There was still a smile on the young man's face. In fact, he has a rather handsome face, with drooping eyes, no matter how you look at him, he looks a little innocent.
From Ren Yingying's point of view, she was no less than a blue-faced evil spirit—it was as if her footsteps were nailed to the ground, and she couldn't move at all. She could only let out a near-desperate howl from her throat.
He approached them step by step, his eyes were as deep as a pond.
"Dear sister," he said with a half-sigh, "how can you throw your only brother in blood?"
Kou Dong suddenly turned his head to look at A Xue, the little girl looked calm, and just looked up at the system interface on her right.
He revealed the relationship between the two in real life, which is logically considered a violation. But the system didn't move at all, without any response, it seemed to be stuck.
After a long silence, A Xue suddenly laughed too.
"Is that so?—you are my brother?"
"Why," Yin Qi raised his brows slightly, and he no longer looked like a little white rabbit before, "Didn't you verify it? Didn't you save me from those gamblers?"
There was a slight shudder at the corner of Ashue's mouth. Her expression condensed again, and she said in a deep voice, "Rescued?"
She sneered.
"The one I rescued should be a dead person."
Hearing this sentence suddenly, even Song Hong was stunned and looked at her in surprise.
The little girl stood firmly in the same place, but what came out of her mouth was chilling words: "Do you think he is a good person? I know him too well. He owes so much debt, those debt collectors are He will not let him go, even his only son was tied up in order to force him to pay back the money."
"They still don't know.—Will he give money? Even if he makes money in the game, it's for gambling!"
The gambler has already lost his mind, so why talk about the relationship between children and family. Her nominal father entered the dead man's game, and he didn't want to pay back the money at all, but dreamed of using that money to gamble again, so as to get more money.
In their eyes, this is a lucrative business. Before the business was successful, they didn't have the thought to care about the life and death of their so-called children.
Those people tied Yin Qi up, but it didn't even have any effect. In a fit of anger, he simply cut off his drinking water and locked him in the dilapidated factory. Later, the man lost in the game and couldn't wake up again. When Song Hong and A Xue found the man's trace, he had already been declared brain-dead, so naturally it was impossible to pay back the money.
A man has abandoned his wife and daughter for so many years, and the creditors have no idea that he still has a wife and daughter who can be exploited. In order to vent their anger, they simply lit a fire, then ran away, and burned the son alive.
According to Yin Qi, he loosened the rope and escaped from the window, and was rescued by two people who learned the news. When he was unable to make a living, the two took him into the game to make money.
But Ah Xue didn't believe this statement from the very beginning.
The reason is also simple. Those gangsters were already ready to burn people to ashes, so how could they leave an open window to let him survive
Yin Qi has seen their faces, isn't he afraid that he will turn around and call the police
She secretly found those gangsters from behind. After finding someone to get them drunk, I finally heard from them that the windows had been boarded up by then.
"It's...it's impossible for someone to come out." The assailant drunk assured, "That little bastard has been hungry for more than ten days..."
It was damned before it was lit.
People cannot die and come back to life. People who had been starving for more than ten days with their hands and feet tied died long before the fire was lit.
… Then who was it that appeared before them
With the identity of the younger brother, Ah Xue must bring him into the game.
-who is it
"Since it's not, why bother pretending?" Axue sneered, "You've been with us for so long, so you should tell me what you want to do, right?"
Song Hong could hardly believe his ears. Although he has always acted with A Xue in real life, he didn't know that there were so many twists and turns in it-it was ridiculous to say, he really thought that A Xue didn't like this younger brother because they both had male blood, so Occasionally, I will take care of it—but what the hell is it now, this is a person with ulterior motives at all, no, maybe he is not even a person!
Not only was he dumbfounded, but he also collapsed. He has been kept in the dark about such a big matter!
At this time, when he looked at Yin Qi again, he had the consciousness of a victim—this is a liar.
Even he wanted to ask why aloud.
When Ah Xue brought him in, she naturally pretended to obey his wishes and wanted to see what he was planning.
After spending such a lot of effort, following them through untold hardships, pretending to be a little white flower is so cute and pitiful...
