Chapter 31 Prisoner
The moment he felt the ground beneath his feet loosen, Li Ziyue instantly realized that he had fallen into a trap.
However, although his mind was able to react, his feverish body could hardly keep up, and he could only watch himself fall into a dark passage where there was almost no light.
Before he could stand firmly, a strong stench of rotting human flesh assaulted his mouth and nose. Li Ziyue frowned in disgust. Just as he stretched out his hand to lean against the wall beside him, his fingertips touched a group of unknown small bubbles, which stimulated him to get goose bumps unconsciously.
The next moment, he felt a hot and turbid breath hitting the side of his neck. His body suddenly became extremely tense and cold sweat spread from his heart that was about to stop beating.
Li Ziyue ran forward without any hesitation. The secret passage was extremely narrow, and he had to bend his body to move forward, which inevitably greatly reduced his speed.
The unexplained breathing sound behind him became heavier and clearer, and Li Zi understood that this meant that the two sides were getting closer and closer.
He was still running a fever, his consciousness was dizzy, and the scimitar was not in his hand. Although he extremely hated the passive feeling of being forced, Li Ziyue had no choice but to move forward.
However, the further he went, the more uneasy he felt. He closed his eyes slightly in impatience and opened his lips quietly.
Nasal breathing could no longer provide the oxygen his body needed for movement, and what was worse was that his body felt as if it was on fire. Every joint seemed to be "cracking". Not only was the pain unbearable, but his strength was obviously declining.
At least... I can't... die here.
I don’t know how much time had passed, maybe an hour, or maybe just a few minutes.
Sweat gradually soaked his clothes, the strands of hair on his forehead were tied into strips by water stains, acid rolled in the depths of his mouth, and his abdomen ached as if it was being cut by a knife.
Li Ziyue huddled in a corner of the secret passage, his eyes slightly closed, gasping for breath while trying his best to suppress the sound of his breathing.
That thing should still be nearby. The light in this dark passage is poor, and Li Ziyue can't see clearly, and the monster can't be seen either. One is looking for it in the open, and the other is hiding in the dark.
Taking advantage of some breathing time, Li Ziyue continued to move forward as quietly as possible. The secret passage became narrower and narrower, and in the end he had to crawl. At the same time, he could feel the air in front of him becoming increasingly cooler, and breathing was not as difficult as before. He must have reached the ventilation vent.
Li Ziyue's depressed mood finally got some relief...
“Bang!”
Suddenly, an extreme coldness attached to the back of my right ankle.
Li Ziyue's limbs seemed to be fixed by iron nails in an instant, and all his movements were stuck at that moment.
"Bang! Bang! Bang!"
The heartbeat sounded like thunder, suddenly ringing out in this dark passage where it seemed as if no sound could be heard.
The strange, unknown chill creeps up along the ankles, gradually reaching the depths of the calves, and then...
The next moment, there was a crisp cutting sound, and a pool of foul-smelling pus instantly exploded in the narrow passage, splashing half of Li Ziyue's body. He frowned, endured the discomfort in his stomach, and continued to crawl forward.
In his uncontrollably trembling right hand, holding a piece of gravel that he had carefully polished, the top of which was still stained with that thing's steaming body fluids, Li Ziyue took a deep breath.
At the same time, a question arose in his mind.
The monster just now could have launched a more violent attack on him.
Why is it just... a harmless touch?
The monster had probably rested and was approaching quietly again. Li Ziyue shook his head, which was feeling particularly heavy due to the heat.
There's no time to think about this.
The further they went, the more damp the air became. At the same time, the sound of rain that had been inaudible before gradually became clearer. Some unknown sticky liquid adhered to the surroundings of the secret passage, and even though Li Ziyue tried to avoid it, some of it inevitably got on his body.
Finally, a wooden door barely framed by a rusty lock appeared in front of him. Li Ziyue exerted a little force with his fingers, and the lock broke into two pieces, and the wooden door opened immediately.
A strong smell of incense instantly penetrated into his respiratory tract. Li Ziyue was stunned for two seconds, but still slowly crawled out of the tunnel.
It was still foggy and dark outside, but fortunately he had adapted to the darkness in the tunnel, so he could walk close to the wall without bumping into surrounding objects.
While groping, his fingers touched a long and narrow gap. Li Ziyue tilted his head to look there and found that it was a wooden window that was slightly closed. The cold wind outside was trying hard to get in through the gap, and Li Ziyue's fingertips had begun to feel cold.
The sound of rain outside the window continued, and when it reached the house, it already brought a sense of oppressive heaviness.
The windows, the sound of rain, the thick smell of incense...
this……
“Bang!”
His heel accidentally rubbed against something huge. There seemed to be a gap inside the object, and just a touch of it produced several "buzzing" sounds.
When he saw clearly what the object was, he felt as if he had fallen into an icy cave.
There was no temperature in my body, the blood seemed to have solidified, my heart stopped beating instantly, and even breathing became extremely difficult.
It was a huge Buddha with golden light.
In an instant, countless memories came flooding back.
[There is a heavy rumble of thunder and heavy rain pouring down]
[Then, a bright flame burst into flames, and the orange candlelight flickered, barely illuminating half of the room.]
[The air was chilly, and the biting rain blew in through the rear window. Li Ziyue lowered his head, his eyes fixed on his hands.]
