Lord of the Heavens

Chapter 208

Just as Zhao Qu was about to sit and wait for his income, the Temple of Death came to remind him.

"There is a world where three contractors have been buried."

"What world?" Zhao Qu was a little speechless. Is this the huge gap brought about by the speed of time?Only after everyone has been deceived here, many contractors have already died.

World: Dark Night.

Equal rank: two.

World introduction: When the night falls, they will appear, and the initial room may be your only foothold.

World Quests: None.

Note: In the world affected by the nightmare breath, the whole world has different mutations.

Note: The contractor who carries the brand and survives in this world for fifteen days will leave a death mark in this world.

Note: The temple can condense the core of the world and control the world through the death mark.

"Fifteen days, it shouldn't be difficult, right?" Zhao Qu frowned, he should be able to dodge no matter how long it's only been [-] days.

Temple of Death: "The world affected by nightmares tends to be treacherous. Most of the creatures in it will have different degrees of mutation. Even if they have a strong psychological quality, they will still die if they are not careful."

"Crafty? That's the world of horror." Zhao Qu murmured, "I'll take a look at the contractors with a low sense of fear."

At the same time, a Chinese guy named Yang Zhao disappeared from the warm bed. This guy is the "unlucky" guy who turned over while sleeping and "accidentally" pressed the contract with his palm.

And Zhao Qu turned his attention to this guy, he wanted to see the quality of these one-in-a-million contractors.

Novice trial task.

Quest World: Dark Night.

Main task: Survive for fifteen days.

Task Difficulty: LV.25
Completion reward: 20 attribute points.

Failure penalty: None.

World introduction: When the night falls, they will appear, and the initial room may be your only foothold.

Mission begins.

In the dark, Yang Zhao stared blankly at the golden words that suddenly appeared on his retina.

"What does the novice mission mean? Survive for fifteen days? They? Am I sleeping? Was it captured by a demon?"

The emergence of one problem after another made him force himself to calm down. The panic will not bring any benefit but only add to the chaos. What if this is just a dream?
Yang Zhao thought about the current situation carefully, and began to look around calmly.

The words on the retina moved forward with the rotation of his eyeballs. This is undoubtedly not something that modern technology can produce.

This also negates the option of kidnapping or pranking. After all, he has a withdrawn personality and doesn't have the kind of bad friends who can play tricks.

The soft touch under his body should be a bed, and the surrounding is eerily quiet, not even the sound of electric current brought by technology.

There are no windows, no electrical appliances, no light source and no sound, which is obviously unscientific, unless the person who built this room is guarding against something.

they?

Thinking of the so-called world profile and the golden subtitles that gradually disappeared before his eyes, Yang Zhao made a bold guess.

Boom, boom, boom.

There was a knock on the door, with a stiff feeling, one could imagine that kind of mechanical movement.

Boom, boom, boom.

Yang Zhao didn't dare to move at all. The current situation is a bit similar to the main god in the novel. If you think so, does the task level seem a little unfriendly?

I'm just an ordinary person, hey, at most I'm slow to fear, but the doctor said it can be cured, hey, it's not an advantage.

"System? Lord God?" Yang Zhao forced himself to calm down and shouted in his heart, trying to get a response from the golden finger.

Boom, boom, boom.
But apart from the increasingly loud knock on the door, there was no response.

So now besides trying to find a way by myself, I just wait for death, right?
Yang Zhao's breathing was lowered. He was not afraid because he was born with fear and dullness, but he was a little flustered when he first encountered the accident.

Boom!Boom!
This time the knock on the door was heavier than before, but it only rang twice.

Yang Zhao caught this detail keenly, but he still didn't make any movements, he just let his breathing become slower, as if he didn't have any.

The surrounding air is a bit dull, as if there is something wrong with the ventilation system of this room, but there is no peculiar smell, it seems that its original owner often cleans it.

His eyes gradually adapted to the surrounding darkness, and he could vaguely see the outlines of objects in this sealed room.

step, step, step, step
The sound of slightly mechanical footsteps was fading away. It seemed that after knocking on the door twice, some kind of existence outside had confirmed that there was no one inside, and was now leaving.

Yang Zhao stood up slightly, and the outlines around him told him that this was just an ordinary room with nothing special about it.

But the color in front of me is only endless darkness, this still needs to be confirmed.

step, step, step, step
The sound of footsteps gradually moved away, but Yang Zhao still didn't move, and the faint breathing sound remained soft.

tread!
When the last footstep disappeared, Yang Zhao got up completely, and he began to look at the surrounding layout seriously.

A bed, a desk, a chair, plus a wardrobe, and no other furniture, not even a kitchen, it looks very weird.

Yang Zhao stood up, moved his footsteps lightly, and slowly walked towards the desk, and successfully sat on the stool with the help of the looming silhouette.

His hands began to grope, trying to find something useful, or useful information.

