stagnated, "Hurry up, hurry up, I All for you? Hurry up!"
The countless white shadows approaching unhurriedly paused for a moment.
In the eerie and weird corridor, the young man who fell on the ground raised his head at some point, his brows furrowed, a little impatient. Such a posture seems to be in a busy and busy vegetable market, picking and choosing for a few cabbage and radishes.
Noticing the momentary pause, he raised his eyes lazily again, shook his head and sighed bitterly: "It's you who are talking about. Sigh, it's so slow after death, you can't even catch up with reincarnation? The first class."
Saying that, Yuan Buwei simply put his arms on the ground, stood up, stepped straight on the creeping steps, and walked towards the dense white ghosts.
Strands of granulation protruded from under his feet, and were about to wrap around his calf. He raised his foot and crushed it hard, and an invisible force in his soul followed. On the body? Spread it out.
hiss—
Immediately, the wriggling granulation seemed to have encountered an extremely high-intensity corrosive product, and a large area was corroded all at once, and each granulation quickly escaped from Yuan Buwei's feet, leaving a vacuum under his feet.
Yuan didn't want to go up step by step, and the scattered black smoke emptied and corroded those wriggling granulation, clearing a path for him. Until he stopped and bumped into the densely packed ghosts in front of him
Pairs of eyes staring straight at him
It wasn't because his eyes lit up that he was inexplicably excited.
He raised his hand and grabbed the nearest white shadow. The moment his fingers touched the illusory white shadow, he was slightly startled: "Is it a ghost? This is..."
While talking, he moved his five fingers together, and the white shadow was sucked by him like a puff of smoke, and Yuan Buwei kneaded it into a black sphere that was spinning around, and it was suspended. in his palm.
"It's a bit like candied haws..." Thinking like this, Yuan didn't want to pick up this thing, look at it, and swallow it.
There was a sudden silence in the corridor.
Until Yuan Buwei's aftertaste sound spread in the corridor, he smiled and murmured: "It turns out that resentment can be measured, it's a very nostalgic smell."
Amidst the whistling wind, ravings, screams, men, women, old and young voices, all the remaining white shadows rushed towards him, like a group of ghosts devouring souls.
"Don't worry, the snacks will come one by one."
In the calm tone, in the center submerged by countless white shadows, countless black smoke burst out suddenly.
A hand protruded from it at some point, and black smoke entwined around his fingertips, like a woven chain, or like an open net, passing through the white shadow.
With this hand closing suddenly, it was as if a huge fishing net had been fished out of the water, and the countless fish and shrimps in the net became turtles in a urn.
The scattered black smoke gathered bit by bit and dissipated at Yuan Buwei's fingertips, and also disappeared the dense white shadow that roared towards him.
He spread out his palms, and there were pitch-black spheres? Suspended in front of Yuan Buwei. The illusory and hazy surface condensed? A pure halo, like a ball formed by water droplets.
I didn't think about it for a while, and put my hands together.
Squeezed by a huge force, the countless spheres floating in front of him gradually merged with each other, and while the volume became smaller, the original pale color became tens of times stronger.
In the end, there were only ten pitch-black "candied haws" left in the air, and a wisp of black smoke passed through them, stringing the ten "candied haws" into a string.
Yuan didn't raise his hand to take it? He put it to his lips and licked it.
... Tsk, if only I could add some sugar.
[House, host...] The trembling voice of the system 999 sounded, [You, are you okay?]
"I'm fine." Yuan Buwei asked curiously when he heard the trembling mechanical voice, "Why? As a system, you are still afraid of ghosts? What's more... this is not a ghost."
[No, the host misunderstood. The system is never afraid of ghosts. ] Looking at the peaceful and harmless smile of his own host, System 999 trembled.
... It's not ghosts that I'm afraid of, it's you, Orz.
The essence of System 999 is also an energy body. Now that the host is eating "candied haws", can it not be afraid
... well, so brutal.
It opened its mouth cautiously: [Host, this energy body? It's not tasty, it's full of resentment.]
—As for it, it is even worse.
It helps the host get rid of bad eating habits.
Yuan Buwei nodded and said: "Of course I know that, haven't I never eaten it before?" While speaking, he licked a piece of "candied haws" and snorted softly, "The devil in the devil's abyss is worse than this." too much."
System 999: ? ?
