Cannon fodder is always a heartthrob in escape games [Quick Transmigration]

At the same time that Wu Shi'an raised his footsteps, Chang Siming also held Yan Shaoqing's shoulder, pulled him behind him, took out the pair of knives from the space, wrapped the iron chains, and pointed at Wu Shi'an. Shi'an walked over, with a bloodthirsty smile on his gloomy face, "Why don't I come to you first?"

"Bang! Clang—"

The walking corpses in the cell simultaneously broke free from the chains nailed to the wall, dragged the heavy iron chains and rushed to the door of the cell, shaking the iron railing on the door, and stretched out their rotting arms.

Yan Shaoqing used the light of the flashlight to carefully avoid the two arms protruding in the air from the cells on the left and right. Chang Siming also turned around in a hurry at this moment, temporarily put down and got rid of Wu Shian. With the thought, he cut off the arm blocking the way with a knife, and ran towards Yan Shaoqing again.

"Snapped!"

The moment Chang Siming stretched out his hand to grab Yan Shaoqing's shoulder, the bulb of the flashlight exploded suddenly, and the glass shards "crackled" and fell to the ground, instantly turning pitch black wherever he could see.

The surrounding air gradually cooled down, and the footsteps of those walking corpses seemed to be frozen by the cold air, and suddenly disappeared at this moment.In the dead darkness, he could even hear his faint breathing.

A pair of icy hands suddenly stretched out from behind, fingers wandering on his clothes, arms wrapped around his tight waist.Something slippery and soft licked his earlobe lightly, and the extremely cold touch seemed to be stimulated by an electric current, bringing bursts of tingling sensation, which made him tremble involuntarily.

"That's great." Yan Shaoqing's cheeks suddenly turned cold, and his soft yet hard skin pressed against him tightly. His shoulders sank, and the other party's chin seemed to rest on his shoulders at the same time. A cold breath was blown, and a cold voice sounded, but there was a faint smile, "Now, only you and me are left here."

"Who the hell are you?" Yan Shaoqing asked with his lips parted slightly. The surrounding air was too cold, freezing his Adam's apple and making his voice a little stiff.

"Me?" The man chuckled softly, but no joy could be heard in his laughter. He put his lips on Yan Shaoqing's ear, and whispered like a sweet whisper between lovers, "I Of course it is your favorite Qing He."

Although the surroundings were pitch black and Yan Shaoqing could not see the other party's appearance, it was obviously a lie that had been exposed long ago.

"You're not." Yan Shaoqing whispered, the fear of the unknown made his heart beat hard, but his tone was still calm.

"If you say it's not, then it's not." The man said, sticking out the tip of his tongue again, and lightly licked Yan Shaoqing's ear, bringing a little bit of coolness.

This feeling of being fooled by others made Yan Shaoqing feel very aggrieved. He raised his hand and pushed towards the opponent's head, but only touched a piece of cold air, but the skin that was close to the skin The sense of touch has not disappeared from beginning to end.A smooth and cold hand grasped his wrist, slightly raised, and two soft lips kissed gently on his palm.

"If you are tired of Qing He, then just forget about him." The man's voice suddenly changed, no longer like Qing He's voice, but Wu Shi'an's voice, "I have already boarded the altar with you and set a lifetime Wu Shi'an."

This time, the man's voice sounded from the front, his face was still very close, and Yan Shaoqing could clearly feel the fine air blowing on his face.

The man suddenly leaned forward, and gently pressed his lips on his lips, and a cold breath came to his face along with the thin lips.Yan Shaoqing felt cold all over, subconsciously stretched out his hand and pushed forward, his lips parted, and most of the chill dissipated.He actually pushed it away. From the feeling of his hand just now, he seemed to be pushing on the other person's chest.

"Why did you reject me?" The man's gentle tone was filled with resentment, his cold fingers stroked Yan Shaoqing's cheek, "Didn't you always want to be with me?"

"I never thought of being with Wu Shi'an." Yan Shaoqing frowned slightly, and said softly, "Besides, you are not Wu Shi'an."

"You say I am Qing He and I am Qing He, and you say I am Wu Shi'an and I am Wu Shi'an. If you fall in love with Chang Siming again, I can also become like him." The man's fingers moved down slowly, suddenly He tightened his grip and pinched Yan Shaoqing's chin, "I will replace whoever you like, anyway, the one who will be with you in the end can only be me."

"Don't you have your own name?" Yan Shaoqing asked, he felt that he might have met a sick girl with an abnormal mind.

"Me? It used to be." The man smiled coldly, and his tone seemed a little desolate, "It's a pity you have forgotten."

