Paranoid Beauty reigns supreme at Infinite Game

My prey is not alive.

Yan Kong's eyes were too hot, even if Zhu Chang'an turned his back to him, he could feel it.

He opened the information panel, stared at the remarks behind the common name, and suddenly smiled.

"My surname is Luo." Using the common name does not mean that the full name must be used.

Yan Kong opened his mouth slightly, waiting for him to say his name, but Zhu Changan no longer spoke.

"Gone?"

Zhu Changan glanced at Yan Kong lightly, "It's gone."

Yan Kong was shocked by the coldness in his eyes, obediently swallowed his curiosity, closed his mouth tightly, and stood upright like a wooden stake.

It's definitely not his illusion, just now Zhu Chang'an's eyes seemed to say "you're gone".

The player's various common names are the only thing that can entertain the public in this grotesque game world. Fortunately, his common name is the same as his real name.

In contrast, Zhu Chang'an's reaction was obviously of the type with a bad common name.

Yan Kong secretly laughed in his heart.

To defeat the strong, often only one name is needed.

"The room on the left has only one bed, so you can figure it out. I'm going to eat...not for you."

Ignoring Yan Kong's eager eyes, the old man walked straight into the kitchen.

Yan Kong sniffed, then smacked his lips regretfully, "Brother, I have bread here, which is also delicious."

Zhu Changan didn't take the bread from Yan Kong, but stared at Yan Kong who was drooling with interest.

"Do you want to eat her food?"

Yan Kong swallowed, "Can you?"

Zhu Changan chuckled, walked to the kitchen door curtain, gently opened it, and Yan Kong looked in through the gap.

The old man turned his back to them, holding a long spoon in his hand, scooped a spoonful of purple-red soup into the boiling cauldron, and drank it directly without fear of being hot, like a spoonful of gluttony. Drink it by the spoonful.

There seemed to be some meat inside, which was dyed purple by the soup.The old man's teeth were surprisingly good, and he swallowed it after chewing a few times.

Zhu Chang'an's index finger tightly pressed the three fingers on the back of Yan Kong's neck, and the pain caused him to cry out immediately.The old man was still drinking the soup without any reaction, and didn't care what happened outside.

"Do you still feel the smell?"

Yan Kong's physiological saline swirled in his eye sockets, and the swear words came to his lips, and he shifted his attention to the sense of smell after hearing the words.

He sniffed his nose violently, and the earthy and rancid smell filled his nose, causing his stomach to churn, Yan Kong leaned on the wall and retched.

Zhu Changan walked a little further away in disgust, and pushed open the door of the old man's room. The furnishings inside were also very simple, and the supplies were for one person, indicating that the old man lived alone.

There was nothing to prove the identity of the old man, only a few yellowed white papers and a broken pen in the dusty desk drawer.

With a pinch of Zhu Changan's fingers, a little confetti emerged from the rough paper. He frowned and put the pen and paper back.

When he returned to the hall, he saw that the sky outside was dark again, and it was estimated that it would be completely dark in another hour or two.His expression sank, and a chaotic picture flashed in his mind.

Zhu Chang'an suppressed the violent factor in his heart and Yan Kong simply solved the problem of feeding himself and then went out. He left the old man's house at a slightly faster pace and headed for the cemetery.

"What did that old woman eat? It's delicious, but why does it stink when you press my neck?"

Hearing this, Zhu Changan's eyes flickered slightly, "She drank corpse ghost soup, which was made with raw meat supplemented with evil spirits. According to "Qishan Secret Art", people who smelled corpse ghost soup for the first time felt that it was very fragrant. Press the three fingers below the neck to smell the original taste. Just one sip of this soup will become addictive, and if you drink too much, the seven souls and six souls will be damaged and become walking dead, but it can prolong life a little."

Yan Kong was dumbfounded, "Brother, how did you know?"

What did this man do before his life?

I wish Changan no words.

Ghoul soup is almost a daily meal for him.In order to make himself an obedient test subject, apart from other means, the old Taoist priest used most of them to be stuffed with ghost soup.

Therefore, he not only has to endure every painful experiment, but also finds a way to get rid of the addiction to ghoul soup.

Zhu Changan remembered the unbearable events of his life, and his stable mood suddenly fluctuated violently.

A thunderbolt suddenly exploded, startling Yan Kong a lot.

Yan Kong was startled by Lei, and when he muttered about the weird weather, he thought of another thing: "Brother, you asked me if I could cook, did you already know that the food here is not edible?"

Zhu Chang'an's tone was flat, "Isn't this obvious?"

They had already reached the village entrance, looked back at the village behind them, and said softly, "What do you think is missing in this village?"

Yan Kong heard the words and looked at the gloomy village. Because there were no lights, the whole village was covered with a gray and cold tone, except for the orange lights of Dai Dongliang's house.

He suddenly understood why a house with only light in a dark world not only does not feel warmth, but feels scary instead.

Because of silence.

Deathly silence.

Human beings live in groups, and it is enjoyable to be alone for a short time, but in an empty solitude, one can only feel endless desolation and fear.

"The writing on the outer wall of the old man's house is written in chicken blood, indicating that the village once raised livestock. But now the farmland in Xiuhua Village is barren and there are no living animals. These living people do not come out of the gate and refuse others to enter..."

