Today I scare non-humans again [Unlimited]

"Stop—stop it for me—" Jing Jing was dizzy and hurt from being beaten one after another by Jiang Heng. He yelled at Jiang Heng, with blood on his head and black holes in his eyes, why? How miserable it looks, how pitiful it looks.

Jiang Heng's movement of hitting the hamster in his hand did not stop, and the dense beating sound continued to resound in a small space, converging into crisp drumbeats.

"But if you come out, I will die, I don't want to die." Jiang Heng said unhurriedly, the dimples at the corners of his mouth quietly revealed his shape, and the tips of his small teeth were also exposed with a smile, looking very obedient Terrible.

If he didn't hit the "gopher" with a stick.

The mirror image couldn't bear it anymore, and finally - bowed his head and surrendered: "I won't come out, don't hit me anymore! I'm you! How can you do it!"

Hearing this, Jiang Heng hit the last stick, and amidst the wailing sound of the mirror image, he said reluctantly: "You are not me!"

He stared at the mirror image's bloody head that had been hit by a stick, and how he was holding his head and grinning, and said angrily, "I'm not as ugly as you!"

Mirror mirror felt that he had been insulted, he looked up just in time to see Jiang Heng seemed to be taking back the wooden stick, he was overjoyed, and seized the opportunity to stick his head out.

Jiang Heng was walking back slowly to put away the wooden stick, when he raised his eyes slightly, he bumped into the mirrored face who was secretly delighted.

That face was covered with blood streaming from the head, against the blue and white complexion and the eye sockets without eyeballs, it was a vivid image of a revenge-seeking ghost.

Jiang Heng was so frightened that his hands shook, the wooden stick turned around, and when it fell, there was a whistling sound of wind, and it slammed hard on that face.

Before the mirror image could react, the whole person was pressed against the face by a wooden stick, and was swept back into the mirror, like a golf ball hit by a golf club, flying far away, almost flying into the sky, becoming the most flashing in the night sky bright star.

Jiang Heng moved faster than he thought, and he only blinked his eyes to react when the mirror image was sent flying by him.

He puffed his cheeks angrily, paced back and forth angrily, clenched the wooden stick tightly in his hand, and waved it to point to the mirror image that was already far away and small in the distance.

"You don't mean anything! Liar!" Jiang Heng wrinkled his delicate nose and cursed forcefully in a soft voice.

The mirror image had fallen to the ground and could not respond to Jiang Heng's angry accusation.

He was thinking hard about a problem in his vague consciousness.

Why was he beaten so miserably as a ghost?

Jiang Heng was angry for a while, and found that the mirror image had stopped moving. He leaned in front of the mirror, just in time to see the mirror image fade into a white light, which disappeared in an instant.

"Huh?" Jiang Heng was puzzled. He took the wooden stick he had just taken out to the system space and replaced it with a more lethal and portable silver knife.

The mirror image is gone, but the other surrounding scenes have not changed, so how should he get out?

Jiang Heng looked at the mirror for a while, then turned around hesitantly, trying to see if he could lift the black curtains behind him and walk out from behind them.

He successfully opened the curtain and stepped forward, but just as he took a step, his forehead hit something hard with a "bang".

"It hurts." Jiang Heng rubbed his blushed forehead, a little worried that it would bulge.

Jiang Heng sniffed, physiological tears aroused by the pain hung on his eyelashes, while rubbing his forehead, he reached out to test what he bumped into.

There was darkness behind the curtain, and he couldn't see things clearly with his eyes, so he could only fumble and guess.

There is a flat and smooth wall under his palm. Jiang Heng walked to the left and right for a while, and finally found that what blocked his way was a smooth glass wall. This glass wall blocked all directions behind the curtain. Jiang Heng There was simply no way to get out from behind the curtain.

Jiang Heng resolutely turned around and walked back, returning to the huge mirror that was riddled with holes.

The surrounding scene was exactly the same as when he left just now, without any change.

Jiang Heng looked at the big gaps in the mirror, and had a flash of inspiration: "Could it be walking into the mirror?"

Let's try it, Jiang Heng thought, picked a relatively large crack, avoided the broken glass with sharp edges, and carefully drilled through the crack.

As soon as he stepped into the mirror, the broken mirror behind him suddenly disappeared without a trace.

Jiang Heng stood on the spot cautiously, looking around.

There is nothing special, it is all empty, and the edge is bottomless and thick black, as if it will rush to swallow everything at any time.

Suddenly a burst of clapping sounded throughout the mirror, Jiang Heng looked left and right, but saw no one.

A slight commotion sounded beside his ears, as if countless invisible undead were whispering.

"It's about to start..."

"... looking forward to... the new work..."

After the last clap of applause fell, the thick black at the edge suddenly rioted, and rushed to Jiang Heng's side in an instant, surrounding his whole body.

Jiang Heng held the silver knife and drew a circle around his body, but the darkness did not respond, and still covered everything, and the entire space in the mirror was shrouded in darkness.

Not a ghost.Jiang Heng judged.

The whispering in the ear stopped, and the surroundings returned to silence.

With a "snap", a beam of scorching light shot down from the top of Jiang Heng's head, covering him completely, and the halo of light separated him from the darkness.

Then there were three more beeps, and the three overhead lights were turned on one after another, and the people who appeared in the three light circles were all acquaintances.

Gu Jinyan, Klein, and Alva stood in the circle of light. The three of them were relatively close to each other, but they were all far away from Jiang Heng.

