Chapter 13: The First Item: Deserted City Notes
Things are getting trickier now.
Something is wrong. There is something wrong with the monster box in front of me.
The monster box that Ye Minglang's team was responsible for delivering was much larger than the monster box that Shen Li had come into contact with.
It is cube-shaped and placed squarely in the dim room.
The rich aroma emanating from the box was almost choking.
When Zao Wu saw Ye Minglang's extremely serious expression, he knew how serious the situation was.
"How about we open it and take a look?"
A dark red seal was cross-bound on the lid of the box.
But now it seems that the seal has no effect, and the fragrance in the box is still overflowing.
Seeing that Ye Minglang did not respond, Zao Wu plucked up his courage and moved closer to the box. As soon as his finger touched the seal, he immediately retracted it.
She still didn't dare.
Because when receiving the package, everyone has already memorized the rules of this delivery.
"No matter what, you can't open the Ghost Box!"
Zao Wu smelled the rich fragrance and couldn't help swallowing.
As if lured by the smell, she touched the monster box again, contrary to her usual behavior.
"Open it! Open it!"
This thought was roaring in my mind.
Zao Wu has been very restrained, but the thought in his mind seems to be becoming more and more difficult to suppress.
She couldn't help but look at Ye Minglang. At least the boss looked much calmer than her.
She thought she could do something to help the boss, but ever since she entered the room, the thoughts in her mind became a little out of control, so she tactfully retreated and didn't even notice that Chen Li had followed her secretly.
Chen Li, hiding in the darkness, stared at Ye Minglang's back curiously.
The talisman had caused him to lose his sense of smell, so he didn't understand what the rich fragrance smelled like.
But he somewhat admired the man's determination.
He stood in front of the Wuling Box for so long that his whole body was almost immersed in the rich fragrance, but he was still able to keep a clear head.
This is remarkable.
"Are you in trouble?"
He hesitated for a moment, but still asked.
Ye Minglang still had his back to him. He said "hmm" and nothing else.
"Where should this box be sent?"
"The rooftop." Ye Minglang said.
"Feel weird, don't you?" Ye Minglang said in a low voice, "It's such a short distance. We just need to move it from the first floor to the sixth floor. It's such a simple thing, but we have been trying for half a year and still can't do it."
During this period, many people died.
Every time a group of people died, new deliverymen would join in the next day.
Then keep joining, dying, joining, and dying.
This monster box trapped them for half a year.
Up to now, all they have done is to transport the Monster Box from the first floor to the fifth floor.
Just one floor away.
But this floor is harder than ascending to heaven.
"You still have time to leave now."
Ye Minglang pointed to the glass on the windowsill of the corridor and said, "The exit is over there, go back to your world."
"It does sound difficult." Shen Li made a fair assessment, "Now, what do you need me to do?"
He kept in mind the spiritual contract on the silver snake ring, and his wish seemed to have become the responsibility he should now shoulder.
He's not leaving?
It is human nature to seek profit and avoid harm, but the person behind me seems to be showing his uniqueness all the time.
"Do you need more bloodletting?"
Ye Minglang lowered his head and saw Chen Li's thin forearm suddenly stretched across in front of him.
He seemed very generous and kept silent about his anemia.
But his lips were too pale, and it was obvious whether he was anemic or not. I felt guilty when I looked at him for a few more seconds.
And the reason for his anemia is also because of him.
His blood is very useful.
But more and more monsters will be attracted by this rich aroma, and their number will be greater than all the previous ones combined.
Even if we squeeze him dry now, it won't be of any use.
"No."
Ye Minglang waved the hand away and took out a cigarette from his pocket.
The lighter clicked, emitting a small orange-red flame in the darkness.
He half leaned on the windowsill and smoked. The smoke entered his mouth, passed through his lungs, and was exhaled.
He used this to dispel the rich fragrance that always lingered in his lungs and his breath.
"Come and chat with me for a while." Ye Minglang nodded with his hand holding the cigarette, motioning him to come over.
In keeping with the agreement in the spiritual contract that any request would be granted, Chen Li sat next to him, and the smoke lingered in front of his eyes and enveloped the two of them.
"I've quit smoking for three years." Ye Minglang opened the topic, "At that time, the world had just collapsed and everyone was trying hard to survive."
"Smoking can certainly relieve anxiety, but I won't allow myself to indulge in this little pleasure and lose my fighting spirit."
He took another sip of his cigarette and puffed out the smoke.
The gray smoke, set against his silver hair, made people want to remember his cold and ascetic face.
"It's been three years. I'm almost dead. One more time before I die. It's not too much, right?"
Chen Li didn't know how to respond and remained silent.
Because he knew that the man was telling the truth.
His judgment was very accurate. Tonight was the day when everyone would die.
He could smell nothing, but he could feel that death was approaching.