After all, if it is really the main god, he knows almost nothing about it except for the information about the world introduction. Information is the key to survival.

Only after completing this so-called task can we figure out what is going on.

In the dark, Yang Zhao fumbled for the things on the desk.

hiss~
There was a gasp, and he felt a sharp pain in his left hand, as if he had been scratched by something sharp.

The smell of blood spread, which was particularly pungent in this confined space.

Yang Zhao withdrew his left hand, took off his shirt, and quickly wrapped it tightly around his palm a few times to prevent the blood from dripping, or the smell of blood from spreading.

After all, no one knows what the guy who just knocked on the door is.

After the simple bandaging, Yang Zhao's other hand stretched out to that place again. It was obviously a sword item, and the existence of a weapon could bring more sense of security to people.

This time Yang Zhao was more careful, groping slowly on the table with his right hand, and gradually touched some liquid.

He knew it should be his own blood. After all, just now his pain almost spread from the tiger's mouth to the bottom of his little finger. It can be said to have traversed the entire palm, and the blood that flowed out was certainly not less.

The movement of the right hand became more careful and gentle, and at this time, the fingers also felt the touch of metal, slowly touching both sides.

When the touch of the fingers changed to that of wood, Yang Zhao tried to touch both sides.

Round, without any sharp feeling.

At this moment, he grasped the thing that didn't know whether it was a knife or a sword. With a slight force in his hand, he picked it up easily.

After waving it in the air, Yang Zhao knew it should be a dagger by virtue of the wind resistance.

But this is enough, too long weapons are even more inconvenient to carry, and there is no kitchen here, which means that it is impossible to store food.

So in the end, I still have to go out, and when I don't know anything, a dagger is obviously more convenient than a long sword and a long knife.

This time Yang Zhao didn't continue to grope with his hands, but grabbed the dagger in his right hand and began to sweep across the table.

His movements were very gentle and slow, as if he was afraid that something would be destroyed by the dagger.

Suddenly there was a sense of obstruction from the dagger, but there was no sound of metal collision, which could rule out that the table was made of metal.

With the blade of the dagger pointing upwards, the hand slowly reached out to the position in memory, and touched down carefully and gently.

step, step, step, step
But suddenly, a change came, and the sound of mechanical footsteps came from a distance, resounding in this extremely quiet room.

And this also made Yang Zhao's movements freeze, he will not know when his normal breathing will slow down, and the heartbeat is not under the influence of fear, and the beating is not very fast.

step, step, step, step
The sound of footsteps was getting closer, getting closer, and the surrounding space seemed to be filled with tension.

Yang Zhao tightened his grip on the dagger, which was his only self-defense weapon.

step, step
The footsteps stopped, and it stopped in front of this room again.

chi~ chi~
There was a strange sound, a bit like the sniffing sound of a hound when it was chasing its prey.

Yang Zhao's heart skipped a beat, is he smelling blood?

The palm holding the dagger tightened again. If there is light, you can even see the white skin on the joints of his palm, which is the blood circulation caused by force.

chi~ chi~
The thing outside the door was still sniffing something, but it seemed that Yang Zhao was hesitating because the blood was not strong because Yang Zhao wrapped his palm in his coat in time.

Time passed minute by minute in extreme silence.

Suddenly, boom, boom, boom.
It was as if the knock on the heart sounded again, and Yang Zhao's heart beat faster with the knock.

Boom, boom, boom.
chi~ chi~
The knock on the door stopped after a few rings, and was replaced by a sound that seemed to be sniffing something.

Yang Zhao had completely held his breath at the moment, and there was no sound in the room except for the sound of his heartbeat.

He also felt an unprecedented stimulation in his heart. This was something he had never experienced in his life. Even when darkness fell, he would just follow the crowd.

But now, smelling the smell of blood close at hand, his blood circulation is speeding up, his heartbeat is also becoming faster, and a feeling of excitement is brewing.

bump!
Suddenly, a violent sound appeared, as if someone at the door slammed into the door.

Yang Zhao stood up slowly, the air flow between his mouth and nose appeared again, he turned slowly, facing the door, with the dagger tightly held in his right hand across his chest.

If it comes in, you can only give it a go!

bump!
The violent impact sounded again, and the faintly visible door seemed to vibrate slightly, and there was a sense of déjà vu that would be overwhelmed at any time.

Yang Zhao's eyes were fixed on the door, and his heart was beating faster than ever.

Insensitivity to fear does not mean that there is no sense of fear, but that this kind of fear comes slowly, and even turns into a feeling of excitement.

bump!
The door shook even more violently, judging from the force of the impact, this was not caused by ordinary people.