"Where the hell is this place?" Alva was obviously at a loss for the environment he was in.

Klein saw Jiang Heng at a glance, and waved to him excitedly: "Chris! It's great that you're fine! I've been worried about you since everyone left."

Jiang Heng saw Klein waving to him, and subconsciously took a step forward, as if he was going to walk over.

Gu Jinyan raised his eyelids and glanced at Klein with little interest, his eyes were like ice scum.

"Kriss, don't let the light go out." Gu Jinyan's voice was light, with a trace of imperceptible weariness.

But Jiang Heng noticed it, he retracted into the aperture, and his eyes fell on Gu Jinyan.

"Kurion—?" Jiang Heng called out uncertainly, "Are you not feeling well?"

Gu Jinyan's hands hidden behind his back were tightly clenched into fists, and the light blue blood vessels on the back of his hands were bulging due to too much force.

He took a low breath patiently, and felt the blood vessels on the side of his neck beating painfully, and the beating of his heart became slow and dull.

"It's okay." Gu Jinyan replied simply, trying to hide his discomfort with as few words as possible.

Jiang Heng wrinkled his small face, and immediately saw through Gu Jinyan's deliberate cover-up: "You're not feeling well." He affirmed.

He wanted to step out of the aperture to go to Gu Jinyan's side, but Gu Jinyan immediately saw his intention and warned again: "Xiaoheng, don't step out of the aperture, it's dangerous."

The heart beat heavily, and the pain came up, so that Gu Jinyan had to lower his eyelids to cover the emotions in his eyes.

Hearing this, Jiang Heng slowly withdrew his feet and returned to the light circle.

Gu Jinyan finally breathed a sigh of relief, but in the next second, Jiang Heng stepped out of the circle of light and ran towards him quickly.

Gu Jinyan's pupils shrank: "Jiang Heng——!"

The circle of light belonging to Jiang Heng flickered twice after he ran away, and then went out.

Thick darkness came rushing from behind Jiang Heng with its fangs and claws, as rampant and ferocious as a beast.

"Don't run..."

"It hasn't started...it hasn't started yet..."

The whispers in the ear just now reappeared, this time they seemed a little anxious, their tone was rapid, and their voices alternated more frequently, as if they were eager to confide something.

Jiang Heng ran towards Gu Jinyan without looking back, and finally managed to run into Gu Jinyan's light circle when the darkness burned to the corner of his clothes.

The soft and bright light kept the darkness outside, Jiang Heng breathed a sigh of relief, supported his knees and panted a little, calming down the somewhat disordered breathing.

He looked up, and Gu Jinyan was staring at him quietly, with an expressionless face.

Jiang Heng was a little guilty, the last time he saw Gu Jinyan's expression was when he collapsed with a fever from overwork the day before yesterday.

When he opened his eyes in the hospital, Gu Jinyan just looked at him with such a sullen face, without saying a word.

"Jin Yan..." Jiang Heng smiled flatteringly, his voice soft as if he was acting like a baby.

With a cold face, Gu Jinyan looked down at Jiang Heng, unmoved.

The eyes of the two met, until Jiang Heng couldn't bear it and looked away first.

Gu Jinyan sighed, and said in a cold voice, "Did I say not to come out, it would be dangerous?"

Jiang Heng twisted his hands together restlessly, pulling back and forth, embarrassed to answer.

Gu Jinyan snorted coldly and asked back, "Huh?"

Jiang Heng saw that he couldn't escape the questioning, so he replied in a voice as small as a mosquito: "I said..."

Gu Jinyan almost laughed angrily. He took two steps closer to Jiang Heng, covering him under his own shadow: "You know what I said?"

"You heard what Alva said before, the death of the third-round dungeon is painful, even if the game will eliminate the shadow for you, but it is very realistic when you die!" Gu Jinyan's usual calm tone has changed , he raised his hand to pinch Jiang Heng's face, and tugged with moderate strength.

"I don't think you're afraid at all! If the dungeon fails, your game will be for nothing! You deserve it—" Gu Jinyan almost blurted out "money". A wording, "—and the rating is gone, you know?"

With his face pinched, Jiang Heng muttered vaguely: "I'm afraid."

Gu Jinyan was still angry, and replied coldly: "Oh?"

Jiang Heng grabbed Gu Jinyan's hand that was pinching his face, and saved the soft flesh on his face, then grabbed Gu Jinyan's wrist with both hands, and looked at him seriously.

"I'm very afraid of pain. When I was a child, I broke my knee. I cried a lot. Grandma coaxed me for a long time before I stopped crying." Jiang Heng said slowly, his voice softly filled with nostalgia.

Gu Jinyan didn't expect Jiang Heng to mention his grandma, and most of his anger subsided for a while. He looked down at Jiang Heng and listened to him quietly.

"Later, there was no grandma to coax me, so I was even more afraid." Jiang Heng smiled, and the sea of ​​stars in his raised eyes was so bright that it made people addicted.

Gu Jinyan's fingertips moved slightly, and the corners of his mouth were tense. His anger had long been forgotten, and he was thinking about how to comfort him.

But he was speechless.

Jiang Heng didn't seem to be sad, his eyes were curved, and the well-shaped dimples were filled with honey: "So I don't want you to be like this. It's lonely when you're in pain and no one is with you."

Jiang Heng looked into Gu Jinyan's sinking eyes, and continued to say seriously: "And this is just a game, if it makes you feel so uncomfortable, I won't play it."

"Your pain is real, but the game is fake."

"I don't want to cause you pain for a false thing."