That night.

The old residential buildings stand in the deep night.

It is obviously the same building as in the daytime, but under the cover of night, it is covered with a layer of cold and terrifying meaning.

The young man stopped in front of the building door.

He raised his head and looked at the old building in front of him.

The deep darkness drowned everything, and the boundaries of the building became blurred. In the deadly silence, the inaudible murmurs were stirring, as if something was awakening.

There was no light in the residential building.

The dark window looked down quietly, like empty eye sockets.

The air is cold and wet, and a faint smell of rotten smell floats.

——Even if you are not fully convinced during the day, there is no suspense now.

Yejia withdrew his gaze and sighed softly.

This is a very evil undead. Its favorite food is the soul tortured by regret. It can drive the undead, create illusions, and allow the human beings targeted by it to slowly ferment and cultivate them into their favorite taste. Only after they are tortured will they eat it.

The little black hand held his shoulder and poked his head out. It shivered and asked secretly:

"This, the yin smell here is too strong. How many people have eaten this one inside?"

Many.

Ye Jia narrowed his eyes.

But he is not going to answer this question from the little black hand.

He raised his hand expressionlessly, pulled Xiao Hei's hand off his shoulder, tied a knot casually, and then stuffed the Xiao Hei's hand that Zhizhi struggled into his pocket without mercy.

Ye Jia sneered: "The ghost who fights landlords who are not worthy of recharging other people's deposits."

Little black hand: "..."

Ying.

After successfully shutting it up, Ye Jia walked into the building door.

The lights in the corridor light up.

The dark yellow light flashed slightly, unable to dispel the rich and sticky darkness at all. The empty corridor was filled with debris, but there was no vitality at all. The sound of heartbeat could be heard quietly.

Yejia walked straight to the home of the old man who was peeping out this afternoon.

When he reached the door, his pace stopped slightly.

The door is not closed.

Unlike the deep locked doors of Wang Shize's family this afternoon, this door was half-closed, revealing a half-human-wide dark gap.

Yejia paused and raised his hand to push the door open.

The door's hinge made a creaking sound in the quiet dark night, and then slowly slid inward.

The dark room was filled with a unique decay of the old man. The debris in the room accumulated, almost filling the narrow space with nowhere to find a place to stay.

An armchair was placed in the corner of the room, and a dark figure sat on the chair.

Yejia pressed on the light.

The lights were shining, illuminating the old man sitting in the armchair.

His face, which was full of gullies, appeared a dull dead gray, and his wide, dirty eyes looked straight into the void, as if he was asking silently to the sky.

Even if there is no need to check, Ye Jia knows that the person is dead.

His gaze moved down and saw a wrinkled piece of paper pressing under the old man's bark-like palm.

Yejia frowned, stepped over the debris on the ground, and walked into the room.

He pulled out the paper from the old man's already frozen and dead man, spread it flat, and carefully identified the handwriting on it under the light.

The old man's handwriting is messy and crooked, and the more he goes back, the more he looks sloppy, and even indistinguishable:

"...There are many strange things happening at home recently. Junsung said I'm old and confused, but I know that you are back. You have been away for so many years and are so cruel that you don't want to come back to see me once. It's useless. I've been useless for most of my life and have not saved enough money to treat you...

When you first left, I wanted to wait every day, but I didn't wait for you to come back to see me and talk to me...

...Now I can hear your voice when I close my eyes, and I can see your shadow even when I open my eyes. It is impossible to say that I am not afraid, but...at least it is better than my old man alone.

It's great if you're willing to take me away, but I'm just at ease... At least you don't blame me so much that you don't want to see me..."

The handwriting behind was scattered with water and could no longer be identified.

Yejia lowered his eyes, and the deep shadows printed on his eyelashes blocked the emotions in his eyes.

Suddenly, the old man's blue and white hand moved suddenly!

He grabbed Ye Jia's wrist tightly like a cold iron hoop. He widened his eyes and made a "hehe" sound of breathing in his mouth. His blood-covered eyes became ferocious and terrifying:

"It's you! It's you!"

"If you came earlier...If you came earlier..." His thin fingers were tightly clamped, and the bones rubbed and made a giggle: "I won't die..."

"Yes." A voice sounded from behind Yejia.

The familiar voice instantly evoked a series of pictures buried deep in memory, like the mud rolled up in the river, with a rotten smell of smell.

Ye Jia was slightly stunned.

He turned his head and looked in the direction where the sound came.

A man covered in blood stood behind him, and a hideous hole was broken in his chest and abdomen, and black blood slowly flowed out.

Yejia recognized this face.

This is his teammate in his first dungeon—and the first person to die in front of him.

Although it was a long time, Yejia still remembered that scene.

The monster's ugly mouthparts passed through the man's chest, as if it was pierced through a piece of tofu with his fingers. The man's pale face was straight towards him, and his face was mixed with fear, pain, despair, and confusion. He struggled and issued a broken syllable: "Save..."

Before he could finish his words, the man's figure was lifted up by his mouthparts and then chewed down.

At that time, Ye Jia stood there blankly, his face stained with blood splashed on him, his whole body trembled uncontrollably, and the terrifying image just now seemed to remain on the retina.

——It was at that moment that he finally realized how cruel this game was.

Either win or die.

The man looked at Yejia with a hatred:

"We die because of you."

The dark yellow light above his head fell on the ends of the young man's hair and eyelashes, as if he had a layer of gold powder on him. His face was as pale and calm as ever, and his expression was so light that it was almost impossible to capture.

"……No."

A woman's voice rang.

The next second, next to the man, a slender figure slowly emerged.

That was a very beautiful woman.

Long curly hair, oval face, gentle and quiet expression, and there is always a hint of sadness between the eyebrows.

A huge and smooth wound lay across her chest, as if she was penetrated by some extremely sharp weapon. The thick dark red blood wet her clothes: "I didn't die because of you."

Her face became distorted and hideous:

"I was killed by you!"

That encirclement.

Dozens of players ambush ACE.

Not only for his points, but also for the weapon that is said to be given to completing the hidden mission of the game - there must be a brave man under the heavy profit.

However, they were not completely unprepared.

They have inner supporters around ACE.

A teammate who was bribed.

She told them when ACE would pass through wherever he would, what props he had, and what his weaknesses were...

Finally, she and the dozens of players, with silent eyes open, fell on the dark mudflat forever.

The blood stained the ground red and soaked the soil. The blood mist floating in the air could not dissipate for several days.

Between the broken limbs, the young man stood silently, and blood dripped from his fingers holding the hilt of the sickle. He raised his eyes to look at the scene like hell on earth in front of him, then turned around, pulled his hood, and disappeared into the darkness.

Since that day, no one has ever heard of ACE looking for any teammates.

One after another.

More figures emerged from the virtual space, pale faces, miserable deaths, and hatred eyes locked the young man standing in the middle of the room.

Former companion.
To be continued...