Chapter 072 Chapter 72
Li Qingshan sat on the ground for a long time before he vaguely heard someone talking to him. He listened for a long time and barely heard the voice of No. 2, floating over from not far away.
"Are you okay?" No. 2 asked worriedly.
Li Qingshan squinted his eyes and looked over in the direction of the voice. He could only see a black shadow in front of him. The black shadow seemed to be squatting, not far from him, with two miserable white eyes looking at him. It didn't look like a human being, but it should not have any bad intentions, because at this distance, if No. 2 wanted to take action, he would not wait until now.
Li Qingshan nodded reluctantly. He felt a furnace in his head. Black coal balls were burning in the furnace. He was sweating profusely because of the heat. He felt that the burning coal balls would fall out of his head if he moved a little. He was hit by a strong sense of dizziness.
He frowned and put his hands on his knees. When the dizziness came, he subconsciously exerted force on his hands and held his knees. A strong pain came up from his knees again. He shuddered in pain. White light flashed in front of his eyes. His body swayed slightly and he almost collapsed to the ground. His hands were powerless and drooped limply.
But it was a blessing in disguise. Although the pain was intense, he felt his mind cleared up a little and the dizziness was not as severe. The
big beads of sweat on his forehead fell down, and he felt cold all of a sudden. Like rain, they fell from his head, or on the back of his hands, or on his arms, or on his clothes, and gave him another shudder, but this time it was because of the cold.
Wet beads of sweat fell on the skin and slowly rolled down the arm, as if a soft, cold and extremely long tongue was slowly licking it. Li Qingshan almost got goose bumps all over his body because of this. He raised his hand and quickly wiped off the sweat on his skin. He felt much better now.
"I didn't expect you to be alive until now, but I'm very happy," the host said with a grin, "Welcome to the third game I arranged!"
His voice didn't sound very happy, and a little weird, but he didn't have good intentions, so this was not a problem.
"Let me introduce the rules of the new game to you!" The host's smile deepened, and he seemed to be confident, and his tone was calmer than the previous sentence.
Number Two squatted not far away, all wet, with water dripping from the corners of his clothes. He hugged his arms and knees with his hands, buried his face in his chest, and trembled slightly. Only a pair of white eyes were exposed on his arms. He looked at the drowsy Li Qingshan with a worried face, and said nothing.
"From your current position," the host seemed to have thought of something very happy, and couldn't help laughing and saying one after another, "You have to stand up and keep walking forward. Stop every ten steps. The time you stop is your rest time. This is a straight road with no turning places. If you encounter it, please try your best to distinguish the direction to go straight, and don't go the wrong way!"
The last sentence was gloomy, as if it was a meaningful curse.
Li Qingshan frowned.
The host then said with a smile: "I am kindly reminding you!
If a person is walking behind another person and wants to call the person in front, you must first put your hand on the person's left shoulder and then talk to him. This is the process of the game, but you must not call his name, otherwise it will be considered a violation.
If someone puts his hand on your right shoulder and calls your name while talking to you, you must not answer him, and don't even look back!"
Li Qingshan felt that his eyes had regained some light, so he squinted his eyes to look for the figure of No. 2 around him. He vaguely saw the other person's shadow, so he raised his hand and waved gently.
Number Two almost rolled and crawled over, using all four limbs to get in front of him, but he didn't know what to do, so he was uneasy and stopped, curled up in front of him in an extremely awkward posture, like a brand new animal, a bear at first glance, but a big, squirming, curled up worm at a closer look.
His heart was beating wildly in his chest.
He felt that his heart had become smaller, and he could hold it with one hand, tied only by a thin blood vessel. If he pinched it with the nails of two fingers, he would die. His face gradually turned blue and purple, and he was panting. He was about to scare himself to death, but his brain didn't realize it.
Li Qingshan managed to draw a faint smile on his pale face, like a stroke of ink with too much water on an ancient painting. He raised his hand and gently pressed it on his shoulder, almost as if he was touching it. His voice was even lighter, like a feather dangling in the air that never fell down: "Don't be afraid."
No one knew how Li Qingshan found No. 2's shoulder so accurately in the darkness.
Anyway, No. 2 shuddered, as if he suddenly woke up, or as if he had been injected with chicken blood. He clenched his fists, his eyes lit up, and said with an excited smile: "I'm not afraid anymore!"
