Life Dungeon Game

Clearly, there were no bodies of Ilo's parents in this hall.

There is a high probability that this church has other spaces.

And within this special space, there should be...

There are certain special rules.

For example, in Heo's Mirror Space, one can travel between different spaces using mirrors.

Therefore, the main entrance may not be the only way to leave this church hall.

However, He Ao was not entirely alone. He and the red-haired woman entered around the same time, almost one after the other. If the red-haired woman had not yet left, he might be able to obtain some information from her.

However, when He Ao glanced around briefly, there was no one standing there.

Well, it's also possible that the red-haired woman is hiding somewhere.

Although he thought the possibility was slim, He Ao still lowered his head and carefully scanned all the corners around him.

Then, under the last row of these benches, he saw a red-haired woman wearing a bodysuit, lying face down under the chairs, her chest flattened and struggling to breathe.

The red-haired woman was quite far from He Ao, and there were many seats in front of her that blocked her view, so she was not easily spotted at first glance.

He Ao's gaze was also through some narrow gaps when he finally saw the red-haired woman lying there.

At this moment, He Ao also noticed that the chairs in the last row seemed to be different from the other chairs.

The other chairs were open on all four sides and supported only by some chair legs, but the red-haired woman was lying on the last row, where the two ends and the back of the chairs were closed off by wooden boards, with only the front open.

He thought about it carefully, and realized that there didn't seem to be such a seal on the last row of the surface world.

Then his gaze swept over the last row of chairs again, and he paused for a moment.

In the church of the surface world, there is no such row of chairs; the row in front of this row is the last row.

At that moment, the red-haired woman also noticed that He Ao had noticed her, and she looked up at He Ao.

The two looked at each other and fell into a brief silence.

He was somewhat surprised that the red-haired woman was lying there; clearly, the narrow space under the chair was a bit cramped for her size.

The red-haired woman seemed somewhat wary of him.

He Ao could clearly feel the red-haired woman's muscles tense up immediately upon seeing her, while her hand gripped the disc with the pointer tightly.

She seemed somewhat afraid of Heo.

"Are you the strange one in the church?"

Under their watchful eyes, the red-haired woman, seeing that He Ao made no further move, shrank back and cautiously asked, "We shouldn't have any grudges against each other?"

weird?

He Ao was taken aback.

What was that? Something unusual happening in the church?

Does that sound like an evil spirit or ghost?

Why would someone think of themselves as such a thing?

In that instant, He Ao thought of something, and he reached out and touched his cheek.

A splash of bright red, tinged with orange light, appeared on his pale fingertips.

His face was still stained with blood and tears from the impact of the polluting force.

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The little boy, wearing a red scarf, had pale skin, dark pupils, and bloody tears streaming from his eyes.

In addition, He Ao basically had no expression when he was thinking.

It's kind of a little scary...

If a cold wind and thick fog were to arrive at this moment...

Um······

He Ao dismissed the thoughts that had popped into his mind.

He shifted his gaze from the blood on his hands to the red-haired woman.

His glance startled the red-haired woman, causing her to shrink further under the chair and grip the disc tightly in her hand.

He Ao chuckled, wiped the blood from his face, and was about to speak.

'Zzz—

But at that very moment, a piercing, eerie shriek suddenly erupted throughout the entire hall.

Immediately afterwards, the light in the entire hall flickered violently, like a light bulb with unstable voltage, and a silent, cold wind suddenly blew up from the corner of the hall, brushing against He Ao's hair.

A thick, dark fog billowed out from all around the hall.

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There really is a cold wind and thick fog.

Feeling the rise and fall of the cold wind and thick fog, the red-haired woman under the chair shrank back. Then, after a brief hesitation, she looked at He Ao and shouted loudly at him.

"This fog is deadly! There's no way to escape it!! Quickly find shelter from the wind on at least three sides!!!"

Hearing her voice, He Ao looked up at the rapidly approaching fog from all sides.

In his spiritual vision, within this thick fog, there were distorted beams of light carrying an oppressive aura.

