The night was dark, and before you knew it, black covered everything.

This is the most prosperous city, and it is not exempt from vulgarity. The road was originally full of traffic, but at this moment, no one came.

Ling Yuan didn't know if it was a dream or reality, and when she opened her eyes, she was already standing in the middle of the road.

It looks like it's my own downstairs, but if you look closely, it's not like this. She could only see the zebra crossing, which seemed to stretch infinitely, and there was no light in the surrounding buildings, and even the sign of the bar street was dim.

There is nothing everywhere, and the two roads in front and behind are like endless extensions.

Where is this? Ling Kite quickly reacted, this place looked very familiar, but in fact, he was in a strange place.

Before Ling Yuan could react, her feet were very heavy and she couldn't take a step. The inky night sky, like the curtain of the stage, slowly descended, and inadvertently, it had covered all the scenes in his field of vision.

Now under Ling Kite's feet, only the infinitely extended zebra crossing remains, like an escalator in the underwater world, with life, slowly moving.

This must be his own delusion, when Ling Yuan looked down at the zebra crossing under his feet, he found that it was probably just a visual illusion, the zebra crossing, and it had not moved!

Perhaps the surroundings were plunged into darkness, and Ling Kite's gaze was attracted by Zhe's only color.

The white zebra crossing, as if it had spirituality, slowly jumped under Ling Kite's gaze. The blood-red bubbles are like boiling water, or tropical summers that have been boiled into asphalt, bubbling, and then bursting at the maximum.

It's just that the terrifying red, and the weird smell that gradually spreads, makes Ling Yuan have no way to face this feeling.

She was afraid of the color of blood, it had always been! So much so that when Lian Weiwei said those words today, Ling Yuan would feel that she was a complete madman. said that he was in pain and scared, even if he was a fool, he knew how to protect himself and not listen to anything.

But now, Ling Kite seems to have no other choice but to face it. Facing the gloomy little box at that time, the pool of blood that had long since turned dark, and a cold corpse, let the grief spread.

This seems to be a deliberate explanation that Ling Chuchu is not his own now.

"It's you! I know it's you, come out, come out quickly! Don't you call yourself a demon, so timid, don't you want me to see your true face?"

Ling Yuan bit her lower lip and clenched her fists tightly, as if she had mustered up her courage. There were some things that Ling Yuan didn't dare to say, but at this moment, he still couldn't help but say something.

"It's me!

"Ah......h

The earth began to tremble, followed by an urgent voice, coupled with a woman's scream, which stung Ling Kite's eardrums, Ling Kite covered her ears, a little helpless, but forced to accept this feeling.

Terror eroded Ling Kite pervasively, and her only living nerve seemed to remind Ling Kite that the eternal, short-lived warmth of the present could not withstand the utterness of this hysterical fear.

Ling Kite admits that from the beginning, she was afraid, and the game brought her a unique fear.

On the contrary, Ling Yuan was like there was no way to refuse, although his heart was up and down, he was still unwilling to give up a trace of hope.

"Are you scared?"

The sound of metal, which generally has no soul, sounded in Ling Yuan's ears, and the feeling of sizzling was extremely noisy.

"Do you think I'm going to be scared? I just know, you're just a game, what am I going to be afraid of, or are you capable of making something? I don't believe it, I can't get out of you, I don't believe it, I can't bring Ling Chuchu. ”

Ling Yuan raised her head in pain, as if she was making a final confront.

At this moment, the scene once again switched to the familiar abandoned factory, at least, that's how Ling Kite had always described this place.

Although it didn't smell of abandonment, Ling Kite had always believed that this was not a place for humans to set foot in.

"Congratulations on coming to Game of Death!"

The mechanical repetition of the voice, Ling Yuan didn't know how many times she had heard it, but Ling Yuan didn't have any companions around her! This is the second time she has come here alone, I don't know why, although she returned to reality according to the rules of the game, this time, they agreed, it has nothing to do with the game.

How could I still be here.

Ling Kite forgot that this so-called demon was an out-and-out big liar, and no matter how hard they tried, they couldn't get out of this place.