You can't just want to earn some extra money with points, right
Song Hong didn't quite believe this reason.
He cast doubtful eyes on the young man, and the corners of Yin Qi's mouth were completely drawn into a straight line, showing an almost harsh rigidity.
In such a situation, the legs of the long-haired girl beside her went limp, and she almost knelt down.
"He's not human..."
she murmured.
The burly man hadn't heard it clearly, and was horrified by the sudden development in front of him. Just when he was stunned, he heard her whispering beside him, and couldn't help saying in a rough voice: "What the hell are you mumbling about!"
"He's not human!"
Ren Yingying's voice was completely released. She shouted desperately, pointing at Yin Qi with trembling fingers.
"I saw it, I saw it..."
"I was going to kill him!"
As the old man in the game, she naturally has her own secret weapon. But she clearly killed the person on the spot with her skills, and in the next second, the blood mist recondensed, gradually condensing into a new human form——
In the deep red blood, there is clearly a bright cold light.
"He's not human - there's a knife in his blood!"
She gestured with fear in her eyes.
"-sickle!"
"Sharp sickle!!!"
After these words were shouted tremblingly, an extremely wonderful chemical reaction occurred. The field fell into an almost suffocating silence. This kind of silence seemed to be sprayed with sparks, piercing and scorching.
No one spoke, and no one gasped. The wind in the dungeon stagnated, the system began to vibrate, and dialog boxes were spewed out one after another, so fast that Kou Dong couldn't see clearly.
Ye Yanzhi's expression was strange, and he also had a strange sense of certainty that his conjecture had been confirmed. With a soft voice, he repeated those three words slowly.
"a knife?"
The ghost baby in his arms suddenly froze into a stone. Kou Dong noticed its unusually stiff body, and vaguely felt that something was wrong with the game—but just in a split second, it suddenly let out a sharp roar, jumped out of Kou Dong's arms, and rushed towards Yin Qi!
It all happened in the blink of an eye, before anyone could even react. The clay figurines in the distance roared and ran towards them with big strides. The dots of will-o'-the-wisps, the bones in the forest, even the trees, the earth, the sky... They all opened their invisible mouths and roared like never before. It even makes people doubt whether this is their voice—everything in the world is rushing towards Yin Qi, with overwhelming hostility around their heads to destroy him here.
The sky is falling apart.
Kou Dong has never seen such a suicide attack, and it is not much worse than the scene when he was molested. Grass, wood, clay figurines, ghosts... They all suddenly became barriers between him and Yin Qi, covering one layer after another. The ground was torn open, and the huge crack completely separated him and Yin Qi, and then quickly pulled away. Below was a swirling thick black vortex, which couldn't wait to open its mouth to absorb everything, desperately devouring it.
The sun and the moon have no light, it is really a purgatory on earth.
The copy seems to be folded by an invisible big hand. Wangxiang Terrace, Naihe Bridge, Xueshui... the sights that should have been out of reach are now collapsing inch by inch.
It was even the ruined temple they stayed in first.
Kou Dong also caught a glimpse of the blue sedan chair. The man he had seen before climbed out of it, but the man's eyes were dull at the moment, and he didn't respond at all. It wasn't until the ghost baby cried loudly that his eyes suddenly brightened. He climbed out of the sedan chair and rushed towards Yin Yin. That.
"..."
Kou Dong was dumbfounded.
He originally thought that this so-called ex-husband was the real boss behind the scenes—but now it seems that there is no truth in the mouth of the NPC, this ex-husband is obviously controlled by the ghost baby!
Maybe it's a puppet made by a ghost baby!
Why do you beat his innocent old father with a pacifier in his mouth? !
Kou Dong immediately had a new understanding of his second son, he was shocked and angry at the same time. But this is not the time to worry about these things. The NPCs are trying their best to stop Yin Qi, but there is a cold light flashing from it, tearing apart the thick black ghost baby like lightning——
The young man with a handsome face reappeared in front of his eyes.
His clothes fluttered and he stood on top of the clay figurine's tall head. Both of the clay figurine's hands had been broken, and it only shook its head desperately, trying to throw him off.
