Ruosheng stood in front of the floor-to-ceiling windows on the 88th floor of the Amber Museum, looking at the traffic below, and the lights were dim. Pen ~ fun ~ Pavilion www.biquge.info endless flow of vehicles roaring like a fire dragon.

She took a deep breath and pulled out the phone she had been holding in her hand.

The screen is always bright, bright and white.

"Hey, I'm here, what's next?" She felt her limbs getting colder and colder, and even her voice trembled a little. The sound over there was like a nightmare for her.

"......" was silent on the other end of the phone, as if deliberating.

Every second of silence, Ruosheng felt tormented, as if he was being choked by death.

This phone call that threatened her for nearly half a month was like a demon who could come out of the darkness at any time. It's like the next moment, her death sentence will be pronounced.

"Jump." Said over there.

“…… Good. Pale voice.

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............... When she came back to her senses, she was already dizzy from the sound of the wind. The howling wind roared in her ears, piercing through her eardrums and piercing into the depths of her soul, reminding her of a kind of wind demon called the Weasel, whose fragile currents seemed to be overwhelmed, cut by the arc of her fall, and let out a scream that bordered on mournful.

The voice was like a mourning, and she felt less and less of her body temperature as she fell rapidly, as if it had been washed clean by the miserable screaming wind blade. Ruosheng opened his eyes with difficulty, wanting to see how much time Hades had given him, but when he opened his eyes, he was full of dazzling shadows, and his eyes were sour and unbearable, and he simply closed them.

In this way, it will inevitably end up with a puddle of rotten flesh and blood. Even if you feel the last life, you don't have any.

It's like a dead leaf on a tree, and before it even has time to leave a trace in this world, it drifts into the air and is buried.

Ruosheng allowed himself to spread his limbs in the wind, and followed the gravitational pull downward. I heard that all the things that people did before they died would be replayed like a marquee, but she couldn't remember anything, and the depths of her memory were just pale, thin and weak.

Where do birds go when they fall into the sky, where do fish go when they dry up in the sand, where do sheep go when their flesh is torn apart by a blue wolf?

She is on her way to the same place as thousands of people who have died.

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"Dust to dust, dust to earth, let the deceased be at peace, and let the living regain liberation."

The first burst was about to explode, and something hoarsely called for her to wake up in Ruosheng's mind.

As consciousness returned, she opened her heavy eyelids, as if she were opening them for the first time, and the discomfort of her eyeballs touching the air relieved her several blinks.

It was pitch black, there was nothing, she couldn't even see her body, she intuitively felt that she was lying down.

"Ahem......" The spicy sensation in the throat, like speaking for the first time.

She grabbed her chest for a while, her voice was hoarse and terrible, and she muttered to herself:

"What is this—What kind of place?"

A piece of ink, like a big mouth in pitch black chaos, waiting to devour people at any time. It didn't feel good to be in the dark, and she wrenched her hands tightly into each other for a meager sense of security.

There was the sound of the wind flowing in the air, and there was a small sound of a slashing slot. The air, accompanied by a sigh, seemed to be separated by layers of clouds and smoke, and it was not so real to hear.

"This is Shirama."

The sudden sound made Ruosheng tremble, and he subconsciously looked for the source of the sound.

It was still pitch black, not even a faint fluctuation, still the same as she had seen it a second ago.

"You don't have to look for it, you don't need to see my form."

The voice said, the words were very light, quite a weak texture, obviously not polite words, but let Ruosheng feel a sense of elegance, of course, just for a moment.

"What is Shiruma?" She couldn't figure it out, and waited quietly for the voice to answer.

"Here, there is a gap space, and forward is reincarnation. Behind is the afterlife. "The indifferent voice, just listening to it, you can feel the coldness of the master.

Ruosheng moved her lips but couldn't speak, she knew every word that the voice said, but how could she be like listening to a book from heaven when she put it together.

The clear, indifferent voice did not speak again, as if waiting for her answer.

