What's the meaning?

Yejia's hand paused slightly in the air.

There was still not much expression on his face, but there seemed to be a storm in his heart.

Ye Jia frowned, lowered his eyes, and looked at Ji Xuan, who was half a head shorter than him.

The little boy raised his head slightly. Although Ye Jia stood in front of him, his gaze passed straight through the other person's body and landed on the huge sarcoma that almost filled the entire cave in the distance. A pair of ruby-like eyes shone brightly in the dim cave, and a certain paranoid and dark extreme desire shines under his eyes, which is creepy.

So crazy, so... familiar.

Ye Jia was slightly stunned, and countless dusty scenes rolled out from the depths of memory.

He remembered that sometimes, when he turned his head inadvertently, he could always see the other person looking at him steadily. The same expression flashed deep in the dark eyes, but in short, it disappeared without a trace in the moment he looked over, like morning mist in the sun, like a phantom, no more traces. The little boy raised a pale face, curled his lips, showed a well-behaved smile, and curled his gloom, and asked innocently: "Brother, what's wrong?"

Ye Jia blinked and pulled herself back from the sudden influx of memories.

At this time, Ji Xuan had already passed by him and walked towards the still sarcoma.

Yega paused and turned around to follow.

The little boy stopped a few steps away from his mother.

The sticky sarcoma on the top of the head became even more violent, echoing in the empty cave, sounding almost disgusting. Then, Ye Jia saw a sarcoma as big as a fist separated from his mother's body and slowly descended. The little boy opened his hands and let it land on his palm.

For some reason, Ye Jia always feels...

The big fist, sticky and covered with blue veins, seemed to be... a little familiar, as if I had seen it in some vague dream of him.

The moment the sarcoma fell into Ji Xuan's palm, Ye Jia felt a flash in front of him.

The surrounding caves dissipated like snowflakes, replaced by a more familiar scene.

Beside me are tall and twisted and dark buildings, which look like a scene that can only appear in children's nightmare. The dark and cold steel towers are densely crowded in a small area, making people almost breathless.

Here is a copy.

However, for some reason, Ye Jia found that he could no longer remember that he was like passing the level.

He frowned and tried to recall, but the memory was still blank.

At this moment, a shrill and sharp scream came from the front. The sound was extremely terrifying, with a kind of pain that could almost penetrate the heart, like a whine that was about torture when a creature was about to die.

Just as there was some traction force ahead, Yejia walked in the direction where the sound came.

In the middle of the dense building complex, an open space suddenly appeared, like a huge altar trapped in a strange deep sea.

The ground was lit with dark red patterns, and under the dark darkness around it, there was an indescribable weirdness and terror.

The sarcoma, which was a fist, hung above the open space, seemed to be still slowly squirming and undulating.

The young man curled up and fell in the center of the pattern. His thin spine and shoulder blades appeared prominently through his thin shirt. He trembled violently like dead leaves in the wind. The fabric stuck to it had been completely wet with sweat, revealing clear lines, as if the dying butterfly was tightly stuck to the spider web, struggling in despair.

The sarcoma slowly fell.

“Ahhhh——”

He screamed.

Pale fingers were tightly clenched on the ground, and broken nails and flesh were left among the rough scratches.

The young man trembled and raised his head under the guidance of some strange force. His wet hair was tightly stuck to his faded cheeks. His bloody lips were wide open, and he was gasping violently like a drowning person.

The moment the sarcoma touched him, it was like raindrops falling into the pool water, disappearing without a trace in the blink of an eye.

"Ahhhh!"

The young man screamed.

The next second, some kind of hard and straight long handle was slowly pulled out from the center of his chest ribs.

"Take it—"

The sound of the shirt tearing sounded, revealing the young man's pale chest soaked in blood. The sticky blood flowed down the texture of his muscles, landed on the ground, flowing out along the dark red lines, looking particularly strange.

The long white handle as white as a bone was revealed, followed by a crescent-like blade, and at the end, a sharp tip of the knife shining with cold light.

The huge sickle was pulled out of the young man's body, and a bloody glimmer reflected on the smooth knife surface.

A low voice came from all around, whispering to each other greedily.

"It smells so good..."

“So delicious…”

Countless dark shadows overflowed from the tall buildings, and unconscious young people rushed towards the center of the open space from all directions. While moving forward, they whispered to each other: "Eat him..."

"Eat him..."

The cold and hoarse childish voice broke the silence: "I see who dares..."

The little boy walked out of the darkness, and in front of the young man who was blocking the ground, his dark eyes had completely regained their scarlet blood. He stared at the evil ghosts and monsters in front of him coldly and ruthlessly. The huge shadow cast behind him, revealing his terrifying figure and power with his teeth and claws-

"Directual..." Dark whispered: "It's the directual..."