These rays of light undulated within the distorted patterns that made up the mist, accompanied by painful howls and delirium.

This fog should also be one of the underlying rules governing this inner church, carrying the power bestowed by the gods.

He looked around. He was quite far from the bench where the woman was lying. The closest place that could block the wind from him was the wooden cabinet under the glow.

He took the knight's sword from his back and rushed towards the cabinet, shouting at the red-haired woman, "What's the way out of this hall?"

The red-haired woman was taken aback by his question, finally confirming that He Ao really wasn't a 'weirdo'. At that moment, the mist was rapidly approaching, and she didn't have much time to think. She shouted at He Ao...

"Hide!!! Watch out for the weird stuff!!!"

As soon as she finished speaking, He Ao had already opened the cabinet door and hidden inside.

The thick fog obscured the entire space.

He pulled the cabinet door shut, plunging everything into darkness, with only a faint, dim light peeking through the crack in the door.

Hide? What do you mean, hide? Why would you say hide when asked how to leave?

He Ao, sitting in the cupboard, pondered the red-haired woman's words.

Beware of strange occurrences?

Is it some kind of monster in this church or some kind of anomaly?

It seems that the rules of this inner church are not so simple.

These cultists always manage to come up with something new.

Of course, this is most likely not the normal operating mode of this inner church. If those cult members were to go to work in such an intense environment every day, their mental state would probably be even more ruthless.

It is highly likely that this inner church is in some special state in response to the 'invasion'.

Everything outside seemed to have quieted down; both the red-haired woman's voice and the shriek hidden in the thick fog had completely disappeared.

It's a pity. If he had had more time, he could have tried to get more information from that red-haired woman.

However, the red-haired woman was clearly wary of him and probably wouldn't be willing to tell him the key information.

"Woo..."

Just then, he...

A soft sobbing sound suddenly came from the side.

He turned around and shone the light from his bracelet to his side, only to find a little girl in a red dress sitting next to him, covering her face and facing away from him, seemingly crying.

He Ao remembers clearly that when he entered the cabinet, there was nothing inside.

In the psychic vision, the little girl was surrounded by distorted patterns and extremely unstable shadows.

‘Zi——’

Just then, a sharp shriek came from the crack in the cabinet door, followed by a distorted phantom head that turned into a wisp of smoke and slowly spread in along the crack.

It carefully followed the blind spot in He's field of vision, disappeared into the darkness inside the cabinet, and then slowly approached He.

Clang—

With a cold, sharp sound as the blade slightly emerged from its sheath, the phantom head collided with the blade that had been pulled out a little from its scabbard and shattered instantly.

At that moment, the crying beside me subsided a little.

He Ao reached out and pulled the cabinet door completely closed.

Once inside the cabinet, the dense fog, which seemed to carry divine power and symbolize the underlying rules of this space, would no longer be able to enter. However, the 'evil spirits'-like things within the fog could still get in.

He might have a headache dealing with the power of the gods, but dealing with these evil spirits required almost no effort from him.

After defeating the evil spirit, He Ao turned his head and looked at the little girl in the red dress beside him.

Judging from the girl's reaction just now, this seems to be someone she can communicate with.

He reached into his pocket and pulled out the piece of paper that the red-haired woman had just given him, which was tucked inside the banknotes.

The piece of paper was not small, about the size of a banknote, and it was also quite thick. However, it had been folded many times by the red-haired woman, leaving many creases. He Ao quickly took the piece of paper and rubbed off the words written by the red-haired woman with a little force.

Then, using the light from the bracelet, I carefully folded it along the original fold lines.

When Yilu was a child, he often played with origami, and his mother taught him many interesting origami patterns.

He quickly folded it into a paper butterfly.

Then he started playing by himself.

The girl paused for a moment, seemingly drawn to the paper butterfly He Ao had folded.

But she couldn't turn her head away, so she could only hunch her head and continue crying, pausing for a while, sobbing intermittently.

After a while, she realized that He Ao seemed to have really stopped paying attention to her, and her crying gradually stopped.