Life Dungeon Game

The boy's back was completely empty except for the area around his heart.

He looked at the house. The souls that had gathered together had begun to dissipate. One by one, the painful heads in the sky fell to the ground. They stared at He, and their lips seemed to be adorned with grateful and relieved smiles.

He Ao withdrew his gaze, picked up the broken nightlight that the boy was clutching tightly on the ground, and slashed it open with his sword, revealing its dark interior that shimmered with red light.

Like He's old sword, this nightlight is connected to that unknown god.

Those who came into contact with this nightlight did not have He Ao's strong mental resistance and completely degenerated into crazed monsters.

He Ao didn't know whether it was Eisen who had glimpsed that deep secret, or the boy who was already dead in front of him, but in the end, they both turned into twisted madness.

As He Ao cleaved the nightlight, the red light seemed to converge and merge into He Ao's twin swords.

Both swords were made of ordinary materials, but because of the black inner core they contained, they were sharper and stronger than ordinary swords, which is why He Ao kept them.

As the red streaks of light merged in, He Ao swung his swords, and the two swords seemed to grow even stronger.

His gaze swept across the nightlights on the ground; someone was deliberately spreading these items related to gods, spreading madness.

He Ao sheathed his sword and entered room 1206, which was relatively well-preserved. He slowly and meticulously washed the bloodstains off his body in the bathroom.

Then he left the room, threw his blood-stained and tattered windbreaker into the doorway of 1208, walked back to the end of the corridor, and pressed the elevator button.

A black metal sphere rolled into the doorway of room 1208 and landed on the blood-stained windbreaker.

Drop drop-

A rapid red glow flashed on it.

The moment He Ao stepped out of the building, a violent explosion rang out in the sky.

Those twisted flesh and blood cannot be seen by ordinary people, as they might spread the pollution.

He touched his waist, where he kept the high-explosive grenades he had bought from the wilderness wanderer camp; one of the grenades was now missing.

He bought a bowler hat from a roadside stall and put it on his head.

At that moment, everyone was drawn to the violent explosion, and a wanted notice for He Ao flashed across the large screen of the shopping mall next door.

His figure disappeared at the end of the street.

This is a two-in-one piece, and I wrote quite a bit, so it's a little late.

Chapter 355 Knocking on the Door and Ghost Stories (Please Subscribe, Add to Favorites, and Vote for Monthly Tickets)

Walking through narrow, dark streets, He Ao bought a large trench coat that covered his entire body at a small roadside shop.

He was wearing a long overcoat and a bowler hat as he walked through a dark, deserted alley.

He stood in the corner of the alley, looking at a small window at the end of the street.

That was Nell's 'home'.

The house was on the first floor, damp and dark, with a bad view, and the rent was relatively cheap.

The entire house has only one bedroom and one living room, and it houses two adults and six children.

When Nell was very young, he would play with his older siblings in a small room with two bunk beds.

Third Brother would sit on the small cabinet by the window and read books under the dim streetlight.

Fourth Brother leaned against the bed, grabbed the upper bunk railing, and performed a somersault onto the bed for his brothers and sisters.

The second sister would sit on the lower bunk, under the dim lamplight, grumbling with a fierce face while mending clothes for her younger siblings.

The eldest brother was washing clothes in the washroom while peeking out to remind his younger siblings to be careful.

Fifth Sister would take out a small biscuit from somewhere and feed it to the youngest, Nell.

My mother usually comes home very late, and the lights are rarely on because electricity is expensive.

On cold and windy days like this, my mother would carefully close the open windows.

He stared at the window.

The third brother, who was sitting on the edge of the bed reading a book, seemed to raise his head and look at him.

A figure in dirty work clothes walked over. She leaned against the desk by the window, tilted her body slightly, and stretched out her rough hands to close the open window with difficulty.

The window frame was rusted, and it was difficult to open and close.

A cold wind swept across He Ao's face.