"Then tell me." Yan Shaoqing said in a condensed voice. He also had a headache because he didn't retain the memory of the original owner. Instead of beating around the bush here, it's better to tell him the truth directly.

The man was silent for a few seconds, and slowly released the fingers pinching Yan Shaoqing's chin, and the chill surrounding his body gradually dissipated.

"Bang dang- bang dang-"

The sound of iron chains swaying in the air came from all around, and the sound gradually approached and became louder, as if it was quickly crossing around him.

"Crack!"

A cold metal iron ring was handcuffed to the ankle of his left foot inadvertently, and then his right ankle and both wrists were successively tightened by metal iron rings emerging from the darkness. handcuffed.The iron chain suddenly tightened, immobilizing his limbs, making him almost unable to move.

There was a sudden chill coming from behind, Yan Shaoqing stretched his palms towards the back, the hard feeling made him feel that he should be leaning against a hard wall right now, but just a minute ago, there was obviously only a dead silence behind him air.

"crunch-"

A small wooden door in front of him was slowly pushed open, and bright and warm light came in from outside the door, dispelling the darkness and making the scene in the room gradually clear.

At this time, he was locked in a small room, his limbs were handcuffed with iron rings, and he was chained to the wall. This scene was almost exactly the same as when he just entered this horror movie, if it weren't for the opposite wall There were no windows on the screen, so he really thought he was back at the beginning of the film.

After the door was completely opened, two strong men strode in from the door. Judging from the clothes they were wearing, they should be servants of the Wu family.

The two walked to Yan Shaoqing's left and right sides, looked up and down, and said indifferently but with a bit of pity, "It's a pity that you were chosen as this year's sacrifice by the priest, you are unlucky, just accept your fate." .”

They opened the shackles on Yan Shaoqing's ankles on the left and right respectively, and took off the two iron chains on Yan Shaoqing's wrists from the wall. After wrapping around Yan Shaoqing's body a few times, one of them Pulling the top of the chain in front, another person followed at the end, and led Yan Shaoqing out of the hut, all the way to the edge of the swamp at the sacrificial site outside the town.

Priests danced strange dances in the open field, praying to the god of the swamp.There were two groups of people standing opposite the priest. On the right was the Wu family headed by Wu Hong, and on the left were other ordinary townspeople of Wuze Town.

Yan Shaoqing recognized at a glance the pale handsome face in the middle of the first row on the left, which was exactly the appearance of Qing He in the wedding photo he had seen before, and beside Qing He stood another young man , is seven points similar to Qing He's appearance, but looks more mature and resolute.The man's face was also very ugly, his bloodless lips were dark gray, the light in his eyes was as deep as stagnant water, his body trembled slightly, as if he was about to faint at any moment.

The priest stopped his movements, bowed in the direction of the swamp, then stood up and walked to Wu Hong's side, lowered his head and whispered something in his ear.

"It's almost time." Wu Hong looked up at the sun in the sky, looked in Yan Shaoqing's direction solemnly, and said in a deep voice, "Vote!"

"Wait, please let me say the last word to him." The man who looked very similar to Qing He suddenly rushed out from the crowd, knelt down in front of Wu Hong, with a pleading look in his eyes.

Wu Hong looked down at the man, pondered for a moment, then nodded, "Just one word, hurry up."

The guard moved aside, and the man walked up to Yan Shaoqing with heavy steps, gently held his face with both hands, stared at his face affectionately, bent down, and fell on his lips gave a deep kiss.

"I love you."

There was a decisive smile on the man's face, he turned around suddenly, and rushed directly towards the swamp. Under everyone's astonished eyes, he jumped into the dark brown swamp, and his body quickly moved towards the swamp. The bottom sank.

During the sinking process, the man kept looking at Yan Shaoqing, with a bleak smile on his face, his lips parted slightly, and in his usual gentle voice, he said the last words, "Forget about me." Flooded by the swamp, erasing the last trace of his ever being.

"Mayor, what should we do now?" A man who looked like a butler looked at Wu Hong in a panic, his voice was trembling, and he could hardly be blamed for the accident in the ceremony.

Wu Hong lowered his brows and said in a low voice, "It's pitiful that such a thing happened the day before the wedding, so we should treat them as sympathy for them. Since Qing Ke, a foolish boy, insists on dying for the one he loves, then His will has been fulfilled. The ceremony is over, and the Marsh God only needs one tribute a year."

The moment Wu Hong's words fell, the chains on Yan Shaoqing's body suddenly broke, and a thick white mist filled the surroundings, and the scene gradually blurred, as if dissolving in the mist. The memory became more and more vivid in his mind.It turned out that the person he really loved was not Qing He.

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