Chapter 22: The First Item: Deserted City Notes

Ren Gui's blood seeped into the snow and sprinkled outside the door in dots.

The dark shadow that killed Ren Gui stepped over his body and walked step by step to Chen Li.

He had a funny sack hood on his head with two small holes poked out where his eyes should be.

Those bloodthirsty eyes were always hidden in the darkness, and at this moment they were looking at Chen Li's existence through the two small holes.

This was the first time he and Shen Li met.

He tilted his head and looked again and again, but was a little disappointed that he could not detect any expression of panic or fear on Shen Li's face.

But the gradually strong smell of blood in the air once again aroused his desire to kill.

He gripped the fire axe tightly and swung it at Shen Li's head just like he had done to Ren Gui...

He swung in vain.

Shen Li disappeared.

All that was left was an empty hanging rope fluttering in the wind.

…

Hongmao prepared himself mentally before risking his life to take the heavy hat down from the beam.

The vengeful spirit in the house was very dissatisfied with Red Hair and crawled towards him, roaring.

The red-haired guy stretched out his legs and kicked it, "Fuck you!"

He was extremely nervous now and had no time to be afraid. He just wanted to get rid of the vengeful spirit and check on Chen Li's condition.

He had let Shen Li down from the hanging rope for half a minute, but he kept his eyes closed.

Could it be that he was a step too slow? Red Hair didn't dare to think about it, and trembled as he tried to smell Chen Li's breath.

Still alive.

Very good.

Shen Li had a short dream.

The memory fragments that once appeared in his mind also appeared in his dream this time.

In his dream, he stood by the window. It was always dark outside, but he knew that it was early morning.

Perhaps he had just woken up, his eyelids were half closed and he was dozing off, giving the feeling that he was awake but his soul was still asleep.

Being used to being served, he stretched out his hand and someone behind him helped him put on his shirt.

The man walked around from behind him to the front of him and bent down to help him button his shirt.

His finger bones were long and slender, and his movements from top to bottom were gentle and skillful.

The silver snake ring on his thumb also lazily circled around his finger bones, stretching his muscles.

Shen Li's head tilted left and right, and when the buttons were completely fastened, his body fell backwards and he collapsed on the bed again.

He closed his eyes and murmured, "I want to sleep a little longer."

The voice is soft, like a spoiled child.

Suddenly, I felt something soft on my lips.

Someone kissed him on the lips and then separated them immediately, as if to see his reaction.

Chen Li still had his eyes closed, mumbling something in his sleep drowsily, and the man's laughter came to his ears.

Then Shen Li felt himself being hugged.

That embrace was comfortable and warm.

The man held his face with one hand and pressed the back of his head with the other, deepening the kiss little by little.

The lips were pried open and the breath was taken away bit by bit.

The hand that was placed behind his head was now buried in his dark hair, rubbing the top of his head and touching his earlobe from time to time.

Then, the hand that was soothing him gradually increased its strength, forcing him to deepen the intimate kiss and achieve true intimacy, with their lips and teeth blending together.

"Are you awake now, my Lord?"

The man's voice echoed in my ears.

Shen Li suddenly opened his eyes.

Everything in the dream turned into nothingness.

He was dragged out of the rental house by Red Hair.

When I opened my eyes, I fell from the land of tranquility into a vast fog, with my head resting on the cold ground.

The moon was stained into a pale yellow shadow in the fog.

Snowflakes fell into his eyes.

Chen Li stared at the sky blankly and murmured:

“It’s snowing.”

Following the sound, Redhair looked up at the sky and it seemed like the snow started falling heavily all of a sudden.

A few crystal flakes accumulated on Shen Li's jet-black hair and could not be dissolved.

He couldn't help but reach out and brush it off for him.

"The one who truly destroyed this world was not Ren Gui, but the villain in the book." Shen Li stated coldly.

"The Snowy Night Killer has also found his own way to travel through time. Li, be careful, they are in danger. Go and join them."

"What about you?" Red Hair asked him.

"I want to be alone."

"Then...then..." The red-haired man began to stutter, "Then remember to come find us later."

Red Hair didn't want to leave, but he just now seemed to have caught a glimpse of his pale and fragile appearance.

Although it was only a brief moment, it was enough to shake Red Hair.

It was like accidentally seeing the forbidden corner hidden deep in the other person's heart.

In order to be closer to him in the future, Red Hair decided to stay away from him for the time being.

Chen Li lay there for a long time. After waking up from his dream, it was difficult for him to adapt to the current situation for a while.

He vaguely remembered that it should have been a very tragic ending. Although he was somewhat nostalgic for some fragments of it, he tried hard to restrain himself from thinking about it again.

He even hoped that the memory and his power would be sealed forever and locked tightly in some corner.

Be unbreakable and never let loose.

Chen Li lay flat on the ground with his eyes closed, gradually calming down, then stretched out his arms and placed his palms on the ground.

A pair of footsteps filled with murderous intent approached him from afar.

I sensed it!

Shen Li suddenly opened his eyes and looked behind him.

The dark shadow with a sack on his head followed the scent he left behind and found this place.

