Wu Sheng Lu Mingfei of the Dragon Clan

Chapter 203 The Silent Hill of the World

For 10 minutes after waking up, Sanchell remained motionless, sitting on the ground like a doll.

There seemed to be some kind of existence vaguely in the thick fog. He obviously didn't see anything, but he felt like he was surrounded by people.

It's so lively.

The task of the second round of the trial is very simple, just survive in Silent Hill for more than 24 hours.

When Sanchere found himself entering the other world, his heart was full of ecstasy.

Maybe this is destiny, just out of the idea of ​​finding someone to fight, he wandered around Centralia at night, and seemed to meet a little girl, Sanchell entered the inner world in a daze.

It's too easy.

Sanchell had the idea that this kind of trial was tailor-made for him.

And the content of the second ring survives for 24 hours, haha, survive?How dangerous a small town can be, to him, that is not a simple matter.

Until he was wandering around and encountered... those monsters.

Sanchere tried hard to control himself not to think about anything.

Those monsters... no, it's just that words like monsters can't describe it at all. Those... those things can smell human thoughts, find them, and eat themselves.

He tried to resist.

Failed.

All efforts failed.

Those things are too many, to overcome, how can it be possible to overcome.

I can't die even if I want to.

No matter how many times you will go back to the alley and open your eyes, then the time required for the task will double.

So far, he has died nine times, or ten times?

forgotten.

Death is terrible.

It's terrible, it's terrible, it's terrible.

Thinking like this, Sanchell recalled the feeling of having his finger eaten again.

So, naturally, he slowly revealed an intoxicated face.

By the way, I am still a mixed race, and I have noble dragon blood in my body.

Grown-ups need me.

I really want to die.

Noisy whispers echoed in his mind.

When Sanchere came back to his senses, he was horrified to find that he had left the alley where he had just woken up.

Wait, it's so quiet.

Sanchere's eyes were bloodshot, and he widened his eyes and looked to the left for a while, froze for a moment, then suddenly bent down without warning and looked behind him through his crotch.

"no!"

He knocked the bricks away.

"no!"

He climbed onto the lamppost.

"no!"

He smashed his head open the window, blood was streaming down his face.

"nothing!"

Sancher blinks like a bee's wings.

"you!"

"you!"

"You guys!"

"Where did you go!"

"what!"

"Where did you go!"

"come out!"

"Come out come out come out!"

"Get me out!"

There was a sudden silence.

It was eerily quiet.

Like a marionette under human control, Sanchell raised the corners of his mouth once and for all.

"I see."

"Aha, I got it!"

The eyes, which were protruding so violently that they almost burst their eye sockets, stared fixedly at his stomach.

"You are hiding here!"

"Hey, hey hey hey."

"Hey hey hey."

Sanchell grabs his belly with both hands, and pushes in the opposite direction.

"Hey, let me see you, hey, look..."

I don't know where the rumble came from.

It seemed that some kind of huge, bloated existence had exploded, and the tooth-piercing sound of the splashing liquid corroding the ground could be heard.

Sanchell hit several swings in a row like an epileptic seizure.

He looked around blankly.

Abdominal pain suddenly hit.

Sanchere's complexion changed, and when he underestimated his bloody stomach, his pupils shrank suddenly, and the previous memories of what he did flooded his mind like a flood.

Ah!
Sanchell kept rolling on the ground with his head in his arms, and hit the ground with his head again and again, dark red blood splashed everywhere, and disappeared soon after falling on the ground.

"No! Run away!"

"Run away!"

"Quick... eat me!"

Sanchell suddenly raised his head as if facing the enemy who killed his father.

There were nail scratches on his face, the corners of his eyes were cracked, and blood flowed from his ears.

"Hurry up! Eat me!"

Something huge and unimaginable appeared.

It falls.

Either he or she or he.

Who knows?Who cares?
Moments before death, Sanchell was miraculously calm.

He sat there, not escaping or avoiding, with a happy smile on his face.

Like an old monk who has passed away.

Thick fog billowed.

The huge thing stood silently.

standing alone
Listen, someone is crying.

Sanchere opened his eyes, they were a pair of gray and lifeless eyes, eyes like corpses.

What caught my eyes was deathly paleness.

A piece of text was condensed on the ground in the thick fog.

"Congratulations on completing the first round of the trial and entering the inner world."

