"What!!......! How did you turn on ......?"

Under the blood-red light, Song Xiaocheng's eyes slowly drifted away from Huan Lingyu's face. He let out a long sigh as he reached out and rubbed his head.

"For some reason, since about a month ago, there was a small space near the yard that something wasn't quite right, and the space started to get ...... Weak. So, it was a no-brainer, and I ...... carelessly."

Song Xiaocheng immediately understood what "very important, very important" meant.

"Okay. Tsk, well done, Huan Shao! Okay, Dimensional Rift, huh? So what? What's there? What did you put out there?"

Song Xiaocheng stared at Huan Lingyu's eyes again, like adults waiting for children to confess their troubles.

"Bugs. ”

Huan Lingyu said two words with difficulty, and immediately swallowed his saliva, and his eyes moved away a little.

"What?"

"Worm! Song Xiaocheng is a worm! A crawler like a centipede!"

"Uh......"

Looking at Huan Lingyu's face with an expression of imminent collapse, Song Xiaocheng felt that there was something he couldn't get.

"So, you didn't tell me to bring insecticide. ”

"Those aren't ordinary bugs. They...... They are very, very, very advanced, far more evolved than we are, telepathic, collective-conscious, and extremely evil, with a very strong instinctive desire to destroy all other living things. Those bugs spend their lives figuring out how to open interdimensional rifts, like ...... It's like the enthusiasm of the earthlings to study controlled nuclear fusion and space warping! Do you see the problem with this? Chengzi? Those bedbugs dreamed of building a pipe from there, burrowing into our world, and then killing all the earthlings, but I just opened a path for them......

"Okay, okay, so how do you want me to help you?"

"It's easy! go into that crack and close it!"

"Oh......"

Sounds like a simple task.

But then Song Xiaocheng frowned, this sentence tasted wrong.

"First of all, how do you close that crack?"

"In that otherworld, ruled by bugs, there is one of the most powerful guys. It apparently noticed the rift the moment I opened it, and it held it up with its strength...... It's constantly charging the rift, and it's holding out as much as it can, like ...... They even used their mental tentacles to test me constantly, trying to figure out how I managed to open that crack!** I'm not pouring yellow waste! Because this kind of spatial rift can't last too long, if there is no continuous energy input, the rift will be extinguished in an instant! So, what you have to do is actually very simple, you just need to rush in, kill the bug, or find a way to interrupt its charging action, and the rift will close immediately!"

"You mean, let me close that crack from the inside?"

"Yes!"

"So how am I going to get out?"

Huan Lingyu couldn't help but smile a little hard.

"yes, that's the problem. The crack can only be closed from the inside, which means that after it is closed, you have to find another way to get out. Unless ......"

Song Xiaocheng knew that things must not be so simple.

"Unless?"

"Unless, you're not really into that crack. ”

"Huh?" Song Xiaocheng didn't understand Huan Lingyu's statement for a while, "Then do I want to pretend to go in?" Standing at the door of that crack, shaking it, pretending to go in, but not actually going in?"

Huan Lingyu was also amused by his own statement, "**, you**." That's not what it means. The dimensional rift wasn't what you might think it would be—a slender vortex with the space around it cracked like broken glass—not like that. If you're going to really get through that rift, then I'm going to perform a magical ritual on you to get you there. But what I mean by 'not really entering the rift' is that I'm going to weaken the power of this magical ritual and teleport you locally. ”

Huan Lingyu said very seriously, but found that Song Xiaocheng was in a daze, and he didn't understand what he was saying at all.

"Tsk. To put it simply, I would send a part of your spiritual consciousness into that world, and leave most of you here, into a dormant state. After you successfully close the rift over there, if you really can't find any way back, I'll wake up your entity directly here, so you can get out of the way!"

"I**, Huan Lingyu, do you still have this ability?"

"Sounds mysterious, doesn't it? It's very simple, it's not - usual, it's very simple! Just like you did last time, just lie in that bed and go get some sleep, and I'll take care of the rest!"

But Song Xiaocheng still feels that things should not be so simple. Huan Lingyu knew some demons and evil arts, but he was not surprised. After all, he himself has already breathed fire in his palms, and as his best friend, Huan Shao, who is even half a point better than himself, why can't he have a little special function?

As he spoke, Huan Lingyu stood up, as if Song Xiaocheng had completely agreed to help him, holding Song Xiaocheng's arm and pressing him on the bed.