"Who are you? …… What is the gap space? How did I end up here? ”

"Shiruma, this is where you will exist in the future." The sentences of the voice are always flat, without a single ripple.

After a pause, he continued, "As for me, I don't have a name. But you can call me Wanderer. ”

He seemed to be able to see that Ruosheng was still stunned, and said calmly, "Listen carefully." ”

"First of all, you are already dead, so you will come to the agreed white room. From now on, you are no longer an individual being, and you have to settle grievances for the spirits. ”

She looked up in shock, and it took a while to remember that she seemed to be... When she died, she hung her head gloomily and muttered, "Then am I a ghost now?" This is Hades? ”

"Not really. You're a puppet. My Gu Puppet, your soul is stored inside, because your original body has rotted to slag and can no longer be used, so you are given a new body. ”

“…… Rotten to slag. Ruosheng was silent for a while, not knowing whether she was mourning for her body or waxing her soul. Ah, falling from such a height is really already minced meat, why is she thinking about this......

A dazzling white light suddenly gathered in front of her, and the strong sense of stimulation made her subconsciously cover her eyes.

After the white light, she saw herself.

Just across from her, it was as if a large mirror had appeared out of thin air, reflecting her appearance. This is a clear violation of the rules of physics, in this place where there is no light source, the mirror that needs the light to be refracted for imaging is actually mapped. Out of her face, no, not her face yet.

It was a miserable white and terrifying face, in this place wrapped in darkness, it was particularly shocking, Ruosheng didn't dare to scream out with the word "swoon" churning in his heart.

The sisters in the mirror are probably her now, she bit her lip to suppress the hairy feeling in her heart, and carefully looked at the woman in the mirror. She has always been receptive, but now she just wants to talk to God about life.

――If nothing else, let's just look at this paper figure...... No, the appearance of the new body.

A mass of black hair that almost blended with the surrounding darkness was coiled on his head, and between the ink-like hair was the overly white face, with picturesque eyebrows, bright eyes like the moon, and delicate and slender outlines. Every facial feature seems to be carved by heaven with mountains and rivers, unique and just right. But it is not brilliant, especially those eyes are as dull as paint, and the black eyeballs are like an abyss that cannot be seen, and the ink in them will overflow and swallow her after a long time. made the whole person look lifeless, and I don't even know why Ruosheng suddenly remembered the word "factory setting".

If it is according to the aesthetics of ghosts, this body is undoubtedly a symbol of beauty. However, although she Shen Ruosheng is dead, she still can't accept this weird setting in her heart for a while......

The black hair hung down to her waist, some wrapped around her white neck, some scattered on her shoulders, Ruosheng always felt that something was strange, so she straightened up and looked carefully at the mirror, and suddenly a terrifying feeling rose from the bottom of her heart, thousands of frightened ants gnawed at her heart, and her lips began to tremble uncontrollably.

The head, head and neck of this thing are asymmetrical.

The woman's head in the mirror was slightly tilted to form what could be called an eerie angle, if it weren't for the fact that the place where it connected to the neck was blocked by the hair, she would have just noticed. Ruosheng couldn't ignore this place, and he touched his neck in horror, and the cold didn't touch the cold and wet. The slippery thing scared her all over, and she was suddenly shrouded in a terrifying gloom.

Ruosheng nervously glanced in the mirror, but fortunately, the wet thing was just hair. She blamed herself for the fuss, but why did this hair seem to be wrapped around her neck? She pulled the satin black hair behind her into her hands, but the strands of hair were like joking with her, and she wouldn't hold them.

The inky hair was almost scattered all over the ground, dragging long, long and long, like a water snake, all over the white body that wrapped around her. The psychological effect is very powerful, she instantly felt a cold touch all over her body, and her neck seemed to be bound by something, and she wanted to scream.

When she looked up, she saw the panicked face in the mirror, and the black silk thread that kept spreading like a snake.

