Forces of Temptation

The narrow alleys amplified the sound of breathing countless times.

call--

call--

Nan Zhou leaned against the cold wall, and the bloody smell in his mouth rose up against his chest, making him retch twice unconsciously.

To avoid this situation, he has given away the most useful items to his teammates.

Apart from carrying some sundries that took up space, Nan Zhou almost participated in this game for nothing.

He took out a piece of candy from the warehouse, unwrapped the candy wrapper, and fed it to his mouth, barely calming the influence of the bloody smell on his spirit.

With an injury like his own, it is not suitable for him to stay in this world looking for a "ticket".

Although Nan Zhou also suspected that there were only slight changes in Never Town, if he walked all the way, was there really a station waiting for him at the end of the box?

But if he rashly breaks into the next world like this, who knows what will be waiting for him?

If his injuries continue to pile up like this, Brother Fang will be sad again when he sees him.

With such worries, Nan Zhou pulled back his clothes, trying to hide all those wounds.

Immediately, Nanzhou realized something abnormal.

He looked up.

A snow-white head poked out from above the eaves, looking at him gloomily.

Nan Zhou frowned slightly, and threw an eye knife, that Guangmei immediately retreated as if facing an enemy, with a gurgling groan in his throat, sending signals to other Guangmei.

Nan Zhou flicked the candy lightly with his tongue, making his cheeks puff up a little.

His body was weak, his vision was blurred, and it was like a beehive had exploded in his ears.

But he could still get a general idea of ​​the sneaking noises all around.

...a dozen of them.

No, there should be more than two dozen.

Despite their weakness, they are numerically superior.

In such an extreme environment, Nanzhou needs to make a decision as soon as possible to determine the next course of action.

The feeling of sugar melting in his mouth greatly soothed his tense nerves, and also calmed down his nerve tremors a lot.

Nan Zhou picked up the iron wire that fell on the ground, and was about to try to unlock the iron box again.

However, the moment he straightened his body, a sudden change occurred!

On the night of the full moon, Guang Mei's heart was impetuous, and while she was weak, her thirst for blood became more and more frantic.

A cold light rustled across the wall, and like a hungry wolf, it threw itself on Nan Zhou's back from behind.

Guang Mei showed her sharp and ferocious teeth, drew an afterimage in the air, and bit Nan Zhou hard on the side of the neck!

Blood splattered!

Nan Zhou fell two steps from the impact of this bite.

The scent of fresh blood stimulated the light charmers in the dark.

The sound of the clothes corners flapping on the ground became more and more rapid, and when they overlapped together, it made one's scalp tingle.

However, within a few seconds of Nanzhou's blood pouring into Guangmei's mouth, the monster seemed to have swallowed a mouthful of sulfuric acid, and it let go of its teeth with a painful expression, trying to escape from Nanzhou.

Nan Zhou tilted his head, raised his palm, and pressed the back of its neck to death expressionlessly, allowing its sharp teeth to wedge deeper into his side neck, allowing the tooth cavity to suck blood automatically, and then flow back into Guangmei's mouth .

... The original setting of Guangmei still has an effect in this world.

The energy in the light charm can flow and improve by attacking the same kind and human beings.

But once it bites someone of the same kind that is more capable than itself, it will be backlashed.

——Nan Zhou's younger sister died because of this setting.

Guangmei, who attacked Nanzhou, was forced by the strong man's blood so that the light on his face faded, leaving only a purple and swollen face, immersed in the extreme pain caused by the backlash to the brain, wailing meaninglessly from his mouth, poor Struggling with all his strength, his limp limbs slapped Nan Zhou's body.

Nan Zhou remained unmoved, and exerted more force with his palm, forcing its teeth to pierce a little deeper, a little deeper.

The reckless and bold Guangmei finally fell limply from Nan Zhou's body after a horrible convulsion, like a sack full of lead, falling to the ground with a thud.

Nan Zhou staggered twice, supported the wall, pressed the two blood holes on his neck with his fingertips, and slowly urged to stop the bleeding.

His own blood flowed down his neck, branding plum blossoms on the collar of his snow-white shirt.

He glanced around silently.

Seeing the tragic death of their own kind, those Guangmei who were about to move, huddled in a corner, looked at each other, and communicated with a guttural voice like a beast.

Amidst the horrifying sound of beckoning friends, Nan Zhou lowered his head and found that after the fight just now, the iron wire that was stained with his own blood and pierced into the lock heart was actually broken inside, completely blocking the keyhole. died.

... Nanzhou frowned.

He needs to make a decision as soon as possible.

If these light charms swarmed up, even tearing him would tear him apart.

