Born to Be Rebellious [Quick Transmigration]

"Bang!"

"Bang bang!"

The sounds of large and small clocks being smashed one after another, the outer casing and the fragments of internal gears mixed together, and the bones and flesh of human beings that were imprisoned in the clock and clock spread on the floor.

The players tore off all the clocks and clocks they could see from the wall, and smashed them to the ground viciously. Together, they knocked down the grandfather clocks placed on the ground, trampled all the clocks and accessories that could be found, and smashed them to pieces. The crackling sound echoed in the empty halls and corridors.

There is a mess everywhere.

The entire interior of the villa is like a huge picture scroll stained with blood, with sticky and smelly blood flowing wantonly along the steps.

Soon, as the clocks were smashed one by one, the walls of the villa gradually changed.

It's like invisible water waves are slowly rippling away, and a layer of light and illusory images is stripped away from the building in front of you bit by bit.

Everyone watched those exquisitely colored wallpapers, gorgeous and complicated decorations, and extravagant and exquisite sculptures disappear in front of their eyes like flowers in a mirror—the scene in front of them made them gasp involuntarily, and a layer of cold sweat burst out of their backs.

The walls and the floor are like flesh and blood that has been stripped of a layer of skin. The scarlet surface is slippery and soft, as if sticky dark red blood is slowly oozing out all the time, as if it is still alive, with a strange pattern throbbing.

Everything in sight is dazzling scarlet.

It was as if they were standing inside some kind of huge monster at the moment. Just watching them made people feel a kind of indescribable fear and trembling.

His feet and body were surrounded by this terrifying scene, his mind was eaten away, and his soul seemed to tremble and shrink from it.

"vomit--"

A player with low mental capacity couldn't help bowing his head and retching.

He subconsciously stretched out his hand to support the wall, but what he touched was the soft and slippery wall of wriggling flesh. He couldn't help but screamed in horror, and took a few steps back, if it wasn't for another player who helped him quickly With one touch, he might fall directly to the ground.

Ge Xiu looked at the scene in front of him and narrowed his eyes thoughtfully.

Could it be that smashing these watches...

Is this copy actually weakened?

Suddenly, a violent tremor began to spread on the soft walls and floor. The players standing in the center were unable to stand stably due to the shock. They all looked around in panic, trying to find the source of the trembling.

The far wall began to ooze blood, dripping down dripping down, and the corridor like a pipeline of flesh and blood gathered into frightening waves,

The scarlet sea of ​​blood seemed to possess sanity, as if it could devour everything that passed by, rushing towards the players—!

"Run!"

Somebody yelled, and the stunned players turned around as if they had just woken up from a dream, and ran towards the bloodless corridor.

Ge Xiu squinted his eyes and took a fixed look at the surging bloody waves, his expression did not change much.

He turned his head to look at the exhausted players, shrugged nonchalantly, and followed with his legs.

The players ran forward with all their strength, they were panting, their faces were pale, and they exerted all their physical potential just to escape.

However, the interior of the current villa is quite different from the previous ones. The former corridors and side halls have disappeared, leaving only the almost identical flesh-red walls and floors. Every road in front of us seems to have no difference. It twists and turns to the distance, and the blood color occupies everyone's field of vision. The players flee in a panic, circling like headless chickens in the labyrinth-like scarlet corridor, but they can't get out of it no matter how they go. out.

Their physical strength is rapidly exhausted.

The sea of ​​blood behind him is getting closer and closer.

The viscous waves roared towards them, and the stench and heavy smell swallowed the players first.

Soon, the last player screamed and was sucked into a sea of ​​blood.

one by one.

Players watched desperately as their companions disappeared one by one, and their speed was getting slower and slower.

The ground is soft, sucking their legs and feet like a swamp, viciously eating away at their physical strength, but the waves chasing after them seem to be tireless, always biting behind them, eating away at them bit by bit The distance between them——until finally catching up with no doubts, there is only an overwhelming redness in front of my eyes, and the thick rusty smell that seems to be indelible.

