Chapter 8: The First Item: Deserted City Notes
Seeing that he was unmoved, the silver snake began to circle around his finger bones frantically.
It was as if it would break his finger bones if he didn't agree.
The silver snake ring cannot speak, and to humans, it is just a small accessory.
If you don’t like it anymore, just take it off and throw it away.
Ye Minglang pinched the cold snake body, trying to take it off his index finger.
The tiny silver scales scraped against his fingertips, but no matter how hard he tried, he couldn't get them off. The silver snake's fangs were firmly embedded in his flesh, as if to pierce through his bones, and the snake's body was wrapped around his knuckles until they turned white.
Ye Minglang raised his hand in dissatisfaction, and the skin on his index finger gradually turned blue and black.
It seems to be a poisonous snake?
He found this ring by accident when he was completing a task. He thought it was a good thing, so he kept it.
I didn't expect that I would make such a mistake.
Fortunately, he is cruel to others and even crueler to himself.
The sharp dagger shone coldly.
It's just a temporary loss of a finger. After the delivery is completed, all the damage suffered during the mission will be restored.
"Although it may be a little inconvenient, but - threatening me? Are you qualified?"
With a wave of his hand, a piece of the index finger fell to the ground.
The silver snake remained curled up until it landed on the ground, tightly wrapping around the severed finger.
Ye Minglang stood there, slowly treating his wounds.
The silver snake coiled on the ground and slowly swallowed up the piece of index finger.
The body changed from a narrow string to a plump one in an instant.
The well-fed silver snake spit out its tongue contentedly.
Unexpectedly, when he looked up, he saw a foot stepping towards him without hesitation.
It was about as long as an index finger. After eating the index finger, the snake's body had been stretched into the shape of half a straw, making it less flexible when swimming.
Its body was almost broken, and it barely escaped the trampling. Just as it changed direction to run, a dagger was accurately nailed to the ground in front of it.
It should be thankful that it was too full and moving slowly.
Otherwise, the dagger would have been nailed into its body.
Ye Minglang methodically pulled out the dagger and approached it step by step.
I ate his index finger, it’s good enough that he didn’t turn to dust, but you still want to run away?
After this ordeal, the silver snake gave up twisting its body to escape, and instead adopted a very strange posture, rolling to the side.
The ground of the ruined building was littered with broken glass.
The silver snake rolled its body with difficulty and drilled into a piece of glass like a loach.
Ripples of water spread out on the broken glass. Most of the silver snake's body had gone inside, leaving only the tip of its tail sticking out provocatively, pointing straight up to the sky, as if giving him the middle finger in provocation.
Just when Ye Minglang was about to grab the snake's tail, the silver snake suddenly disappeared into the glass.
Actually went through.
He felt as if he had been fooled, and his expression was solemn and murderous.
He picked up the small piece of glass in his hand. Without his index finger, he could only hold it with his thumb and middle finger.
The white light refracted by the mirror briefly passed in front of his eyes as he adjusted the angle of the glass.
The man's eyes were reflected in the narrow piece of glass.
He opened his eyes in the darkness. His thick and dense eyelashes pressed down his gloomy eyes. A bright golden light floated in the depths of his dark pupils.
If those eyes weren't so empty, such a close distance might have surprised him.
What a pity.
The silver snake's every move was too deliberate. Was it intentionally trying to attract him there?
Although losing a finger made him feel very unhappy at the moment, it was not his style to insist on taking the step when he knew there was a problem.
Between the index finger and the middle finger, the bloody wound surface was still oozing blood.
He loosened his grip slightly, and the piece of glass slipped from his fingertips and fell to the ground with a crisp sound.
He strolled along the dilapidated corridors.
The scene where that person was at the moment kept flashing on the windows on both sides.
In the first three or two steps, the corner of my eye glanced faintly at the broken glass window.
Empty gymnasium.
The asphalt man rising from the ground.
A blind boy.
These asphalt people seem to have evolved over time.
In the silence, one of the asphalt men suddenly spoke up: "Is there anyone? Help me, I'm so scared."
It simulated the voice of a child calling for help, even down to the anxious and frightened tone, and imitated it by 60%.
But fortunately, it is only 60% image.
If you listen carefully, you can find clues.
The Asphalt Man's pronunciation is not very clear and has many flaws, so ordinary people will not be easily fooled.
But the next second, he heard the man's voice coming from the other side of the glass.
"Where are you? I'll come and help you."
Ye Minglang: “…”
He overestimated him. He insisted on falling into a trap that ordinary people wouldn't fall into, and he insisted on falling for a trick that ordinary people wouldn't be fooled by.
Even the King of Hell himself cannot save such a fool.
Have a nice journey!
"I'm so scared..."
The Asphalt Man was still acting out his performance vividly, constantly using his crying to guide him towards him.
"Are you hurt anywhere? Are you bleeding?"
Chen Li moved closer to the direction of the crying sound step by step.
Until he stood in front of the Asphalt Man and reached forward to touch him.
It was getting closer. His finger was right in front of the Asphalt Man, just a little further.