He lost a lot of blood, and he was at the end of his strength when he ran here in one breath, and he was not suitable for long-distance running at all.

But Nan Zhou still planned to give it a go.

He needs to try to open the box lock as soon as possible, but he does not open it, stores the box in the warehouse, releases the puppet, and tries to search in the small town.

If the situation is really embarrassing, or if he is chased by {Jiang Fang}, he can also open the lid of the box at the right time and hide in the next world.

If he didn't take advantage of the opportunity of getting the box and being free to move around to check the whereabouts of the ticket, he would most likely continue to be exhausted in the next world, running and struggling in the quagmire of many worlds.

It is not impossible to be exhausted halfway.

Nan Zhou took out the glasses from the warehouse, put them on, stretched his spirit, and released the puppets, leaving only one to protect himself.

While dragging his wounded body forward, he tried to leave the area where light and charm gathered, while holding the box in his arms, thinking about how to open it.

But Guangmei behind him refused to let him go easily, like bloodthirsty ants and tarsal maggots, following him step by step.

They also quickly discussed a plan.

When there was a sound of "Glenn" from the roof tiles behind him, a piece of roof tiles fell to the ground in response, making a crisp sound of falling apart.

Nanzhou suddenly stopped.

At this time, all the chattering in the surroundings stopped, and the air was eerily quiet, only the whimpering of the wind in the back alley became very clear and distinct.

Nan Zhou turned his palm over and put the box close to his side.

At the same time, his legs are slightly bent, his knees are bent, and his toes are also separated a little.

The silence lasted a long time.

The riot happened only in an instant.

With a whistle, the puppet that was originally used to protect Nanzhou was torn to pieces by the light and charm group that came from all directions like wild beasts in a blink of an eye.

Nan Zhou took a deep breath.

In a blink of an eye, his figure, together with the broken puppet, was surrounded by a sea of ​​light and submerged.

……

A large cloud passed in the sky, covering the bright moonlight for more than ten minutes.

When the clouds cleared and the fog cleared, a huge full moon hung in the sky again. It was so heavy that it pulled down the entire dark sky.

The radiant moonlight illuminated the world, and also clearly reflected the glowing corpses lying all over the ground.

In the midst of these tragic deaths, amidst the lights and shadows of the alley, there was a person lying against the wall who was still breathing.

Only the toes of his feet were still exposed to the moonlight.

It's just that his eyes were closed tightly, his chest was still slightly heaving, and his breath was long.

If it weren't for the blood on his cheeks and the mess around him, this picture would actually have a pretty good artistic conception, like a picture of a sleeping beauty.

The attacking Guangmei didn't expect Nanzhou to be so strong. For a while, those who died, those who were injured, and those who were injured found that they couldn't eat this tough bone, and those who could run, all scattered and fled. place.

In the silence, a sound of leather shoes approached from a distance, approaching Nanzhou with a more cheerful rhythm.

... Nanzhou's leg was injured, and the blood shed all the way became the best pointing tool.

{Jiang Fang} appeared at the entrance of the alley.

Even when the moon is full, the previous {Jiang Fang} would never come here alone.

Even if these light charms are weak, the power they gather together is terrifying.

Although he organized many town residents to form a hunting team, in the final analysis, he was the only one with brains and action in the town.

Defeating the monsters one by one is the best tactic for {Jiang Fang} who is fighting alone.

Who would have thought that the unexpected guest Nanzhou would help him a lot.

In today's battle, one-third of the monsters in the town were killed by him here.

He looked around at the faces of the corpses lying in the alley, and found that the corners of the mouths of every Guangmei corpse were stained with blood, almost covering half of the chin.

{Jiang Fang} stepped over one by one, finding his target accurately.

... Sure enough, Nan Zhou's face was almost transparent after being sucked so much blood.

{Jiang Fang} stood still beside Nan Zhou, casually threw down a puppet head that he had cut off, and then lightly kicked his arm with a pointed leather shoe: "Hey."

Nan Zhou was extremely tired, but he still opened his eyes and calmly nodded to him: "Hello."

{Jiang Fang} stepped on the cheek of the puppet's head with his toes, and asked, "Who are you?"

When he was looking for Nanzhou, he happened to see dolls running around in the street.

This made him more curious about Nanzhou's identity.

Nan Zhou pursed his lips.

{Jiang Fang} also guessed what he wanted to say, and said in unison with him: "'This is the seventh question'."

After Nan Zhou and him said this sentence, he also raised his face helplessly and said: "You are lying."

{Jiang Fang} knelt down and said, "Who told you not to ask me questions."

