Survival game by confession [unlimited]

A slender and tall figure appeared from the mist. He lowered his head slightly, his hair gently brushed against his ears, but the expression on his face was calm, as if he didn't kill a person with a throwing knife just now, but A glass of wine was served at the dinner party.

The wine was rippling, and his eyes were as calm as a lake.

"Forehead……"

The old dean made a vague sound from his throat, and blood foam flowed from the corner of his mouth. He wanted to turn his head for the last time and take a look at the person who killed him, but his wish was not fulfilled.

The footsteps gradually approached.

The white knife on his neck trembled, and flew back into the man's hand out of nowhere, with blood gushing out from the wound.

Then a black pistol was pressed against his back, the trigger was pulled continuously, the shells of the bullets fell to the ground with crackling, and three bullets blasted through his chest, leaving a hole the size of half a palm .

Xiao Ji completed the knife with a blank face, not at all intending to have a discussion with the behind-the-scenes boss about his mental journey, until the system's kill reminder sounded in his ears.

[You killed the key NPC in this examination room [Old Dean], you got [Character Plot Treasure Box] × 1]

"Are you OK."

Xiao Ji grasped the sin knife and cut off the rope that bound Ai Po behind him. The rope slipped from Ai Po's wrist to the ground, and he regained his freedom.

"Thank you very much, Mr. Xiao."

Ai Po lowered his head and rubbed his wrist. One of his ears was bitten off by the skeleton that appeared before, and his blond hair was stained with blood.

"Thank you for arriving in time and saving us..."

The reason why Xiao Ji was able to rush to his side in time was because after Ai Po finished mobilizing before the war, Xiao Ji had a chat with him alone for a while, and during this time, the two reached a consensus.Xiao Ji used his own spell [Thought Portal] to set up a teleportation array on Ai Po's body.

The key word he set for Ai Po was [death], and then he used hypnosis to make the other party forget this word. Only when he really felt that his life would be in danger, that is, when Ai Po was dying, he Only then did the word "death" come to mind.

Just now, when the key word was remembered, Xiao Ji was summoned to Ai Po's side, went directly to the bell tower, and killed the unsuspecting old dean.

It would not be impossible for Xiao Ji to climb up to the tower with his own strength, but just after the magic circle was opened, the old dean actively blocked the road leading to the bell tower in order to prevent people from interfering, and there were still dozens of them. Skeletal Doctor serves as a guard under the clock tower.

Before Xiao Ji came to the bell tower by force, the old dean would definitely find him first, so it was absolutely impossible for Xiao Ji to kill him so easily.

Xiao Ji didn't reminisce about the old days with Ai Poduo, he turned around and walked towards the black hole that was still emitting energy. After the death of the old dean, the bloody silk thread pulled out from his chest began to become ethereal, as if blown by the wind Like a spider's thread looming.

The silver hand was wrapped around the thread, and the god inside had gradually revealed his whole body. His face was shrouded in a black mist, and only a pair of blood-red narrow and cold eyes could be seen.

The black crow fell silent on his shoulder.

Xiao Ji held the sin knife in his hand, looked at those blood-red eyes, and somehow sensed a sense of familiarity from them.

Who is it?

That answer kept lingering in his mind, like an answer that could be yelled casually, but was pressed deeply into the deepest sludge in his mind again and again, into the place that the master didn't want to recall. in memory.

Xiao Ji's hand holding the knife trembled violently. Although it was only a slight tremor, it was still an unbelievable thing for him.

His heart was disturbed for the first time.

The person who hid his entire face in the shadows looked at him quietly. He was nearly two meters tall, with a tall figure, cold metal palms, and scarlet, monster-like eyes.

All of these are unfamiliar to Xiao Ji, but for some reason, he feels that the other party is familiar, he just feels that he should know this person.He arranged and combined all these strange elements in his mind, and got the shadow in his mind, that illusory, black shadow.

The one who once held the six-year-old him in his arms, brushed the soft hair on his back with three fingers, and touched the back of his neck.The man who watched the sunset with him by the window.

That was the first time he met the teacher.

"Will you come with me?"

Under the sky full of clouds, Xiao Ji looked out from the window of the small orphanage, breathing in the scorching air.

The man doesn't know how to hug a child, the way he hugs Xiao Ji is not skillful, and the strength he uses is too great.His arms were tightly wrapped around his back, as if he was afraid that he would fall from his arms, but also as if he wanted to rub him into his body, turning him into his own flesh and ribs, never to be separated again.

The six-year-old Xiao Ji endured the severe pain from his back. He felt that the bones in his side ribs would be crushed by this tall man, so he could only relax his body to endure his strength.

The man stood by the window unconsciously, the light jumped on his eyelashes, softening his overly sharp face, and then he repeated that sentence.His voice was deep and beautiful, but his tone was cold and flat, as if he was playing a simple octave with a unique cello in the world.

