Please breed an escape boss! [unlimited]

Yin Changxia had already made such a plan?

That sense of powerlessness swept over Bo Linfeng again, causing him to sink into the bottomless deep sea, and gradually drowned with his limbs limp.

He couldn't even utter a rebuttal, just because he was also infected by Yin Changxia at this moment.

"Struggling... Zhican?"

"Wouldn't you be ridiculed for rolling feebly in the muddy water?"

"you……"

Know what sacrifices are required to affirm such a thing?

Bo Linfeng's throat moved slightly, and he swallowed back all the words he wanted to say.

Presumably, Yin Changxia dared to say these words, and he already had the courage to bear it.

If it was him, could it be done?

Bo Linfeng seems to be walking in a vast fog, he can't even see himself clearly, he can never find his direction, let alone lead the player where to go.

Bo Linfeng suddenly recalled many past events——

After meeting Pei Zheng and Yin Changxia, Bo Linfeng found the answer with great difficulty, which was to make Yin Changxia and Pei Zheng, who were mentally and physically strong, the pillars of their new home.

He thought he was leading the crowd.

Thinking about it the other way around, Pei Zheng and Yin Changxia still gave him hope.

He just...

puppet.

Bo Linfeng looked at the ruler in the sky with a pale face, feeling unprecedented ferocity, and understood that what he did was all deliberately guided by this thing.

He only obeys the rules, while Yin Changxia breaks the rules.

Naturally, his plans would be shattered.

However, at that moment, it seemed that what was shattered was not the plan, but his entire soul.

In an instant, an area was covered with spider silk.

The little spider crawled in the yellow sand and swallowed all the bones buried inside in one gulp.

Jiang Tingyun: "So...your weapon...was made by your ancestor...bones...?"

The tombs were not piled up successfully.

Large tombs are stacked on top of small tombs, so that the prey trapped inside will be completely buried.

What a vicious move.

Jiang Tingyun burped, and looked at Yin Changxia with bright eyes: "Xia... Xia..."

Fan Ye and Luo Li were dying in the haunted house, seeing this scene could not help but feel chills.

The once vicious Jiang Tingyun, the desperate Jiang Tingyun, the hysterical Jiang Tingyun...

Are you stupid now?

Fan Ye muttered, "It must be an act."

What's cute?

Surrounded by little spiders, this kind of cuteness is too scary.

However, Yin Changxia responded to him: "Small stammer, I leave my teammates to you."

Jiang Tingyun: "Don't worry..."

He patted his chest.

Fan Ye: "..."

Everyone: "..."

It's been a long time since I saw such a 'docile' Jiang Tingyun.

Of course, this meekness is only for Yin Changxia.

Yin Changxia's side temporarily controlled the situation. He wanted to force Bo Linfeng to submit, destroy his psychological defense bit by bit, and let him taste the bitter fruit of himself, but he didn't expect that there was no movement now.

Yin Changxia frowned, time was indeed running out.

"You don't have any hole cards in your hand, Bo Linfeng."

Bo Linfeng slowly raised his head in the huge spider web, his eyes were lifeless and without light.

Bo Linfeng was about to speak, but something happened again——

The red silk falling to the ground, the metamorphic blood vessels, everything seemed so terrified.

In the distant area, horrified shouts broke out, which was the confusion and bewilderment of the players when they saw this situation.

The truth is fully revealed in front of everyone.

Not only District [-], but also District [-], District [-], District [-]... and even all players in District [-] have noticed this scene.

"What the hell is this!?"

"Vessels... oh my god!"

"It's disgusting, get out of the way, don't, don't get close!"

Such screams came from all directions, forming a pervasive lament.

Bo Linfeng stopped his resistance, his pupils were fixed on the clock over there.

At last……

3 minutes.

The huge blood vessels made of red silk are connected to nutrients, and this piece of corrupted land will become the internal organs of the ruler.

All players who are active in it will also be sent into their mouths by it.

The beam of light has shed its gorgeous shell and turned into mouthparts that are catching players.

All of a sudden, mourning beaks continued.

"Woooooooo..."

"Help!!"

"Don't eat me, ahhh!"

The homeland has completely turned into hell. Teammates call teammates, relatives call relatives, lovers call lovers, and that kind of mournful sound is distributed in every corner of the homeland.

And all the players are nothing but the 'human sacrifice' it came to the world.

