I picked up a boyfriend in the infinite game

Pei Shuangjin's home is some distance away from the station. One has to cross a large field of farmland, turn past two electric pole intersections, and then cross a bridge to reach the street where he lives.

The sky grew darker and the night quickly swallowed up the last bit of light. For some reason, this road was so desolate that apart from Song Guicheng and Pei Shuangjin, there were no other residents to be seen.

There was a quiet road and deep night in front and behind. The dim street lights were reflected on their faces, leaving only the faint sound of the wind.

Almost everywhere you look are farmlands shrouded in darkness, one after another, all the way to the foot of the mountain in the distance. The vast area looks like a swamp that can drown people, strange and dangerous.

Song Guicheng rubbed his arms, feeling a little creepy.

He wrapped his school uniform tightly around him, looked around like some cautious little animal, and asked, "Why is there no one on this road?"

If I remember correctly, when I took the tram in the morning, I could still see a few students and office workers, but at night they all disappeared as if they had evaporated from the face of the earth.

Pei Shuangjin replied: "This is a private farm, and the workers have all gone home after get off work."

"Private farm?" Song Guicheng was puzzled. "But I don't see any fence or signs."

Moreover, in the countryside, there will be residential areas even near private farms, but as they walked along, they saw no residential areas except for a few houses near the station.

"Wuchiting is the name of this farm," Pei Shuangjin said, "There are not many people living here."

Song Guicheng then realized that the big landlord here owned an entire village. From the moment they arrived at the station, they had already stepped half a foot into someone else's private territory.

He nodded, his hair swaying with his movements, and suddenly asked, "Will it be considered illegal trespassing if we pass through here?"

Song·Law-Abiding Citizen·Gui Cheng glanced at Pei Shuangjin curiously, with his head tilted and the corners of his eyes slightly raised, looking a little cute.

Pei Shuangjin's eyes flickered slightly, and he pursed his lips and said, "It's my family's farm."

Song Guicheng: ...Oh, I'm not surprised at all.

No wonder Watanabe and his group didn't dare to provoke Pei Shuangjin. He was the real strong dragon. In comparison, Watanabe was just a hyena who depended on the power hierarchy and stole leftovers. He was despicable, vicious, and bullied the weak.

He knew the nature of this kind of people very well. There were many such people in the internal struggles of large families, but their endings were usually not good.

"Will Watanabe die?" Song Guicheng asked softly.

Even if no one said it, he could guess that Yamamoto must have done a lot of disgusting things worse than beasts with Watanabe, otherwise he would not have been so skilled in teasing Suzuki Yukina in public.

And a few hours ago, he had paid the price for what he had done.

Pei Shuangjin's lips curled up slightly, revealing a very shallow smile: "It depends on whether someone wants him to live."

His tone was indifferent, just like his smile, full of coldness.

As they were talking, the two turned the first intersection. Song Guicheng's vision suddenly darkened, as if a hand suddenly appeared and pressed the light switch, the light disappeared, and the road under his feet disappeared from his sight in an instant like a flickering TV screen.

so dark.

Song Guicheng paused. For some reason, the air around him suddenly became chilly, like a sickle piercing his bone marrow, spreading from the back of his neck all the way down, causing his muscles to tense up uncontrollably and he instantly went into a defensive state.

Something was lurking behind them silently, following them all the way.

Pei Shuangjin also felt this subtle change. He held Song Guicheng's hand tightly and silently quickened his pace.

Tap, tap, the two of them tacitly understood each other and did not speak. On the dark path, their shadows were lengthened and shortened by the pale light. There was silence all around and the air was filled with the oppressive feeling brought by the night. Only the heavy and rapid footsteps stirred people's hearts.

"Click, click", Song Guicheng vaguely heard a sound, which was unclear and overlapped with the collision sound he heard at noon. It was the same twisting sound made by Watanabe after his death, the sound of bones bending and colliding with the ground, which made people feel unspeakable fear.

He shuddered and grasped Pei Shuangjin's hand tightly without saying anything. His face was pale, as if it was about to merge with the light emitted by the street lamp, and his chest rose and fell violently with irregular breathing, looking extremely terrified.

A scarlet bloody image flashed before Pei Shuangjin's eyes, chaotic and blurry, with no clear meaning. It seemed as if large amounts of blood were splattering, dyeing the sky and the ground red, heralding death and danger, driving him to run and leave quickly.

Neither of them dared to look back, not knowing what was behind them, so they could only keep running forward. The wind whistled in their ears like waves crashing, and the danger was like a monster chasing them from behind. Fear and escape were taking place.

Pei Shuangjin was genuine and Song Guicheng was pretending.

He lagged behind Pei Shuangjin by half a step, staring intently at the wind lifting the boy's hair, swaying in a graceful arc, his breathing changing subtly, his abdomen tightening and relaxing, and he could imagine how the tight muscles under the clothes were stretching, moving, accumulating strength, and bursting out.

Song Guicheng was almost obsessed, and that look of ardent love was well hidden under his gentle and harmless appearance.

The skin of the two people's hands touched each other, skin to skin, flesh to flesh, tightly connected, body temperatures constantly blending and intersecting, as if they were integrated into one.

Suddenly, with a change of pace and a twist of body, Pei Shuangjin led him into a small mountain path nearby.

The "click, click, click" sound was getting closer and closer, and the smell of rotten blood came from behind, piercing into the two people's nasal cavities, pungent and disgusting, making people's stomachs churn like magma.

The path in the forest was dark and without light. The intertwining branches looked like the claws of a ghost, trying to trap the two. The darkness stretched out its long tongue, waiting for them to fall into its trap.

Song Guicheng's feet stepped on a fallen branch, making a "crackling" sound, which overlapped with the strange sound behind him at a certain moment, making it even more eerie and terrifying.

"Where are we going?" he asked softly.

Pei Shuangjin replied: "Shrine."

He didn't even look back, but his feet were on the right track. He led Song Guicheng to avoid all mud pits and tree stumps perfectly, and shuttled through the woods with a clear goal.

Song Guicheng was silent for a moment for some reason, and asked in a deep voice: "Have you ever worshipped God?"

Pei Shuangjin glanced at him, but saw the deep shadows of the trees and could not see Song Guicheng's expression clearly.

He didn't know why Song Guicheng asked this question under such circumstances, but he still told the truth: "No."

For some reason, he was extremely resistant to buildings like shrines and temples. It was a rebellion that came from deep in his blood and soul, so he had never set foot in such places.

Song Guicheng heard this and said, "You don't need to worship any gods."

You are God, eternity, and the protector of this world. Why do you need to be in such an embarrassing situation, hiding from place to place with a person, bending over and kneeling, begging for the protection of his God?

To be honest, it’s all because of myself.

Song Guicheng moved his fingers slightly, but was reluctant to let go.

Just like a traveler who is about to die of thirst in the desert encounters a deep lake. He wants to kneel down devoutly and wants to possess it completely for himself. Greed and possession are human nature.

Wu Zhi made the wrong choice, he cannot become a god.