Chapter 21 The Crybaby's Endless Escape (Part Two)
Chen Mengxi was very anxious as she looked at Si Yisi, who was "frightened to tears".
She gently tugged at Si Yisi's sleeve, her face filled with anxiety. What if her adopted cousin had angered that burly man?!
Their arms and legs combined probably aren't even as thick as that fierce-looking man's legs!
Si Yisi felt tears streaming down his face... a sense of collapse. He looked up at Chen Mengxi, who gasped softly and collapsed to the ground.
What, what's going on! How could my cousin, who always cowers like a woman, have such a terrifying look in his eyes? She must be mistaken!
You must have misread it.
Si Yisi wept without expression, clenching her fists to try and calm herself down... calm down.
He glanced at Chen Mengxi, and thinking about the ghost that would follow her in the future, he forced himself to remain calm.
It's just a persona, he can stick to it!
The bald man, whose wrist was wrapped in something cold and slippery, was so frightened that his horns felt like they were about to break. He quickly shrank his head under his body to hide.
Few people actually listened to the burly player; on the contrary, his fiery tone seemed to ignite the new players' dissatisfaction, anxiety, annoyance, and other negative emotions.
An old man raised his cane and swung it at the empty space in front of the burly player, but he was probably afraid of the player's size, so he stopped halfway through.
"Fuck your mother, who the hell are you? Why should we listen to you? Did you kidnap us here?!"
"Pah! What nonsense!"
"With a group of us going up there, are we afraid we can't beat his few guys?!"
"Grandma, Grandma! Where am I? I want ice cream, fried chicken nuggets, fries, mashed potatoes, and chicken wings!!" A naughty child cried and threw a tantrum.
"Heh." The burly player sneered, raised his hand and pulled out a gun from who-knows-where, then fired several shots into the air above his head!
"Ah—!" The noisy shouts and curses turned into screams of agony.
Several newcomers instinctively crouched down to protect themselves, or fell down.
After a scream, there was a deathly silence.
Si Yisi didn't need to deliberately put on such a posture... He was already weak in the legs and collapsed to the ground, with tears streaming down his face like a burst dam.
but.
He glanced at Chen Mengxi, the cousin of the original owner of Shen Chen. She looked like someone who had been scared out of their wits, but Si Yisi clearly felt that Chen Mengxi had just subconsciously pulled his body forward and blocked him.
Thinking this, the tears flowed even more uncontrollably.
Si Yisi: "..."
Bear with it for a moment, and you'll feel great for a while!
Si Yisi overheard someone in the small group following behind him whisper, "Pah, if it weren't for wanting to earn some points to explain things to newbies, I wouldn't bother with these bastards!"
integral……
And that gun must have been obtained through a redemption process.
Si Yisi wasn't surprised; he'd seen countless worlds like this. He just wondered if any of the exchanged items would contain cultivation techniques that Ah Tu could practice.
The burly player impatiently introduced himself and explained: "Can you all understand human language now? Huh?! I'm Qi Muyang, and I'm here for you trashy newbies..."
He pointed the gun at the terrified man in front of him, making no attempt to conceal his threat.
No one dared to refute the rubbish he used.
Si Yisi knew that this player was actually the type to put on a brave face even when he was not. He only had an advantage over other newcomers in one or two games, but he was so unscrupulous and had big ambitions, trying to recruit other veteran players in this game...
Tsk.
If you don't court death, you won't die.
In Chen Chen's memory, this burly player died after only half the battle.
Shen Chen's memories are so pitifully few, so Si Yisi cannot rule out the possibility that the death of the burly player was due to malicious competition from veteran players present.
"Listen up! You—ha, you're now in a never-ending escape game, and no one can escape..." The burly player lowered his voice, "You'll be playing a fun game with monsters... If you get caught or killed, hey, you'll suffer a fate worse than death!"
Si Yisi finally stopped crying temporarily. He took advantage of Chen Mengxi to avoid the sight of other players and wiped away his tears.
He listened to the burly player speak, his head bowed, looking timid and uneasy.
Si Yisi sensed a strange, disdainful gaze coming from Shen Chen's cousin.
He didn't understand where Chen Mengxi got her sense of superiority. She herself was just as pathetic as Shen Chen, so what right did she have to judge Shen Chen as a good-for-nothing?
Si Yisi subconsciously sensed that Chen Mengxi's ending, which was not witnessed by Shen Chen, could not be good.
"Beep!"
Happy New Year! Happy New Year! Wishing everyone a Happy New Year! We sing, we dance, wishing everyone a Happy New Year!
Suddenly, a cheerful song drifted from all directions into the closed room.
The song's lyrics are cheerful, but the cheerful yet malicious clown-like voice is chilling.
"Just a friendly reminder... Don't run out after the door is open, haha."
The burly player stopped abruptly at this point.
The group of veteran players following behind him practically herded all the other players to the closed entrance, like sheep.
The shouting and cursing had ceased after a minor lesson, but Si Yisi could feel the trembling of the shoulders of the thin woman huddled next to him.
The door slowly opened, and snow poured in from outside.
What came into view was a world of swirling snow and ice, with gusts of biting wind that almost crushed one's will.
Some people stepped back, trying to avoid the fierce wind and snow.
"Don't move!" A veteran player threatened, pointing a gun at the person who was moving.
Si Yisi knew they would have to wait a long time this time. The snow would break a person's willpower. He could feel the crowd pushing and shoving, and an uneasy feeling was growing.
Some even considered closing down, but veteran players blocked their way with guns in hand.
"I want to leave! I want to leave!" Finally, a player who was forced to stand at the front shouted.
He ran frantically towards the snow-covered area outside.
The player's figure was reflected in Si Yisi's pupils.
The player had only run a few steps when an old bus drove up and ran him over.
The player's shouts stopped abruptly, and the bus, without stopping, drove straight to the door.
But everyone saw clearly how that player died.
His body was torn to pieces; it had been crushed into several chunks of flesh after being run over, which was not normal at all!
Thick, fresh blood stained the snow, but they all heard strange chewing sounds coming from the snow. These terrifying sounds of meat and bones being chewed together were like the tolling of a death knell. Most importantly, the amount of blood was gradually decreasing, until finally not a single drop of blood remained.
Fear gripped the players' hearts, and some even began to retch and cry quietly.
Everyone reacted differently, but the only thing they had in common was that they spoke very softly, as if afraid of provoking any terrifying things that might be lurking in the snow.
"Beep beep beep!" The bell rang, and the old bus seemed to be urging the player to get on.
The veteran players were the first to log in, followed closely by the other new players who were forced to realize the dangers of this escape game.
The bus was warm; it's hard to imagine that such a dilapidated bus, which looks like it's from ten years ago, is equipped with heating.
Once inside, the cold was dispelled by the warmth, and many players even relaxed their tense minds a little because of the change in temperature.
The bus driver was a gloomy woman, but no one wanted to think about whether she was a human or a ghost.
The players all sat quietly in their seats, and no one dared to move an inch.
The bus started moving slowly, passing by the mangled body of the first player who had died.
Si Yisi saw that one after another rough little paper figures suddenly sprang out from the player's barely cobbled-together chunks of flesh.
The countless tiny paper figures all faced the players, raising their mouths high as if painted with blood.
If it were a human face, the corners of his mouth would stretch straight to his ears!
"Ah!" a player exclaimed softly.
Si Yisi stared intently, tears streaming down his face, only to be dried by the warmth of the heater.
He heard the sound escaping from the paper figure's bright red mouth.
"You, all, must, die, die, die, die, die—"
Si Yisi uttered a sentence expressionlessly.
—You will all die.
Yes, I killed him.
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