With such a huge nourishment, it can start to invade the real world through this place.

This is, spiritual recovery.

The players in the second district who were being sheltered in the haunted house trembled and yelled out short distress words, but there was no more sound.

Some players who broke free could only go to the first area against Bo Linfeng's order.

They are a group selected by Bo Linfeng. After all, the new homeland can only exist in one area, and the players in the second area are the only survivors of the new homeland.

However, they couldn't take care of that much at the moment, and broke into the first area just to ask for help and survive.

Those squirming mouthparts swallowed the player's body to a greater extent.

Their eye sockets were hot and humid, but there was nothing they could do.

"How did it become like this?"

"What about the new home that Team Bo talked about? We've waited so long, why, why?"

It turns out that everything they did, life and death, was just the prologue of the next great tragedy.

How small.

Cao Deng smiled badly, lying on the inside of the haunted house, clenched his hands tightly, with bulging veins: "What should I do? I didn't understand what Team Bo said until I saw this."

Miracles are only a few.

That wasn't timidity at all, but an understanding of where he was.

can only...

Use this method to save the fewest people.

After all, only one area of ​​the new home is reserved!

Bo Linfeng knelt down on one knee, shouted with dull eyes, "It's finally over."

[laugh……]

The laughter made Bo Linfeng pull out of his thoughts suddenly, and looked at the source of the laughter.

More red silk became blood vessels, and the beam of light faded away from its beautiful golden color, and a thin skin grew. When swallowing the player's body, it was like a python devouring a much larger prey.

One by one, the bulges are sliding up along the mouthparts.

More and more images of the ruler emerged, passed through the darkness, and were about to land like a meteorite.

A sense of fear arises spontaneously.

Everyone's teeth trembled, watching this scene in shock.

"This thing...is scary."

"Look at the land touched by its blood vessels! Why is the first district changing?"

"The exposed... is still beating... Could it be that it wants to assimilate the homeland into internal organs?"

Countless discussions sounded.

Every sentence intensified the horror.

Yin Changxia's expression was condensed. Although the Haunted House Shelter was the least affected, it did not mean that he was completely unaffected.

The underfoot has become a warm and soft touch. If you accidentally step on a place that has just been assimilated, you can still feel the beating feeling of the ground.

Skin trembling, numerous goosebumps.

This is...

The coming of the old day ruler?

Yin Changxia suddenly looked over there: "Bo Linfeng, keep fighting with me!"

Bo Linfeng: "..."

He asked self-deprecatingly: "It's such a time, yet you still think about it."

Yin Changxia: "Our bet!"

Bo Linfeng's pupils tightened, and he immediately understood.

They have been powerless to change anything, beyond that, nothing more.

Bo Linfeng said in a deep voice, "Then... change the bet."

Yin Changxia: "Tell me."

Bo Linfeng: "The loser will not only hand over all the core of the game, but also automatically become the new home."

This was originally the condition proposed by Yin Changxia himself, but Yin Changxia was afraid that Bo Linfeng would not agree, so he simply wanted the core of the game.

Today, the conditions of the two are finally equal.

Yin Changxia: "Good!"

He agreed very quickly, without any hesitation.

The people in the haunted house, who were holding back their fear, couldn't help but see their eyes becoming moist and hot after hearing this sentence.

"Brother Xia..."

"Damn, why do we have no strength now!"

After finally dissolving Bo Linfeng to such an extent, when he was about to win a complete victory, he was forced to agree to such a request.

He is fighting for everyone.

The scene became worse and worse, not only the dead were swallowed, those mouthparts gradually turned their attention to the living.

Yin Changxia's back was tense: "Do it, there is no time!"

The two were about to confront each other, but the ground trembled violently.

Boom—_—!

An extremely powerful heartbeat sounded.

Both Yin Changxia and Bo Linfeng shook their bodies, almost fell to the ground, and looked at the ground solemnly.

Boom, boom, boom.

Every time the heart beats, there will be no small tremors on the ground.

If it beats completely and coherently, it will probably form a dense earthquake.

[Finally... my, heart. ]

Both of them heard this sentence in their minds.

They couldn't even continue the battle, and the huge pressure surged over like a monstrous sea wave.

Bo Linfeng looked ugly, and his back was bent unconsciously.

more and more desperate.

Was suppressed out of breath.