"No, no, no, wait a minute! This is obviously your own mess, why do I have to help you! Huan Lingyu, this thing sounds very dangerous, since you know the method, why don't you do it yourself? Why don't you go into that other dimension by yourself and kill some monster inside?"

"If I go into that different dimension, who will do my job? Hmm? Are you coming? Do you know the magic of dimensional travel? Do you know what he calls the 'co-amplitude suppression' of his **? What's more, I only did this kind of thing according to the research materials you gave me! I beg you, Song Xiaocheng, Brother Cheng! Save this world!"

When he was a child, when cartoons such as the wolf and the lamb or the cat and the mouse were shown on TV, Song Xiaocheng always secretly hoped that the villain would win. When he grows up, whether it is a novel, a movie or a game, he will still feel that those tall and comprehensive images that save the world from fire and water all day long are simply boring and naïve infant fantasies, and they belong to one of the top categories of people in the "One Hundred Types of People Song Xiaocheng Least Want to Be".

But when this kind of thing really happened to him, he never thought about what he should do. Maybe that kind of salvation feeling is not hypocritical, let alone naïve, but a matter of course, maybe any person with a good outlook will make exactly the same choice when he is placed in that position.

So when Ganesa showed him the scene of the end times, Song Xiaocheng would not struggle without any struggle. Similarly, when Huan Lingyu said to him, "You can save this world by doing this and this", he will still accept it silently.

After all, if the innocent are forced to shed blood, then the indifferent bystanders should be guilty of the same crime as the perpetrators.

"But can you not do it now? Let me ...... Let me go out to take a breath, drink something cold, and say something to Lin Yu anyway......"

"No! Chengzi! she must not be allowed to know about this!"

I don't know why, when Song Xiaocheng talked about Lin Yu, Huan Lingyu's reaction was very intense, as if someone had said to him, "I'm going to kill your whole family".

Song Xiaocheng glanced at Huan Lingyu in surprise, not understanding why, but he didn't ask much. After all, what happened to Lin Yu was at a loss even to him, maybe Huan Lingyu was vaguely aware of something. If that's the case, there's nothing wrong with caution.

But Huan Lingyu still nodded and agreed to Song Xiaocheng's request. When the two finally left the stuffy little bedroom, Lin Yu and Lu Zhuo were so bored that they were about to fall asleep, but Song Xiaocheng felt as if he was alive again.

In the open space outside the door, although the scorching sunlight was still fierce and vicious, it made Song Xiaocheng feel very comfortable. It's not like there's no life in that bedroom. Strange to say, Song Xiaocheng had a strange feeling about that bedroom, and he felt as if that bedroom was dead......

To say that it is "dead" seems to be a strange way to describe it. But this is indeed Song Xiaocheng's true feelings. For example, in the other rooms, or outdoors - a large small courtyard, the magical car parked on the side of the road, the red brick walls and white cement floors do not move, but there is no sense of disobedience. And that bedroom was like a cold corpse......

Standing on the terrace outside the door and breathing in the hot air, Song Xiaocheng suddenly noticed something, something that he should have noticed a long time ago, but he was so careless that he didn't realize it.

"Huan Shao?"

"Huh?"

Huan Lingyu sat on the stone pier, put his head on the stone table, and snorted weakly.

"Why is there no one in your family?"

Huan Shao didn't say a word, as if waiting for Song Xiaocheng to ask more clearly.

"Where's that little zombie? The last time I came to your house, didn't you send a little zombie who knew how to B-Box?"

Huan Lingyu still didn't raise his head, just sighed silently from his nose.

"What do you mean? It's not for you to eat, is it?" Song Xiaocheng asked jokingly, "Wait a minute...... It won't be ...... Fell into that crack?"

Song Xiaocheng asked tentatively, but Huan Lingyu refused to speak.

I guess there's something hidden about it.

Forget it, anyway, that little guy is not related to him, and if it's gone, it's gone. After all, it's a zombie, and it's still like this.

Song Xiaocheng thought like this, and was about to give up this topic like this, and instead asked what to eat at noon or something, but Huan Lingyu suddenly spoke.

"It's not a zombie. ”

"Huh??" Song Xiaocheng was shocked again.

Isn't that a zombie? But that little guy looks like a zombie, how can it be......

"Isn't that kid a zombie? Are we talking about the same person? I'm talking about the last time I brought a dog cage to ......."

"The little boy who was in the dog cage last time and would hit the B-Box, yes, that kid wasn't a zombie. ”

Huan Lingyu still lowered his head, although he was vague, but he said word by word.

"And what is he?"

"That's my grandfather's ghost. ”