Ling Yuan felt an unprecedented pain, which quietly spread in his heart, and that bitter taste was not something that ordinary people could experience.

"What are you going to do, we said yes, into reality, never harassed. ”

Ling Yuan seemed a little annoyed, everything about himself was given by this game, maybe among these people, only Ling Yuan stood here, openly arguing with this so-called death game.

In fact, Ling Kite wasn't afraid of anything in the first place, if it was really a bit boring in this game, even if he wanted to dodge, some things would still follow.

"It's a winner's benefit. ”

This voice was extremely low, and Ling Yuan still had a creepy feeling when she listened to it. This is a nightmare, Ling Kite knows, everything is an illusion. Because of so much experience before, Ling Yuan would not be stupid now, and thought that he had really come to another place.

"I'm not a three-year-old child, do you want to coax me, your so-called welfare, I'm not rare at all, I just hope that I can get out of here, that's all." ”

Ling Kite's tone was very resolute, not wanting to stay here was also her only thought. She couldn't stand this dull feeling, and it was always worse than death.

As soon as Ling Yuan's voice fell, there was no reply, and the surroundings were quiet, like before the storm, the last calm, and then maybe death came, but for Ling Yuan, it didn't matter at all.

Ling Yuan couldn't describe the feeling now, she didn't make a sound at all, whether she wanted to bring herself back to reality, or did she want to punish her own resistance and make everything worse.

Ling Yuan never understood, never understood, some things were a mystery from the beginning, and everything like a fog made Ling Yuan even more unable to see the road ahead.

Thinking of this, Ling Yuan's heart couldn't help but feel a little frightened.

"You are there, why did I say two words and you didn't have a voice, did you admit it?"

When people are most frightened, they have such a common problem, that is, they will use words and voices to offset their fears. Ling Yuan is obviously such a typical example, she is really afraid, everything that is about to come, but there is no way, she can only use her own voice to do the most invisible intimidation.

It doesn't seem like there's no truth to it.

The surrounding scene became clearer little by little, unlike just now, except for the vague scene, the rest of the places were the kind of boundless darkness, the feeling of just rising, but this feeling of fear was infinitely aggravated.

The blood-colored vines climbed up the white wall again, like countless unjust souls, scrambling for food from hell, the blood-colored vines that were as vivid as bewitchment, slowly rising, and in an instant, filled the entire space.

Those vines, unwirelessly expanded, and the silk was entangled, as if they had sucked up blood and were about to spit out.

For the fresh blood, Ling Yuan always has such an indescribable fear, hovering in this fear, now I am afraid that it has really fulfilled what Lian Weiwei said not long ago, does Lian Weiwei really know anything, Ling Yuan is only now beginning to have such doubts.

Perhaps, it was just a simple question, and Ling Yuan had no other thoughts.

Until, the blood-colored vines climbed to the ceiling and hung down wantonly, and some could even touch Ling Kite's shoulders.

Ling Yuan stepped back step by step, not knowing what was waiting for him, this kind of nightmare, and everything was not over, he couldn't leave here.

The ring on his hand emitted a very strange light, and it also carried an abnormal temperature, as if it was about to merge into Ling Kite's blood and bones.

"What do you want to do, can't you afford to lose?"

As soon as Ling Kite's words fell, the only rickety chandelier was gone, and there was no light, and there was silence all around, and the smell of blood gradually spread.

Don't, she doesn't want to, she doesn't want to be surrounded by this feeling, the current Ling Kite wants to think of such a way to completely get rid of such fear.

"This is the trailer of the game, the trailer of the winner. ”

The metallic voice sounded again, emotionless and without warning, lingering in the dark and silent air, like the last horn of death, and all resistance was to no avail.

The deep fear that came before death came down little by little, and in this fear I opened my eyes wide, and I breathed heavily, and I couldn't grasp any life-saving straw, as if I was about to meet something even more terrifying.

Ling Kite's heart was about to collapse.

That guilt, with the fear of death accumulated over the years, slowly escalated, enveloping everything little by little.

At this time, Ling Yuan grabbed his scalp tightly, maybe with a little more strength, he could tear off his scalp together, trying to rely on this clear feeling to keep himself awake all the time.