Bind to the fake death system, the goddess turned into a black yandere for me

Shen An stared blankly at everything in front of him.

He felt something had changed.

Su Yu gently handed the teacup to him.

She always kept that gentle smile on her face.

"Xiao An, have a cup of tea."

Shen An hesitated for a moment, but finally took the teacup.

The temperature of the tea just passed through his palm.

However, he lowered his head and looked into the cup, and a sense of anxiety still lingered.

The transparent glass cup contained light-colored black tea with a faint amber luster.

His fingers moved slightly.

He slowly brought the teacup to his lips and took a sip.

The tea was just warm and fragrant.

He lowered his head and glanced at the cup of tea again inadvertently.

However, in just a moment, the color of the tea changed strangely.

It seemed that the teacup was no longer a light black tea.

But it was like that kind of deep and viscous blood plasma.

The dark red liquid was flowing slowly.

As if it had life, even...

Shen Anxin instinctively wanted to let go of the teacup.

But the next moment, his vision suddenly blurred for a moment.

All the weirdness disappeared without a trace.

Tea was still tea, still the beautiful amber red color.

Obviously everything in front of him looked normal, but just now...

He raised his head and his eyes swept to Su Yu.

And this time... she was no longer the familiar look.

The person sitting at the long table in front of him had turned into a monster——

Su Yu's originally overly beautiful face disappeared, replaced by a gray and white peeling foreign skin.

There was a black viscous substance surging inside.

Her eye sockets were completely devoid of pupils, and several slender tentacles protruded from the hem of her clothes.

And the wriggling black tentacles under her figure.

Like a hungry living thing, they stretched out suddenly and pounced directly on Shen An's ankle.

Shen An subconsciously wanted to break free.

But at that moment, he found that his hands and feet could no longer move.

Tentacles——

The familiar and slimy tentacles.

They had already wrapped around his legs and arms without him knowing when.

They clung to his limbs like vines.

He wanted to move but felt that the force was getting tighter and tighter.

It was like swallowing up his body inch by inch and invading his consciousness.

It made him unable to break free and unable to resist.

But——in the next second, everything suddenly returned to nothingness.

The tentacles disappeared.

"Su Yu" was no longer the gray monster.

The surrounding atmosphere became peaceful and warm again.

It was as if those horrible illusions just now had never existed.

Shen An was soaked.

And when he looked at Su Yu again.

She turned back into the beautiful and pleasing girl.

Her eyes were innocent and her expression was kind.

"What's wrong with you?"

Su Yu asked softly, her eyes full of concern, "You don't look well."

Shen An was completely frozen, and the teacup in his hand seemed to be stained with blood.

But reason told him——

Everything was normal.

He was silent for a moment, his Adam's apple rolled up and down, and he spoke with difficulty:

"I... I'm fine, maybe a little tired."

Su Yu chuckled, as if she didn't notice his uneasiness at all.

Shen An looked at her, and his back felt cold.

However, the tea in his hand was still warm.

Su Yu's expression was still calm, and her eyes showed familiar tenderness and concern.

She slowly stood up and looked at him gently.

She didn't continue to ask. Instead, she suggested softly:

"Xiao An, you are not in a good state today.

Let's go back and rest."

Shen An heard this, raised his head and looked at her, hesitated for a moment, and finally just nodded.

"Okay."

He responded simply.

The two packed up their picnic utensils, and Shen An helped pick up a corner of the picnic mat.

Su Yuyi put away the tent.

Then she stuffed all the items back into the small bag that seemed particularly "magical" in an orderly manner.

Everything seemed like an ordinary afternoon gathering.

The two walked side by side to the parking space.

The autumn sun was still shining through the leaves above their heads.

The two got in the car.

"Look, the weather is really good today."

It seemed like an ordinary couple's date.

Shen An just responded casually: "Yeah, yes."

His reply seemed empty, as if he was absent-minded.

Along the way, Su Yu seemed to have said a lot, lingering in his ears.