Gosho looked around.

Now, the only ones who are still running are Du Yan and another senior.

——and the two of them were already out of breath, and it was obvious that they would not be able to hold on any longer.

The senior person was the first to be unable to support it.

After he fell, it was soon Du Yan's turn.

Du Yan tripped over the soft and sticky ground under his feet, and he fell to the ground in despair. Before his vision was about to be swallowed up, he saw that it was just a few steps away from him.

The young man in a white shirt suddenly stopped and turned to look at him.

The face that was carefully carved by the Creator is still gloomy and peaceful, as if the critical scene in front of him is just passing by, just like what other players mentioned before, no matter what he is facing, His reactions were really too indifferent and calm, almost making others feel fear from the bottom of their hearts.

The tumbling blood waves were reflected in those dark eyes, like a strange and condensed crimson gleam shining in the dark and dead abyss.

At that moment, Du Yan's hairs stood on end.

He actually subconsciously equated the other party with the boss in this dungeon...

Du Yan couldn't even deceive himself, it was just a momentary illusion.

Because at that moment, he couldn't feel more clearly that the existence of these two people gave him such a similar feeling.

In the next second, everything in the field of vision went dark.

Vision, touch, hearing, everything fell into chaos, light, shadow and sound disappeared at the same time, as if they didn't exist in this world at all.

I don't know how long it took.

It might be just a few seconds, or it might be centuries.

Du Yan opened his eyes suddenly, gasping for breath, his mind was still blank, the feeling of floating in the air with nothing to rely on occupied his body and mind. Waking up in a state.

He was shocked to find that he was still alive.

Du Yan looked around.

He found that he and the other players were sitting on the chairs, and the expressions of the others were equally shocked and dazed, as if they couldn't believe what they saw in front of them, and stared at the scene around them dumbfounded.

This is a huge hall with a high ceiling, and a huge and bright crystal lamp hangs from the top of the head, illuminating the entire room in every detail.

The walls and floors look normal - thank goodness.

Du Yan suddenly realized that the place where he and other players were now happened to be the place where they escaped with their lives almost half an hour ago.

that restaurant.

But everything in front of him seems to have undergone earth-shaking changes.

The original long table is gone, the baron's huge and ugly corpse has also disappeared, and all the blood spattered on the surrounding walls and carpets have been cleaned up, as if the thrilling scene that happened just now exists only in everyone's imagination Among them, if it wasn't for the exact same pattern and decoration, they would even wonder if they were just having a long dream.

Instead, there are bright lights and exquisite dance floors.

It's almost like... a dance party? ? ?

Du Yan was puzzled.

He looked towards the other end of the hall, and then he was slightly taken aback, his eyes fixed on the thing that was placed directly opposite everyone, which did not exist in this room.

It was a huge bone clock.

The white bones make up its main body, shining a cold luster under the light, each bone on it is different in size, and they are snapped together with an extremely delicate structure, while on the base of the clock, they are neatly A circle of skulls was neatly arranged, and the black eye sockets stared at the crowd blankly, making people feel blood-cold.

——How many human lives are needed to cast such a huge bone clock?

From the bottom to the top, the bones below are still glowing with a dark yellow like age, but in the pale dial at the top, the two tibias of different sizes, lengths, and thicknesses are indeed extremely fresh and cold white, and there seems to be some traces left on them. Blood that hasn't been wiped away.

Apparently, the bone clock took a long time to complete.

And the two players who died in this dungeon just contributed the last incomplete parts to it.

In the center of the dial, there is a mass of living flesh and blood inlaid.

It wriggles constantly, like a stomach bag, or a huge heart, driving the pointer to move regularly, and behind the forest bone clock, something like a blood vessel is connected to the bone clock. spread out from the center.