"Come a little closer, come a little closer, I'm here."
The Asphalt Man imitated the little girl's voice to guide him in the direction of his death.
Chen Li reached forward and his fingertips touched something sticky.
The sticky substance like asphalt began to surge, moving upwards towards his fingers like crazy, and in the blink of an eye it enveloped his entire arm.
Ye Minglang stopped and began to appreciate his tragic death.
There was still an indifferent look on his face.
At this point, Shen Li realized something was wrong.
But it's too late to break free now.
Ye Minglang tried to find any expression of panic, regret, or fear on his face.
But no.
A relieved smile suddenly appeared on Shen Li's face.
"Ah, it turns out to be fake."
"Luckily, it's fake."
Ye Minglang didn’t understand. How could he laugh when death was imminent?
He was waiting for him to pay for his own stupidity, but now that things had come to this, what was he celebrating about?
Are you glad that it wasn't a real injured child who needed help?
Are you glad it was just a monster?
Glad no one was hurt?
In the huge gymnasium, the trapped Shen Li did not struggle.
The sticky asphalt clung to him tightly and even rose to his fragile neck.
The dark, ugly asphalt gathered in one place, clinging to his neck, rising up his face and covering his left eye.
He had seen those eyes up close.
Now those bright golden eyes were about to be obliterated, but why? He was still so calm.
So calm that he doesn't look like a dying person.
By the time the black asphalt completely covered him, it was too late.
The Asphalt Man devoured his flesh and blood greedily like a leech, and was extremely excited when he touched the wound and blood on his forehead.
Everything was as expected.
There were no pleasant miracles.
Ye Minglang turned around with boredom.
“Pah.”
In the darkness, there seemed to be a pool of rotten meat falling to the ground.
“Patta, patta…”
More landing sounds broke the silence at the moment.
The spider-web-like cracks on the broken window cut the boy's body into pieces.
The boy still stood there motionless, and the pieces of asphalt clinging to his body peeled off from his face one after another.
The Asphalt Man couldn't even devour him!
How is that possible?
How could he be safe and sound?
The asphalt on the boy's body peeled off piece by piece to the ground, drying up and disappearing at a speed visible to the naked eye.
The sticky and dirty liquid did not leave any trace on his body.
He still stood there cleanly.
Even the blood on his face and body was cleaned up by the asphalt monsters.
So... there's something wrong with this guy's blood?
Shen Li had just been peeled off the asphalt, his eyes were empty and his expression was confused.
"Anyone else need help?" he asked.
All the asphalt monsters fell into a long silence.
He waited for a while, but got no response.
So I continued to grope forward.
Unlike before, wherever he passed, the asphalt monsters would shrink back into the ground and give way.
Wherever he went, the asphalt monsters that had sprung up like mushrooms after a rain chose to retreat back into the ground and would not come out until he was far away.
It was as if I had encountered a very terrifying existence.
The asphalt man, who was a little slower, wished he could grow legs so he could run as far away from him as possible.
There are no obstacles ahead, it is clearly a smooth journey.
but--
"careful."
A voice suddenly appeared.
In the darkness, on the other side of the world, Ye Minglang crossed the windowsill, passed through the thin barrier, and came here.
Guiding Shen Li without anyone noticing, "You can't go forward, it's blocked by monsters, I'll lead you this way."
A warm hand held his fingertips.
The Asphalt Man poked his head out and glanced in that direction somewhat speechlessly.
If there is something blocking the way, don't we all retreat? What is blocking the way?
Despicable human beings! Human beings full of lies!
In this world ruled by rules, everyone is blind today, so how can the person who is showing him the way see?
Chen Li was a simple-minded person and didn't think about it too much.
He just felt that the other party had helped him, and he said with all his heart, "Thank you."
This made Ye Minglang feel that this person was easy to deceive.
He helped him walk forward and couldn't help but remind him: "Those monsters will imitate humans calling for help."
"I know." Shen Li said.
"You know?" Ye Minglang didn't know whether he was being tough or just trying to be brave. "You knew and yet you went over there?"
"I'm just worried that if someone really needs help, I won't miss it if I ignore them. Besides, that monster shouldn't be able to hurt me."
Ah, it turns out that this person is the complete opposite of him.
Sophisticated egoism and selfless altruism.
Ye Minglang took another look at the wound on his forehead. It was blood, right? Could his blood ward off evil spirits?
It would be nice if you could verify it.
"Are you a courier too?" Chen Li asked.
Before Ye Minglang could answer, he soon heard him say, "Your voice sounds unfamiliar. You must be the courier from the relay team ahead of us."
Ye Minglang could actually agree with the other party and say yes, but for some reason, he disdainfully lied in front of him.
"no."
He bent down, pulled out a piece of snake tail from under his feet, lifted up the silver snake that had swallowed a piece of his finger, and shook it in front of the other person's eyes where he could not see at all.
The silver snake was still twisting and struggling, like a pest about to be crushed to death.
"I'm only--coming here to catch the snake."
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