Zhu Changan stared at Yan Kong who had already seen the key point and his expression was stiff, and smiled, "You said they were starved to death, what else could they rely on to satisfy their hunger?"

Yan Kong thought of the pieces of meat that the old woman ate, and filled his brain with some terrifying images, and was suddenly frightened into a cold sweat.

Normally in the game, he chooses the dungeon by himself. Before that, he has been in some zombie movies, just need to rush with no brains and force. It's not like this dungeon is full of thoughtful and terrifying plots.

He sneered a few times, and felt strange again, "Why don't they go out to look for food? Obviously there is a vegetable field in front of the house, and..."

If they really cannibalized human flesh, how could they refuse players who offered to send them to their door?

"You should ask anyone who would play outside alone in this situation."

Yan Kong followed Zhu Changan's footsteps and stopped abruptly, but the other party left without looking back.

When the large and small graves came into view, Yan Kong finally realized where he had followed Zhu Changan in a daze.

There are many trees on the mountain, and the dense leaves block the light, making it look even darker, but the rotten smell in the village has also eased a lot.

Yan Kong was surrounded by piles of graves in all directions, and scattered white and yellow paper money under his feet. He was short of breath, and hurriedly took out a bright flashlight, and followed Zhu Changan closely.

Zhu Changan walked in a hurry, stopping at every grave, carefully observing the tombstone in front of the grave, and then walked around the grave.

Until he stopped in front of a grave, the afterglow of the flashlight shone on his face, and the bloody face had an unusually cold expression, which made Yan Kong, who was about to speak, shut up instantly.

Yan Kong moved the light of the flashlight to the tombstone following his line of sight.

It was a tombstone made of wood, it was badly decayed, and the engraved words were a little scribbled, but it was still legible.

"The tomb of Zhang Gen's daughter, born on March [-], [-], died on March [-], [-]?"

The more Yan Kong spoke, his voice became softer, and he walked to the tombstone to check whether he had read it wrong.

"I don't even have a name. This, was this buried at birth?"

Zhu Changan raised his hand to touch the tombstone, and suddenly laughed, "Count it, how many tombs here are life and death."

Yan Kong didn't know why, but he did as he was told, and when he came back after scanning, his face was as ugly as Zhu Changan's, "There are more than a dozen."

They are all tombs of unnamed baby girls.

Zhu Chang'an sighed inexplicably, "It's a pity that I am too young to be resentful, otherwise how could this village survive until now."

He walked up the mountain without looking at the wooden monuments beside him, and he slowed down only after the graves around him changed from small to large, and the tombstones changed from wood to stone.

"These tombs all have names and surnames." But Yan Kong's complexion didn't improve because of this, on the contrary, he became more subtle after seeing that the names on the tombstones belonged to men.

Zhu Changan didn't find his goal until he reached the top of the mountain, and the rancid smell in the air seemed to intensify.

In front of him is a larger tomb than any other—the tomb of Dai Jiaquan's beloved daughter Dai Zhaodi.

Born on April 11, [-], died on March [-], [-] at the age of [-].

There are many scratches on the tombstone, large or small "bad breeds", "bad animals" and "heartless" scratches all over the surface of the stone tablet, showing no respect for the dead at all.

Zhu Chang'an was thoughtful when he saw these handwritings, and walked around to the side of the grave.It seems that some talisman paper was pasted on the top, but it is almost damaged now.

He picked up a fragment, and by Yan Kong's light, he saw that it was a fragment of a yellow talisman.

"Shine the light on the top of the grave."

There were mottled red imprints on the stone tomb bag, which were connected together to form a rectangle, and the inside was slightly covered by the talisman paper, but Zhu Changan still recognized it as the evil spirit talisman at a glance.

In addition, the rest of the blank area of ​​​​the tomb bag has been ruined by painting and painting.

Using the evil-suppressing talisman that can suppress ghosts from rebirth to deal with her own children is really worthy of being a "loved daughter".

"Brother, is there someone over there?"

Yan Kong's trembling voice interrupted Zhu Changan's thoughts, and he looked in the direction of Yan Kong's finger.

In the darkness where the strong light cannot reach, there is a large group of hazy figures walking swayingly, vaguely in the shape of a human being.

"No wonder it stinks, it turned out to be this bunch of trash."

Zhu Chang'an didn't want to get his hands dirty because of the useless evil spirit, so he took out the baseball bat that Yan Kong gave him on the way.

"Break their hands and feet. Finish it before it's completely dark, or I'm afraid you will be in a little danger."

Zhu Changan weighed the heavy baseball bat in his hand, and said with a smile: "I forgot to remind you, my mood will be extremely bad after dark."

"So if you can't get them out before dark, you'll be my prey if you don't get them together..."

Yan Kong's hands and feet were cold, and he almost wanted to run away immediately.

Zhu Chang'an raised his hand and patted Yan Kong's head lightly. He had gentle eyes in his gorgeous colored eyes, but he spoke the most ruthless words with his thin lips.

"My prey is not alive."

The author says:

瑟瑟发抖jpg感谢在2021-12-1720:49:19-2022-02-2320:47:10期间为我投出霸王票或灌溉营养液的小天使哦——

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