"The second ring has been opened."

"Live."

The icy countdown lay before his eyes.

"24576"

…………

"Those things...what the hell are they!"

Jack stuffed himself into the closet, only stared wide-eyed at the outside through the gap in the door with his left eye.

Damn it, by God, by Our Lady, my merciful Almighty, look at your lost lamb!
If he could choose again, he would definitely slap the idiot himself three days ago.

The Iron Throne?Bronze and fire?monarch?God?

This is also something you, a little hunter, can get your hands on!
Why did you run over in a flash of brain, ah, why did you get hot in the head!
When Jack woke up and found himself in the other world, he was almost ecstatic.

The first round of the trial was thus easily completed!
Jack was full of ambition and began to imagine his life after getting the Iron Throne.

Starting today, this will be a new legend, oh no, the beginning of a new myth.

There is no doubt that he will become a god.

As for the second ring of the mission, such things as surviving for 24 hours are not worth the great Jack's attention at all.

He has more important things to worry about, for example, where should he choose the Kingdom of God that belongs to him.

But what Jack didn't expect was that whether he could become a god today is uncertain, but what is certain is that today is undoubtedly the most unforgettable nightmare in his life.

Jack didn't want to recall what he had experienced at all.

If he could just cut off part of his brain, he should be able to forget it like this.

Aha, that's it, I'm such a genius!

What do I need so many brains for? Just keep half of them. The cut outs can be dedicated to adults!

Immediately shook his head.

When did it start, it seems... after the first death, until now, he would occasionally experience strange symptoms of confusion for a short time.

It's like there's something else stuffed in his head.

That guy is always talking and talking and talking to death.

Jack is a little annoying.

But he remained motionless and hid in the closet.

He has had similar experiences. The trenches in the Middle East are much more uncomfortable than a wardrobe. It is humid and hot. Some people took off their shoes after soaking for a long time, and a few toes fell off like this.

Fortunately, he was a mixed race, with a noble existence of dragon blood flowing in his body. Although the trenches were scary, they still couldn't do anything to the great Jack.

However, this wardrobe is different.

Jack didn't know how much time had passed.

The silence of not being able to hear anything was driving him crazy.

Looking out of the closet through the gap is just a thick fog, white, white, still white.

Jack always felt that there was something hidden in the white.

But, never mind, the great Jack is hiding in the closet!
You can't find me hahaha!
Jack grinned alone.

It's just that after a long time of silence, it's always a bit lonely.

It would be nice if someone could just talk.

For some reason, this thought suddenly popped into his mind.

By the way, it's not just me.

Smart Jack suddenly remembered the guy in his head.

So he listened intently.

Listen to what the guy is saying.

Well, the sound is so small.

Well, why are you still laughing.

I'm so annoying, can you speak a little louder, haven't you eaten yet!

"Yeah, I didn't eat."

The guy in the head said so.

Jack suddenly felt a little familiar.

This voice seems to have been heard somewhere.

But where have you heard it?
He thought hard, scratched his head, and completely ignored his original intention to hide.

Yes, he remembered.

The person who spoke was himself!

Jack suddenly realized, showing a smile as happy as a child.

"How can food be eaten?"

Jack in his head laughed.

"Yeah, how can food be eaten?"

Jack in the closet said with a smile.

"Hurry up and eat it for adults."

Jack in his head spoke softly.

"My lord, my lord!"

Jack in the closet opened the door.

Jack in his head smiled lowly.

"Boom!"

There was a loud noise from somewhere in the distance.

There was some kind of gigantic terrifying presence that exploded.

"No!"

Jack in his head exclaimed in disbelief.

"impossible!"

Like a bucket of ice water being poured head-on, Jack shivered, and slowly his eyes climbed up with fear. He remembered, remembered, he remembered what happened to himself just now!
There really is something wrong with this place!

Jack found his hand that was pushing open the cabinet door, his complexion changed drastically, and he quickly retracted. He was nervous and cautious at the last moment of closing the door, and heaved a heavy sigh of relief after making sure that no sound was made.

Almost...almost went out!
Jack took a deep breath silently.

He was rejoicing that he had recovered his life.

"Yeah yeah."

Jack in his head was panting too.

"Almost...almost let you escape!"

"Hahaha, what nonsense!"

