[Sorry, the main system is still under maintenance in the mental space, please wait for a moment] The cold electronic sound of the subsystem still responded to him. Qingyou: "..." Okay, he knows He shook his head, walked to the bed and sat down, then took out a hair dryer from the drawer. After blow-drying his hair and putting it back in place, he lay down on the bed, staring at the ceiling in silence, and began to daydream. It was a pitch-black night, silent and eerie. Apart from the faint moonlight, the entire place was almost swallowed by darkness. The sound of the cold wind hitting the window was very loud, like a monster roaring. If the window had not been closed early, the items inside would have been blown into a mess by the wind. The rustling sound of the swaying branches was extremely obvious, like a sign of an impending storm. As if foreshadowing his past life, it was also full of ups and downs, just like these restless days and nights. But if you count the days carefully, it is normal that your peaceful life will be overturned. In the darkness, Qingyou smiled silently. The dark environment concealed the bitterness in his eyes.
Spring break is coming soon... When spring break is over, he will officially be a sophomore. The snowy nights were approaching him step by step. On that desperate night, how many devils reveled in bloody raw flesh? Could he really survive it? Does the eldest lady's sudden abnormality mean that she will also become one of the suspects in his murder on the snowy night? Qingyou didn't know, and didn't dare to guess these He would rather those assumptions were wrong and be severely slapped in the face by reality than hope that any of them would become the real disaster on the snowy night. Because Gui Yanxinmei alone is enough to cut off all his possibilities of survival. That is the real despair. It is early spring, but I feel cold inside. Looking out the window that seemed to be dotted with thick ink, Qingyou covered his chest with one hand, feeling a little depressed. Depressed, a little breathless After a moment of silence, he turned off the lights and closed his eyes. In the endless darkness, his soft sigh was heard Never mind, let's go to sleep...
Chapter 22 This is your last "Again, this..." When Qingyou opened his eyes again and regained consciousness, he found himself in this place shrouded in darkness again.
The surroundings are still as dark and silent as ever. He calmly held his hand out in front of his eyes and waved it tentatively, but still, he could see nothing. After a moment's silence, Qingyou put down his hand and did not make any other unnecessary movements. Instead, he took a step and walked forward calmly. He is not afraid of bumping into anything, nor is he afraid of ghosts suddenly appearing from the darkness, because he knows that there is nothing here except darkness. Ok? His eyes narrowed slightly, and this time, there seemed to be something different. In the distance, a faint light was flickering. Is this guiding me? Qingyou didn't know, but didn't hesitate for long. He took a step and walked towards the light step by step. As he went deeper and deeper, the light became more and more obvious, and his vision around him gradually became wider. Click click click—— Looking along the ground under his feet until the end of the light, Qingyou realized that he was walking on a bumpy concrete road. The ground was bumpy, and every step he took would make a harsh sound when he stepped on the gravel. The surroundings were shrouded in blood-red smoke. I reached out to touch it, but I couldn't see the end. ——Is it a barrier? While thinking silently, the pace of moving forward never stopped. When he finally walked to the place where the light was emitted, the scene before him gradually became clear. The earth is desolate and covered with countless tiny cracks, like broken saw teeth. Incomplete high-rise buildings stand on the ground, giving people a shaky feeling no matter how you look at them. The wall paint has long fallen off, and the wall is uneven, leaving only gray cement. The air was mixed with exhaust fumes from cars, sand was flying in the wind, the sky was gray, without even a cloud, and it was so dim that it seemed like a sign of the end of the world. --This is... An abandoned city? Muttering to himself, he stepped into this lifeless city. When he was about to make the next observation, a scene suddenly flashed through his mind. It was snowing heavily. In the empty snowfield, a young girl stood behind him. Her eyes drooped slightly, her look was empty and lifeless. She held a dagger tightly in her hands and stabbed straight forward with an emotion that seemed like despair and farewell. The following scene suddenly turns dark, and the clip ends here. It's very abrupt, as if it was implanted by some means. Qingyou touched her vagina, and an indescribable complex emotion swirled in her body. This scene Isn't this the place where he was killed in his first life? Why did it suddenly appear in my mind?
