I picked up a boyfriend in the infinite game

Pei Shuangjin didn't fully understand the meaning of Song Guicheng's words just now. He just felt that he was constantly shrinking and retreating. His body was obviously very close to him, but his soul was torn away by the darkness.

He frowned slightly and was about to say something, but then "click, click, click, click" came from behind. The sound followed him like a shadow, ringing in his ears and shattering his accumulated thoughts. He just wanted to escape with Song Guicheng.

The smell of blood, rot, and dampness gathered into a surging wave, drowning the two of them. The sky was extremely dark, and the moon and stars were all covered by dark clouds, leaving only coldness and silence.

“Click, click, click, click, click.” The sound became faster and faster, more and more urgent, bringing with it a terrifying fear and a chilling coldness that ruthlessly devoured the way out, and it seemed to have reached the back of Song Guicheng’s mind—

Bang!

There was a loud crash, and something was bounced away and hit the thick tree trunk directly. "Ah--" a shrill cry was heard, as if the throat was sharply torn open from the ground.

Song Guicheng stopped, turned around slowly, and faced a bloody face.

Large areas of the face were rotten, with the flesh peeling off, revealing pieces of white bones that shone with a cold light. Some pieces of flesh and skin were attached to the tendons and hung on the chin. There was a deep dent on the back of the head, as if it had been run over by something. It was hard to imagine how such an irregular head could function.

It also has an eye, with a black white and a blood-red pupil. It stares at the two people in front of it with resentment and murderous intent in its eyes.

It was too dark in the woods, and it was difficult to see the full appearance of the ghost. Song Guicheng squinted his eyes and was about to take two steps closer, but was pulled back by a hand, and his eyes were suddenly covered by a hand.

Pei Shuangjin leaned over to his ear and whispered softly, "Don't look."

The slightly hot breath brought a tingling sensation to Song Guicheng's ears, and his ears twitched.

Pei Shuangjin did not have as good eyesight as Song Guicheng. He was a little slow to see that scary and strange eye. Once you see it, you can never forget it and it will haunt your nightmares.

He didn't want Song Guicheng to have a nightmare.

Song Guicheng was half a head shorter than him, with a thin figure, and his whole body seemed to be just skin and bones. At the moment, he was held in his arms, shaking uncontrollably, and his bones were poking at him, making him feel a dull pain.

"Don't be afraid, I'll take you there. The shrine is just ahead."

Pei Shuangjin had already seen the corner of Feidiao's house. It would take at most ten minutes to arrive. He leaned down, put one arm around her waist and the other around her legs, and picked up Song Guicheng in his princess arms.

This man's body was incredibly light, as if it was just bones and skin. All the flesh had been eaten and all the blood had been drained. It was hard to imagine what kind of life he had lived in the past.

Song Guicheng buried his head in Pei Shuangjin's arms. The cold smell dispelled the bloody smell. He shook his head and said, "No."

He grabbed Pei Shuangjin's sleeve with such force that his fingertips turned white: "No."

Don't worship other gods. He doesn't want Wuzhi to be inferior to others. He wants Wuzhi to always be high above, and it would be best if he never comes down.

Pei Shuangjin felt his trembling, as if his soul could not bear the pain and even his voice was suppressed.

"Okay, I won't go."

He easily agreed to this very willful request, his tone calm, as usual.

Even though the two of them had no ability to resist this ghost, they just sat down with Song Guicheng in their arms, lifted his bangs to wipe his cold sweat, and greeted it without changing their expression even if they would die in the next second.

"I'll lead it away in a while, you run." He silently massaged Song Guicheng's spasmodic limbs, thinking that Song Guicheng was too scared.

Pei Shuangjin didn't know that Song Guicheng was so sad. He fell into the darkness of nothingness again. He stepped on Wu Zhi to welcome the light, but let a god go out in the darkness.

Song Guicheng shook his head violently, rejecting with all his strength: "I don't want it, please don't give up on yourself, don't leave me, please, please, take me with you, please..."

His thoughts kept flashing back, sometimes to the dark woods, sometimes to the chaos of nothingness, but when faced with danger, the gods made the same choice, leaving him alive and dying themselves.

Panic and fear gripped his heart, pulling and spinning it hard, causing him to feel intense pain. His body began to struggle uncontrollably, murmuring only: "Take me away, I'm not afraid of death, I want to be with you..."

"Song Guicheng!"

"Song Guicheng!!"

Pei Shuangjin noticed his abnormality and his attempt to escape, and forcibly held him in her arms: "I won't abandon you."

He pressed his forehead against Song Guicheng's, letting Song Guicheng's hands wrap tightly around him like vines, making it almost impossible for him to breathe.

"We...die together."

Cold sweat wet Pei Shuang's hair on his forehead and stuck to his fair and handsome face.

He leaned against the tree trunk, calmly watching the scarlet eyes approaching rapidly in the distance. Finally, he saw the full appearance of the ghost. His eyes were stern and he felt a little unbelievable.

It was wearing the same school uniform as itself, but it was so torn that it could hardly cover its body. Its entire body was tattered and rotten, with pieces of flesh falling off as it moved.