He was like an ant that was crushed, his body was divided into two halves, the lower half was pressed by the giant ruler with his thumb, while the upper half struggled desperately.I can't die if I want to die, only the pathetic, weak, and comical survival instinct remains.

When Bo Linfeng fell into the shadows, he heard a sound that seemed to come from between his teeth——

"I don't kneel..."

Yin Changxia was panting heavily, his breathing became more and more rapid, his legs were facing each other, but he never bent down

"I don't kneel! I will never kneel!"

Yin Changxia looked at the thing above, which was about to be oppressed, and the corner of his mouth was already filled with blood, and he mocked proudly: "I have seen this level of oppression and fear too much in various games, do you think I will make a fuss?" ?”

Qikong's blood is getting more and more.

Yin Changxia was crushed extremely severely.

"Why should I be afraid of you?"

Bo Linfeng stared at him blankly, and suddenly understood the difference between him and himself.

It's courage.

He has known too much despair before, and it has long been like a pool of stagnant water.

And Yin Changxia was still boiling.

Bo Linfeng's heart was clenched, never before had he been hit like this moment.

Yin Changxia's actions were more enthusiastic and ferocious than any sword slashing, knife stabbing, or roasting.

Hit him so simply and brutally.

The kneeling self, and Yin Changxia who didn't kneel.

Bo Linfeng turned his stiff head with a gloomy face, looked at his bent knees, and suddenly felt an unprecedented sense of shame.

He finally understood Yin Changxia's words.

I thought...

That's just empty talk. When the facts come, Yin Changxia will definitely follow his body's instincts and react the same as him.

But Yin Changxia... always follow through to the end.

Bo Linfeng stared at him for too long, and suddenly punched himself on the knee: "Damn it!"

As if attacking the enemy.

Yin Changxia: "...!"

He was fighting against the thing above with all his heart and soul. He couldn't see Bo Linfeng's movement, but heard the sound of punching.

The two were at odds with each other at first, but at this time...

understood each other.

Bo Linfeng suddenly looked up at the sky. For the first time, he felt that this thing wasn't that scary. It was only because every time he looked at it, he had to raise his head humbly, which made him create a golden body of fear for it.

Like gods and Buddhas.

He used to never understand that the night is dark, how could it be lit by a firefly?

tenth……?

District Ten...?

Bo Linfeng suddenly understood, presumably this is the role of the ten A-level players.

The ninth is destruction, and the tenth is salvation.

"Perhaps...you can really be saved." Bo Linfeng mocked himself in a low voice, as if he was under a huge weight.

Losing the core of the game, apart from Yin Changxia, there will be no A-level players in the homeland.

But only this way.

Bo Linfeng looked at the contract, his eyes were bloodshot.

Bo Linfeng raised his head abruptly, and shouted at the ruler, "How is it? Didn't you get what you wanted in the end?"

The bug's struggle is also a struggle.

He too is about to turn into a firefly.

With all his strength, Bo Linfeng bit his own finger and pressed it on the contract.

Only a few strands of red silk came down, but they hadn't had time to fall completely.

still have a chance!

Bo Linfeng stood up tremblingly: "Would you like to join hands with me to cut off these connected blood vessels?"

Yin Changxia: "Bo... Linfeng? What do you want to do? What about our bet?"

Bo Linfeng: "You won."

All the core of the game flew to Yin Changxia, this was the answer given by Bo Linfeng.

Yin Changxia didn't fight him, but it was better than fighting him.

In fact, he had already retreated steadily, but he was holding on and wanted to give himself a result.

After hearing this sentence, the players in the haunted house all came out from inside.

With the last bit of strength left, let's burn to the end in this long dark night!

Respect their brilliant struggle!

In groups of two, everyone ran towards the blood vessel that had fallen to the ground, picked up the weapon in their hand and began to stab at it.

At the same time, Tang Qize and Fu Wanqing also arrived here.

Not only that, but Jiang Tingyun also started to attack.

Bo Linfeng: "..."

Seeing this scene, he had mixed feelings.

Fu Wanqing and him were separated by a sea of ​​blood and deep feud, but he suppressed all his emotions and was fighting with the blood vessels.

He wanted to abandon the remaining nine districts and create a new home.

Yin Changxia wants to get all the game cores and save the old homeland.

That's the difference.