... What if I get more, more scared
It wasn't because it didn't seem to notice its fear at all. When I recalled the taste of those demons, I just wanted to frown and said in disgust:
"The Devil's Abyss is a place where the demon world is exiled. The demons there are not intelligent creatures born after birth, but formed by demonic energy—the composition of demonic energy? It comes from the resentment, hatred, hatred, and fear of all creatures in the world. Resentment, ghosts Qi, turbidity, everything. Can you imagine how many those demons should be? It’s unpalatable, it’s just a pot of mishmash and messy seasonings stewed, dark cuisine is nothing more than that!”
"Compared to others, this pure energy body of resentment can be called delicious."
System 999 dare not make a sound?.
… Even the host can eat these things. Wouldn't it be more dangerous if it was so delicious
Thinking of the past when he ate dark dishes every meal, the resentment that was originally not for his head almost condensed into substance.
Not caring about the sudden silence of system 999, he explored along the steps.
A cold and strange atmosphere pervaded, and the surrounding scenes gradually changed. It's as if the game was refreshed and reset in the second week of the game, and dense white shadows reappeared on the upper steps, and the decayed and aging walls spread layer by layer, and there were strange whispers
"... This is, everything starts again?"
Didn't the original watch with interest? All that.
System 999 knew that he hadn't accepted the story of the fate of this world, so he dutifully explained: [This small world is quite special, and there are many supernatural existences that cannot be explained by common sense, called weirdness. What the host encounters now is a kind of weirdness. The space within the scope of weird rules is called a paradox.]
[Unlike ghosts and ghosts, weirdness is like a special rule that cannot be completely eliminated. Under normal circumstances, the only way to find out this rule is to circumvent it, or to seal it with a special sealed item...]
[This entire space should be a strange land, so the stairs are endless. The host's top priority is to find out the loopholes in the rules and get out of here...]
"That is to say, these resentment energy bodies created by the weirdness are endless? As long as the weirdness is not destroyed, the resentment energy body can be continuously revived."
[…] System 999 was suspiciously silent for a while, [Theoretically speaking, it is true.]
…Why does it feel that the host's voice seems a little excited? This must be an illusion.
"That would be great?"
Yuan Bu raised the corners of his lips in joy, and turned his eager eyes to the white shadows chasing towards him.
He walked forward step by step, the ceiling, walls, steps... everything around him showed strange and inexplicable changes, granulation sprouted from the decaying mold, and various sounds echoed around. This weird voice seemed to grind hard on his soul.
If it were the original body, an ordinary person's soul might not be able to hold on for a few rounds before it would completely collapse. But for Yu Yuanbuwei, this is simply "tickling" level of strength, he still thinks it is not heavy enough.
The granulation grew, and one after another ghost shadows entangled him, and the sky filled with black smoke bloomed from around the young man. In the mist that spread, there seemed to be a cold, fierce and extremely malicious pounce, like a fierce beast opened Likou.
Swish!
All the granulation and ghosts shrank back in an instant.
Wasn't it a smile? He reached out and grabbed the white shadows.
That smile is very much like an old vegetable farmer in the field, harvesting the leeks that have grown, crop after crop.
…
Time goes by unknowingly, and I don’t know how many “leeks” have been harvested. Although these resentment energies are mediocre in appearance and taste, they can be used to increase the power of the soul itself. Even one or two is insignificant, but if you eat too much, there should be some effect.
I don't know how long it has passed, the space in front of me suddenly began to shake violently, the decayed ceiling was cracked, the long steps were fragmented, and the wriggling granulation seemed to have lost all vitality and became shriveled. White shadows flashed in front of my eyes one after another, like snowflakes emerging from an old TV.
Wow—
It was as if an illusory bubble burst suddenly, and the surrounding space disintegrated silently and breathlessly. When Yuan Buwei stepped on the ground again, he looked around and saw that he was in a clean and tidy room.
On the neatly packed desk, the screen of the laptop glowed with a faint brilliance. In the enlarged dialog box, rows of densely packed red letters filled the screen, revealing extreme malice.
"Plagiarism dog, die, die, die, die...!"
That font? It has bleeding special effects. It looks like there is blood flowing out of the screen, exuding a thick ominous atmosphere.
It wasn't because he didn't pay attention to the writing on the screen, but he looked around this room with interest.
This is a small one-person apartment, but it is very tidy, and the entire wall next to it is densely packed with books.
Sunshine came in from the window on the other side, and the transparent glass window reflected a face with clean and beautiful features, but too pale and thin. There are still faint dark circles on his face, and he looks very decadent.
"It's so easy to return to the present world?"
Wasn't it aimed at? I blinked my eyes in the glass window, still somewhat
"Didn't you say you have to break the weird rules? Come out?"
System 999: […]
[This is probably because the Paradise Realm was bald by the host.]