Every day the puppet is playing dead

"tick"

Chong Yu was awakened.

A drop of water fell from the sky and landed on Chongyu's head.

The sound of water droplets breaking penetrated straight through the skull, pulling Chongyu's consciousness back from the dream.

Strange, the ceiling of his house is leaking?

Before Chong Yu opened his eyes, he was thinking vaguely, if he knew this, he would not be addicted to playing games these days...

I also don't know how much it will cost to repair the ceiling.

"tick"

Between half-dream and half-awake, another drop of water fell.

The second drop of water fell straight down and hit Chongyu's head, making another "click" sound, like a thunderbolt, which directly stimulated Chongyu to open his eyes.

Head hurts.

This was Chong Yu's first feeling after waking up.

It doesn't feel good to be woken up abruptly from a dream by water droplets. Chongyu was full of anger and was about to be impotent and furious. When he saw the scene in front of him clearly, he suddenly lost his temper——

He is standing, standing on a white carpet.

And here, is a cave.

It may not be accurate to use a cave to describe it. This place should be a cave that was transformed into a room.

There are jagged rocks on the ceiling inside the cave, and a ray of sunlight shines down from a small hole at the top at the highest point, which is quite elegant;

The decoration in the room is antique, with tassels on the curtains, thick carpets on the floor, exquisitely carved tables and chairs, and an incense burner not far away.

This kind of arrangement and decoration is enough to show that the owner of this room is an elegant scholar, perhaps a reclusive expert.

However, these things, in fact—

The curtains were torn, and red blood was splashed on the fragments of hanging cloth.

The carved wooden tables and chairs were overturned and broken into two pieces;

The incense burner in the distance was smashed, and the incense ash inside stained the ground.

The carpet under Chongyu's feet was originally white, but now most of it has been dyed red, and the red is gradually dyeing towards his feet, and it will soon touch his toes.

Glancing at his toes, Chong Yu slowly shifted his gaze to look at the two people who were seven or eight meters away from him.

These two people have been facing each other since he first woke up.

The man in black stepped on the man in white.

The man in white was in a state of distress, with many wounds on his body. He was stepped on his neck and couldn't move. He was lying on the ground with his head sideways, so Chongyu couldn't see his face, so he could only guess based on his figure that it was a man. .

The other person was dressed in black, his back was facing Chong Yu, but his relaxed body posture let Chong Yu know that this was a one-sided crush.

Chong Yu: "..."

Are the details in the dream so realistic?

Chong Yu blinked her eyes, the fire that was simmering in her stomach dissipated in no time, replaced by a thick panic.

He felt soreness around his eye sockets and a dull pain in his brain.

Suppressing the discomfort, Chongyu lowered his head, he wanted to see what kind of situation he was in now.

The liquid dripping from his forehead slid down, flowing down the bridge of his nose and past the corners of his eyes, dyeing Chong Yu's vision red.

Chongyu ignored the change in his field of vision, he let out a breath slowly, trying to analyze what is going on now...

It's a pity that all his senses were fogged, and even his thinking became much duller.

Chong Yu lowered his head. He glanced at his attire, and found that he was wearing a tight black ancient costume, with a sword at his waist, which was obviously an assassin's equipment.

And as he lowered his head, a strand of black hair fell into his field of vision, and he dazedly reached out to grab it, only to find that he was wearing something like a shackle on his left and right wrists.

Chong Yu:? ? ?

What made Chongyu even more terrified was that his hands were weak, and he lost his strength after lifting them up for a while, and at the moment when his hands were hanging down, he keenly saw that after the shackles slipped, where his wrists and arms were connected, It turned out to be a series of black stitches.

pins?Not flesh?

But... the hands can still move.

Chong Yu blinked slowly, trying to digest this fact.

This...Looking at the stitches on his wrist, no matter what, Chongyu couldn't convince himself that this was just a dream, or a joke.

Dreams have no sense of touch.

Dreams are not so detailed.