Bo Linfeng threw the umbrella bone into Shi Jun's hand, and felt the difference more and more: "This is the last umbrella bone left from your load, there is no need to keep it in my hands."

It was an impact on the meaning of one's own existence.

Shi Jun took the umbrella bone silently, but did not express any thanks.

Bo Linfeng didn't need it, and neither did he.

The two sides teamed up and rushed forward, intending to cut off the red silk that turned into blood vessels.

Blood flowed outward, staining the land of District One red.

Bo Linfeng looked at Yin Changxia in the middle. He had closed his eyes, as if he was communicating with something.

fair enough.

Open it up for him!

Opening up for him is opening up for all players!

While attacking, Bo Linfeng shouted——

"The ruler keeps asking us to create new homes, leaving one area at a time and destroying the remaining nine areas."

"If hope is not completely destroyed, there will be far more players, and the number of games will be expanded one by one."

"Gradually, the number of games will increase to the point where it is difficult to estimate."

"This is proliferation."

There's no time, otherwise he wouldn't be so nonsense in battle.

"Above grade B field, all have the attribute of proliferation."

"not to mention……"

"Homeland has always been an A-level game."

"I gamified my home in order to preserve this attribute."

Sooner or later, the home will decay.

Like the tenth district that was destroyed in half.

Everyone thought that Bo Linfeng was the one who caused all these evil results. It was he who turned the homeland into a game, which made the tenth district look like that.

It was not until today that they realized that Bo Linfeng was not despicable and wanted to destroy their homeland.

Instead, he took a risk and took a big shot.

Only by retaining the proliferation attribute can one area gradually expand to five, eight... or even ten areas after the new home is born.

——Rebuild a new home.

Vessels have been cut and connections destroyed.Fortunately, the first area has the highest terrain, and it is the fastest place to reach. It only needs to cut off the connection points in the first area, and the rest of the area will be gone.

Everyone was exhausted, their eyes were black and they were about to lose strength.

It takes a lot more energy to resist this thing than they imagined.

That fear alone would overwhelm them.

Fortunately, I have already experienced it once in the haunted house, so I won't be ashamed to fall down immediately.

They will not throw away their armor.

[00:00:30. ]

The last 30 seconds?

Bo Linfeng stood in the cold wind, half of his body was covered in blood.

Those are not the blood of the ruler, but the blood of the dead players.

He used to cast his body with laden iron to make it hard, but now he poured hot blood from moxibustion heat to make it completely soft.

"I, Bo Linfeng, am willing to be my new home."

The thing above let out a shriek, as if something that had been planned for a long time, was angry that it fell short.

Yin Changxia had already finished preparations when he heard Bo Linfeng's voice.

So heavy, but he chose to speak in the lightest tone.

The game cores of the ten A-level players were all gathered in the hands of Yin Changxia.

Although other players also have some, but the core of the game must be in the hands of A-level players to take effect.

Creating new games is the prerogative of A-level players.

A sense of sadness rose in Yin Changxia's heart, and he looked at the haunted house that was extremely similar to the ruler. Probably only by using it can he fight against the ruler.

"Player Yin Changxia, volunteered to donate the things."

"With the new top ten games—"

"Support Xin, Home, Garden!"

All the players were watching this scene with waves surging in their hearts.

Xia Yulan lost his strength again and fell heavily on the ground, but couldn't help showing a smile.

This is to turn all the areas of the homeland into Yin Changxia's exclusive and controllable game area.

From now on, the homeland is just a game created by Yin Changxia.

This kind of thing that had never been tried before was gradually concretized in the hands of Yin Changxia.

Bo Linfeng's body was blurring, and after hearing Yin Changxia's words, he couldn't help but smile lightly.

His bones, flesh and blood were all broken up and gradually wrapped into a steel shell, like a rising star, becoming the surround screen of the new game hall.

Power back on, light pollution on—

Bo Linfeng stood in the center of the old homeland, filling the huge depression caused by the disappearance of the game hall when the old homeland was corrupted.

That was the heart of the old home.

Even if Bo Linfeng didn't turn his old homeland into a game, it wouldn't last long.

just now……

is rejuvenated.

Everything started to change.

The ruler is very unwilling and still wants to stay in the first area.

The red silk and beams of light landed more and more on the ground, as if they were struggling for the last time.

Those wriggling blood vessels and mouthparts are more shocking than anything else at first glance, and carry a mysterious and frightening sense of oppression.

