While breathing a sigh of relief in his heart, Huang Chong couldn't help but feel sad, just now the young man who handed him half a bottle of Coke and liked cosplay pranks really died in front of him, although he didn't kill himself, and he didn't even die because he won him, but Huang Chong still couldn't bear it.

A life, just like that, it's gone in front of me.

What kind of person can make people vomit blood and die for no reason like this? No one but demons can do it.

What if you win? Can you get away safely? Witnessing such a murder, will it let itself go?

Huang Chong's heart was worried.

He sat down in his chair, not daring to move, not thinking of helping the young man collect his body.

His own safety is not guaranteed, how can he manage the future affairs of others.

If you die like this, can you really go?

As he thought about it, his limbs were so heavy that he couldn't move.

Then, his eyelids began to heavi......

……

"Wake up, wake up." Huang Chong was woken up by a sharp female voice.

Opening his eyes with difficulty, Huang Chong asked in a hoarse voice, "What time is it?" ”

The woman next to him no longer had the charm of yesterday, and her attitude was a little awkward, and she scolded him directly: "You won't see it yourself." ”

Huang Chong suddenly became excited, and countless memories came one after another, and the previous ones seemed to be just ...... A dream?

Shaking his still groggy head, Huang Chong touched the mobile phone next to his pillow, he couldn't wait to open it and take a look, his pupils couldn't help shrinking, four o'clock in the afternoon!

The woman in only underwear stretched out her hand to him in the same posture as in her memory: "I said it yesterday, three thousand." ”

Huang Chong mechanically scooped up his pants, and sure enough, he found his wallet inside.

He picked up his wallet, took out a wad of money, and began to count slowly one by one, but it wasn't until An An finished counting all the money steadily, and Huang Chong waited: "Police, check the room." But it still didn't sound.

He breathed a sigh of relief, it seemed that it was just a dream.

smiled with relief, that is, how can there be a matter of checking the room in the afternoon?

The exact same time, the exact same process of waking up, should be just a coincidence, just some repetitive information given by my brain inexplicably.

It's just that for some reason, Huang Chong's heart suddenly hurt, and the image of the young man dying in front of him lingered in his mind.

Thinking of the half bottle of Coke, my heart is a little blocked.

In fact, after counting for a long time, he didn't know where he had counted, he simply took out all the money in his wallet and handed it to the woman, Huang Chong refused the woman's request to leave a contact information, put on his clothes randomly, walked out of the hotel room, and entered the elevator next door.

He was the only one in the elevator, and the image advertisement of the hotel was playing on the built-in screen.

However, at this moment, a snowflake flashed on the screen, and a blood-colored eye that was exactly the same as the one on the computer before appeared, the eyes were deep and cold, as if they wanted to tear out the human soul and suck it in.

Huang Chong shuddered, but he couldn't take his eyes off this eye.

Under his gaze, the eye blinked playfully, and at the same time, the voice from hell that he could never forget rang out: "Update well, or I'll invite you to play the next game." ”

The voice...... The cold voice entered his ears, and Huang Chong fell into hell.

His heartbeat suddenly stopped for several seconds, and a cold wind blew in the elevator, like the Yin Wind of Death from the Nine Hells.

That eye, that voice, that gust of wind, was the deepest nightmare in his heart.

Another snowflake flashed, and the hotel advertisement continued to play on the screen, and everything was so natural, as if everything before had never existed.

Then the elevator door opened, but Huang Chong inside was sweating his clothes again, and the whole person was as if he had just been drenched in rain.

When he got out of the elevator, his legs were all limp.

After the mechanical check-out, Huang Chong took a taxi home weakly at the door of the hotel.

After returning home, he took a shower with weak steps, washing away his exhaustion and the smell of blood all over his body.

The first thing he did after that was not to go home with his head covered and sleep as before, but to turn on the computer, which he hadn't turned on for more than a month......

Break off, he doesn't dare anymore.

The 15,000-word plot seems to be engraved in my mind.

But this time, it took Huang Chong three hours to reproduce them on his computer, and then sent them out in one go.

What's going on, I coded 10,000 words in an hour before?

Huang Chong had doubts in his heart, but he couldn't get to the bottom of it, and he could only blame the previous hand speed on the outburst under pressure.

And Huang Chong just finished the update, and was captured by the book friends who were set as update reminders.

"The worm has been updated!" The book review area was boiling.

"Fifteen thousand words of the big chapter, I won the lottery!"

"This passage is really wonderful, it seems that I have finally made a breakthrough after a long retreat."

"Well, the worm went to the clubhouse to find inspiration." To some extent, there is nothing wrong with that.

Huang Chong tugged at the corners of his mouth, he did break through, but the price of this breakthrough was a bit big.

Unfortunately, before he could ask the young man's name, he ...... I don't know where to start if I want to help him take care of his family.

However, it has already happened, and it is useless to think about it.

Huang Chong refocused his attention on the computer.

Looking at this group of excited readers, thinking about the prospect of that strange hell before, Huang Chong felt that his passion for writing was back.

If you can't come back, you have to come back.

Because even if there is no passion, as long as he remembers the last sentence left by the Great Demon King: "Update it well, or I will invite you to play the next game." ”

This sentence alone made Huang Chong not have the courage to slack off.

Does he dare? Again, who knows if it's not themselves who survived.

Obviously, she had been in that weird hell cave for so long, but the female companion who seemed to have lost all her memories and the exact same time as when she woke up for the first time told Huang Chong that this incident was not done by humans.

It was a terrifying demon king who could manipulate time and even space.

It's just that it's okay, he doesn't seem to be interested in his life, as long as he updates himself, he shouldn't show up...... Right?

A pair of eyes seemed to grow in his heart, staring at him, looking at him, urging him to write and update.

…………

This paragraph is more brain-burning, if you don't understand it, you can turn it back and read it again, starting from the previous task.

All the layout is purely manual operation, the system is useless except for positioning, and the specific operation steps will be decrypted later.

That's another plot that will come up when necessary.

Want to know what happened next...... Please pay attention to the update of this book every day~