The system knelt down and begged me to let it go [unlimited]

The two people sitting on the bed tilted their heads and fell down unconsciously.

"Pa—" the incandescent light on the roof flickered, and the entire Fang family courtyard was plunged into darkness.

"Oh, Guangzong, be good, sleep, sleep, Guangzong be good, sleep..."

The vague and old voice slowly faded away.

Silence——

All sounds and lights and shadows fell silent.

Gong Shujia felt that he was very light and floated up, his head was dizzy as if he had drunk alcohol, but where did he get the alcohol?

……liquor?The wine brought back by the third child?Did I drink it?Drink it, otherwise why would you be so dizzy?

But no... Where did I get the wine?not saying...

what are you talking about?

Gong Shujia felt that he was very confused, but at the same time he felt that he was very clear-headed.

He felt himself standing up, but the strange thing was, where did he sit and lie down just now?

The eyelids were heavy, and Gong Shujia felt that something was wrong, but he also felt that it was quite normal.

If you are sleepy, then close your eyes and go to sleep——

Who said that!If you lose three games in a row, you should try another game before going to bed!Come, come, come and sleep after playing this game!

Thinking of this, Gong Shujia suddenly became energetic and opened his eyes suddenly.

——Facing the last hairy foot that has been magnified by an unknown number of times.

Gong Shujia was completely awake.

No wine, no games, he is in the game, within the scope of being hunted.

spider--

Gong Shujia terrified and mechanically wanted to close his eyes, but it was too late.

"Crack-"

"Crack-"

Although it has a lot of hair, the spider's shell is hard. Gong Shujia could hear the slight movement of the spider's joints colliding on his face, and the loud collision of teeth and hard shell when he ate crab legs.

Then there was the sound of "Gululu"'s eyeballs rolling.

Gong Shujia is still standing here, he can feel his breathing, heartbeat and existence, but a mysterious fear creeps up again, he is about to turn into something, a ghost?Or a monster?He didn't know, but the obvious fear and the inability to vaguely know his own fate made him unable to move. He was healthy and strong, but he just couldn't get up.

What would he be?What will it be?Will it have a consciousness of its own?Do you still have a sense of yourself?Messy thoughts made his brain into a mess.

But what remains unchanged is the body that cannot move.

He wanted to take his eyes away from these black eyes, and the instinct of survival told him that it might survive.But he can't.His body and brain were disconnected from the two-way control authority, and he could only passively perceive the pain from his body, but was unable to respond, and his eyes were nailed there, forcing him to concentrate on it.

Even the self-entertainment enlightenment that "if I had this kind of concentration in my studies back then, I might be a double degree from Yanda now", I couldn't do it.

He knew that he was about to be eaten up bit by bit and become some part of them, but he could only think slowly and watch.

This feeling of the knife hanging on the head and not falling down is really too painful.Be it dead or alive, why not give him a good time?He hoped that the time for the knife to fall would be slower, and he hoped that someone could come to rescue him at this time.But I also feel that the process of waiting to die is too painful, so I just want to end it with a single knife.

The entanglement and hesitation of waiting for rescue and waiting for death tormented him, and at the same time he felt disgusted with his own state.

Gong Shujia was tormented by such a chaotic mood and went crazy!

Go to Feigaki. Bed time is very early.

It's habit.

Can't sleep, can't rest.

Close your eyes mechanically, and mechanically survive the darkness for an unknown amount of time.

Feigaki hasn't slept so comfortably for a long time.For a long time, he could only rely on sleeping pills and sedatives to get a little sleep, but even with these drugs, his sleeping state was very poor.He is always half asleep and half awake, unable to tell whether he is in a dream or in reality. When the wind blows the curtains outside, he seems to be caught by his ears.

Very tired, that kind of sleep has no rest effect, it will only make his body heavier and heavier.But the heavier it was, the easier it was for him to fall asleep.

Higaki, who was just stubbornly carrying out his habit of "sleeping", could clearly feel his consciousness slowly sinking into silence.

very relaxing.

A sleep experience completely different from the past swept through.

Now my body is very healthy, and I can sleep comfortably without relying on drugs.

Because of this, the bad state of disturbed sleep made it almost impossible for him to suppress the tyrannical element in his heart.

"Pa—" the huge spider didn't even have time to struggle, and it turned into a ball of broken and viscous juice in his hand.

The black eyes were foggy, like a vortex of emotions turning deeper and deeper inside.

Fei Yuan opened his eyes, and slowly straightened up from the bed, with disgust and ferocity in his eyes, he glanced at the crawling and eating spiders hanging on the floor in the room, and the muscles under his eyes twitched slightly.

Instead he laughed.

It's dense enough, which is fine.

The other people in the room didn't know when they got the trick. Gong Shujia and Fang Luren lay on each other's shoulders like wild beasts, biting each other's flesh.

But the teeth of human beings are different from those of beasts. They don't have fangs. The two chickens screamed and beat them happily, and they didn't know they were covered with spiders.

Like a pair of black dumps fighting.

Figaki has a habit.

The more angry he is, the more he wants to destroy something, the calmer his brain will be.

Eyes that cannot adapt to the dark cannot see clearly.

But that doesn't matter.

malicious.

fear.

Killing intent.

anger.

sad.

Scared.

As soon as Fei Yuan took a breath, negative emotions surged from all directions.

Is this my emotion?

No, it's not.

How can there be such ridiculous things as fear and sadness in my emotions?

It's not his emotions, but Feigaki can still clearly distinguish their sources.

Are spiders the embodiment of these emotions?

Or, carrier?

Feigaki no longer thinks about these things.

It doesn't matter, it doesn't matter.

Whatever it is, just pay the price.

As long as it is eliminated.

"Boom——" Fei Yuan's movement was inconvenient, and the dark night was not suitable for night blindness like him.Relying on howling and groaning, Fei Yuan grabbed Fang Luren's head with his crutches, and slammed into the wall.

In the farm house, not counting the back of the wall, the white putty was damp and soft due to the air bubbles, and some places were peeled off a lot. As soon as Fang Luzhin’s head hit it, a large piece of white putty immediately fell down, revealing the red bricks. Come out, cracks spread from under Fang Luren's head.

Fei Yuan didn't have a second to hesitate, raised and pressed his hand, and another head hole appeared on the wall.

"what--"

"what--"

Two screams sounded in succession, breaking the silence of the night.

It is harder to hit the wall with the head. Naturally, the human head is not as good as a brick. The screams are replaced by biting, and the pain in the body is really felt the moment the brain and body are reconnected.

Not only the head, but the body also hurt like hell.

As soon as the fight between Gong Shujia and Fang Luren sounded, Fei Yuan woke up quickly, but even after a good night's sleep, his irritability still couldn't be effectively controlled.

The bad mood and tyranny of being woken up cannot be suppressed.

Then release.

Feigaki is not the kind of person who would wrong himself.

"Ahhhhhhhhh-"

The pain in the head was second. As soon as Fang Luren and Gong Shujia escaped from the fantasy of spiders, they lowered their heads and glanced at the flesh on their legs, which were pitted and missing several pieces. Blood was flowing all over the ground. The remains of the spider that was crushed to death by the crutches were scared out of their souls.

"Help! Help! I'm dying!"

Two young men in their early twenties cried out, squatting down and trying to hug their legs to save them, but the sharp pain came again when their shoulders moved.

He lowered his head sideways, bloody and bloody.