He shook his head and regained focus, but before he had time to think about it, a thin figure covered in blood appeared in his sight. "You are..." Qingyou was stunned for a moment, and subconsciously raised his foot to walk over, but the other party did not respond at all, but just laughed a terrifying and strange laugh. It's like a crow crowing hoarsely, or a rotten violin playing a harsh melody. The air was silent, the sky was dark, and everything was filled with strangeness. Qingyou pursed her lips, her expression expressionless, but a hint of nervousness rose in her heart. Because the other person's body did not move at all, his head turned little by little. What a look it was! It’s no exaggeration to say it was horrifying. His cheeks were deeply sunken, his eyes were pitch black, his pupils were an abnormally grayish white, there was no skin on his chin, revealing his white bones, and his mouth was dripping with blood, as if he had just eaten a person. When Qingyou saw the face clearly, his pupils shrank suddenly, not out of fear, but shock. Because the other person's appearance was exactly the same as in his first life. what happened? ! "The last... the last..." Just as he was wondering, intermittent voices suddenly rang out. It sounded sharp and hoarse, extremely harsh and unpleasant, yet very weak, as if it would turn into a cup of yellow earth in the next second and be blown away by the wind in this world. The last one? What do you mean... Qingyou frowned tightly, and just as he was about to ask, the scene in front of him suddenly changed drastically. The originally dilapidated city turned into black mud in an instant, emitting a foul and rotten smell. The loess beneath his feet turned into nothingness. Instead of falling, he floated in mid-air, with his back pushed by an unknown object. Like a balloon with its string loosened, he floated uncontrollably into the distance. Everything in front of me is the same as when I came here just now, it is pitch black and I can't see anything. Darkness and silence This place is like the most desperate place in people's hearts, and he himself is that wandering soul, confused, empty, eroded by helplessness, and after struggling, he returns to darkness. After wandering for an unknown amount of time, just when Qingyou was about to become numb, something strange happened. A dazzling light appeared before my eyes, and an indescribable warmth began to spread through my cold limbs. Following the light, Qingyou tilted his head and looked A giant flower with 25 petals appeared not far from sight. It took root in the inky black mud. The first twenty-four petals had already withered and were dim. The only petal that showed signs of life was the last one. ——At the end of reincarnation, you will finally see the red spider lily Hearing this sentence inexplicably, Qingyou shifted his gaze elsewhere. The next second, the scene that appeared in his eyes made his pupils shrink suddenly, and he was horrified.
This is.... The face of the person who had said strange words to him was actually printed on the first withered petals. The pair of sunken pupils were looking at him steadily, and the lips were moving slightly, as if warning or reminding him of something. Not only that, the other 24 withered petals were imprinted with his faces from every life. What they took root in was not a muddy swamp at all, but the faces of women. The foul smell of rotting was emitted by their mutilated corpses. Tens of thousands of black hairs stretched out from the corpse, tightly binding the last petal, trying to pull it down. As if it had experienced some severe injury, the light around the flower was no longer as bright as before, and the straight flower roots gradually hunched down, showing a decadent trend. At this moment, his heart seemed to be tightly strangled by a giant hand, and breathing became difficult. What... happened... My throat seemed to be blocked by something, and I couldn't speak a complete sentence fluently. My consciousness also began to blur. Until finally, the body fell down weakly Fallen into the dark abyss - "bell--" Bright sunlight poured in through the window. Qingyou reached out to turn off the noisy alarm clock. He placed the back of his right hand against his forehead. Sweat soaked his hair, making it sticky and uncomfortable. I slowly opened my eyes, but there was still a hint of drowsiness in them. He subconsciously turned to the left, but his arms were empty, and there was no sign of the sleeping face of the girl lying in his arms. ...Didn’t you come last night? The chaos in his eyes returned to clarity. He slowly sat up from the bed and leaned weakly against the wall cloth. The room was spacious and bright, and the bed sheet next to him was wrinkled and showed no signs of having been slept on. It seems that the eldest lady really didn't come here to sleep last night Stretching, well, that's a good thing only... He rubbed his temple, a trace of bewilderment flashed across his handsome face. Why do I feel so uncomfortable?
Chapter 23: Where is it? Slowly changing When something is done frequently and never changes, it will gradually become a habit. It's okay at the beginning, but if it takes a long time, it will be difficult to change. Well, so, he is used to being used as a pillow by the young lady?
Tsk, this is really a masochist. No, no, I have to get rid of this bad habit. He left the bed with a self-mockery, put on his slippers and walked to the bathroom while calling the system in his mind. "Good morning, Master Tong." "Are you there? Come out and chat for a while." "I have a collector's edition love action movie here, do you want to come out and see it?"