"Go away." Ye Minglang flicked off the ash from his cigarette.
Shen Li hesitated for a moment, "If I can take refuge here, you can also take refuge with me."
This was the only way he could think of to keep this person alive.
Ye Minglang smiled.
He turned around and opened the window on the side of the corridor.
The wind blowing in from the window also makes the fragrant smell in the room spread further.
The tall beasts picked up the scent and became even more frantic.
"That girl's name is Zao Wu." Ye Minglang pointed at the bloody figure downstairs, and several robins were circling around her.
"When I met her, she was only fifteen years old. Now she is eighteen."
"Her parents died a long time ago. She has a strange personality and is not very sociable. She likes to wander around the cemetery and sleep. No one wants to make friends with her. I picked her up and raised her like a daughter."
Ye Minglang changed the direction of the finger holding the cigarette and pointed at the person with the broken finger, but he was still patiently fiddling with the abacus to protect Zao Wu.
"That's Qian Shi. It is said that his family was very rich before, but now he is a poor nobleman. He guards those few points and is always calculating in everything he does."
"If the world was still the same as it was before, he would have been a very successful businessman."
The cigarette at my fingertips burned faster in the wind.
"And the one further away, the one who chopped off the fox's head and is covered in blood, is Chu Yan. He doesn't talk much. He used to be very weak and didn't even dare to kill a chicken. Over the past three years, he has grown a lot. Whenever there is danger, he is always the one rushing to the front."
Ye Minglang deliberately blew smoke onto Chen Li's face, and then looked at his steady and serious profile through the smoke.
"They are all my family. You want me to escape alone? Is that appropriate?"
Shen Li fell silent again.
What is family?
This word was too distant and unfamiliar to him, so he could not quite understand why Ye Minglang insisted on staying even though he could survive.
While he was lost in thought, Ye Minglang leaned closer to the ground.
When Chen Li looked up, he saw his face very close to the ground, "Are you still not leaving? Or... do you want to have a bite too?"
Before Shen Li could react, the other party stuffed a half-smoked cigarette into his mouth.
Chen Li felt a little moisture on the filter and subconsciously took a sip just like him.
Although he had lost a lot of his memories, he was very sure that this was his first time smoking.
He was choking and coughing.
Ye Minglang was amused by his appearance.
"Another bite?"
Chen Li lost his sense of smell, and the smoke had little effect between his lips and tongue.
He still didn't understand why Ye Minglang said that this thing could relieve anxiety, so he wanted to try it again, so he nodded.
Unexpectedly, Ye Minglang threw the remaining half of the cigarette out of the window, grabbed his shoulders and asked him to turn around, then leaned over behind him, leaned close to his ear, and whispered softly: "Good children don't smoke. Now - you should go."
With a force of both hands, he pushed Chen Li towards the glass window.
Shen Li's body lost balance and ripples appeared on the glass.
He struggled and turned half a circle, his upper body completely sunk in and still leaning backwards.
Don't want to leave.
Don't want to leave.
I want to stay too.
None of these words came out.
As he fell, Shen Li took one last look at the man.
When the crisis came, he was still sitting lazily by the window.
The luster on the earring on the right ear flashed one by one.
He tilted his head to look out the window. There were monsters roaming everywhere, blood was splattered three feet away, and corpses were lying for thousands of miles...
Under the eerie red moon, he accepted his final destination so calmly.
The gaze looking into the distance seems to be choosing a resting place for itself.
The heavy rain had already soaked his clothes.
Chen Li lay flat on the flooded asphalt road and opened his eyes anxiously.
The blood eye hidden behind the clouds discovered his presence again.
The giant-like sticky asphalt people, in twos and threes, surrounded him with absolutely overwhelming momentum and terrifying appearance.
Compared with their huge size, Shen Li lying on the asphalt road looks as small as an ant.
Back.
Chen Li stood up and looked down at the small pond at his feet.
He slowly raised his foot and stepped towards the pond.
Water splashed everywhere, but the ground under my feet was still solid.
He walked to the display case on the side of the road again, reached out tentatively, and touched the glass.
It was cold.
He couldn't get through.
Neither puddles nor glass will do.
Is it because I just came back from that world and can’t go back in a short time?
Time travel is time-sensitive, so how long does he have to wait before he can get there?
While Shen Li was concentrating on thinking about these questions, a huge black hand descended from the sky and pinched him tightly in its palm.
The sticky liquid wrapped around his body and he felt suffocated.
Chen Li opened his eyes in the darkness and sighed in disappointment:
"I didn't want this to happen..."
His left hand moved slightly, and a golden talisman fell from the sky. The sudden weight pressed the giant hand to the ground, making it unable to move.
Three seconds later, the hand exploded from the inside out with a "bang".
Chen Li walked out of the dirty mud intact and said lightly:
"But you guys are really - so annoying."
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