It was weird, everything was weird to the extreme.

Shocked by the sewn hand, Chongyu's mind went blank.

The red water droplets made a circle in Chong Yu's eye sockets, and then slowly seeped out from the eye sockets;

The drop of water slipped out from the eye socket and flowed down Chong Yu's cheek, leaving a bloodstain on his face.

A few seconds later, Chong Yu came back to his senses, the itchy touch on his cheek made Chong Yu subconsciously want to raise his hand to touch his face.

And when he raised his hand slightly, the alarm bells all over his body began to ring wildly. Out of amazing intuition, Chong Yu forcefully suppressed his urge to raise his hand to wipe his eyes, and he maintained the previous movement, motionless——

At the same time, there was an angry roar from the other side.

"Yuan Wuxin, how dare you..."

The man in white spat out a mouthful of blood, he roared angrily.

The man in black didn't wait for the man to finish speaking, and directly interrupted the man in white:

"Where is the glazed venetian lamp?"

The man in white was immediately trampled so hard that he couldn't breathe, his face turned red from white due to suffocation, he struggled with his hands to grab the foot on his neck.

After a few seconds, the man in black moved his foot away, and the man in white gasped in pain.

After a while, the man in white asked in a panicked and puzzled tone:

"What are you looking for for the glazed venetian lamp?"

The man in black didn't speak, he raised his foot, and it seemed that he was about to step on it.

"Wait, wait a minute!"

The man in white quickly said, "I know, I know, that lamp last appeared in Lingxian Pavilion!"

"Lingxian Pavilion?"

The man in black murmured the name, and then fell silent.

At the side, Chong Yu listened to the conversation between the two, and a turbulent sea was set off in his heart, and countless fears and doubts came to his heart.

Yuan Wuxin... Lingxian Pavilion...

Isn't this the character and a certain sect in the game he played?

He also crossed?

Wear it in the game? !

Or the game he just played with the be ending? !

After realizing this, Chong Yu shivered.

At the beginning, he was in the game, but he was so exciting and playful, so he was evaluated by the npc as both good and evil, with mixed moods.

What's worse is that the person called "Yuan Wuxin" just now...

Yuan Wuxin... Yuan Wuxin...

Yuan Wuxin? !

If he remembered correctly, in the game world, at the end of the game, Yuan Wuxin was not only his mortal enemy, but also the master of the demon world.

'system?game interface? gm?customer service? ? ? ? '

Chongyu still maintained his standing posture, he lowered his eyes, trying to avoid Yuan Wuxin in an "invisible" ostrich way.

In the game, because he played too much, when he died, the character's body was torn apart.

Who is he now?

To be precise, who is his current body?

Set in the game world, Yuan Wuxin is suspicious and holds grudges. If Yuan Wuxin knows that he has "alive", based on his status as a "mortal enemy", Yuan Wuxin may directly chop him up.

Even if you travel through time, how can there be such a "fairy" start?

However, except for his own voice in his head, Chong Yu waited for nothing.

The strong sense of uneasiness made Chongyu's heart beat faster, and he was a little at a loss. He wanted to concentrate and analyze the current situation, including who he was, but the more anxious he was, the more he couldn't concentrate.

"tick"

The water drops continued to fall on Chongyu's head.

Chongyu didn't care, and didn't dare to move.

His head hurt more and more, and he even felt that when the inconspicuous water drop fell on him, it was already a huge rock.

Just when Chongyu was in a daze, someone stood beside Chongyu, and then tore off his shirt with a rude movement.

"Shoot-"

Accompanied by the sound of the cloth being torn, Chong Yu shuddered and quickly sobered up. As soon as he looked up, he saw Yuan Wuxin's face.

Chong Yu: "..."

The chaotic thoughts returned instantly.

Chong Yu looked at the face of the person in front of him, and his thoughts went blank for a moment.

When playing the game back then, the faces of the characters in the game were blurred through a screen, but at this moment, Chong Yu recognized at a glance that this person was indeed Yuan Wuxin in the game.

