I received a bounce from a non-existent player

When he heard me calling him, he didn't answer me, he just suppressed his smile and looked at me with more gloomy eyes.

A chill that I never felt when facing the evil spirit slowly crept up the back of my neck.I stared numbly at the person two meters away.

……people?Or... what is he now?

Longitudinal song.Although this name has been mentioned by countless people and has appeared in front of my eyes in countless situations, it has always been separated from the other end of the screen.

No matter how despicable and disgusting he is, to me he is just a character spliced ​​together from several stories, not someone I will have contact with.Appearing in front of me now is like a nightmare come true.

Really, really there is such a person.

This ghost-like person applauded me slowly: "I thought you would be killed by that sister Hua from the beginning, it seems that I underestimated you." Seeing my face as if facing an enemy, he also With a half-smile expression, "It's a pity you can only go so far."

I took a small step back: "What do you want to do?"

He sneered, took out something from his pocket with one hand, and turned it open with two fingers: "Aren't you very smart, what do you think?"

Under the pale light, a folding saber glowed coldly.

Seeing the expression in my eyes turn from shock to panic, a trace of joy flashed across Zongge's face, like a hunter sizing up an inescapable prey: "Ghosts can't kill you, living people can."

I can almost feel my hairs standing up one by one.

That’s right, why did I forget—how could a desperado like Zong Ge, who planned to drive everyone to death even after being resurrected, let me, the number one enemy, leave me alone?

I thought we were in different worlds a few stories apart, but that's not the case at all.

I took two deep breaths.calm down.You are dead, and the death certificate is still in your hand.Can he kill you again?

However, at the moment of a knife, I can't be persuaded just because I want to be persuaded.My legs were unstoppable, and I tried my best to suppress the trembling in my voice: "You think you can kill me?"

"Can't I?" He pretended to be puzzled, asked in a strange way, and suddenly pointed a knife at me as if threatening.

I was flustered by the cold light of the knife, and hurriedly took a big step back.

He turned the handle of the knife twice in his hand, squinted at me, and then slowly raised the corners of his mouth: "I thought it was something capable. Didn't you always have a lot of courage before? Are you afraid of me? "

I gritted my teeth: "You are more disgusting than a ghost."

He said coldly: "When you are about to die, you can only talk about it. If you like them so much, go reunite with them."

I didn't have the time to think about it, I hurriedly looked around to see if there was a way to escape.

This is a slightly smaller office, with filing cabinets on one side of the wall like the room just now, the lacquered wood desk at my hand outside the one-meter-wide aisle, and a small medical trolley at the end of the aisle.

Not even a window.

Thinking that the ghosts in the story have some superpowers, I quickly stretched out my hand and clasped my fingers vigorously, trying to summon something, preferably a representative heart claw, but there was no movement at all. Zongge laughed: "What are you doing, you've been dealing with ghosts for a long time, and you've lost your mind?"

Sure enough, they are all deceitful.I cursed secretly.

He had already arrived in front of me at this time, and he tried to slash the knife twice, and clicked twice pretending to regret: "This knife is fast enough, it won't hurt too much when cut, it's a pity." After finishing speaking, he paused, suddenly He raised his eyes viciously and slashed at my face.

I didn't expect him to be so decisive, I shrank back in embarrassment, and at the same time raised my arm to block my face, the knife cut through my forearm without reservation, and after the wound cooled for a moment, it was hot It hurts.

My eyes were darkened by the pain, I staggered and retracted my hand to look, and saw that the long sleeve was cut open, and a seven or eight centimeter long knife mark was slanted from my wrist to the elbow, the flesh was turned outward, and the blood was flowing continuously Come out, the kung fu has already soaked half of my sleeves.

Originally, it was just pain if I didn't look at it, but it was heart-piercing pain when I looked at it.I've never been hurt like this before, and suddenly I feel like the sky is getting darker.

I knew it would hurt so much if I knew death, and I ran away the moment he took out the knife.

Seeing the blood, Zongge's eyes unexpectedly glowed with excitement: "What are you doing standing there, let's continue."

After being cut like this, I also rushed forward, panting and raised my eyes, staring at him.

"What's wrong?" he yelled, "Aren't you good at fighting!?"

"Then you're fucking right." After I finished cursing, I pulled the cart behind me with one hand.

The wheels were dry, the body was not light, and it took a lot of effort to pull it up, but I didn't know whether it was paralyzed by the hatred that rushed into my brain or what, I didn't feel any pain at all, and the car was thrown in front of me.