He grinned with a strange tone, and after seeing Chen Li, he licked his dry lips with more excitement.

Chen Li stood up from the ground, looking at him across a stinky ditch, and thinking through everything about this man in the notebook.

When he was young, he played with fire and caused a fire in his home. His face was burned and his parents were burned to death.

Like Rengui, he was adopted by relatives, but it seemed that no one remembered his full name and just called him Alai.

Because of his disfigurement, his relatives thought he was scary and made him live wearing a potato sack.

Like Rengui, he was bullied and his personality became distorted.

In Li Dangxin's words, Alai is the control group for Rengui.

Alai hates blizzards.

Because when the blizzard comes, everything comes to a standstill.

Schools were closed, and family members didn't have to go out to work, so they had plenty of time to point fingers in his face.

And now, this perverted killer was holding an axe, jumping into the stinky ditch, wading through the water towards Chen Li.

Shen Li stood on the shore and did not run away.

His eyes were a little vague.

Although he was keeping his eyes on the danger that was approaching him, he was still recalling the fragments from his dream over and over again in his mind.

He looked tired and distracted.

The killer was getting closer and closer. He faced the dark figure rushing towards him, and his eyelashes trembled.

He made a decision.

Chen Li drew the talisman with one hand, and activated the talisman technique at the cost of losing this memory.

Perhaps that memory is too precious, so it is so powerful.

Before the man could raise the axe, his body was pushed backwards by a huge force and trapped firmly under the water.

His struggles became less and less intense, and finally he stopped moving.

The spell just now came at the cost of permanently losing that memory.

It was obvious that he didn't use his full strength to fight against such a small killer, and there was even some left over.

Chen Li's talisman technique focuses on the balance between heaven and earth. In the next period of time, he can use the talisman technique at will without any cost.

Very fair.

After losing that memory, Shen Li's entire condition suddenly recovered.

He seemed to have returned to his original dull and clueless self.

The snow is getting heavier.

A few bubbles emerged from the gaps between the floating ice in the stinking ditch.

Alai, who had just drowned in the water, climbed up unharmed.

But before he could stand firm, Chen Li on the shore waved his hand and his body flew out again.

But in just half a minute, Ale got up again.

Only then did Shen Li become certain that the characters in the book could not die in reality.

As he moved his fingers to kill Alai, he was thinking:

The reason why Alai was able to come back here must be that he also has something that connects to the real world.

Just like the hanging rope of Rengui.

As long as that thing is destroyed, his connection with the real world can be cut off.

Now, Hongmao is on his way to meet up with Li Dangxin and the others with the key information.

He believed that with their abilities, they should be able to analyze the key to the problem and find that thing.

In teamwork, he never doubts the abilities of his teammates.

His current task is to hold back Alai and buy more time for his teammates.

Shen Li used talismans to kill Alai dozens of times.

It was easy at the beginning, but it became more and more difficult as time went on.

Every time he was resurrected, he became stronger than before, and the resentment in him became stronger.

Resentment was running rampant in his body, swelling it up like a balloon.

The torn skin healed again and again, and the broken limbs grew wildly in all directions, ignoring the body structure. In just half an hour, it turned into a monster made up of its own limbs, huge and terrifying.

Chen Li realized that the time for his unlimited use of talismans was almost up, so in the next few kills, he deliberately threw the monsters far away to buy himself time to escape.

By the time Chen Li's talisman technique needed a price to be activated again, the situation on both sides was completely reversed.

The monster that was easily controlled by Chen Li before rolled its huge body and chased Chen Li madly.

Chen Li's physical strength was not good enough, and he began to feel tired after holding on for a quarter of an hour. With a slight distraction, the distance between him and the monster was shortened significantly.

Seeing that he was about to be caught up, Shen Li was thinking in his mind what he could lose from this talisman technique.

Borrow your hearing or vision for three days?

Both of these are very important! He didn't want to give up until the last step.

As he ran, he thought of Ye Minglang again.

If only he could come and help at this time.

The silver snake on his index finger seemed to sense something and swam around his finger bones.

The monster chasing behind Shen Li calculated the distance accurately and pounced towards Shen Li.

On the verge of life and death, Chen Li stood still, put two fingers together and wiped in front of his eyes, drawing the talisman at the cost of being blind for three days.

Although his eyes were still open, the world in front of him was shrouded in darkness and suddenly became dark.

Suddenly, a roar of a wild beast was heard very close to him.

The sound almost shattered my eardrums.

The beast's breathing and roar merged into one, blowing him so hard that he almost lost his balance.

Shen Li hesitated for a moment, and when he noticed that the monster's killing intent suddenly disappeared, he finally withdrew the talisman.

The darkness spreading before my eyes receded like a wave.

The first thing that caught my eye was a giant fox.

This fox was as tall as a six-story building and had snow-white fur all over its body.

At this moment, it was lying on the street chewing the monster that had just attacked Chen Li.

As well-behaved as a dog.

"jingle……"

The silver bell around the fox's neck rang.

Chen Li looked up and vaguely saw the person sitting on the fox through the vast white fog and heavy snow.