But this shaking does not affect the youth. He looked down from a high place, unmoved by those killings, only lowered his eyelids.
Kou Dong felt like a thorn in his back.
He looked at himself.
"One hundred and two years."
The corners of the young man's thin mouth curled up.
"One hundred and two years..."
"I still found you."
He slowly opened his chest with his fingers. In the blood rushing out of his chest, a scythe with cold light finally appeared in his hand—
At that moment, this figure slowly overlapped with Kou Dong's nightmare.
hide and seek.
Child covering his mouth.
Childish voice.
"It's a game."
…
He gradually remembered what it was that he had feared before, that he might drop at the moment when his head was hanging forever.
The inescapable sound of footsteps behind him—
That was the voice of Death.
die.
What he faced was death.
The figure of his mother in his childhood reappeared before him, dragging his little hand through the hall with heavy white silk hanging down. The floor of the main hall was engraved with strange and weird lines, he stepped over the vermilion threshold, and finally came to the god they were praying for.
Ye Family.
The executioner located in the gap between yin and yang.
They have escaped from life and death in the world of mortals. They are not gods, but they are closer to gods.
"Life and death are destiny," he heard the voice of the vicissitudes of the old man, "the way is in the sky..."
The young woman couldn't listen. Her husband is dead, her parents are dead, she has no relatives, no friends—she is alone in this world, with only this only fetter left.
She poured her heart and soul into her child, and desperately begged the executioner to save her child.
Her child is about to die from a genetic disease.
The executioner was unwilling to make a move. They only raised their butcher knives and never saved people. This is against the norms of worldly ethics, how can it be done
The one who saved him in the end was the heir of the Ye family.
The child is two years younger than him. He hid in the child's yard, and heard familiar footsteps—the sound of death approaching. The kid covered his mouth and whispered to him, shh, it's hide and seek...
These revolving lanterns of the past flashed before his eyes, his steps were a little staggering, and he finally remembered that he was a ray of spirit left by his mother with greed.
He should no longer exist.
Kou Dong's eyes were white. He watched the god of death standing high in the clouds, and then lowered his eyes to him, ready to harvest his soul.
At this moment, he suddenly heard the sound of the wooden bell.
"Ding, ding, ding..."
This voice that shouldn't have sounded in Ye Yan's hands. This wooden bell has no bell tongue, so it cannot be rang at all. The sound can only be heard by the dead and those who are close to death.
At this moment, everyone heard the voice clearly. The ghost baby suddenly woke up from the rage, stepped on the ghost's head, and rushed towards him quickly.
It threw itself into Kou Dong's arms, pressing both hands firmly on his cheeks.
"Hold your breath—"
Kou Dong seemed to have plunged into the icy water. He dived slowly in the water and saw himself.
This should belong to the ghost baby's memory. He watched a ball of mud gradually take shape in his hands, giving birth to the appearance of five sense organs, pulling out the limbs, and finally painted the colors carefully with colored pencils...
That was the baby ghost himself.
In my memory, Kou Dong was an extremely lonely person. He rarely gets up from his chair, and spends most of his time sitting at the table, concentrating on pinching his clay figurines. The smallest and most delicate one that Kou Dong made was called his son, and he made many delicate little clothes for it.
With the help of the ghost baby's eyes, Kou Dong gradually understood that the self in his memory also had a genetic disease.
Because I was sick, I couldn't go out for activities.
I can only sit in this dark room forever, and get a little sunshine through the bay window.
He doesn't run much, he doesn't jump much. The only one who can accompany him is such a clay figurine. After a long time, the clay figurine also developed consciousness. He was surprised to find that its eyes had more sparkle, and it became naive day by day.
Kou Dong in the story is not afraid, but feels sincere joy because he finally has something to accompany him. He used to raise a cat, but once he opened the window, the cat never came back. He also wanted to have a dog, but when the dog looked forward to him going down, he couldn't run with it holding the rope at all.
Animals may live longer than him, so he slowly rested his mind.
It's just that people will be lonely after all.
Loneliness is something that cannot be explained or understood; when Kou Dong sat alone in a chair, his bones were cold.
But with the little clay figurine, he seems to be a little warmer again.