Just watching is extremely difficult, not to mention struggling against the law.

However, this place has been counted as a new home, full of new vitality, and no longer disturbed.

"I leave it to you, Yin Changxia..."

After Bo Linfeng's mission was over, he handed over to Yin Changxia.

As the core of the haunted house, it supports everything.

The game cores of the ten A-level players, in combinations of three and three, began to fly to every area of ​​the old homeland.

Yin Changxia was like a machine processing huge data, with no sadness or joy on his face, stuck in his own mind.

"He's actually creating ten games at the same time!"

"Perhaps in the future it will no longer be Yin Changxia, an A-level player, but Yin Changxia, the designer of the homeland game."

Everyone was scarred and couldn't help but smile at each other.

They can't wait to see that dawn.

Countless emotions are intertwined in their hearts like streams converging into the sea, making them not only have longing, but also some fear,

but more...

The choking up of witnessing the impossible become possible.

The sky gradually became higher and farther away, and as the thing went up, it was more like driving it out of here.

It still wanted to make trouble, but because the blood vessels at the connection point were cut off, it was ultimately powerless and defeated.

[A new game has been formed. ]

The sky is shining, and the dawn is coming.

After the game time cleared, everything was solid.

[Congratulations to player Yin Changxia for successfully clearing the level A game 'Homeland'. ]

There was a long silence.

What followed was loud cheers.

"Survived... Ha!"

"Finally won, we won!!!"

The too long battle has exhausted them, so when this victory comes, it will be so precious.

Everyone had smiles and excitement on their faces.

The haunted house became one of the largest buildings standing in the district.

This is the core of ten games, and no player can destroy it.

Shi Yao moved to Yin Changxia's side: "Brother Xia, we can return to the real world!"

However, Yin Changxia never responded, and her smile froze in place for a moment.

what happened?

As the designer, Yin Changxia has not been able to regain consciousness for a long time.

[ghost...]

[Filling ten games. ]

[Cannot be set to full security area. ]

[Too many games...too little time...ten, all empty shells. ]

what happened?

Why did Yin Changxia's voice appear directly in their minds?

Shi Yao soon understood that maybe not only her, but all the players in the homeland heard this voice.

Just as the game directly conveyed information to them back then, Yin Changxia can do the same.

No wonder they feel that they are against the law. The game sometimes harms them and sometimes saves them.

At the beginning of the game, there are two dials!

One wave is the old rulers above, who want to come to the world through the players; the other wave is the players who turned into games, who are constantly conveying information to them while being restrained by the rulers.

then--

Then something completely different emerged.

Abyss and Salvation.

Dominate and struggle.

But now, they are in the game designed by Yin Changxia, so they can naturally hear Yin Changxia's voice.

Zong Tan came out from his right hand and returned to that body.

The player number on his chest has not been taken back by the ruler.

He has the identity of a player.

But now he is just a soul body, after leaving that body, he cannot enter again.

"It doesn't matter. The current game is just an empty shell. Next, it will be filled by their hands."

Zong Tan's face became ugly, and he felt extremely afraid in his heart, "You have done well enough."

If this continues, what will happen to Yin Changxia?

Overdraft... Excessive?

Zong Tan was flustered like never before, even though the chains had already been stretched out in the haunted house to bring him to the room where the murderous coffin was stored, Zong Tan did not take any action.

He just looked at Yin Changxia with fear on his face, afraid that he would miss any slight changes in Yin Changxia.

As a ghost king, how could he be afraid?

unprecedented.

However, because of Yin Changxia, this cowardly feeling appeared in Zong Tan's body time and time again.

He is only timid for one person.

Shi Yao also hurriedly said, "Yes, Brother Xia."

Yin Changxia didn't continue to insist. Although ten games were created at the same time, there was only one empty shell left, and everything was not perfect.

When Yin Changxia regained consciousness, he felt unprecedentedly tired.

One second before he was about to fall asleep, he saw the dawn in the sky and the bloody faces of all his companions.

At least……

He doesn't want to die.

His Zong Tan, if he is really going to die, what should he do?

He will go crazy.

unprecedented pain.

Yin Changxia desperately desires——

want to survive.

It doesn't matter who, let him humble and pray, let him survive.

Excessive consumption should be replaced by time.

Yin Changxia struggled not to lose consciousness, his eyes filled with tears.But now that Zong Tan is a soul body, he can't even do a simple hug.

