His clothes were disheveled and wrinkled like rags. His eyes were sunken, with bloodshot veins like winding streams in the night, and the dark circles under his eyes were deep and heavy.
Several thin, intersecting bloodstains, some deep and some shallow, marked Wu Tianjin's cheeks. However, the most chilling sight was the shocking bloodstain on his left shoulder.
Layers of white gauze wrapped around his neck and shoulders, but the glaring red still stubbornly seeped out, staining the entire piece of gauze.
A full day had passed since Wu Tianjin entered this place. He appeared in the teaching building, but before he could figure out what was going on, he was chased by a vengeful ghost.
The opponent was very strong; Wu Tianjin almost died at its hands as soon as they met.
At first, Wu Tianjin was full of energy when he faced the vengeful ghost with his props in hand, and he was even thinking about whether he could kill it.
But the wound on his neck immediately extinguished that thought; the opponent was too strong, they were not even on the same level.
Left with no other choice, Wu Tianjin had to run away.
As time passed, Wu Tianjin hid in the teaching building, running out of props and recovery medicine, and his wounds multiplied.
Most importantly, he has no food, no water, and no time to rest here, and his body is about to give out.
"Hehe~" Wu Tianjin chuckled softly with his eyes closed, his voice full of bitterness.
Am I going to die here?!
The tables and chairs in front of Wu Tianjin seemed to start to turn upside down. Before he lost consciousness, he seemed to see his sick mother at home.
Before the game started, he had been working overtime at the company for two consecutive days to earn money for his mother's medical expenses.
After entering the game, with a glimmer of hope, Wu Tianjin didn't dare to search for her in the channel. If she didn't respond, it meant there was still a sliver of hope.
Now, he's starting to regret it...
With a series of loud noises around his ears—the sound of a desk falling to the ground—Wu Tianjin completely lost consciousness.
However, things were not as bad as Wu Tianjin had imagined.
Just as the vengeful ghost found his hiding place and tried to break down the door, Xiao Jin also arrived.
As she charged through the scorching wall of fire woven from explosive shells, Xiao Jin's steps were unwavering and without hesitation. Her gaze, like a sharp sword piercing through the fog, was fixed on the imposing figure standing before the door.
This figure seemed to be a demon that had emerged from the depths of hell. It was over two meters tall, with every muscle taut, exuding a formidable power and a sense of oppression.
A thick chain forged from an unknown metal was tightly coiled around its body like a venomous snake. The chain had a cold, eerie luster, and each time it swayed gently with its movements, it left a piercing rattling sound on the ground.
The end of the chain hung haphazardly to the ground, its tip occasionally scraping against the hard stone slabs, sending up a series of sparks that added to the eerie and terrifying atmosphere.
Each of its hands held an extremely sharp boning knife, the blades long and narrow, gleaming coldly, as if they could easily slice through a human body, and stained with dark red blood from who-knows-when and where.
However, Xiao Jin noticed that its left leg was slightly unsteady when walking, and the uneven gait revealed a certain incoordination. It was this very thing that unexpectedly caused Wu Tianjin to narrowly escape from the pursuit of the tall ghostly figure several times.
Its face was even more terrifying, as if it had been cut by countless sharp blades, with wrinkled skin and a bloody mess, making it almost unrecognizable.
Especially the left eye, where a seemingly ordinary pen barrel is deeply embedded, with only a small section protruding.
As soon as the two sides met, the one-eyed, lame ghost brandished his cleaver and charged at Xiao Jin.
Han Chuan skillfully hid around the corner.
Xiao Jin didn't retreat, but instead raised his long sword to meet the oncoming bone-chopping knife, which pressed down like a mountain. The two blades clashed, instantly producing a deafening metallic clang.
Xiao Jin gripped Suiying's hand slightly, and facing this formidable impact, a cold smile curled at the corner of her lips. With a slight movement of her fingertips, two cards shimmering with strange light transformed into a dazzling brilliance in her palm before being mercilessly crushed.
As the [Power Card] and [Acceleration Card] shattered, a powerful force instantly flowed into Xiao Jin's limbs and bones, greatly increasing her aura.
This time, facing the one-eyed ghost again, Xiao Jin was not at a disadvantage at all. With the help of the [Speed-Up Card], she became as swift as a ghost, leaving afterimages in the narrow and cramped corridors as she moved freely.
Each slash of the blade left a precise and deadly mark on the opponent's seemingly indestructible body, leaving shocking scars.
"roar!!!"
Seemingly enraged, the one-eyed demon's roar seemed to tear the night sky apart, its deafening howl filled with endless resentment and rage.
Its body shuddered violently, and the surging black energy around it was like a storm cloud whipped up by a gale, surging and turbulent, carrying an aura of death and despair, instantly swallowing up all the surrounding light.
Han Chuan witnessed this scene, his pupils contracted sharply, and he looked worriedly at Xiao Jin, who was gradually being swallowed by the black mist.
In the black mist, Xiao Jin's world became chaotic, so quiet that only her own breathing and heartbeat could be heard.
In that deathly silence, a chilling coldness rose up from her spine, and then, a jet-black chain silently emerged from the darkness, as agile as a venomous snake, and coiled around Xiao Jin's slender neck.
Xiao Jin reacted with lightning speed. She instinctively sensed the danger and quickly held the shattered shadow in front of her eyes with her right hand.
"Clang!"
The blade gleamed coldly, striking the chains with a crisp sound.
Xiao Jin's arm muscles were taut, and his veins were bulging, but the long sword remained motionless. No matter how tightly the chains tightened and strangled him, they could not wrap around Xiao Jin's neck.
Immediately, Xiao Jin turned her left hand, and a [Suppressing Evil Talisman] appeared in her palm, which she then affixed to the chain in front of her eyes.
The moment the talisman made contact with the chain, a hissing sound accompanied by smoke rose from the point of contact. The black mist surged, seemingly blocked by the talisman, and the evil spirit behind had no choice but to let go, allowing the iron chain to slide down.
Seizing the opportunity, Xiao Jin leaped up, the tip of his blade slicing through the air with a sharp whistling sound, and stabbed towards the spot he sensed behind him.
The one-eyed demon seemed to realize the danger, but it was too late. A look of surprise flashed in its empty eye socket as it tried to dodge, but the long knife had already pierced its chest with unerring accuracy.
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