I picked up a boyfriend in the infinite game

He almost forgot this important condition. The train connected all the locations in the dungeon. Whether he took the train to go to school when he first came in, or took the train to work in Oi Village, it was the train that helped the player go back and forth between locations, and connected the player and Sato Suzuki.

Song Guicheng's heart was pounding so hard, he didn't know if it was because of the intense running or because of panic. He had a hunch that if he missed this train, something bad would happen.

Attracting ghosts is just a small matter. If the tram really connects the entire copy and violates this rule, it will probably be hunted down by the entire copy.

Just like the copy of "Happy Hotel", no matter how those players committed suicide, at most they would be retaliated by the host and hostess. Only after he burned the apple tree, the entire copy immediately mobilized.

Song Guicheng was afraid that the turmoil in the copy would attract Song Yujie's attention, and he was even more worried that it would cause some unpredictable impact on Pei Shuangjin who was in it. He couldn't gamble. But all he could do now was to run at full speed, as if racing against the god of death.

Darkness whizzed past the two of them, and Song Guicheng vaguely felt a smell of blood or rotten meat in the wind, which made people want to vomit.

Oxygen was constantly squeezed out of the lungs, but it could not be replenished in time. Soon, Song Guicheng felt a pain in his chest like a knife cutting.

It's almost there, right in front of him. Song Guicheng can already see the faint lights under the eaves of the tram station. He is like a moth in the dark, his eyes uncontrollably drawn to the lights.

The intense running left a faint taste of rust in his mouth. His body was too weak to support such strenuous exercise.

Song Guicheng raised his hand to wipe his mouth, and suddenly his feet were empty. Pei Shuangjin actually picked him up and rushed forward at a faster speed. While running at full speed, he still found time to comfort Song Guicheng: "Don't panic, we're almost there."

"Ding-ling-ling", it's the sound of the train about to depart, the door is slowly closing, the inside of the tram is very bright, it seems like two different worlds from the dark night, but they are closing in front of them little by little.

Song Guicheng clearly felt that something was stirring in the air, and the cold murderous intent from the copy rushed towards him and Pei Shuangjin madly.

His eyes were blurry and he clearly heard nothing, but he reacted very quickly and stretched out his hand to block the back of Pei Shuangjin's neck. He was caught off guard and the back of his hand felt as if it was stabbed by a knife.

"Hurry!" He couldn't help but urge again.

"The train is about to depart for Yamaeicho Station. Passengers, please get on board as soon as possible." The sweet female voice fluctuated and stretched out in the darkness, sounding very strange.

At the moment when the tram door was about to close, Pei Shuangjin hugged Song Guicheng and pounced - Song Guicheng only felt his body lighten, as if he was going to be thrown out, but he was not, he was tightly protected under his body, and he just fell on his butt.

Song Guicheng looked up and saw that only half of Pei Shuangjin's body had entered, and the other half was still hanging outside the tram. He was able to come in only because Pei Shuangjin's body was holding him open, and the tram door was closing mercilessly.

Song Guicheng burst out strength from nowhere and pulled him back with all his strength. Suddenly, most of Pei Shuangjin's body was in the car door, but there seemed to be something hooking him outside the car door, and he couldn't get in below the knees.

Song Guicheng quickly took out the [Dagger that can cut through iron like mud] from his backpack, stretched out his hand and started slashing at the mess.

He clearly felt something sticky climbing up the dagger and then being cut off in an instant. At the same time, Song Guicheng vaguely heard something screaming, like the squeaking sound made by water vapor hitting hot iron, which made his teeth ache.

As soon as Pei Shuangjin broke free from his restraints, he swiftly climbed onto the tram.

The next moment, the tram door closed, and whatever was in the darkness was blocked out.

Song Guicheng breathed a sigh of relief, still a little frightened. He tightly grasped Pei Shuangjin's hand and said to himself, "It's okay, it's okay."

He hadn't been so panicked for a long time. It was as if his entire soul was being dug up. The coldness was undisguised and was directed at the two of them. If it had been a little later, he might not have been able to completely block those things from attacking Pei Shuangjin.

Pei Shuangjin was also breathing heavily, and did not forget to pat Song Guicheng on the back.