The knife on the car slid to the side of the car due to inertia, and it dazzled my eyes under the light.I grabbed it with a wave of my hand, gritted my teeth, and kicked the car in the direction of Zongge.

The rear of the cart was tilted up, and it was almost overturned, and the small instruments on it were smashed indiscriminately.Unexpectedly, Zongge blocked it in a hurry, maybe he was cut in the confusion, he heard him cry out in pain, and the saber fell to the ground with a bang.

People are pushed into a desperate situation, and they really can do anything.

"Your death is not a pity!!" I roared and rushed forward, grabbed the saber on the ground, and stabbed it into Zongge's chest.

He trembled, his face suddenly turned pale, and he staggered two steps back.

I know the importance of making up the knife, but after all, in front of me is a person who looks no different from me. I was already a little soft, but a strange violence suddenly surged in my heart, forcing me to push back the ruthlessness that had subsided. , forcing me to pull out the knife directly and stab it into his left chest again.

He couldn't bear the strength, and fell back against the wall, holding his bleeding wound with a look of disbelief.

The impulse subsided, I looked at the blood in front of me faintly, slowly let go of the handle of the knife, and took a step back.

The violence disappeared without a trace, and my vigor was completely exhausted.Looking at the handle of the knife that rose and fell with his breathing, I couldn't hold it anymore.

I have never hurt anyone, and now I have reached the limit of my nerves, even though the person in front of me is like I said, death is not a pity.

"This knife..." I trembled slightly, and took two steps back slowly, "It was cut for those innocent people."

ended.

I continued to back away in a daze, but after a while, his dying gasps suddenly changed in tone and turned into intermittent laughter.

I froze for a moment, thinking I had heard it wrong, but saw his eyes that were staring at me slowly bend because of his smile.

I was instantly terrified.

He pretended to say "Oh" and then stood up straight. He pulled out the knife in front of his chest and drew out a thin line of blood, but it stopped immediately. "Hiss... it really hurts |damn|."

"……you……"

The moment the knife left his body, the wound on his chest began to heal at a speed visible to the naked eye.He didn't look at it, and didn't seem to care at all.

"I'm not? What am I not?" He said slowly, "Do you think a body sacrificed with eight souls will not be able to withstand being stabbed?"

I shook my head: "How is it possible..."

Just kidding, this bastard is immortal after rebirth! ?

"Okay, let's stop making trouble." He kicked away the equipment on the ground, approached me with a knife in his hand, and sneered, "By the way, I didn't kill you just because of the book." The malice in his eyes almost overflowed Come out, "Atonement."

How can I play when this is turned on?I hurriedly picked up the folder on the ground and clasped it tightly in my arms, hoping to block it for me at the critical moment.

Seeing him rushing over again holding the knife, I stepped aside in fright, and the knife slashed firmly on the desk, leaving a deep knife mark.I saw that this was still blocking an egg, so I turned around and ran behind the desk.

He cursed, "Where are you going?" He lifted his office chair and chased after him.

There was no room for me to hide behind my desk anymore.I pressed my back against the wall, and in the midst of despair, the computer next to me, which had not been turned on, suddenly lit up faintly.

Zongge turned to look at the computer, obviously startled.I don't know what he saw, and I'm not interested in knowing. I wanted to take the opportunity to fight back, but a voice with electric current suddenly sounded——

"If the guest officer needs anything, just tell the slave family..."

What the hell?

I was also taken aback, and followed along, and saw that the screen was actually Jiansan’s adventure dialogue interface, and the angle of view was zoomed in on the face of an NPC, and it looked like the young female clothing merchant, but her head was unnaturally tilted Turning to the side, his eyes turned white, as if he was being hung by an invisible rope around his neck.

What made my stomach churn was undoubtedly the corner of her mouth that was cut to pieces, as if she was trying to "carve" a smile, just like that on a dead face.

A man with a knife in front of him and a hanged ghost next to him are simply asking me which is scarier.

Zong Ge stared at it, squeezed out two words from between his teeth: "It's you..."

It tilted its head, stared blankly, and slowly turned around on the spot, saying the same sentence:

"If the guest officer needs anything, just tell the slave family..."

"Look at what you've become now... what you've become!!" Zongge became more and more excited as he spoke, until finally he roared with veins bursting out, raised his hand and slashed at the screen.

I seemed to have figured out something while my mind was in a hurry, and hurriedly shouted at the screen: "I want to get out of here!!"

The moment before the screen shattered under the knife, my eyes went dark and I lost consciousness.

In a blur, I heard a stiff female voice:

"Welcome next time."