Until the end, Yin Changxia firmly held his right hand with his left hand, but fell into a deep sleep in an instant.

—

This sleep lasted for two years.

Yin Changxia sensed a ray of sunlight from the too-soaked darkness, but it didn't even have the slightest temperature, like an untouchable dream.

He trembled his fingers and heard a voice from nowhere.

Like... Uncle Ren?

Uncle Ren's expression was extremely distressed: "Jiang Tingyun, don't rely on your mental retardation and always steal food from little spiders! You swallowed all the little devils I managed to catch!"

"Xia...Xia, I'm still awake."

Jiang Tingyun shouted aggrievedly, "Hungry."

Uncle Ren: "It's the third time. It's only three times. How can I forgive you!"

Jiang Tingyun gritted his teeth and ran to Yin Changxia's room: "If you...are not... Xia Xia's acquaintance... then I will eat...you."

Uncle Ren had blue veins on his forehead: "Have you learned how to threaten people now?"

He remembered the scene when he met Yin Changxia two years ago——

Those people almost carried Yin Changxia to his home and told Uncle Ren what happened.

The spiritual recovery has not been completely suppressed, and there are still some small signs.

It's just that the big flame has been extinguished by Yin Changxia.

Uncle Ren was shocked when he heard it, and was terrified.

From then on, Uncle Ren began to take care of Yin Changxia, and by the way began to return to his old job of catching ghosts and killing ghosts in the real world.

However, it didn't take long for him to discover...

This kid Jiang Tingyun is entangled.

After that battle, except for Jiang Tingyun, who had a body, who was still awake, the rest of the ghosts fell into a deep sleep.

Uncle Ren was scared at first. Although he was also called a big boss in the Taoist sect, in front of the half ghost king, he was the younger brother who brought tea and water, and he could be dealt with with one finger.

But gradually, Uncle Ren suddenly discovered that Jiang Tingyun couldn't hurt him.

From Shi Yao's mouth, Uncle Ren learned about Lu Ziheng's re-choice to be a coffin bearer, so he guessed that this was probably the reason.

Uncle Ren smoked dry tobacco all night, and then he didn't say anything, but kept sighing while touching an old photo.

Then, when he saw Jiang Tingyun's expression, he was no longer so trembling.

However, Jiang Tingyun really looks like a debt collector!

"What are you showing off? I just scolded you a few times. As for?"

Uncle Ren walked to Yin Changxia's bed, picked up the dry tobacco and hit the bed twice, and the ash inside fell down.

Uncle Ren sighed, and the atmosphere suddenly dropped to freezing point: "Xiao Qi has been here for two years, and I don't know when I will wake up."

Jiang Tingyun called out pitifully, "Xia...Xia, I'm hungry."

Uncle Ren: "..."

I have to yell it every day, and it's not too annoying.

But Uncle Ren understood that Jiang Tingyun only had such little thinking ability now, this was his way of calling Yin Changxia to wake up quickly.

"Maybe……"

Uncle Ren's face was full of pain, "Xiao Qi can't wake up."

He couldn't say this in front of Zong Tan.

Yin Changxia's physical condition is not suitable to stay in the game anymore, those things are eating away at him.

He went from only enshrining the fierce coffin to the whole game, which was a huge burden on his body.

The only comfort is that the game can run on its own, although not much, it can occasionally bring Yin Changxia some positive life surplus.

Yin Changxia had already fallen into a coma, so naturally he couldn't let his body deteriorate any further.

After Zong Tan left the body that Yin Changxia created for him, he couldn't re-enter. He could only guard his home as a game boss and was bound by the haunted house.

They cannot see each other.

Uncle Ren's eyes flickered, and he occasionally remembered the appearance of Zong Tan in Shi Yao's description.

It's so lifeless... it's shocking.

It's like a dry desert, without any vitality, and even calling him a few times occasionally, he is silent.

"Xiao Qi can't wake up again, it's not us who can't hold on first, I'm afraid it's Zong Tan..."

As soon as he finished speaking, he saw Yin Changxia flicked his fingers a few more times.

Uncle Ren: "!!!"

Uncle Ren jumped up immediately, not even caring that his fingers were burned by soot.

Although he was slapped in the face by Yin Changxia's reaction just after he finished that sentence, he felt comfortable and happy to be slapped.