Li Qingshan nodded, took his hand back, and asked him with his eyes downcast, feeling very tired: "Are you going in front or behind?"
No. 2 said: "I'll go in front!"
He lowered his head, a little embarrassed, and blushed and muttered: "You ask too much, I don't remember it very well, if you let me go in the back, I'll be nervous , you will definitely forget everything, then you won’t be able to survive!"
Li Qingshan nodded and said, "Okay, you go in front and I will go behind, I won’t call your name. If we are close, maybe I will put my arm around your left shoulder and talk to you. If the distance is far, I can’t put my arm around your shoulder and probably won’t talk to you, so don’t even think about looking for me."
Number Two nodded firmly and said, "Okay!"
The two of them stood up holding the wall beside them, one in front and one behind, took a deep breath, made full preparations, and slowly began to move forward.
At this time, they realized that this seemed to be an underground alley, very narrow, wet on both sides, and seemed to be built with old stones. There was a little moss on the surface, soft, slippery and wet. When they pressed it with one hand, it swayed, just like pressing a pus bag. Suddenly, a sticky liquid flowed out with a puff, emitting a fishy smell. No one knew what color it was, and no one knew what it was.
It just made the palm of the hand itchy, the fingertips sticky, and the palm of the hand gradually hurt. It was difficult to bend or straighten, as if the skin was shortened and the whole hand was useless. It seemed that there was no other way but to hold on to the wall.
Li Qingshan took a step forward, and No. 2 had already taken a step and a half in front of him, and the distance between them was widened. When he took the tenth step, No. 2's figure was already far away, almost invisible, hazy, like a puff of smoke that would dissipate in the next moment.
At this time, even if Li Qingshan wanted to put his arm on the other person's shoulder, he couldn't do it, because his arm was not that long. The distance between them was no longer the distance at the beginning, and it was too late to talk now.
Li Qingshan frowned, rested for a while, counted his steps and started to move forward. This time, before he took ten steps, the person in front of him had disappeared, without a trace.
Li Qingshan slowed down, and suddenly a hand was placed on his right shoulder. A faint voice called his name in a hoarse voice behind him. He did not respond, did not stop, and did not change his speed.
After a long while, the hand on his shoulder did not retract. Another voice called his name at the back of his head, but he still did not respond. After a while, a new voice behind him said to him: "Number Four! Number Four! Why are you still walking? Stop! If you continue to move forward, you will get stuck inside and cannot get out!"
Li Qingshan still did not respond, but he felt that the shoulder on the side where the hand was placed was getting heavier and more painful.
He rolled his eyes and glanced at it, and found that the piece of cloth had turned black and some sticky liquid was oozing out. The texture was similar to that of oil and was slippery.
His shoulders were much lower than before, as if someone had pressed them down with great force, almost breaking his bones. Blood was oozing out of them, soaking his clothes.
He could feel that the longer time went by and the further he went, the more painful his shoulders became. In a trance, he seemed to hear the wailing and crackling sounds of his bones.
A woman's screams mixed in his ears, like the screams of someone being pulled by the hair and having their neck cut with a very sharp knife to let blood.
At first glance, it sounded a bit like the screams of a pig being slaughtered, very sharp, very miserable, and very piercing.
Li Qingshan frowned, not wanting to continue listening, but one hand couldn't be lifted up because of the shoulder problem, and it was impossible for the other hand to cover both ears at once.
There is not much difference between covering one ear and not covering it.
Moreover, if he really did that, his ear would not get better, and the other shoulder that was not supported by his hand would also start to hurt, which would be troublesome.
He had no choice but to frown and endure, hoping that the sharp screams would fade away as soon as possible.
But after a long time, the sound was still there, getting closer and closer from a distance, almost sticking to his back, as if the female ghost had discovered his position and was about to stretch out her long blood-red nails to attack his neck.
He wanted to turn around and take a look. He didn't know if there was really a female ghost, nor did he know what she looked like, but he was afraid that he would not be able to see it if he turned his head away, and he would die, so there was no need to do that.
After hesitating, he controlled his impulse and walked to the tenth step without looking back. When he stopped, the screams in his ears suddenly disappeared.
The surroundings became quiet. He could only hear his own breathing and footsteps, and the rustling sound when he put his hands on the wall. It was as quiet as a cemetery, and he was the only living person in it.