God’s Gift [Unlimited Streaming]

Outside the window, a bloody palm slapped the glass hard, quickly turning the entire clean glass red.

"Bang, bang, bang..."

The hands gathered together kept knocking on the glass, and dripping blood slowly flowed down the palm prints. Even the sharp cries of children in the ears became more and more obvious.

"Let...let me...let me...out...Mom...Mom..."

The sound of crying outside the window rose and fell.

They seemed to realize that the glass could not be broken by themselves, and their tone actually contained some heartbreaking sobs.

"Help..."

"Help..."

"Save... help me..."

Yang Yingying did not dare to speak. She looked at the increasingly dense bloody fingerprints on the window glass, her lips trembling slightly because she was holding her breath.

Who is the owner of these bloody handprints?

In order to figure out what was on the other side of the glass, Yang Yingying covered her mouth and took a shallow breath, then held her breath again and slowly approached the window step by step.

Just when she was about to step forward and look out from the gaps in the messy bloody handprints, a purple and bloody eye suddenly stuck up from the gaps in the bloody handprints.

Yang Yingying: "..."

[Holy shit, shit, shit, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck!

[I'm going to be scared to death, these eyes are so scary, so scary]

[Look at the person upstairs who is so scared that he can only say repeated words]

[Go away, aren't you scared? 】

[I am not as timid as some people]

[Forget it, you will be the first to be frightened if something really happens]

【…】

The eyeball stuck firmly between the gaps in the glass, rotating 360 degrees, as if checking whether there was anyone in the room.

Thanks to the fact that there were no lights in the room, even though Yang Yingying stood almost face-to-face in front of the eyeball, it didn't see anyone in the room.

After looking at it for a while, after confirming that no one was in the room, they quickly disappeared between the gaps of the bloody handprints, and they could only faintly hear their cries getting louder.

"...Woo...Woo...Woo...no...no one...people..."

"People...where have people gone..."

"I...I want...to find...someone..."

The cry of the child got farther and farther away from the window, and soon disappeared completely.

Yang Yingying in the room breathed a sigh of relief. She didn't dare to turn on the flashlight anymore and moved to the window covered with bloody handprints to carefully examine the remaining handprints.

The bloody handprint was very small, not even half the size of Yang Yingying's palm. It could be seen that the ghosts patting the window were probably not very old.

But if you can speak, the probability is not very small——

Yang Yingying's thoughts stopped suddenly, and she was amused by her own thoughts.

The world in the dungeon is not as normal as reality. Who knows how old these ghosts are that shoot at the windows?

She didn't hesitate, stretched out her hand to close the opened curtains, then lay down on the bed in the dark, closed her eyes and prepared to rest.

No one would be killed on the first night, and now there is a high probability that there will be no problems.

It is better to seize the time to recuperate and recuperate.

Yang Yingying slowly closed her eyes and quickly fell into a deep sleep.

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On the other side, He Ziyun listened to the system female voice announcing in his ear, and his hand on the door handle paused slightly.

So fast?

This should be the fastest time he has triggered the main plot of the dungeon in history.

And it’s triggered by everyone.

It's like there's something behind the scenes that's promoting the main mission...

He Ziyun didn't think much. He turned around and looked inside the house. The darkness that caught his eyes made him purse his lips. He could only fumble around the house, and he had to be wary of bumping into something from time to time.

Strictly speaking, he is not much different from a blind person now.

In the darkness, He Ziyun slowly touched a long outline covered with soft quilt.

It must be the bed.

He Ziyun breathed a sigh of relief. Just as he was about to sit down, he suddenly stepped on something hard, causing him to slip and fall onto the bed.

Fortunately, it was a bed, otherwise my bones would probably have suffered a lot of pain from the fall.

[Good boy, it’s so scary. Fortunately, my wife was holding her steady, otherwise she would have knocked on the table behind her]

[Tsk, tsk, this is going to be serious if you knock it on the table. Visually, if He Ziyun hits it, the back of his head will definitely be split open. If he gets injured at the beginning of the plot, it will be difficult later]

[I was scared to death, but fortunately my wife held the bed steady]

[…I’m going to mess with that, I think what you said is ambiguous]

【Why? Hahahahaha, yellow people see everything as yellow! 】

【…】

The barrage was flying, but He Ziyun, the protagonist, leaned down with his twisted arm, squatting on the ground and groping for the thing that tripped him just now.

The floor in the house felt very clean, and there seemed to be no dust. He Ziyun groped in the dark for a long time, but he still couldn't find the hard thing.

Where have you been?

He Ziyun frowned slightly, squatting on the spot and thinking about where he would kick things.

A few seconds later, He Ziyun suddenly thought of something and raised his eyelids, his glazed eyes shining in the dark night.

The young man quickly knelt down on the ground, bent down and groped for the floor under the bed.

Just as he reached under the bed, the feeling of rustling dust between his fingertips instantly entered his mind.

He Ziyun was silent for a few seconds, rubbed his fingertips uncontrollably, took a deep breath and continued groping under the bed.

A lot of time was wasted by going back and forth like this. Fortunately, the hard work paid off. Just when He Ziyun's hands were full of dust, he finally touched something hard.

He Ziyun's heart moved and he quickly took the thing out from under the bed.

The hard things were cold to the touch, and there were many bumps and bumps, like there were traces of bulges and depressions, but I couldn't tell what they were.

It's too dark inside.

I couldn't see clearly what was in my hands.

After thinking twice, He Ziyun exchanged a flashlight from the mall and pressed the switch after hesitating for a few seconds.

A corner of the dark room was instantly illuminated by a flashlight.

The young man looked at the thing in his hand and paused slightly.

It is a porcelain doll that is completely painted white.

The ceramic doll is relatively crudely made, with only the facial features and body parts painted with some red paint on the facial lines, and a red arc that winds upwards is drawn on the mouth.

Like laughing.

He Ziyun looked at the ceramic doll in his hand, always feeling that this thing looked a little weird.

Why on earth did a ceramic doll appear under my feet?

The young man could not help but think of the song he heard when he first entered the dungeon.

"When you give birth to a baby who is fat and white, your husband's family will smile..."

He Ziyun whispered this ballad softly. Just when he was wondering whether this ballad had anything to do with the white porcelain doll in front of him, the feel of the cold white porcelain doll in his hand suddenly changed.

It started to become softer, even a little more human-like.