There is a subtle, identical feeling.

But why is he tearing my clothes off? !

Chong Yu was a little dazed, and he looked down at his naked upper body again, not understanding what Yuan Wuxin was thinking.

In the game, his relationship with Yuan Wuxin is not good.

In other words, it can be described as bad.

When the two met in the later period, they were almost in an endless state. He didn't think that Yuan Wuxin would do anything good to him now.

What's more, now, Yuan Wuxin is wearing a black outfit, with silver armor on his left and right arms, black hair and red pupils, and a not-so-obvious red magic mark under the corners of his eyes, with an impatient expression.

Chong Yu resisted the movement to cover.

If I remember correctly...

Yuan Wuxin, a mixed blood demon, had no magic marks under the corners of his eyes when he played the ending.

Chongyu noticed that Yuan Wuxin in front of him was completely demonized at this moment.

It seems that in the game, he made a wrong choice to throw Yuan Wuxin into Huangquandao. By doing so, he activated the blood in Yuan Wuxin's body.

Gee.

Chongyu felt a little regretful. At that time, he should have hacked Yuan Wuxin to death with a single knife, instead of being curious for a moment, choosing to save his hand and kick the seriously injured Yuan Wuxin down the road to the underworld.

What happened next was even more beyond Chong Yu's imagination.

I saw Yuan Wuxin put his hands on the shoulders of Chongyu's body, and then, with force——

"clatter"

After a soft sound, Chong Yu saw that his two arms had been removed.

At that moment, Chong Yu was so frightened that his pupils shrank suddenly.

Both arms were taken off, but Chongyu didn't feel any pain.

And he didn't bleed.

In the next second, Chong Yu saw that Yuan Wunan Fengxin turned around, went to grab the other two bloody arms, and then walked towards him.

Chong Yu had already held his breath.

If he read correctly, these two arms were taken from the man in white, right? !

This, what is this for?

Chongyu's heart was beating more and more violently, his ears were filled with the sound of rumbling heartbeats, his head was dizzy badly, his eyes were dark, and he could only rely on his only reason to force himself to stand still.

Yuan Wuxin didn't notice anything strange about the puppet.

He stepped forward, carefully studied the gap in the puppet's arm, and then pressed the bloody arm into the gap.

At the same time, Chongyu felt a burning pain in his arm, and he was almost so hurt that he couldn't maintain the expression on his face, but out of an amazing desire to survive, Chongyu clenched his teeth , pretending to be expressionless.

After a few seconds, Yuan Wuxin withdrew his hand, took out a white handkerchief from nowhere, and was about to wipe the blood on his hand.

As soon as he looked up, Yuan Wuxin noticed that there was a not-so-obvious red mark on the puppet's face.

The pale face of this body is purely a piece of silent ice, therefore, the appearance of this red bloodstain is as dazzling as the sudden red plum in the snowy sky.

But now, this bloodstain is like... the blood and tears shed by the body in front of him.

Yuan Wuxin paused, he wiped his hands casually, then grabbed the corner of the handkerchief, and pressed it heavily on the bloodstain on the puppet's face.

While rubbing the bloodstains roughly, he mocked:

"You still cry?"

How could Chongyu manage this issue.

The pain in his arm made his brain, which was not very bright, numb. Chongyu didn't even care whether he would be exposed. Driven by curiosity, he turned his head slightly and glanced at his shoulder blade——

Another arm was attached there, and there was a strange red spell around the joint, but the flesh was really connected.

Of course, because it was someone else's arm, there was a circle of blood on his broken arm.

If he hadn't seen Yuan Wuxin take someone else's arm to connect it with his own eyes, and at the same time there was a circle of red spells and blood stains at the junction of his arm, it would have been as if this arm was his in the first place.

This kind of thing is simply too challenging for cognition.

Chong Yu's eyes darkened, and finally passed out with satisfaction.