Let's play horror games

--So hot.

In chaos, you think.

Body entanglement and mutual absorption should be the process of nurturing life.

If you want to describe it, it is like a cosmic explosion, with high heat, chaos, interlaced colors, and a huge wind blowing.When the breathing is intertwined, everything is intertwined and chaotic and there is no order, but in the collision, new stars may be born.

Or, it is also like two clay figurines melting and kneading each other, merging into each other's bodies, and they can no longer tell you and me apart.

But you and him are a false god, and the other is a voluntary sacrifice. They are not the same creatures, and they cannot conceive life through intercourse.

In the whole process, only you gain some extra power, but you can't interpret all this as a unilateral sacrifice.

You don't understand the point of what you're doing.

But you vaguely feel that the past, present and future self are intertwined because of him in an instant, your current world is turned upside down, the walls are broken, and your essence is changed—or, in other words, excavated by his body temperature and movements.The past manifests and the future changes accordingly.You will give a part of yourself to the other person.

And the new landscape of the future, you don't know what it looks like yet.

At some point, you no longer plan to go back to the fourth space.If you are not dug out before your strength is exhausted, you will all die here.

In this regard, you are vaguely afraid, but also feel at ease in a paradoxical way.

After all, you are no longer alone.

*

In the woods, in the cemetery.

Huang Zhui stood calmly on the new grave buried by mud.

"Why waste effort?" he said.

Yan Li and Chang Mao were standing back to back panting, they were extremely embarrassed during the fight just now, but they still kept their eyes on the land under Huang Zhui's feet.

Yan Li replied coldly: "Lang is not a waste of energy, you don't need to talk about it!"

Then he cursed in a low voice: "Damn it, the black dancer jumped without even saying hello, and the speed is so fast, I'm afraid I thought it would happen a long time ago?"

Changmao was filled with righteous indignation: "Scholar is too! If you want me to say, he already knew that he would be buried!"

Then he took out Huang Zhui's photo angrily: "Brother, I think you looked good in the past, why are you so unreasonable now? Let me borrow it, what will happen!"

The black mist scattered around, and the air was as thick as iron, making people feel heavy on their shoulders and difficult to breathe.

Huang Zhui's pupils shrank: "Are you determined to annoy me?"

According to the "rules" of this level, one person dies in the town one day, and during the funeral process, a player's life will be taken as a sacrifice.

Today's share is enough, so although the mayor stopped the two Changmao and wounded them at the same time, he didn't intend to kill them, nor did he take the initiative to attack, just a gesture of watching the show.

But Changmao keeps challenging the bottom line of the people in front of him.

It was difficult to breathe, but Changmao still said sincerely: "Brother, I don't want to provoke you, but I am a curious baby."

"I originally thought that Huang Zhui was completely dead, and now you are something else in Huang Zhui's skin, but listening to you, I don't think so."

There are two different personalities in Huang Zhui's body.

One is a calm mayor, and the other is a vicious but still impulsive young man who will be intoxicated by his father's strength, and will also be happy or angry.

The personality of the mayor is obviously influenced by the power of "father".But the personality of young people is worth pondering and exploring.

Huang Zhui said calmly: "In a certain sense, the previous me is dead. The present me is reborn under the power of my father."

Long Hair: "Then why do you hate your former self?"

Huang Zhui said coldly, "Because he deserves to die."

Not afraid of death, Changmao continued to ask: "Why the hell? Because he reads poetry? Because he is different from others? Or, because he 'likes' something or someone other than his father?"

Not knowing which sentence hit the bottom line, Huang Zhui hissed: "Shut up!"

With a "bang", the two were crushed to the ground by the black mist.Changmao barely knelt straight, struggled to breathe, and still smiled: "Cough... I've always been curious about one thing."

"Xue Ba is right, this dead game, although it is rotten, it pays great attention to logic and rules... How can a person die and be buried...cough, uh!...how can... be resurrected as if nothing happened? "

"Still, the one who was in the coffin yesterday was not you at all, but... woo!"

Before he finished speaking, Changmao was completely overwhelmed by the sudden weight!

Huang Zhui's face was distorted, and he was completely out of composure. He roared: "What do you know! Do you know the fear of being rejected by everyone! I am not wrong! It is not me who is wrong, she should be damned! She--"

Before he finished speaking, Huang Zhui suddenly shivered, and then his face gradually returned to calm, with dark eyes.

personality transformation.

"It seems that the offerings don't need to be kept until tomorrow."

Changmao was about to fight back, when Yan Li, who had been quiet just now, suddenly said, "I see."

The sound is like quiet and black stagnant water.

She stared blankly ahead and murmured:

"In the past... the rule in the gang was that if a sinner wanted to live, he had to 'catch the traitor' for the gang."

"It means, in front of everyone, insulting one's father, wife or anyone closest to him, saying how that person betrayed the gang... and then, under the clamor of everyone, killing him with his own hands."

It doesn't matter whether that person really betrayed, the point is that by committing more horrific crimes and betraying those closest to one's own, one can gain a chance to reintegrate into the group.

Through collective crime, to establish hypocritical justice.

And under such distorted rules, what about the living in the cracks?

What would a child do if his father killed his mother?Should we accuse the mother of her sins at the same time, or...

"So, I hate being left behind..."

Yan Li's eyes widened, and she said in a daze.

Following her words, the black mist began to envelope her surroundings softly and playfully.

Chang Mao sensed something was wrong and struggled to touch her: "Calm down, you--"

The trembling fingertips were only a centimeter away from Yan Li's shoulders, but she suddenly hugged her head and screamed!

"Ah!!"

As if pouring out all the pain, a terrifying but pathetic roar!

Huang Zhui's eyes brightened, and he took a step back.

Then, a thunderstorm descended in the woods, and there was a sudden bang!

The author says:

1. Why is there such a stream of consciousness in the first paragraph?Because Oubao is afraid of being caught by QQ

2. When Yan Li first appeared on the stage, she said three things she hated: alcohol, men, and being abandoned.It is connected with this chapter.

3. Chengshang, because I was too busy writing other people, Yan Li’s characteristics and stories have not been well written, I feel sorry for her OTZ

4. By this time, finally every little friend has gone berserk! Put some wax on the poor long hair hhh

Although Changmao's brain circuit is a bit weird, but I personally think that he is the most reliable in the team, and sometimes he is very delicate.