He knew that his answer was perfunctory, but he really couldn't concentrate.

He forced himself to ignore those unreasonable guesses.

Telling himself that the Su Yu he saw now was "real".

But the more he thought about it, the heavier the discomfort in his heart became.

"Host, are you okay?"

Suddenly, the system's rather teasing voiceIt came out at the right time.

Shen An responded to Su Yu's words hastily, and whispered to the system:

"... Do you think I look like I'm "good"?

The system laughed undisguisedly:

"Why are you so worried when you go out on a date? It doesn't fit the setting of an urban stand-in, host."

Shen An couldn't help but frowned when he heard the system's teasing words.

"Urban stand-in article?

Are you sure this is really an ordinary, step-by-step urban stand-in article?"

"Of course, host! You are just playing a play with the actress now.

When that white moonlight comes back, your part will be over.

But - remember to pretend your amnesia!

The plot design does leave you a big "amnesia" plot.

As for playing a stand-in, as everyone knows, the main plot is that the main character "Shen An" comes back.

Shen An wanted to say something, but found that Su Yu was already close to him.

"We are here. "She said softly, opening the car door.

When Shen An locked himself back in the room, he almost subconsciously locked the door.

The key made a crisp sound in the lock.

But this did not bring much real comfort.

The whole room was strangely quiet.

It seemed that all the disturbances in the outside world were isolated outside the door.

But Shen An still had a feeling that could not be shaken off-

Someone was watching him.

It was not just a gaze.

It seemed to come from some formless existence.

It was full of weird voyeurism.

That feeling was like a thin needle piercing his nerves.

It made him unable to relax completely.

He hurriedly dragged his numb legs to the bathroom.

Behind him, it seemed that every step he took.

The invisible shadow would follow him, as if Ruoli.

Scooped up a few handfuls of cold water and splashed it on his face.

Shen An stared at his wet face in the mirror.

He once thought that he could see something scary in those red eyes.

But what was reflected in the mirror.

After all, it was just his own tired eyes.

And an increasingly confused look.

Maybe it was really just that he was too tired...

He thought numbly, and turned around and got into the quilt.

The soft touch of the bed at least made him feel a little safe for a while.

Fatigue finally overwhelmed everything, making him relax a little, turning over and closing his eyes.

In the dark room.

Only the occasional night wind made a slight sound.

It drifted into his ears from a distance, with a faint hissing sound.

But Shen An keenly noticed something wrong.

The cold, slippery, slightly creeping touch.

It seemed as if the malice, which was more substantial than the air, was gradually approaching from all around.

But it didn't take long.

The sticky touch was gently "rubbing" against his bed.

That was a sound that shouldn't be there.

Shen An could even clearly feel the presence of something.

It was lying in the shadows he couldn't see, approaching and spying on him.

It was like an icy invasion.

It slid gently across the foot of his bed, and then lingered silently in the darkness.

He tried his best not to imagine the "light surge" of slurry that might exist around him.

But the more he rejected it, the clearer the sticky "crawling sound" in his ears became...

It was as if the "thing" in the darkness was lurking without any hesitation.

Shen An could feel He felt its "gaze" following him closely.

When he moved his arms or turned over slightly.

He felt some tentacles that stretched out silently from under the bed, as if with greedy desires -

The touch was extremely real, like a monster's claws gently scratching the edge of his bed.

The wet, cold mucus slowly moved along the edge of the bed to his thighs and ankles.

He couldn't move.

He felt the restraint spread rapidly from his legs.

It was like invisible vines were tightening him step by step.

"Don't move..."

The voice was extremely familiar -

but it seemed like a strange whisper crawling out of the darkness.

Like a hallucination, it suddenly appeared in his mind.

The air was stagnant.

But he couldn't move at all, lying on the bed.

He could feel that "thing" was already lying on the edge of the bed.

It floated slowly, and its slippery appendages moved like a snake on the edge of the bed.

It was examining him... spying on him...