Life Dungeon Game

With most of the wardrobe empty, a hidden drawer came into He Ao's view.

He Ao reached out, grabbed the drawer handle, and pulled it out, but it wouldn't budge.

This drawer is locked.

Then he took the knight's sword and pierced the top of the drawer with one stroke, prying off the entire drawer lock and pulling the drawer out as well.

A thick, pungent smell of blood filled the space in that instant.

He looked down at the drawer, which was almost entirely covered in bright red bloodstains, and among these bloodstains, an old-fashioned analog watch covered in blood lay quietly in the drawer.

He reached out and grasped the watch.

By this point, he had actually come to understand many things.

Under his gaze, the blood-stained watch in his hand shattered, turning into a piece of diary paper.

They took Mom and Dad's bread, they took my brother's watch, and now it's my turn.

click -

The moment He Ao finished reading the diary, fine cracks appeared all over it.

The entire diary quickly became 'illusory'.

He Ao took out the other diaries from his pocket. All of the diaries were now covered with fine cracks and almost simultaneously became unreal.

The force that keeps this diary going is rapidly dissipating.

He Ao put away his diary and rushed out of the master bedroom.

"That guy is about to be resurrected."

The red-haired woman, who was standing at the door of the second bedroom, gripping the trembling door tightly, looked at He Ao.

The force causing the door to tremble seemed to be getting stronger.

"Hold the sofa back!"

He Ao walked to the edge of the sofa, kicked it, and sent the entire sofa flying.

The enormous sofa flipped over and slammed vertically into the door of the second bedroom.

The moment the sofa flew towards her, the woman in the red dress rolled away from the second bedroom, and the door to the second bedroom was instantly blocked by the sofa.

Then the red-haired woman leaned back on the sofa, continuing to block the door.

This sofa can block the door a little longer at the last minute.

He Ao nodded to the woman in red sails blocking the sofa, then quickly rushed to the...

Beside the door.

The diary didn't mention the room, but the watch had already revealed everything to Heo.

The little girl's brother is not missing; he is most likely dead.

The smiling masked man is very likely related to the death of the little girl's brother, so from the little girl's perspective, this house is actually not safe.

At this point, the answer is quite clear.

If the room is 'safe', then there are many options for exiting; but if the room is 'dangerous', then there is only one way to leave.

He Ao stood in front of the door he had just pushed open when he suddenly pulled it open.

This time, behind the door was no longer a wall that completely sealed the door, but a thick, oppressive fog filled with the smell of blood.

A terrifying sense of danger emanated from the fog.

"That fog!"

The red-haired woman shouted when she saw the fog.

She could also clearly sense the danger in the fog.

He Ao looked at her and nodded gently.

This was telling her that this was the passage he had deduced to the next area.

After a brief hesitation, the red-haired woman gritted her teeth, took a step forward, and rolled to the doorway.

At this moment, He Ao also enveloped his entire body with his divine sense and rushed directly into the mist.

Seeing He Ao rush in, the red-haired woman pulled out a disc, gritted her teeth, and followed him in.

boom--

The next second, the sofa blocking the second bedroom was suddenly blown away, and a mask with a distorted smiling face painted on it reappeared at the door.

Countless invisible threads instantly covered the entire space in front of the door.

But at this moment, the room was completely empty.

I'm experiencing some writer's block, and I've written too much already, so I'll be back later.

Chapter 786 I hope I'm not too late (Mega Chapter, please vote!)

The thick fog almost completely obscured all vision. The red-haired woman held up the disc and looked around, but all she could see was the silent, pitch-black fog.

Streaks of pale orange light fell from the disc in her hand, forming a shield like a veil of light that enveloped her and prevented the fog from encroaching upon her.

zizi——

Extremely faint sounds, like flesh corroding, rang out from the pale orange glow, as the surrounding thick fog attempted to erode the protective veil.

These fogs are similar to the fog in the hall when they first entered the inner church, but they appear to be slightly weaker.

Even so, the corrosive effect from the dense fog was exceptionally strong. The red-haired woman felt the trembling coming from the disc in her hand and knew that the disc wouldn't last much longer.

Her gaze carefully swept ahead, and the hazy light parted some of the thick fog, finally allowing her to see the figure of a young boy who was almost completely enveloped in the fog.

Only now did she feel a little more at ease.

Obscured by the fog, she couldn't see any way forward at all, and the door completely disappeared after they stepped out of the thick fog.