[It was covered with sticky and smelly human blood. ]
[The blood drips, drips, and spreads to the front. ]
The strong visual stimulation made him dizzy for a moment, his vision gradually blurred, and suddenly he could only see a chaotic blood-red.
The woman in red was lying headfirst in front, motionless, and seemed to have lost her life.
The silver hairpin looked particularly dazzling under the orange light. The long straight black hair hung to the ground, with a thick layer of blood underneath.
Didn't dodge.
Can't avoid it.
The "murder" he committed finally happened.
Li Zi felt more and more dizzy.
And the evidence that incriminated him as a murderer was also there.
He opened his eyes reluctantly, and through a little light, he saw the red liquid all over his body.
It turned out that the sticky liquid at the tunnel entrance was not naturally generated, but was artificially smeared on him in order to stain his body red so that the villagers could identify him as the murderer.
And where is the way out?
He glanced out the window.
Li Ziyue was on the second floor of the temple. Through the window, he could see several densely packed rows of zombies downstairs, looking up and trying to climb up.
He slowly closed his eyes and heard his own clear and rapid heartbeat, but his mouth opened slightly and called out someone's name.
"Ji Mingyun."
Ji Mingyun was leaning against the corner of the wall near the door where the candlelight couldn't reach, and he didn't seem surprised to be discovered by Li Ziyue.
"I told you that you would kill people." A hint of sarcasm appeared on the corner of his mouth.
"How did you know that?" Li Ziyue said in a calm voice, "You seem to know a lot about me."
"Do you really not know or are you pretending not to know?" Ji Mingyun snorted coldly, "Your brother really understands you. Every step you take is perfectly calculated by him. He said you would be here now, and it was exactly right."
"Brother?" Li Ziyue frowned slightly, and when combined with the word "calculate", he instantly understood what Ji Mingyun meant.
"Brother"? When did he and that person become "brothers"?
But he also did not refute Ji Mingyun's words.
Li Ziyue said slowly, "Starting from the rooster? No, this trap should have been set up earlier. Knowing that I am cautious, they use caution to harm me. It is hard to guard against it, and there is no way to guard against it. After all, changing a person's thinking habits is as difficult as climbing to heaven."
"But why did you come here?" Li Ziyue looked at Ji Mingyun in the corner, "Let me think...play the detective to catch a murderer like me?"
Ji Mingyun was stunned for a moment, then laughed: "You are indeed brothers. You say exactly the same thing. It's amazing."
"But it can't be that simple." He rubbed his fingers lightly, his voice light and cheerful, "I just want to make sure you don't run away, and to prevent that guy from suddenly being soft-hearted towards you."
"If you hate me for pushing you towards the old woman..." Li Ziyue pursed his lips, "but your hostility doesn't seem to have started then... You've already been targeting me in the player lobby."
"But I had no grudge against you at that time."
"So what?" Ji Mingyun's smile became even more rampant. "You can't harm others if you don't have any hatred? Don't pretend to be a moral gentleman. I am guilty of Liu Fengfeng's death, but you are the real culprit. How dare you blame me now?"
"I love it so much, I love seeing people like you die miserably," his voice suddenly became sharp and piercing, "When you pushed me towards that old woman, did you ever think of this moment?"
Li Ziyue lowered his eyes and said nothing.
Ji Mingyun is only fifteen or sixteen years old, which is the stage where his mind is being honed and formed.
Back in the player lobby, he could beat a strong man to the point of bleeding and fainting with just one palm. He has a high talent for fighting. If such a person has a calm personality and goes through the training of several infinite dungeons, he will sooner or later be in the top ten of the scoreboard.
However, he had extreme mood swings and was extremely cruel by nature.
Character will not directly sentence a person to death, but many people often forget that the more cruel one is, the more intense the thinking is needed. If one's strategies cannot keep up with one's ruthlessness, one will end up as a pitiful prisoner.
Arrogance requires the most capable capital as follow-up support.
And now Ji Mingyun...
When he chose to come here, no matter what the reason was, he was already on the road to becoming a prisoner.
However, he seemed to know nothing about it, and Li Ziyue did not intend to remind him.
Li Ziyue had suffered a lot in the past because of his kindness and had been plotted against by too many people. He is no longer the saint who wanted to save everyone.
He had long since rotted in the dirty mud.
The moment he thought about all this, Li Ziyue realized that his real opponent was not Ji Mingyun, but——
Li Ziyue sighed slowly and looked at Ji Mingyun without looking away: "You seem to have forgotten something. Oh, that's not right."
"He seems to have forgotten one thing."
Ji Mingyun frowned slightly, as if he was still thinking about the meaning of Li Ziyue's words.
"He can guess all my judgments and actions," Li Ziyue took a breath, feeling the cold wind blowing across his arms from behind, his fingertips touching each other, and a barely perceptible golden light appeared at the edge of his eyes.
He coughed, but his voice was filled with the most contemptuous smile: "Could it be that I can't guess what he meant?"
"boom!"
There was a deafening sound, and the moment was so short that Ji Mingyun didn't even have time to blink. When he looked over again, Li Ziyue had already flashed to the other side at an extremely fast speed.
He bent his body slightly downward, knelt on one knee, and stretched his other hand straight forward. Under his body, there seemed to be a person lying who was struggling.
Li Ziyue expressionlessly pinched the man's neck. Facing the face that looked exactly like him, he opened his lips slightly and said in a hoarse voice: "Long time no see."
"My dear," he smiled at him, "'brother'."
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