Life Dungeon Game

"Is it some kind of strange thing?"

He muttered something to himself.

This little girl doesn't look strong; she seems very weak and vulnerable, and doesn't look like a powerful monster at all.

However, for some reason, he felt a little annoyed by the crying, so he called out, "Stop crying."

The little girl seemed startled; her voice paused for a moment and became softer.

The burly man breathed a sigh of relief and sat down in the dark space.

It looks like just a small monster, not much of a threat.

"Woo..."

After a while, low sobs echoed again in the dark space.

"Didn't you hear me tell you to stop crying?"

That anxious feeling resurfaced, and the burly man reached out and grabbed the little girl from behind, pinning her to the ground.

The soft sobbing still echoed in the silent space.

The paper butterfly on the tip of her hair, like a drifting duckweed, fell into the darkness.

"What a piece of junk!"

The burly man flicked his finger, sending the paper butterfly flying, then he drew a short knife from his waist. "I'll kill you."

In that instant, he saw the girl release her hands from her cheeks and turn her head.

With the help of the smart bracelet's dim light, he was able to see the girl's 'face' clearly.

It was a face without any features, smooth as a mirror.

Then, under the burly man's gaze, a cross-shaped crack appeared on his cheek, blooming like a flower petal.

The paper butterfly that had been fluttering in the darkness returned to the girl's hair, and a faint sob echoed in the silent space.

Outside the cabinet, in the thick fog, bright red blood with an orange glow flowed out like a stream from the gaps in the cabinet and disappeared into the fog.

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Thump...thump thump...thump...

The knocking on the door was rhythmic.

He Ao shifted his gaze from the paper that resembled a diary and looked towards the doorway.

He gripped his knight's sword and slowly walked over.

At the same time, he took a closer look at the 'structure' from the desk to the door.

Because there was no wardrobe, all the clothes in the room were hung on a rusty wire nailed to the corner of the wall.

The wire isn't very high, so even a child can easily hang their clothes on it.

There weren't many clothes on the clothes; there were only a few little girls' dresses and one or two men's clothes that seemed to be the smallest size and resembled work clothes.

Next to these clothes was a square 'floor mat' made up of piled-up adult clothes.

The floor mat was made of clothes as a mattress, with a faded sheet on top, and a thin cotton coat piled up next to it, which seemed to be a quilt.

On that big cotton coat, He Ao found a plastic medal pinned to his chest, decorated with radiating light.

He was familiar with this medal.

Because Ilo had been given this 'plastic medal' at school before.

These medals appear to be 'credentials' of Eternal Tantric believers.

He Ao glanced again at the room, where the plaster on the walls was crumbling. The people living in this room seemed to be followers of the Eternal Secret Cult.

But why would this believer's 'house' appear in the main church?

After passing the 'floor mat' laid on the ground, He Ao arrived at the door of the room.

The door to this room was not a smart lock, but a rather old and simple mechanical lock.

The door lock handle was rusty, indicating it had been used for many years.

A peephole is fixed in place at a high position on the door.

The soft knocking continued.

He stood on tiptoe and looked out through the peephole.

Outside the door appeared to be a somewhat cramped corridor, dimly lit.

Thump...thump thump...thump...

The knocking continued, but there was no one outside.

He glanced at the doorknob but did not open the door directly.

He looked towards the door.

Next to the door, there is a small window about eighty centimeters wide.

This is the only window in the entire room, facing the corridor.

The windowpanes were covered from the inside with several layers of colored plastic sheeting, seemingly to prevent people outside from peeking in.

He reached out and touched the plastic sheeting on the glass; it was completely stuck to the glass and couldn't be peeled off.

After a brief moment of thought, he returned to his desk and reached out to open the drawer.

These drawers were all empty.

Although the table

On the surface, it seemed to him that he could leave the room simply by opening that door.

But after hiding in the closet to leave the hall, he vaguely felt that this room and this inner church might not be so simple.

He might have to move through these rooms repeatedly to get closer to the heart of the cathedral.

This reminded He Ao of something else: a maze.

This may be the defense mechanism of this inner church. It did not build any shield or strong fortress, but instead used the special rules of the church to construct the entire church into a 'maze'.

Only by navigating these spaces connected by specific rules and finding the correct route can one reach the deepest part of the labyrinth, the true 'heart of the church'.

These maze-like rooms are not safe either, filled with all sorts of 'strange' things.

The 'intruders' could easily die at the hands of the labyrinth's monsters.

Even if the 'intruder' is not killed by the monster, simply keeping the 'intruder' in the labyrinth would be beneficial to the Eternal Cult.

The Eternal Cult should now urgently recall some combat personnel to defend the main cathedral.

Once these combatants have gathered, and combined with the special rules of the main cathedral, it will be very difficult for Heo to break through the defenses of the Eternal Cult.

Therefore, He Ao doesn't have much time and must get through this 'maze' quickly.

The knocking on the door continued to echo, while countless thoughts flashed through He Ao's mind.

If the little girl in the closet wasn't lying to him and really did point him to the 'right path'...

What makes this the right path different from the others?

He Ao lowered his head and looked at the paper with blood-written words on it on the table.

He thought for a moment, then picked up the paper.

In that instant, a thought struck him, and he turned to look at the window that was covered by the newspaper.

Just a moment ago, it seemed as if a shadow flashed past the window.

Is someone peeking in from outside the window?

He Ao pondered for a moment, then slowly walked towards the window with the paper in his hand.

At that moment, he suddenly realized that the knocking outside the door seemed to have stopped.

click -

Immediately afterwards, the rusty doorknob began to tremble violently, and the entire door shook violently, as if someone outside was trying to open it.

However, the door was locked from the inside and could not be opened from the outside.

He Ao slowly walked behind the door.

Just then, they seemed to hear his footsteps outside the door, followed by a loud shout, "Alice, open the door! You can't stay in the house! It's dangerous! Your brother has gone mad and is imprisoning you! Open the door now! We have to get out of here!"

This sounds like the voice of a middle-aged man.

For some reason, He Ao felt that the man's voice sounded somewhat familiar.

He leaned against the door and looked through the peephole again.

Outside the door was still a dark and cramped corridor, with nothing there.

Then He Ao looked down at the words on the paper in his hand, his gaze landing on the six words 'did not go out, very safe'.

He took two steps back thoughtfully, staring at the violently shaking door.

The 'voices' outside the door and the 'diary' inside gave him two completely opposite 'guidelines'.

Theoretically speaking, he should continue

He gathers more information to try and deduce the right path, but now he has a simpler, more direct approach.

He stared at the trembling door, which, in his spiritual vision, appeared to be made up of stacked, distorted patterns.

The densest part of these stacked patterns is the 'cat's eye'.

Without hesitation, He Ao drew his knight's sword, covered the blade with his divine sense, and thrust the sword into the location of the 'cat's eye'.

The sharp tip of the sword pierced the cat's eye, but instead of cutting through the metal and creating a sharp opening, it felt as if it had pierced a piece of soft flesh.

"what!!!"

A twisted roar came from the trembling door, and the entire door stopped for a moment. The tiny cat's eyes continued to wriggle and enlarge, and a distorted and illusory shadow emerged from them, rushing towards He Ao.

He glanced at the shadow.

A spirit, without distorted light hidden within, without divine grace.