Song Guicheng glanced at the back of his hand. It was as smooth as before, but it was painful, as if the tendons beneath the skin had been cut by a knife, but nothing could be seen from the surface.

He couldn't help but coughing violently, and a fishy-sweet liquid suddenly gushed out of his throat and flowed down the corners of his mouth. It was bright red and dripped onto his white sweater, like blood flowers blooming on the white canvas.

"Song Guicheng!"

Pei Shuangjin's pupils suddenly shrank, and he hurriedly reached out to catch the fallen Song Guicheng. The world seemed to stop at this moment, and everything in front of him blurred, leaving only Song Guicheng who was falling like a dead leaf.

At this moment, his ability to sense danger once again broke through the limitations of time and space, like a kaleidoscope, spinning and spreading future scenes in his eyes.

On the top of the snow-capped mountain, a figure fell gracefully, revealing a kind of absoluteness and relief. The biting cold wind froze everything into ice. He stood on the top of the mountain, silently watching the figure fall, become smaller, and disappear, but he could not see his own expression clearly...

How could this be...!! How could this future be possible!!

Pei Shuangjin suddenly felt as if his throat was tightly strangled by the air, and the burning pain spread along his throat to his whole body.

The person in his arms was shaking uncontrollably, and blood was oozing out from the corners of his mouth, forming a scarlet patch in front of Pei Shuangjin's eyes.

Song Guicheng saw the dissipated soul power, blue and transparent, floating in the air in tiny pieces.

He suddenly understood. That's why. Those things would not hurt people's flesh, but would cut off their souls.

"Gui Cheng, don't be afraid. Tell me, what should I do? How can I save you?"

Pei Shuang tried his best to make his tone sound steady, but his shaking hands revealed his inner panic. He clearly told Song Guicheng not to be afraid, but it was he whose pupils were trembling.

"I'm fine." Song Guicheng felt Pei Shuangjin was out of control and hurried to comfort him, but as soon as he opened his mouth, another large amount of blood gushed out.

He covered his mouth and tried his best to prevent more soul power from dissipating. Blood seeped through his fingers, leaving a sticky and slippery touch.

The hot and wet blood flowed down his arm, staining his white sweater red. Song Guicheng's wrist was too thin and pale, so the blood was particularly eye-catching.

In extreme fear, Pei Shuangjin's senses began to lose balance. All colors became indistinguishable and meaningless blocks, and only a large area of ​​white and the bright red that cut through the white remained in front of him.

He wanted to hug Song Guicheng tightly, but was afraid of crushing Song Guicheng, who was as pale as paper, so he just held him gently.

"Tell me, what can I do to save you?" Pei Shuangjin leaned over and whispered in Song Guicheng's ear. The light poured from the top of his head, illuminating everything clearly. In those empty black eyes, at this moment, only the figure of Song Guicheng was reflected.

Song Guicheng shook his head, thinking that he was really fine. Although it seemed that he had lost a lot of blood, he was still far from death.

He snuggled in Pei Shuangjin's arms, listening to his frantic heartbeat, thinking absentmindedly that it turned out that gods were not always calm and could also have such panic moments.

Pei Shuangjin gently touched Song Guicheng's head. He wondered what secrets Song Guicheng was unwilling to reveal despite being so seriously injured. What was he trying to protect? Who was he trying to protect?

The hand around Song Guicheng slowly tightened, completely wrapping herself in his body temperature, as if this was the only way to hold on to the reality in her arms for a moment.

Song Guicheng waited quietly for the pain to crawl through every inch of his body, and then gradually subside into the depths of the condensed blood. It was with great difficulty that he finally suppressed the surging bloody smell.

"I'm really fine, I just can't exercise so vigorously." Song Guicheng lied with his eyes open. Who would vomit blood just because of running, but he couldn't find any better reason at the moment.

He took out a handkerchief from his pocket and wiped his hands casually. He couldn't tell Pei Shuangjin that something was trying to steal their strength and then beat them to death.

Is that Song Yujie's power? Song Guicheng was doubtful. The cold murderous intent was similar to that revealed by Song Yujie, but different. However, he couldn't tell what the difference was. It was just a feeling.