"He is too..." the little boy said slowly with a blank expression: "He is the direct line specified by his mother himself, your future king."

He stepped forward: "Would anyone try it?"

The shadows around him hesitated and rolled, and finally, slowly retreated back into the dark night under fear.

When the evil ghost and the monster retreated, Ji Xuan squatted down and carefully hugged the other person's sweat-soaked head into his arms. He used his fingertips to brush away the wet ends of the young man's face, as if he was treating some precious treasure.

The boy bent down, printed his lips on the other party's closed eyelids, smiled contently, and said softly: "It's almost... Brother, you can stay soon."

Ye Jia's pupils tightened, and he focused on the scene in front of him.

He lowered his eyes, spread his palms, and looked at the sickle in his hand that slowly appeared in his phantom, and the sharp blade that still shone in the darkness.

The next second, without warning, the situation around you changed.

Yejia's fingers suddenly tightened.

The phantom of the sickle in the palm of his palm instantly dissipated.

Ye Jia took a deep breath, slowly raised his head, looked into the distance, and calmly watched everything that happened next.

What happened next was exactly the same as what he remembered.

Among the players, he quickly became the target of public criticism. Members of the same team died one after another. Those who could be called friends also betrayed him one by one. A siege made him officially become a lone walker. In the end, the only person who followed him was Ji Xuan.

Slowly, Ye Jia discovered that he didn't know if it was his physical condition. No matter where he was, he would always attract the largest number of ghosts, just like... the phototaxis mosquitoes rushed towards the only light source at night.

He rarely allows Ji Xuan to team up with him to enter the dungeon. Even after entering the dungeon, he stays away from the team as much as possible and acts alone.

Every evil spirit and monster who tried to kill him was swallowed by Ye Jia in turn, and he became stronger and stronger, more and more...inhuman.

Until... his ranking reached the top of the standings and could no longer be surpassed.

The scenes that happened once passed by Ye Jia's eyes.

During this period, Ye Jia kept trying to touch Ji Xuan, but the other party was still like a phantom, unable to touch the entity, let alone being dragged out.

Maybe, I have to finish all this?

So Yejia gave up trying and continued to move forward with the timeline.

Fortunately, the time progresses in this world is very fast, and every picture is broken, one after another, rather than walking forward continuously, uninterruptedly.

Yejia didn't want to repeat the years he had been in the game again.

That's really boring.

Soon, the last moment came.

Ye Jia stepped onto the ancient battlefield carrying countless killings again, and the blood-seeking mud and sand made a sticky and wet squeak under his feet.

He narrowed his eyes and raised his eyes casually to look into the distance.

At this moment, Ji Xuan and himself were walking one after another on the ancient battlefield where sticky blood was seeping on the ground, heading towards the steep cliff in the distance.

Ye Jia was a little distracted.

In fact, before dabbling here, he entered a copy alone.

In that dungeon, Yejia saw the dead undead, and his former teammates ferociously accused him of his indifference and indifference. He refused to save him. It was there that Yejia met the friend who had betrayed her. She sold Yejia's whereabouts to the players who surrounded him, and died with those players on the blood-seeking wasteland.

The originally gentle and beautiful woman had a hideous face, and her bloodshot eyes stared at Ye Jia in front of her, cursing her viciousness and cruelty.

Ye Jia passed by her expressionlessly.

But, at that moment, the woman's hoarse whisper rang in his ear: "Do you think you still have friends?"

Yejia didn't look back and walked straight forward.

"Do you think that kid is really good for you?" The woman's voice was so resentful and cold, and she also comforted her: "Since we became a ghost, we have all become part of the game. We know more and see more clearly - this is a conspiracy, a game specially set for you, and you jumped blindly and ignorantly, becoming the bait in the mouth of the evil ghost..."

Yejia's pace was slightly slow.

"Hahaha!" The woman laughed wildly behind him, and all the ghosts laughed out loud with her: "We are waiting for you in hell!"

There is a truth in this game.

Never trust anyone who died.

It was not because of the words of the undead that made Ye Jia doubtful, but as time went by, his senses became more and more sensitive, and he gradually discovered the strangeness of Ji Xuan's aura. Although Ye Jia did not divide Ji Xuan into the enemy's category at that time, he could no longer give absolute trust to the other party as before.

What he heard in this copy deepened Yejia's suspicion.

——This kind of suspicion saved Yejia’s life.

Therefore, when the last moment came, he could wake up in time. Ye Jia finally saw the true face of the evil ghost in front of him and his sinister intentions. After fighting for life and death, the blade in his hand pierced the other party's chest.

Yejia pulled out of his memories.

He took a deep breath, followed the two figures in front, and walked towards the depths of the cave.

In the dark cave, the originally bloated and huge sarcoma has disappeared, replaced by a viscous and rolling pool of blood.
To be continued...