What was most unbelievable was that the upper and lower bodies of the ghost were broken into two parts, connected only by a thin layer of skin, and blood was still oozing out.

Its legs were weak and paralyzed, and it could only rely on its festering, bare arms to support itself on the ground and move forward. Its hard bones collided with the gravel, making a "crackling" sound.

The ghost moved very quickly, and in almost a moment, it was in front of the two men. The fishy smell brought a gust of wind that hit his breath. He held his breath, closed his eyes, tightened his arms, and hugged the person in his arms tightly.

Pei Shuangjin only felt the sound of a sharp weapon breaking through the air beside his ears, coming towards him with a fierce murderous intent, and his hair was blown for a moment.

Then, "Puff", the sharp blade pierced into the flesh, and warm blood splashed onto his face, but he did not feel any pain.

?

Pei Shuangjin frowned slightly, opened his eyes, and saw blood gushing out of Song Guicheng's hand, like pearls breaking off a string, flowing down his wrist into his sleeves, staining the edges of his white shirt red.

The ghost's hand was like a sharp dagger, about to cut him in half, but was stopped by Song Guicheng.

Song Guicheng's usually gentle expression seemed to be quenched by ice, emitting a powerful pressure that even stopped the wind. The ghost seemed to sense the danger, and made a gurgling, meaningless curse sound in its throat. It increased the strength in its hands and almost chopped off his palm.

Song Guicheng seemed to feel no pain at all. He clenched his palm, which was as sharp as a knife, with his backhand, and tightened it little by little. The blood flowed more and more, turning from jade beads into raindrops.

"Crack, crack." The ghost's palm began to break. The cracks ran along the bones, crushing the flesh, which soon turned into powder and floated in the woods.

"Ah--" The painful screams echoed over the woods, hitting people's eardrums and jumping in their heads like needles, causing so much pain that even the sound was extremely aggressive.

Song Guicheng took two quick breaths and warned, "If you still want revenge, stay away from us." He swallowed hard, "If you dare to touch him, I will kill you even if you can't get out."

The ghost understood and laughed strangely, as if something was rolling through its broken throat: "Who said, yes, I want to kill you?"

The voice was complex and difficult to distinguish, like the entanglement of countless vengeful spirits, and it was a shrill and hoarse female voice.

Song Guicheng looked at it and asked coldly, "Who is that?"

The ghost tilted its head and looked at the dark and deep night sky. Its scarlet eyes showed a vicious smile and it answered irrelevantly: "You, are even less worthy of life than I am."

"You..." Song Guicheng was startled and was about to ask, but the ghost gave him a silent look and then disappeared on the spot, leaving only a smell of blood.

The surroundings returned to silence. In the night, the forest was deep and mysterious. The trees above were twisted and strange. The treetops swayed in the wind, making very slight creaking sounds.

Before Song Guicheng could recover from what the ghost said, he felt his hand tighten. Pei Shuangjin wrapped his hand tightly with a handkerchief, carried him on his back and ran down the mountain quickly.

"Where are we going?" Song Guicheng asked tiredly, lying on Pei Shuangjin's back.

Pei Shuangjin said, "Hospital." There was a hint of anger in his tone, colder than usual.

Song Guicheng poked his back with his other intact hand: "Are you angry?"

I didn't hear any response, so I accepted it.

His eyes were a little blurry, so he simply closed them and said in a gentle voice: "I didn't mean to hide it from you, it's just..."

But at that time I was trapped in the delirium of memory, shrouded in shadow and unable to escape, and I was unable to tell you that I was able to protect you.

Song Guicheng sighed, not knowing where to start talking about the relationship between the two. Their destinies were intertwined and even he himself didn't know when they began to be connected.

Wu Zhi remembers, but Wu Zhi... but Wu Zhi...

His fingers slowly tightened, and blood dripped into the soil. Song Guicheng changed his direction and lay down. The shadows of the trees passed by his eyes, only dim and darker.

"I'm not angry about this." Pei Shuangjin lifted him up and explained.

He slowed down his pace for a moment and looked up at the dark cloud-covered sky, which concealed the bright moonlight and shining stars, making it impossible to understand the night sky clearly.

"At that moment just now, I actually felt that I didn't want you to live, but to die together."

Pei Shuangjin's voice was low, cold and deep, and it brushed gently past Song Guicheng's ear.

He was so selfish and he still didn't regret his thoughts just now.

It is better to die together than to live and die separately.

He held this thought in his mind, with the person in his arms.

Is this worthy of being called liking? Is this worthy of being called love?

Song Guicheng smiled, blinked his sore eyes, swallowed his tears, hugged him tighter, and buried his head in his neck: "I'm glad that you think so."

"So next time, die with me, okay?"

Pei Shuangjin agreed: "Okay."

Then let’s die together.

The night wind was silent, but it could not extinguish the blazing light in the two people's hearts. They were like moths, flying towards each other's fire, and would not regret even after burning to ashes.

Song Guicheng became happy. He hummed a tuneless song and asked, "What if I lied to you?"

Pei Shuangjin also laughed along with him: "Then lie, it's okay if you don't die with me."

Song Guicheng curled his lips and bit his ear: "Oh."

It's okay if we don't die together.

It's okay as long as you're alive.