I come from the world of punishment

"I come from the world of punishment ()"!

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The night in the wild seems quiet, but in fact there is an undercurrent.

Flame has been the best weapon to drive away wild beasts since ancient times, and wild beasts avoid this red flower.

But not anymore. The fire was no longer a source of fear. Instead, it became a naked beacon of what was out there.

The instincts sleeping deep in the bloodline awakened as the energy concentration increased. The beasts... no, the monsters, out of instinct, ignited some kind of desire to kill wisdom.

Their instincts tell them that this can give them greater strength, and the efficiency is far greater than exercise and growth.

In the wild, power is everything and efficiency is the key.

Therefore, the monsters naturally chose the faster path, not to mention that they are not restricted by the rules.

Living is everything.

The team's tent.

"There is a sound..." Miss Assassin suddenly opened her eyes and stood up.

There seemed to be a little noise outside, not just the crackle of the bonfire and the snoring of the uncle next door.

The assassin's perception is very sharp, which is for better counter-reconnaissance.

She listened carefully.

It's like...not anything.

It's not sound or light, it seems, it's just a feeling.

After unzipping the tent curtain, the young lady peeked outside for a while.

The little sacrificial ghost was still sitting outside, looking up at the sky, not knowing what to see.

But it turned out that it was nothing. It might just be her vigilance in the wild.

"Oh, go to bed early." Lie down and continue sleeping.

But the moment he closed his eyes, something seemed to flash across the darkness in front of him.

A picture, a pattern.

She was woken up again, but the assassin's training prevented her from screaming even if she was frightened.

"What is that..." The pattern flashed by too fast, and she couldn't remember it.

It was like an afterimage that was dazzled by the eyes and flashed by.

But this time it was much more real than the intangible feeling before.

However, after opening his eyes, except for a little cold sweat when he woke up, that feeling had become ethereal.

There were no lights in the tent and it was dark all around. She felt a little scared for no reason.

This has nothing to do with strength, it is an instinctive fear of darkness and fear of the unknown.

But nothing really happened. If he suddenly went out and said this, he would probably only be laughed at by the little sacrificial ghost.

Although that seems to be better than now, people have never been able to choose the correct answer, at least sometimes not.

She finally chose to sleep. Maybe it was just a very shallow nightmare, but she forgot about it after waking up, leaving only a little fear.

This kind of thing happens all the time, but it becomes much less common when I grow up.

"Okay, okay, you are so old now, but you can still be scared to sleep by nightmares." She comforted herself in this way, and the constant psychological hints made her gradually accept this statement.

Well, sure enough, she fell asleep again soon.

But maybe she didn't realize it herself, her brows were always frowning.

And in the darkness, from the first time she woke up, her eyes... never closed.

Even if I'm asleep now, it's still open.

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In the vehicle, the believer made a bed with Luohuai's wool blankets.

But he didn't fall asleep.

Unlike the other person who was awakened, he had never slept at all.

But the uneasiness in his heart was the same, and it disturbed him.

The intrusion is constant and unending.

There was no other way, so he simply prayed for his faith.

In the past, when he couldn't sleep, he would fall asleep after praying for a while, and he could see a breeze wrapping around him, soft and warm, making his heart feel peaceful.

Well...it will be the same today.

"This is……"

However, what appeared in the dream was a spread of red.

It's like red ink dripping into the water, slowly spreading out into a very even circle.

But later he realized that this was a slow playback, which had been slowed down many times.

Slowly, the diffusion circle became uneven, and the smooth edges began to become sharp and abrupt, like a sphere exploding.

Right, like a sphere filled with red liquid that exploded.

As the dream progressed, the uneasiness in his heart became more and more serious, like the spread of red, which was gradually spreading throughout his mind.

This dream was undoubtedly bad, so he didn't want to let it go like this, he wanted to wake up.

Phew... There was a slight breeze in his ears, and he woke up as he wished.

"It's so strange..." He couldn't understand this situation and subconsciously raised his head to see something.

But suddenly, the things in front of me overlapped with the dream that was supposed to disappear...

"The bird...is the one during the day..."

What coincides with the red dream is the blood splashing out when the bird hits the glass during the day.

They are exactly the same, both in size and texture.

"Hey... let's wipe it off." For some reason, his first reaction was to wipe off the blood.

If it were an ordinary person, this would be normal, because it was unlucky after all, but as a believer, this shouldn't be the case.

But I'm afraid no one can tell clearly where it should and shouldn't be done.

Just like that uneasiness, no one can clearly explain where it comes from.

He found a piece of water, poured some drinking water to wet it, and was going to just wipe it.

"Oh, it's so hard to wipe. If I had known better, I wouldn't be lazy during the day."

The edge of the blood flower is easier to wipe off, but it becomes more difficult to wipe off as it goes to the center. No matter how you wipe it, it won't come off at the middle point at the back.

"Forget it, just a red circle should be fine, oh~~~I'm so sleepy." He shuddered, his eyelids became heavier and heavier, and finally he couldn't hold on any longer, so his vision went dark and he fell asleep.

Only his body was left, still numbly wiping away the blood.

And his... open eyes that were getting closer and closer to the glass.

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The rear door did not open, just like the tent curtain that had never been opened.

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The rising sun had just revealed half of its head on the top of the mountain, and the guide shouted for everyone to get up.

It's time to get to work.

"Huh? Why are there two people missing?" The guide saw that the number of people was wrong.

"Could it be that they overslept?" After a night in the mortal world, Luo Huai had returned. He pointed to the little sister's tent, the curtains were still covered. UU Reading www.uukａｓhu.ｎnet

The same is true in the car. The door is still closed and the boy doesn't seem to have gotten up yet.

When the guide saw it, he immediately walked over, but due to the difference between men and women, he just patted the tent curtain.

"Hey, hey, get up soon."

But there was no movement in the tent.

"What's going on?" The expressions of the others suddenly became nervous. Could it be that something happened?

Just when they were about to demolish the tent, a tired-looking young lady opened the curtain. She didn't see so many people surrounding her, so she just rubbed her eyes.

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