Uncle Ren: "Xiao Qi, are you conscious?"

Uncle Ren stood beside the bed nervously, holding his breath, lest he breathe too loudly.

However, after that, Yin Changxia couldn't wait for any reaction, as if the reaction just now was just a phantom.

Uncle Ren was a little discouraged, sat up straight, kept yelling and smoked cigarettes one by one, his expression was full of melancholy, "It seems that I thought too much, it has been two years, how could I suddenly wake up?" .”

dong dong dong.

There was a quick knock on the door outside.

After hearing the noise outside, Uncle Ren got up tiredly.

"Ouch, that boy Zheng Xuanhai is here again?"

Uncle Ren turned his head and told Jiang Tingyun: "It's still the same, if there is any movement from Xiao Qi, please tell me immediately."

Jiang Tingyun nodded half-understanding.

Uncle Ren: "..."

Even though he was a little worried, he still walked out of the room first.

When looking at the horizon, the sunset has covered a large area.

Autumn has not yet passed, the maple leaves are all red, and the ground is covered with a layer of hoarfrost.

Layers and layers of gaudy build up, sooner or later decaying into sludge-like hues before winter.

Zheng Xuanhai stood at the door, with a deep scar on the side of his face, his hair was cut very short, and his tall figure blocked the light from the door, making him look extremely oppressive.

In just two years, he has already begun to show coercion.

"How is he?"

Uncle Ren was full of bitterness: "...Well, I didn't wake up."

Zheng Xuanhai: "..."

As long as this topic is mentioned, there is nothing but silence.

After a brief conversation, Uncle Ren received another call from Shi Yao.

This is always the case during this time, either this or that, observing Yin Changxia's movements all the time.

While greeting Zheng Xuanhai to enter the house, Uncle Ren said to Shi Yao on the phone: "Don't worry, it's fine. You still have work to do, trust me to take care of it."

Uncle Ren was talking on the phone, and when he walked into Yin Changxia's room, he saw only a mess of blankets and Yin Changxia who had long since disappeared.

Uncle Ren opened his eyes wide, and pointed his fingers tremblingly forward: "Xiao... Xiaoqi!"

Shi Yao's puzzled voice came from the phone: "Uncle Ren, what's wrong?"

Uncle Ren: "Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!"

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Yin Changxia walked all the way up the mountain in a daze, the night was about to overwhelm the Cangxia, and it was about to completely darken.

His body is too weak, but he just wants to go to that place.

——where the haunted house is located.

Jiang Tingyun was still foolishly following around him, as if he hadn't realized Yin Changxia's waking up at all.

He looked left and right, focused and serious.

This scorching sight made Yin Changxia stop, and asked helplessly, "What's wrong?"

Jiang Tingyun: "Ah! It's really... Xia Xia!"

Yin Changxia laughed out loud: "Hahahaha."

The short-circuited Jiang Tingyun is really cute.

But thinking of Jiang Tingyun's determination and despair after recovering his memory, Yin Changxia looked at him deeply: "Do you still want to recover your memory?"

Jiang Tingyun said innocently and eagerly, "I want to."

Obsession will not stop.

So as long as Jiang Tingyun didn't die completely, he would be hurt over and over again in this tragic cycle.

This is already the second cycle.

Yin Changxia made a deep promise: "Then I... will definitely protect you."

Jiang Tingyun didn't quite understand, but he was willing to trust Yin Changxia.

Those black and white pupils were full of Yin Changxia's appearance at the moment.

He suddenly stretched out his hand.

Yin Changxia was slightly startled, subconsciously wanting to hide.

However, thinking of the current Jiang Tingyun, he no longer has any aggressiveness towards him, and he laughed at himself thinking that this is probably post-war stress disorder.

Only then did Yin Changxia realize that his tense nerves had not been relaxed.

Jiang Tingyun: "Xia... Xia... are you crying?"

Yin Changxia: "I didn't cry."

But when he responded to this sentence, tears were streaming down his face.

Some people were saved, and some people were not saved.

The mountains and plains are full of broken red, which is the broken shadow left by autumn, maybe it is really about to enter winter.

Yin Changxia silently wiped away his tears, and a sad sound came out of his throat.

There was the sound of leaves beating in the wind. It sounded like a dirge, and I didn't know who it was mourning.

After a long time, he raised his head and squeezed the painful tears into hard