Chapter 23: Father and Son: The Lamb with the Throat Strangled
But Zhu Ci's pupils shrank, the flashlight in his left hand quickly moved in front of him, and the sharp iron sheet in his right hand stabbed out.
The Blade of Despair easily cut through Zhuci's palm, and not a drop of blood was wasted, it was completely absorbed. At the same time, the other end pierced into Heiwu's body.
Zhushou's reaction was frighteningly fast, as if the body had completed all the actions at the moment when the brain froze.
The shadow let out a sharp roar in Zhu Ci's ear. The sickle moved slowly, and Zhu Ci even stretched out his hand to grab the sickle, but the sickle was too big and too heavy. He realized that he might not be able to lift it, so he turned around and ran.
【“Oh my god! He actually ran out.”
"I was scared to death just now."
"Hahahaha, the virtual actor only said half of what he was going to say this time."
"The anchor is not dead, wuwuwu, I feel so sad, half of his face is covered with tears."
"Wait, I've always been curious, why is the anchor crying with only half of his face?"
"Half of her was laughing, and the other half was crying. Tsk tsk, maybe one of her was incontinent and the other was schizophrenic."
"Hahaha, this is so funny. Upstairs, you know what it means to be sick."】
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It seemed that the toast was an unconscious action, but in fact, he had already imagined the action many times in his mind.
From the moment he ran out, he was preparing for what to do if he was caught.
What should he do if the monster comes to him? What should he do if the iron sheet has no effect on the monster?
Fortunately, the iron sheet worked.
While Zhu Ci was running, he went to the mall to buy some hemostatic medicine. After he applied the medicine, the bleeding stopped quickly.
Since it was related to sacrifice, he would not let himself bleed easily. After all, in his impression, blood and sacrifice were inseparable.
Moreover, Zhu Ci would not have cut his hand if he had not had to.
Zhu Ci thought about it and his eyes fell on the strange hands on the ground.
So many hands, all different shapes.
He looked at one of them for a while, and an idea suddenly crossed his mind: this model was carved very well.
However, he glanced out of the corner of his eye and seemed to see the joints of several hands moving, causing the whole hand to twist wildly like seaweed. However, when he looked closely, it seemed that there was nothing.
From behind came the sound of a sickle being swung and a dark shadow roaring continuously.
There is still a big gap between Zhuci's speed and his.
If it really doesn't work, he still has the candle given by Xu An, but he doesn't know how long the candle can be used, and it is estimated that it will not allow him to hold on until dawn.
Zhu Ci tried to run to places with more complicated terrain in an attempt to get around him.
The physical exhaustion was fatal, and the shoes on my feet were actually not very comfortable.
He suppressed his breathing and suddenly felt a little regretful that he didn't go to the gym to run every day.
Oh, right...the manor.
Zhuci saw a house with the lights off not far ahead.
After 11 o'clock, perhaps the manor would be as quiet as it was last night, so quiet that no one would stop you from running from the basement to the second floor.
[“It’s over. It looks like the host is running out of energy. Is he going to die?”
“I can’t run away at all.”
"Before death, the body will burst out with great potential, and the anchor can definitely do that."
"Wait, the anchor's teammates seem to be here."】
"Congratulations!"
When the scream rang out, the black shadow had already appeared behind Zhuci again.
The icy sickle came down on him.
At that moment, Zhu Ci had no time to answer, but turned around and rolled over, passed through the black shadow, brushed past the tip of the knife, and ran away in the opposite direction.
The cold tip of the knife smashed into the ground, splashing dirt and rocks everywhere, revealing the white bones in the grave.
[“Hahahaha, this is the first time Sombra suffers because he is not a physical body.”
"It's so funny. The host looks very experienced. This is not the first time he has escaped from the ghost."
"This is a new player, entering the game for the first time."
"Ah? The newbies are ranked in the top 200 in the technical area?"]
A beam of light is coming this way.
Zhu Ci turned around and took a look. It was Mo Anan and Yang Zecheng. They seemed to want to help Zhu Ci share the firepower, so they hurried over.
You can buy flashlights in the mall.
But even with the lights on this time, the monster's hatred value was firmly held by Zhu Ci, and it didn't even look at Mo Anan and Yang Zecheng who were obviously more cost-effective.
[“The monster has good taste.”