He raised the little clay figurine as his son, and made no secret of his desire for a family.
Kou Dongdong always liked men. The family background he arranged for the little clay figurine is a family of three. He is a serious and loving father, and there is a strict father who is always cold-faced and doesn't talk much. He is 1.8 meters tall, handsome and tall...
In the game, Kou Dong even blushed and secretly added a setting, which is the so-called strict father, who is the only one who favors him.
He doesn't even love his son.
After watching this passage, Kou Dong: "..."
Alas, he really likes sweets by nature.
What a shame.
One thing that Kou Dong in the game absolutely doesn't know is that the little clay figurine secretly remembers his wild fantasies clearly. Kou Dong always believed that he was going to die, so he dreamed of a man who was not afraid of death and who was like Pluto to be his strict father, so the little clay figurine brought it in by himself, and it became the serious prince of the underworld.
But this clay figurine is very bold.
It not only wants to be this son.
It also wanted to play the father himself.
In the family of three it hopes, two are its own.
According to this story, the little clay figurine will gradually become a living person and grow up quickly, and then officially become the boyfriend of Kou Dong's dream in the game—the kind who is tall, handsome and can rule the underworld. Then, it gave birth to a bunch of children with Kou Dong, and the family lived happily together...
The fork in the road is that one day, Kou Dong in the game suddenly leaves without saying goodbye. The so-called abandoning husband and son comes from this.
At this moment, the clay figurine, which has become the size of a baby for several months, is like being struck by lightning. With his own pair of small feet, he searched all over the world, but he did not find the young man again. I don't know how many times it has been washed by the rain, and how many times it has been turned into muddy water—it struggled to put itself together, and finally shed its first tear.
It's a drop of blood.
The blood pulled it down. It has long been nourished out of the soul, and since then, the soul has fallen into the underworld.
Seeing this, Kou Dong probably understood. The so-called dungeons are all ghost babies—or clay figurines—imagined. It is the creator of the dungeon. It built this place according to what Kou Dong had described to it, and created a grown-up self to play the strict father.
This is actually a joke.
It is itself a character in the play. Thinking every day, indulging every day.
Kou Dong's heart softened suddenly. He empathizes with it, knowing clearly that what it wants is the same as him—
It's just a home.
That was the dream that Kou Dong and the clay figurines weaved together. Now, only the clay figure remembers it alone.
How can it not be angry
How can I not be sad
He opened his eyes, and met Guiying's dark eyes without any whites. Without these bruises, it would have been quite a lovely child.
It looks at him now.
"Daddy..."
It murmured, and slowly withdrew its own hands that were attached to his face, and turned to gently hold the corner of his clothes.
"Don't go..."
Its voice lowered slowly.
"I'm good."
"I, I will be good."
Kou Dong's throat seemed to be blocked by something. He could not utter a word, and was trembling all over. He hugged the small body tightly, the leash was still hanging, and the ghost baby rested its head on his shoulder.
Just like he put it on his shoulder in the game.
"Don't go."
Kou Dong finally spit out these two words from his snarled throat, and patted it on the back lightly.
"Don't go..."
A relieved smile appeared on Guiying's face. Its figure seemed to grow bigger, sometimes it was the image of the adult man Kou Dong saw in the sedan chair, and sometimes it was the image of this little baby.
"That's great." It said in a muffled voice, gradually stiffening in his arms. Countless NPCs used their bodies as sacrifices to block Yin Qi's footsteps, the wind roared and trembled behind the ghost baby, and the world gradually collapsed to the small piece in front of him.
Kou Dong felt a laceration—it was drawn by a sickle, and it ran through its entire back.
"so good… "
It turned back into the original clay figurine, fell to the ground with a thud, broke into several pieces, and never closed its eyes again.
After finding that it couldn't stop Reaper, it exhausted its last bit of strength.
It has fulfilled its obsession.
[The task has been completed.]
[The player is about to be pulled out of the instance.]
[five four three two one-]
The God of Death's scythe was blocked at the last second, and Kou Dong was pulled out by a force and fell heavily.
This time, it was no longer his home in the game.
He collapsed into a group of stuffed animals with long ears.