Du Yan didn't know if it was his own delusion, he always felt that those scarlet and dark blue blood vessels were constantly drilling towards the bottom of the wall, as if they were constantly expanding and expanding until they swallowed up the whole world.

At this moment, the door not far away opened silently.

The players who were still discussing in a low voice in panic just now fell silent. For a moment, all eyes were on the open door, and everyone waited with trembling breath.

Outside the door was a chaos of darkness and scarlet.

The man walked in wearing a well-tailored old-fashioned dress. This dress set off his broad shoulders and narrow waist, and his slender figure also made his complexion paler, as if he were dead. The gloomy and gloomy eyes swept towards the crowd casually, and the almost inhuman hostility in them pierced towards the players like cold steel needles, as if he was sweeping across a piece of lifeless vegetation and rocks , that kind of absolute indifference and cruelty made everyone feel chills.

As if pacing around a sleeping beast, the players subconsciously breathed lightly and looked away, as if they were afraid of attracting each other's attention.

Behind the opponent, the door slammed shut, blocking the frightening other world behind the door.

The man walked straight towards the player.

Everyone's hairs stood on end, wishing they could dig three feet into the ground and escape as far as they could.

The man stopped in front of one of them.

His eyes changed.

As if gazing at the most precious treasure in the entire world, he stared fixedly at the young man in front of him, his eyes were so gentle that water dripped out.

The man bent down with one hand behind his back.

The pale and slender palm stretched out, making an inviting gesture: "Excuse me, do I have this honor...?"

The young man stretched out his hand and put it on the other's palm.

The man's face seemed to be lit up, and the light-colored thin lips were slightly raised. He held the hand in his palm cherishingly, led the young man who stood up, and slowly walked onto the dance floor .

Almost at the same time, melodious music sounded.

Du Yan looked at the two people standing in the middle of the dance floor—they were also slender, with handsome faces, and they matched so well that they were pleasing to the eye when they stood there.

But Du Yan didn't think so.

At the moment of seeing Ge Xiu, before being swallowed by the blood wave, the scene left on the retina and his own feelings at that time reappeared clearly, sweeping over like waves.

Those dark eyes that reflected the color of blood stared at him calmly, looking over time and space.

Du Yan was suddenly terrified.

At that moment, he was absolutely sure of his opinion at the time.

That young man is definitely not a player.

It was the exact same monster as that man.

Center of the dance floor.

Under the watchful eyes of countless complicated eyes, Gexiu's expression did not change. Accompanied by the music, he moved forward, backward, and rotated skillfully.

Never stepped on each other's feet.

The cooperation between the two is so perfect, as if this is not the first time.

The man lowered his eyes slightly, his deep and gloomy gaze fell on the young white porcelain side face, it was so hot that it seemed to be able to penetrate the opponent's skin, and see directly into the deep hidden heart, his voice was deep and deep , with a slight vibration in his chest: "...you dance very well."

Gosho raised the corners of his lips:

"I have a good teacher."

The man frowned, and questioned subconsciously: "Who..."

As soon as the first word was blurted out, he couldn't help but pause, and some blurred and broken pictures flashed through the depths of his mind in that millisecond.He was stunned for two seconds.

Blue-purple scales shimmering in the moonlight.

The fragrance of tulips in the air.

The bright lights on the dance floor, the sparkling silk skirts, the rustling sound of fabrics, the fragrance of clothes, and the rubbing of ears and temples.

In an instant, the broken image passed from his mind, like quicksand that could not be grasped no matter how tightly he held it, leaving no trace in his mind.

The man frowned suspiciously, and his steps were wrong in that millisecond.

Ge Xiu let go of him, took two steps back, and said calmly, "You stepped on me."

The man is a little annoyed.

He said, "I'm sorry..."

But before he could finish his sentence, Ge Xiu interrupted him without hesitation: "Now that we've reached this point, don't talk about what you have and what you don't have."

The man looked back at him.

Gosho narrowed his eyes:

"Would you mind telling me what happened in this dungeon?"