This undoubtedly stimulated Yang Zhao even more. An extreme sense of excitement welled up in his heart. He walked forward slowly, taking every step carefully, trying not to let himself make any noise.

bump!
The gap in the door seemed to be a little wider, and a little light from outside came in. It seemed to be moonlight, and it also seemed to be lights, but it undoubtedly provided great convenience for Yang Zhao's movement.

bump!bump!bump!
The impact sounded again and again, and the gap in the door seemed to be getting wider and wider. The creaking sound brought by each impact indicated one thing: it was about to be unable to withstand it!

At this time, Yang Zhao also came to the door, his naked back pressed against the wall, and the feeling of something on his back gave him a great sense of security.

And the slightly trembling dagger in his right hand also represented his nervousness, or excitement!

At this moment, the sound of the impact stopped, and Yang Zhao stopped the dagger he was about to stab, but he didn't dare to move at all. Things seemed to turn around at this moment.

And where Yang Zhao couldn't see, a scarlet eye was peeping into the room through the crack of the door.

What came from those eyes was full of bloodthirsty and madness, as if they would choose to devour someone at any time.

Crazy eyes turned around, looking for the figure of the prey.

Yang Zhao didn't know what was going on now, he could only stick tightly to the wall behind him, the blood from his left hand had soaked through the thin clothes.

The slightly pungent smell of blood became more obvious.

Yang Zhao slowly raised the dagger, keeping a motion that could be stabbed at any time still, the tense atmosphere in the air was full, and the slightest movement would trigger it immediately.

And the crazy eyes outside the door also looked at the door on the left, where Yang Zhao was standing.

chi~ chi~
It was as if the sound of the hound's inhalation in search of its prey sounded again. It seemed that it had discovered something, and the restlessness in its scarlet eyes became more and more obvious.

Yang Zhao's eyes narrowed slightly, is this?

Part of the light coming in through the crack of the door was blocked, and I didn't see it just now because I was attracted by the impact sound, but now Yang Zhao noticed this detail.

Yang Zhao's hand holding the dagger was fixed, and the hand that was trembling due to excessive excitement finally stopped at this moment.

The right hand moved slightly, and with the help of the unknown light outside, the tip of the dagger pointed at the blocked place.

His breathing was getting slower and slower, his heartbeat was calming down, and he was adjusting his state.

The chirping sound outside the door also stopped at this moment, and the scarlet crazy eyes were completely fixed on the left side of the door, Yang Zhao seemed to be locked!

It began to slowly straighten its body, as if it was making final preparations for an attack.

The heartbeat slowly calmed down to the level of a normal person, and the dagger in his hand became more and more stable.

Yang Zhao looked at the things slowly moving up, and couldn't help counting the time in his heart, he was looking for the most suitable position!

It's getting closer, it's getting closer, it's getting very close to Yang Zhao's predetermined position.

The next moment, Yang Zhao moved, and the wind resistance of swinging the dagger was particularly obvious in this extremely quiet environment.

Bass~
The dagger pierced into the crack of the door accurately but quickly, and the slight sense of obstruction let Yang Zhao know that he had successfully hit the target.

Some kind of warm liquid adhered to his hands through the crack of the door, and the smell of blood in this confined space became more and more intense for a while, and even had a slightly pungent feeling.

Ah, ho ho~ touch!
Suddenly an angry roar came from the door, followed by an extraordinarily strong impact sound, and the whole door trembled violently.

The gap in the door became wider, and through this unknown light, Yang Zhao could even see a crazy figure retreating, the next moment!
Roar ~ touch!Roar~
The angry roar was mixed with the violent impact sound again, the gap between the door was enough for the palm to pass through, and it seemed that it still needed to fight the unknown existence in the end.

Yang Zhao tightened his grip on the dagger in his hand, he could clearly see the slight red color on the blade of the dagger through the shimmering light, which meant that the dagger could stab things outside the door.

If it can stab, it can kill!
The breathing became thicker, the blood circulation accelerated again, and the heartbeat also accelerated, and a feeling called excitement surged into Yang Zhao's heart.

The faint smell of blood on the dagger in front of him stimulated Yang Zhao's nerves.

The extreme excitement made the dagger in his right hand tremble slightly in the darkness.

The blood from his left hand completely soaked through his clothes at this moment, condensed into a drop of water and fell to the ground.

Oh, oh, oh~
The sudden crowing of a cock interrupted the tense atmosphere, the frantic shouting outside the door suddenly stopped, and Yang Zhao's increasingly excited expression also stopped at this moment.

It was as if the whole world was stopped by the crowing of the cock.

ta ta ta
The hurried, stiff footsteps walked away, and the two opposite adjectives perfectly expressed the feeling of the footsteps at this moment.

Huchi~ Huchi~
Yang Zhao's heavy panting sounded, his face was a little pale, the blood circulation accelerated due to excitement, and he lost more blood.

He leaned his back against the wall and slowly slumped down, his bare back rubbed against the wall and creaked, and the blood-soaked clothes in his hands were still dripping down.

"Survived."

A low murmur sounded, and Yang Zhao uttered the first words he came to this world.

(End of this chapter)