In the evening, the sky gradually darkened, and a grand and luxurious manor was hidden in the hazy shadows.
Somewhere in the manor, an isolated basketball court stands quietly.
At this moment, a figure was standing quietly on the court, as silent as a ghost.
The dim light mixed with the bright lights at night, outlining the silhouette and making it even more eerie.
Those red eyes, under the light, looked like burning flames, yet also revealed a creepy chill.
He just stood there motionless, and the air around him seemed to condense and be filled with a terrible silence, as if a terrible storm was brewing beneath this seemingly calm surface.
I don’t know how much time passed.
Suddenly, the silent court was filled with the dull sound of basketballs hitting the ground.
The sound echoed in the empty field, like the drumbeats of hell, beating on people's hearts.
The red figure was like a flash of lightning, flashing rapidly in the dim night and the pale light.
Every movement was accompanied by an erratic trajectory, as if he was not running normally, but was driven by some evil force.
His figure was sometimes blurry and sometimes clear, as if crossing the boundary between reality and illusion.
The darkness around him seemed to be constantly twisting and surging, as if it was going to swallow him whole.
And the flickering lights seemed to be matching this strange scene, flickering on and off, making everything seem even more eerie and terrifying.
Clang...
A slam dunk sound that seemed to be able to shatter the sky suddenly exploded in the silent night.
The sound was like a roar from hell, carrying endless fear and oppression, and madly attacking this dark area.
Under this violent impact, the basket let out a long, heart-wrenching cry.
The wail was sharp and shrill, as if a tortured soul was screaming in despair.
The vibration of metal continued to echo, and the harsh aftermath shuttled freely in the darkness, making the surrounding air seem to be distorted by these horrible sound waves.
The basket kept shaking, as if expressing extreme pain and protest against the sudden violent force.
Every shake seemed to be sending a desperate distress signal to the unknown in the darkness.
And that red figure, in this heart-pounding sound, was like a demon with unfathomable plans, watching everything coldly, making people shudder.
"Silver Moon..."
A cold voice that seemed to come from the abyss of Hell, as if carrying endless pain from the past, slowly sounded in this gloomy atmosphere.
The voice seemed to have been cursed for thousands of years, and every byte exuded a chill that could send chills down one's spine, as if it could freeze the surrounding air into ice.
…
In the hotel where I stayed at Donghuang Daoyuan.
After dinner, Yin Yue and others returned to the room together.
The people who had nothing to do gathered together and started chatting about random things.
After Sakurako had eaten and drunk her fill, she carried Karubin to the bedroom. No one knew what she was doing.
Inside the room, Yin Yue wasn't worried that anything might happen to her, so she didn't bother with it.
After all, children have their own world.
Jiuchuan slumped on the sofa like a puddle of mud, his face full of satisfaction after eating, and spoke.
"The food in this hotel is simply amazing. I have decided to stay at this hotel every time I come to Tokyo."
Heiwu stared at Jiuchuan with disdain and reminded him.
"Look at what you look like now. You eat so much and come back to lie on the sofa without moving. If you keep going like this, it's only a matter of time before you get fat."
Jiuchuan waved his hand casually and responded nonchalantly.
"Oh! Stop talking so much! We finally came to Tokyo, and we have to leave as soon as the game is over. What impact can such a short time have? Life is all about enjoying life to the fullest."
Heiwu rolled his eyes and simply ignored this guy.
Shenmen and others on the side were also speechless.
But if you think about it carefully, what Jiuchuan said makes some sense.
They will not stay in Tokyo for long and will leave after the game.
It seems there is no harm in satisfying your appetite now.
Just then, Hua Teng slowly spoke.
"If you can maintain adequate daily exercise, it's okay to eat more."
"Ah! That's right."
At this moment, Jiuchuan seemed to suddenly think of something important and spoke loudly.
"Have you heard that there's a new horror movie coming out recently? If we have time, how about we go watch it together?"
Hearing this, everyone looked confused.
"Horror movie?"
Shenmen asked curiously with some doubt.
"Do you like watching horror movies? Why didn't I notice you were interested in horror movies before?"
Jiuchuan chuckled and said with an obsessed look on his face.
"It's not that I'm suddenly interested in horror movies. I heard that the heroine in it is Horikita Asami, and I'm her biggest fan!"
For a moment, the room fell into silence.
Yin Yue looked at Jiuchuan with a deep and intriguing gaze.
'I never expected that this guy has the same hobbies as Qingfeng. Why didn't I realize this before? A horror movie? After coming to this world, my mind is full of things related to basketball. I haven't watched many movies.'
Thinking back to my previous life, I was also extremely obsessed with horror movies, but I don’t know when that impulse suddenly disappeared.
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