This time, as a ghost, the opponent is dominated and bound by resentment, which is indeed much more difficult than the other dungeons, and it is also more difficult to awaken his sanity.

Therefore, Ge Xiu is still somewhat interested in the plot of this dungeon before being overwritten by [him].

The man smiled slightly: "Of course I don't mind, my bride."

The basic plot in this dungeon is very clichéd.

The Wright family is a noble family in poverty. Due to profligacy and poor management, their life has become more and more desolate as time goes by, even to the point where they are about to sell their house. Mrs. Wright found a way to completely change their lives from this ancestral villa - make a deal with a wizard, who will tell them how to prosper, and they need to meet a request of the wizard.

The wizard taught them a way.

As long as a person's human organs are used to make bone clocks every year, they will be able to maintain their wealth and prosperity forever.

The life of a servant was not worth much at the time, and as the Wright family prospered again, the coverage of their network became larger and larger, and it couldn't be easier to cover up the disappearance of a civilian.

But, as the days passed, the Wright daughter grew up, and her reputation for beauty spread throughout the country.

The wizard fell in love with her at first sight.

So, finally, it was time for him to ask for something in return.

He asks Miss Wright to marry him.

However, Miss Wright had fallen in love with another nobleman, so she eloped with him on the eve of the wedding.

The man stared fixedly at Ge Xiu, with a gentle and affectionate smile on his lips: "I have searched for so long, and finally found you."

He raised his hand, and his cold knuckles gently brushed against the cheek of the young man in front of him:

"My bone clock is finally finished."

Ge Xiu turned his head to look at the huge bone clock beside him, frowned slightly, and asked, "What is it for?"

"This is my masterpiece, which is different from the inferior products created by the Wright family." The man smiled: "It is an anchor. I know that we are now in a copy of the game, and its existence can make this already weakened The game devours it, and when it is eaten, then there is this world wrapped outside—we can live in this world that can be shaped by us, and live happily ever after."

He stared at Gexiu, his voice was low and soft, like raving: "——you will never be able to leave my side."

It is quite similar to the instrument in the ABO world, in short, it is to bind his spiritual body in this world forever.

Gosho raised an eyebrow.

——Possessiveness kills people.

Ge Xiu turned to look at the man standing in front of him, and continued to ask: "So, only this clock in front of you was made by yourself?"

"Correct."

The smile on Gosho's lips deepened.

That's why he chooses that moment to remind the other party of what happened in the previous world - so that he can control where he will stop in the room.

He asked: "If smashing the outer watch only hurts this copy—what if it is this bone clock?"

The man was startled.

The next second, before he could react, Ge Xiu turned his wrist, pulled out the knife that was hidden by his side at the beginning, and then stabbed hard at the bone clock with his backhand, the blade rubbed against the bone clock. The pulsating mass of flesh sank deep into the dial.

"Oh!" The man's eyes widened suddenly, and he raised his hand to cover his stomach.

A trace of scarlet blood spilled from between his pale and slender fingers.

In an instant, the form was reversed and the world was turned upside down.

No player could have predicted the rapidly changing developments before them.

Everyone was dumbfounded, dumbstruck, staring blankly at the unexpected development in front of them, they could never have dreamed that this would be the development of this situation.

Ge Xiu held the handle of the knife and looked down at the other party, with a sneer on the corner of his lips: "...Miss Wright?"

He held the handle of the knife and rotated it slowly, the "clack" sound of the blade rubbing against the bone was extremely harsh.

More blood spilled, dripping to the ground.

Ge Xiu grasped the handle of the knife and swiped downward, the dial of the bone clock cracked, making a piercing rattling sound: "And, fiancee?"

The man frowned slightly, as if he was in great pain.

Ge Xiu's eyes were heavy, without any sympathy, he pushed the blade a few inches in again: "I see you are very happy to shout."

The smile on his face became sweeter and more harmless:

"What's my name? Can you say it again?"