"Then I asked." Nan Zhou pursed his dry lips, "Recently... have you found anything like a bus ticket in the town?"

Instead of searching around, why not ask {Jiang Fang}, the person who is most familiar with the town.

{Jiang Fang} thought about it seriously: "What does the 'ticket' you mentioned look like?"

Up to this point, even though his voice was tired, Nanzhou's thinking was still very clear: "It may not be a paper ticket. It is just called a 'ticket', and it may be in the form of a plaque, a flag, or even a stone or a book. Books. As long as it’s something that’s been added recently, it’s fine.”

{Jiang Fang} smiled at Yan Yan: "'The extra stuff'? Then you are the only one."

Nan Zhou closed his eyes again.

... I don't know if it's because of lack of strength, or because I don't want to talk to him anymore.

{Jiang Fang} lowered his eyebrows, and his squatting knees gently sank into the blood all over the floor.

He leaned forward and stretched out his hand, trying to wipe away the blood oozing from the corner of Nan Zhou's mouth with his thumb, but stopped only three inches away from the corner of his mouth.

{Jiang Fang} licked his lips, then withdrew his hand: "Hey. Is it worth it?"

Nan Zhou responded sleepily with a nasal voice: "Huh?"

{Jiang Fang}: "What does your 'hope' look like?"

Nan Zhou opened his eyes, took a look at him, and said frankly: "...It's very similar to you."

{Jiang Fang}'s heart skipped a beat.

He subconsciously stretched out his hand to cover it, so as to hide the weird mood at this moment, and at the same time showed a habitual smile: "Really?"

Nan Zhou sized him up for a while: "Yeah. But it's just a glance. If you look more, you won't look like him anymore."

This answer made {Jiang Fang} harden his expression.

"...'one glance'?" {Jiang Fang} looked at him deeply, "The fate of one glance...why?"

While speaking, he reached out to grab Nan Zhou's collar.

Nanzhou suddenly dodged back.

His fingertips brushed against Nan Zhou's chest.

The strength that Nanzhou had accumulated for a long time after the fierce battle was exhausted in this tumultuous time.

Nan Zhou put the box on the ground.

The lock of the box is still there, but the lock plate at the connection between the lock and the box has been twisted and cracked.

...and it was stained with blood.

{Jiang Fang} turned around and looked at the bright corpses all over the floor, and suddenly realized.

Previously, he always thought that the blood stains on the mouths of these monsters were all from biting Nan Zhou.

But the fact is that Nan Zhou couldn't open the lock for some reason, and he didn't want to destroy the structure of the box by smashing it.

...He actually came up with the idea of ​​using Guangmei's teeth to bite the lock to unlock it.

{Jiang Fang} took a step closer to him, fixed his eyes on Nan Zhou, and said softly: "You stay."

Nanzhou didn't move.

"I am the same person as you." {Jiang Fang} said, "I am very similar to him. You have been injured too badly and need to rest. Don't go to him."

"……wrong."

"I don't want someone like me, and I don't want someone like him."

Nan Zhou said clearly: "I only want him alone."

Nan Zhou didn't look at {Jiang Fang}'s expression at the moment, stubbornly lifted the lid of the box with one hand, and tried to look up at the sky.

This time, at the moment when the world collapsed, countless comments jumped out clearly.

"Wow, did he really kill him? Looking forward to it."

"Garbage game, garbage game, garbage game, why can't the character return to blood after changing the small world?"

"One-star bad review, no reason, just for fun."

"This is the worst Openworld game I've ever played. The scope of exploration and the degree of freedom are surprisingly small. The purpose of the game is to keep looking for boxes. It's too monotonous. I've lost all my patience."

"Why can't I engage in Narcissus? Why can't I develop relationships with other NPCs?"

These comments, as if mocking his efforts, are nothing more than a game of criticism.

Perhaps it was because of his exhaustion and exhaustion, that after Nan Zhou fell into the darkness, he fell into a half-drowsy half-sleep.

Before he fainted completely, he only saw {Jiang Fang}'s hand stretched out to him before his body was swallowed by the cracked world.

Time was ticking by his ears.

After floating in a daze for a long time, Nan Zhou's consciousness seemed to be lightly poked by a small thorn, and he sat up in shock.

...how long has he slept? !

He was busy checking the time.

...It's okay, but 25 minutes.

Nan Zhou forced himself to wake up quickly from his sleep.

And everything that caught his eyes made him frown again.

The "spike" that awakened his consciousness just now was actually the high and low birdsong outside the window.

A messy bed, a diary dated August 8, a half-finished easel—

He actually... returned to the first box world again?