The child reading by the window, the woman struggling to close the window, and the noisy figures in the room all froze at that moment, vanishing like bubbles.

The dark streetlights illuminated the old windows, and the lonely wind blew through the silent night.

He Ao's gaze lingered on the open window.

An inverted 'V' symbol drawn in red paint is unusually prominent.

He adjusted his top hat and walked out of the dark alley.

His figure flashed by, incredibly fast, like the night sweeping across, closing the open window.

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Inside a car on the street across from the window.

"Look, wasn't that window closed before?"

The young man in the driver's seat rubbed his eyes and nudged the young man in the passenger seat who was dozing off.

"It doesn't seem like it," the young man in the passenger seat observed carefully, then suddenly realized with a start, "Get out of the car quickly, it must be him coming back!"

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Night fell over the dilapidated old building, and the old elevator creaked and groaned.

"An investigation has revealed that the explosion that occurred this afternoon is highly likely to be related to the wanted suspect, Neil."

Surveillance cameras have captured images of a figure resembling him moving in the vicinity. This person is extremely cunning and ruthless. The FBI is urging citizens to be vigilant and, if they encounter this person, to call the FBI immediately for assistance.

Yorn looked at the news broadcast on his bracelet, then glanced at the empty inner room, and fell into a brief silence.

He turned off the bracelet.

I lay back on the sofa without turning on the lights.

A faint glow emanated from the coal stove.

Outside the window, the night was silent, and the wind howled mournfully through the gaps in the buildings.

For some reason, Yorn felt that the weather was getting colder and colder.

He used a small iron rod to stir the coal in the stove, letting air in and making the fire burn brighter.

Silent footsteps came from outside the door, as if someone was walking back and forth in the corridor.

bang bang bang-

A soft, slow knocking sounded on the door.

It wasn't Jon's room, but rather at the other end of the corridor.

The sound was very soft, but the old building where Jon lived wasn't very soundproof, so he could hear it clearly even from this distance.

For some reason, Jon remembered a strange story his neighbor had told him that morning.

Two families downstairs have gone missing. When they disappeared, their doors were open, and nothing was missing from their homes.

The downstairs neighbors said they had heard soft knocking on their doors close to midnight, but they did not open them. The two missing households were the ones that opened their doors.

I heard that residents on the lower floors have also gone missing in recent days.

Jon doesn't believe these stories. Although he enjoys reading ghost stories, it doesn't mean he actually believes them.

Those twisted and insane monsters only exist in storybooks.

He raised his hand and glanced at the time on his bracelet: 11:50 PM.

The knocking on the door continued, and gradually became clearer and more distinct.

The knocking sound seemed to be getting closer and closer to Jon's house.

The 'visitor' seemed to be knocking on every door, one by one.

Suddenly, the knocking stopped, followed by the creaking sound of the old security door opening. "Who is it?"

The voice was that of the neighbor who had told Jon the ghost story earlier that day. Although he enjoyed spreading ghost stories, he didn't believe them himself; he just enjoyed the feeling of spreading fear.

But the neighbor's voice only rang out once before falling silent, and about a minute or two later.

dong dong dong-

A new knocking sounded suddenly.

One sound after another, getting closer and closer.

Finally, the knocking reached Jon's door.

dong dong dong-

Jon slowly got up, he didn't say anything, leaned against the wall, and turned on the electronic peephole.

Actually, compared to encountering the legendary tales, Jon is now more afraid of meeting another person.

He is not yet ready to confront the other party directly.

The electronic peephole was activated, and a thin, middle-aged man appeared on the screen.

This was the neighbor who told Jon this 'strange tale'.

For some reason, Yorn breathed a sigh of relief.

This neighbor enjoys scaring others and is capable of such behavior as faking ghost stories to frighten people.

However, Jon did not expose his neighbor, but instead quietly watched him through the peephole.

dong dong dong-

The neighbor slowly raised his head and knocked on the door again.

Jon remained unmoved.