No wonder, that weird feeling always lingers, the hair of this body is actually moving! No wonder she always felt that something was wrong, those strands of hair didn't seem to feel her amazement, as if they were alive, still completing the winding, spreading, devouring her horror, making a sound of snort.

It turned out that the sound of Suosuo was not the sound of the wind, but the hair, and she couldn't help it, so she curled up and buried her face in her arm, biting her lip tightly to choke the exclamation in her throat.

“…… Lay down a groove. Her expression was twisted and unpredictable for a moment, and the intense feeling of fear and weirdness spewed out in her heart, which made her a little numb and calm. Calm, calm, she's dead anyway, what's so scary.

In the mirror is a painted woman.

The voice has been there, he just watched all this quietly, without a trace of emotion, without a trace of temperature, it is really worthy of the word cold and thin with ten thousand bones.

"This is your new body." The voice is illusory and ethereal, as if it will be dispersed with the wind as soon as it is exited, and it is impossible to catch it.

Ruosheng raised his head when he heard this, felt a dumbness in his throat, and didn't know what to say.

“…… These people with ...... hair and "dense phobia" just want to find a wall and cry.

The creepy feeling had not subsided, and she could still see the slight movement and the sound of Suosuo in the darkness, and she knew that it was the insect-like hair, as if it was constantly multiplying, making Ruosheng's scalp tingle.

The voice didn't answer, but it was still the ones that made her shudder, and she retracted the idea of continuing to ask, and suddenly remembered something and looked up as if she felt hope.

"And what about when you're done?"

"Then I'm going to explain your tasks and permissions to you." The voice directly ignored Ruosheng's words, and his indifferent tone remained consistent.

"What do you mean?"

"You should know that you are "alive" now, but maintaining this state comes at a cost, and you have nothing left to pay, except to collect some compensation for me. The cold voice is still the same flat tone that has not changed for a hundred years.

"Remuneration? What is it......" Her eyes widened, unsure if she had the ability to collect it, or if she would be abandoned and die again in the next second.

"Now you're basic, the original structure. Your stat values are all very low. Only by completing the task can we change that. More advantageous to play survival games. You will enter the root of the resentment of the wraiths that wander in the desolation. Do it all over again. But this time, it's up to you to decide if they end up being wraiths. ”

"Here are your basic attribute values, which are critical to the success of your mission. If you can't use force, then outwit it. As soon as the voice fell, the mirror instantly cracked the lines of countless teeth and claws, and the next second it shattered, countless fragments shot towards her, and before she could dodge, those sharp blades fell weakly in front of her, touching the ground with a crisp snapping sound.

At the same time, something that looked like a picture scroll slowly disappeared from the darkness, with some complex numbers on it.

［2047］

Passive Skills: None

Special Abilities: None

Specialty: None

Possession: None

Agility: 12Mental Power: 15Force: 14Stamina: 10

Rating: None

"What is this?" She asked with wide eyes, and she couldn't care about the water snakes on her body.

"Your property value."

“…… Oh, I don't know. Ruosheng looked at the black letters in front of her, although she didn't know the standard, she was undoubtedly very unqualified.

"Although your talent is not good, most of it is acquired. Each time you run a mission, there is a chance that your stat value will be added to the mission. ”

Can it be improved in the later stage? Ruosheng nodded, "What is the so-called mission?" ”

"You can start now, if you want."

“…… Kindness? Ruosheng was still a little confused, she didn't quite understand what he meant, would it be too fast, she didn't know the rules very well. Going to an unknown territory without knowing anything made her full of uneasiness, and she subconsciously resisted: "Wait a minute, I won't ......" I don't want to!

It's a pity that the voice didn't give her a chance, Ruosheng didn't even finish the second half of the sentence and didn't come out of her throat, she felt the darkness above her head spinning, like a black whirlpool, trying to suck her in, and then she lost consciousness.

Again, she knew it was the beginning of something extraordinary.

"Don't die...... My puppet ......"

A clear and indifferent voice resounded faintly in the darkness, and soon drifted away with the wind, submerged into nothingness, and never appeared again.