"Will you come with me?"

Sweat slid down Xiao Ji's forehead, tears filled the child's eyes, he opened his eyes wide and looked out the window, and saw a blood-red sunset, like a puddle surging from his heart, Boiling blood.

The man's face leaned closer, and quietly pressed against Xiao Ji's sweaty forehead, looking at the big drops of tears that kept falling from his eye sockets.

Xiao Ji felt that his heart was about to be squeezed out of his chest, and the excessive stimulation made his heart beat crazily faster.

"Will you come with me?"

The man repeats the phrase for the third time.

The child held back his tears, looking at his face for the first time at such a close distance.

"What can you give me?" he asked.

"I can make you leave here forever, I can give you a comfortable life, and I can teach you everything you want to learn.

——I can make you a god. "

The man spoke word by word, he ran a finger across the side of the child's face, brushed away the sweat-soaked hair on the side of his face, and looked quietly and indifferently at his beautiful eyes that were as pale as ice.

"You didn't give me the right to choose."

Xiao Ji closed his eyes, a tear quickly slipped from the corner of the child's eye, leaving a wet trace on the white and soft cheek.

"No, I did."

"You are a disabled person, you can't even take care of yourself, and you don't meet the basic requirements for adopting me."

"I have a solution. These are not issues you consider."

"You just need to answer me, do you want to or don't want to."

Xiao Ji was silent for a while, rolled up his sleeves, revealing the red marks underneath, which were the wounds left by him being bullied by other children in the orphanage.

"If I go with you, can I stop being hurt like this?"

"Do not."

The man looked at the scars on his slender wrists, his expression still cold.

"If you want to get stronger, injuries are inevitable. And there will be more injuries in the future, many times more painful than this. If you can't tolerate these injuries, then you will always stay in the safe zone. Inside, you will not change, you will always be the weak reptile-like you."

"I can't guarantee that you won't get hurt in the future, but I can guarantee that you will trample underfoot all the people who have left wounds on you.

I won't kill them for you, you need to pick up the knife yourself. "

"I will promise you a future where you may get hurt, you may be betrayed, your back will be covered with bruises, your heart will become stiff from being broken again and again, and you will never be able to Trust others.

But you will cross the dry bones all the way, and finally walk on the supreme throne.

People who hate you, people who love you, people who have hurt you, people who have stood by you.All people will prostrate at your feet and bow their heads for you.

This is the future I promise you. I don't know whether this future is good or bad, and I don't know if you can really get there. These are your own choices.

I will push you down this path, and then you need to walk it yourself. "

The child blinked his eyes after hearing him say such a big call, and the only thing he thought of was that he had encountered a neuropathy, or a middle-two neuropathy.

but--

"So, would you like to come with me?"

the man asked one last time.

"Are you going to get tired of me after a while, give up on me, and send me back here like the men and women who took me away before?"

"Unless you ask, never."

Xiao Xiaoji took the initiative to wrap his arms around the back of his neck and let out a soft snap.

Even if this man is sick, so what.

He said he would never give up on him.

This is enough.

"I am willing."

Little Xiao Ji rested his head on the man's shoulder, peeking out from his black hair at the terrifying sky that was as gorgeous as it was bleeding.

"Take me away."

"What is your wish?"

The face of the god was hidden in the darkness and asked aloud.

The voice was hoarse and unpleasant, with echoes, the crow fluttered its wings following his voice, and the black feathers fluttered down in front of Xiao Ji.

Xiao Ji was awakened from his fantasy by this voice, he clamped the dark crow feather with two slender pale fingers, raised his eyes slightly, and looked at the supreme god.

This voice was not his teacher's voice, and the monster god in front of him had no resemblance to his teacher at all, he didn't even see his face——

But in the dark, Xiao Ji felt the same temperament as his teacher from this "god".Even my thoughts returned to the time when I first met my teacher...

Where is it that makes him feel familiar...

Xiao Ji's brows suddenly frowned, and boundless negative irritability surged in his chest, making him feel a kind of extreme anger that could not be vented.But he didn't know who the anger was directed at.

The favorite knife in his right hand was inserted into his chest heavily, turned 180 degrees in it, and then pulled out.The life value is increasing, but the physical strength is decreasing crazily.

Although using the love knife can be used for treatment, it is in exchange for physical strength. The 200% pain allows Xiao Ji to vent his restlessness.He pulled out his favorite knife and shook off the blood stained on it.The wound on his chest healed quickly, Xiao Ji looked at the god with an illusory face, and let out a breath.

"who are you?"

Xiao Ji asked quietly.

He had already calmed down, and it was impossible to hear that he had experienced such a storm in his heart just from the sound.

"who are you?"