Jack laughed at the alter ego in his head.

"I've been hiding in the closet, how could such a safe place be dangerous!"

Silent, silent.

Jack in his head chuckled.

"Oh, is it?"

"Look clearly, this is a wardrobe after all."

He laughed wildly.

"It's still an adult's stomach!"

In the bedroom, the old brown wardrobe made a banging sound, and there was the sound of something sharp scratching the board, which sounded like it was directly scratching the scalp, and a non-human wailing came from inside.

Soon, everything was calm.

A man in combat uniform appeared on the bed in the bedroom.

Jack opened his eyes suddenly.

He turned over, quickly glanced at the second ring of trial information condensed on the wall by the thick fog, jumped out of bed silently, and looked around the bedroom.

Jack paused when his eyes fell on the wardrobe.

It was as if a voice was speaking in his head.

"Safe, safe, it's safe to get in!"

Jack didn't act rashly, he meditated silently, recalled the content of the trial again, as long as he survived two... well, as long as he survived 96 hours, he could pass the trial of the second ring.

This is too simple, just 96 hours!

Jack thought with ease, and turned his attention to the wardrobe again.

Speaking of which, as long as he hides in this closet, wouldn't the trial be easily completed?
"Haha, you're such a clever Jack!"

"You too."

Jack talks to Jack in his head like this.

Then he smiled and went into the closet.

He didn't know if it was because the wardrobe was old, but he found that there were dark brown wood grains on the cabinet door, which were messy and irregular. It should be children's graffiti, but Jack didn't pay attention to it.

Jack slowly closed the cabinet door.

The sound of the closet being closed at last was like a belch from some nameless monster.

Jack stuffed himself in the closet, staring at the outside world through the gap with his left eye wide open.

…………

The spider is cut and unsheathed.

The bright knife light is like a bright moon on a spring.

Yuan Zhisheng gave a light snort.

He had clearly cut it, but there was nothing left in front of him except fog.

Yuan Zhisheng sensed something in the surrounding fog, staring at himself.

But for some reason, they didn't approach, they just surrounded Yuan Zhisheng.

The reason, yes, the reason.

Sure enough, the place where the hamburger was originally placed was empty, Yuan Zhisheng frowned slightly, and took out a pink flashlight that looked like a children's toy.

He can be sure that there is no such thing in his belongings.

Flick the switch, and a small beam of light turns on.

Yuan Zhisheng raised his eyebrows and pondered for a while.

"Sakura, Yasha, Crow."

he murmured.

As if he had made a certain decision, Yuan Zhisheng's handsome face was solemn, and he walked into the dense fog with a children's flashlight.

It was miraculous to say that the flashlight seemed to have some kind of magical power. When holding it forward, all the things in the dense fog were far away from him, and the man's body was clean.

Yuan Zhisheng didn't care.

He just wants to find his companion as soon as possible.

The world in this world is too weird, and it always gives him a bad feeling. He is very worried about the safety of his partner.

Sure enough, bad premonitions will always come true.

Yuan Zhisheng's footsteps stopped.

He raised his head slowly.

The huge presence in the dense fog reveals the tip of its iceberg.

This is something far beyond ordinary people's understanding.

Even the young master of Sheqi Bajia had horror in his eyes.

But he did not retreat.

Yuan Zhisheng dimmed the flashlight, put it in his arms, and put it away properly.

The boy raised his windbreaker.

Each hand is holding a saber hanging from both waists.

Famous Knife: Spider Cut!

Famous knife: Boy cut!

Unsheathed!

Yuan Zhisheng lowered his body slightly and ignited his golden pupils.

He said.

"Cut the ghost!"

The thick fog billowed.

Yuan Zhisheng opened his eyes and shook his head.

The scenes that happened before flashed through my mind.

Not a shred of information is missing.

I've already died once.

He sighed like this.

The huge monster seemed to appear in front of him again.

Is this really a human... is it really a guy that a hybrid can handle?
Yuan Zhisheng pondered.

Until a loud bang woke him up.

After a moment of bewilderment, the head of the Japanese Executive Bureau suddenly raised his head and looked in a certain direction.

There……

Yes, you can't go wrong!

It's that huge monster!

So, dead?
who is it!

Yuan Zhi was born standing still in place.

He was puzzled to think that someone could kill that giant beast.

(End of this chapter)