Kuaiwen: I earn a pension by breaking through the game

Chapter 189 Escape from the Horror Game (33)

More and more people joined in this drinking feast, their faces filled with intoxicated expressions, as if they had tasted some exquisite wine, and their bodies and minds were greatly relieved.

Laughter and laughter erupted one after another, forming a symphony of victory and rebirth. Some people were so excited that they couldn't help but jump. They hugged each other to celebrate this rare nectar.

Jiang Qiucheng silently retreated behind the crowd and quietly observed everything.

After their thirsty bodies were nourished, everyone was relieved and sighed with contentment, lying on the ground nearby like drunkenness. Even if there were dried blood and putrid corpses on the ground, they didn't care. .

Unfortunately, this peace did not last long. The young man who drank first suddenly began to vomit uncontrollably. His throat felt inexplicably itchy, and despite his best efforts to suppress it, the unbearable feeling came over him like a tidal wave.

He scratched his neck painfully, and his round nails left red marks on his skin, which even tended to break. The pain was so unbearable that he almost wanted to rip his throat open to get relief.

"Ugh—" Another burst of retching.

The young man strangled his neck with one hand, opened his mouth as wide as possible, and scratched crazily inside his mouth with his other hand. After a while, blood began to flow slowly along the corners of his mouth, dripping on the pure white shirt, and gradually smudged out, like a beautiful ink painting.

What followed was a large amount of liquid.

The spring water he had eagerly swallowed just now seemed to have lost control and poured out almost unchanged. His body was like a broken container, the liquid inside draining rapidly from the cracks. The fluid drained faster and faster, gradually becoming thicker from clear at first, and finally turned into blood.

Although the time was short, the young man's body shriveled up at an alarming rate. This was not only due to the rapid loss of the water he just drank, but also the rapid depletion of the original water in his body.

The lost water was not wasted; it quickly passed through the gaps between the masonry and remixed with the previously shed blood. This blending is like the reincarnation of nature. Life and death, purity and turbidity are wonderfully unified at this moment.

And on this land, nourished by this new water source, the roses became more and more lush, blooming one after another, poetic and picturesque.

These roses are colorful and have different shapes, like a vivid picture. From deep red like blazing flames to delicate pink, they are intertwined and set off each other, making it difficult to separate.

Each rose is like an exquisite handicraft, with petals stacked in layers and elegant arcs on the edges. The colors on the petals are bright and shiny, just like the best quality silk.

Their aroma cannot be described in words. It is a sweet and strong aroma that can instantly make people intoxicated and feel like they are in a fairyland. They sway gently in the breeze, showing their beauty to people.

Although the blooming of roses is intoxicatingly beautiful, when thinking about the cruel cultivation process hidden behind them, the beauty is instantly replaced by indescribable fear.

The boy's body has completely turned into a dried-up shell, and the tight wrinkles on his skin caused by water loss are unbearable to look at. He lost his support and fell forward, hitting the ground hard.

Others were in similar situations one after another. They tried to struggle to get up and escape, but it all happened too fast. Only a short moment passed from the time they realized something was wrong to the time they finally collapsed helplessly.

The rhizomes of the roses quietly sprouted from the ground, extending out slender vines. These vines look delicate, but are actually tough and sharp. Their sharp points are unstoppable, and they penetrate the body of the mummy as if it were uninhabited. "Puff——"

As a series of slight penetration sounds sounded, the mummies in the square were tightly entangled by these vines. The water in their bodies becomes the source of nourishment for roses, and their bodies become the fertile soil for roses to grow.

It can be said that these mummies have become victims of the nourishing roses from head to toe, and their lives have been extended in another form by the blooming of roses.

There were still some scattered old, weak, sick and disabled people standing in the square. These people were squeezed into the outer circle because they could not compete with others just now, and they were lucky enough to escape for a while.

After witnessing the tragic death of those people, they never dared to approach them again. Although there are many relatives among the dead, there is not even the moisture in their bodies to shed tears. There is no trace of moisture in their dry eyes, only the worry for their own lives.

Although this reaction seems a bit cold, it is the most true portrayal of their hearts.

The remaining people fled in all directions, like frightened rats, and hid in their huts. However, how long can they persist without water and food?

The originally lively square returned to dead silence again, and Jiang Qiucheng's eyes involuntarily returned to the clear water pool.

The spring water, which was transparent enough to see the bottom, suddenly became hazy, as if there was a layer of veil, making it difficult for people to see clearly. A mist spread quickly, and in just one breath, the spring water disappeared without a trace, as if all this had never happened.

The corpses on the ground have long been disposed of, and only the increasingly beautiful roses are still blooming silently, becoming the only witness here.

What happened next was both in line with Jiang Qiucheng's expectations and beyond her expectations.

Not long after, a new source of food appeared in the square - a large cake left over from Elena's birthday party.

Even though it was partially tasted, the remainder was still considerable.

Among the current survivors, there is a young lady who was lucky enough to taste this cake. This cake left a deep impression on her with its unparalleled taste and layered deliciousness, which is unforgettable.

When she saw the cake again, she recalled the delicious taste almost immediately.

The outer layer is covered with thick and delicate cream, which tastes rich but not greasy. The inside of the cake is golden cake. After precise baking, it presents a perfect state of crispy on the outside and soft on the inside, exuding a faint sweet smell.

With every bite, you can feel the moistness and delicateness of the cake and the sweetness of the cream perfectly blending in your mouth. The blend of fresh fruits and cream creates a sharp contrast between the sweet and sour fruit flavor and the rich milky aroma, adding rich layers to the overall taste.

Unfortunately, due to previous tragedies, no one now dares to approach this tempting cake rashly.