Without a directional guide, she could easily have been trapped and died in the thick fog.

Although based on previous interactions, the young boy didn't seem to have as much information as she did, and might not be able to find a way to go deeper.

But intuitively, judging from the powerful abilities this young boy had demonstrated in their brief time together, she believed that he would definitely find the right direction.

That's why she was willing to follow him into the thick fog.

Seeing the boy in front of her, she quickly followed. However, before she could reach him, the boy glanced around, sensing something in his hand. Then, as if guided by something, he rushed off in a certain direction through the thick fog.

The red-haired woman was slightly taken aback, but immediately followed and ran over.

Meanwhile, He Ao, holding a diary in his hand, was running wildly through the thick fog, his head down as he stared at the increasingly ethereal pages of the diary.

In my psychic vision, these diary papers themselves are made up of stacked, distorted patterns.

At this moment, the diary paper seems to be losing its energy supply, causing the distorted patterns that make it up to collapse. In the process of this collapse, these patterns are most sensitive to the source of the power.

When Heo points these diary papers in a certain direction, they collapse more slowly than in other directions.

Clearly, the source of power for these diaries likely lies in that direction.

At this point, these diary papers served as a kind of compass.

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In the brightly lit hall, a man dressed in a white robe with gold thread stood quietly in front of a little girl in a red dress who was floating in the air.

At this moment, the little girl's smooth face had revealed normal, delicate, and lovely features. Her body seemed to be bound by some invisible thread. She stared at the man with wide eyes, and strange ripples flickered in her blood-red eyes.

"Alice, your spirituality is so..."

Powerful, and with such amazing talent,”

The man gazed silently at the little girl in the red dress, a sharp scalpel appearing in his hand. "Even with so much accumulated on your body, mixed with so much resentment, you still retain some fragments of your own self."

His smile was gentle and kind, and his voice was calm, as if he were addressing a slightly rebellious junior.

"If it weren't for the invasion by those heretical sects this time, which disrupted the original program and gave you a chance to escape, we might have been deceived by you forever."

Upon hearing the man's words, the little girl did not respond. Instead, she struggled violently, and thick blood flowed down her blood-red dress, dripping onto the beautiful and exquisite stone floor of the hall and seeping into the cracks between the floorboards.

"As you get older, you tend to get lost in memories,"

Watching this scene unfold, the man in the white robe slowly raised the scalpel in his hand, pointing the blade at the little girl's front. "Fourteen years ago, in this very hall, your blood flowed down, forming the foundation of this great church."

The sharp tip of the knife hovered a centimeter or two above the girl's body, slowly tracing the lines of her form as it sliced ​​through the air. The calm, gentle voice carried a hint of wistful regret.

“My dear little niece, your spirituality is so powerful. If it were me now, I would never offer you up. But alas, there are no ifs in this world.”

"After all, if I hadn't offered you up back then, I wouldn't have had the opportunity to enter the core of the church's power, and I wouldn't be who I am today."

A sharp scalpel hovered above the little girl's heart. "Fate is always like this, unpredictable and ingenious. We never know what kind of result a chance action will have over a long period of time."

Thick, fresh blood seeped from the girl's collar, staining her pale collarbone red. The girl stared wide-eyed at the man, who still maintained a gentle smile.

"It seems you've already sensed it,"

The man looked up at the enormous dome above him, his tone calm, his voice seemingly carrying some distant memory.

"After all, you've been through it once, haven't you? We can't completely kill you, who has become the cornerstone of this church, but we can repeat the ritual we performed back then and completely dismantle your last remaining spiritual essence into the cornerstone."

He lowered his head, looking at the little girl's pale face, and slowly pressed the scalpel down, the sharp blade against the girl's heaving chest. "Just a little more, time's up."

One by one, hazy figures appeared throughout the hall, surrounding the two people standing in the center of the hall. Some whispered, some remained silent, but everyone was watching them.

The man was not surprised by the appearance of these figures; they were reflections left in the church from the ceremony that took place fourteen years ago.

This church is like a phonograph, recording what has happened and then projecting it back when the 'ritual' is restarted.

Tick-tock—tick-tock—

Thick, fresh blood dripped down the long hem of her skirt and onto the ground.

People are always repeating the past over and over again.

Things I've done,"

The man stared intently at the little girl's expression. "You still haven't given up hope, still expecting your 'brother' to come and save you, but you've already figured it out, haven't you?"