"The host is really dead. This dungeon is not worth watching anymore."
"It feels like the current exploration progress all depends on the anchor."】
Zhu Ci remembered the name tags on his body, and he made a detour according to the terrain and continued running towards the manor.
The road was not too far, but it seemed particularly long because of the speed difference between Zhu Ci and the black shadow.
Mo Anan and Yang Zecheng wanted to go over to help, but the monster really ignored them and stared at Zhu Ci, so they could do nothing.
However, Mo Anan suddenly shouted: "Zhuci, on the ground! Don't go there!"
Among the irregularly arranged graves, there is one that is very special because it is the largest one, large enough to swallow at least an adult, and there is no name engraved on the tombstone, as if it is waiting for the most suitable person to be placed in the coffin.
The densely packed hands beside the tombstone have already stretched out in unison, some even look like arms.
These hands look so much like real people's hands, even the textures are so real.
Zhu Ci's attention was mostly on the dark shadow behind him. It was only after hearing Mo Anan's reminder that he looked at the ground.
There were so many hands, and he had already stepped on quite a few of them and almost tripped.
And now, he looked around and found himself surrounded by thousands of fully outstretched hands.
The tombstones beside him are like funeral bells of different sizes, placed beside him, ready to ring the melody of death at any time.
The shadow chased after him, and he had no choice but to keep running.
but……
Suddenly something cold grabbed his ankle.
One, two, three...
"Greetings! And then..."
Something black was thrown over, Zhu Ci looked up and saw that it was black... Mukura.
He stretched out his hand, but his lower body was firmly grasped by the hand stretched out from the ground. It was clearly a human hand, but it did not have the slightest human warmth.
The black sickle came forward, but it swept the gun away, and then stabbed at Zhu Ci.
Two flashlights illuminated the dark shadow, and his speed slowed down. Mo Anan and the others rushed to the side. Mo Anan held a shovel in his hand and used force to open the sickle.
Although she is not very strong, she has played games several times before. Yang Zecheng came to help.
They had worked out that attacking the shadow was useless so they just knocked the thing out of his hand. The biggest threat was the sickle.
Zhu Ci did not hold the flashlight in his hand for too long, because the hands and the coffin were already impatient.
"Congratulations!"
"It's okay, I..."
The boy's cheeks were slightly red due to his rapid running, and his hair was a little messy. Crystal clear tears flowed down his right cheek, and his breathing was disordered, with a kind of tragic beauty of being on the verge of death.
His feet were grabbed by many hands and dragged downwards.
He was forced to fall to the ground, and then the soil suddenly broke open, revealing a bottomless hole like the greedy maw of a monster.
"Give me your hand!"
When Zhu Ci was dragged down, he was lying on his back, and he saw the strange bright red sky above his head.
The clouds in the sky gathered into strange shapes, like evil gods, laughing at him.
A voice seemed to echo in the air:
"Look, even you are just my sacrifice."
Then someone eagerly blocked the glaring red and tried to catch him.
Zhu Ci also extended his hand.
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[Virtual Speech: No matter how cunning a soul is, it cannot escape the fate of falling into hell. Will you be the next one? ]
[“Shit! What did I see?”
"This shot... the host seems... a little good-looking."
"Don't be suspicious, the more beautiful a person is, the more beautiful they are before they die. This is the meaning of the viewing list."
"He had beautiful eyes, and he looked beautiful when he cried. What a pity."
"No, I don't believe it! I will definitely be slapped in the face for making a fake speech!"
"Yeah! The anchor has candles!"
"Oh, that's true, but will he be in time?"
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The beauty of a fleeting flower, all beautiful things will attract a climax of onlookers at the last moment.
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Mo Anan grabbed nothing, and the hole in the tombstone closed. She stared at everything in front of her in a daze, a little unable to recover.
How... is it possible?
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The warm light instantly illuminated the surrounding darkness, and the feeling of weightlessness gradually disappeared.
Zhuci fell from the air holding a candle, and wax dripped onto his hands. They were not real candles, so it did not hurt. He was prepared to fall and not be able to get up, but in the end he did not hit the bottom.
A strange feeling came over him, and Zhu Ci looked intently. He was met with a face that was both familiar and strange, and exceptionally good-looking, and he was suddenly startled.
Fog!
Shen Wu without glasses!
Long-haired Shenmie!
Hallucination!