socalfunplaces Chapter 221 Mingde Juku High School 35
Chapter 221 Mingde Juku High School 35
Chapter 221 Mingde Yijuku High School 35
Song Guicheng's entire arm was almost swallowed up, leaving only the bones hanging with the dagger, and he had no strength left.
He leaned exhaustedly against the blood wall, dark red muscle texture visible on most of his face, and his breath was filled with a strong smell of blood, just like a bird with broken wings.
Song Guicheng's entire body had been corroded beyond recognition. He stood there quietly, like a corpse that had escaped from a coffin. The silence was eerie.
He raised his head slightly, trying to take a breath, but the monster took advantage of this opportunity and immediately filled his mouth and nose with smelly blood.
Song Guicheng seemed to have accepted his fate. He did not struggle and allowed himself to be devoured by the monster. His dry red skin was filled with blood, bulging like a skinned frog.
Oxygen was slowly being drawn away from the lungs, replaced by a dull, tearing pain. My eyes began to blur, and my thoughts shuttled back and forth between clarity and confusion.
The words Jiang Chi said flashed through his mind: "You will pay a huge price, everything you have, even your life, but you still want to find him?"
This is not only advice, but also a warning.
Jiang Chi does not have the ability to foresee danger, but he is the only super S-level player in the Soul Tracking game. He came to this world before all other players and has no idea how many times he has traveled through the dungeon.
He figured out a seemingly absurd but actually existing rule early on:
The copy world is fair.
If the dungeon boss wants to avenge himself, he must offer his life and soul for the "Soul-Tracing Game" to choose and drive; if the player wants to survive, he must take risks and eliminate the obsession of the dungeon boss.
No matter who you are, if you want to get something in the copy, you have to pay the corresponding price.
This kind of transaction is fair to both parties, but the huge gap in strength tilts the balance, almost turning it into a one-sided massacre of players by ghosts. If players want to survive, they have to spend points to exchange for various life-saving props.
The "Soul-Tracing Game" reaps the benefits of being a fisherman, gaining attention while also reaping lives.
What Song Guicheng wanted was a wisp of soul. Just a wisp was enough to completely destroy the entire balance, turning him into a lamb to be slaughtered by anyone, and paying an unimaginable price.
Jiang Chi realized this earlier than Song Guicheng, which is why he said this.
Life was being devoured bit by bit, and only blood was left flowing freely on Song Guicheng's body. Large patches of bright red spread over his body, layer by layer, until he appeared dark and decadent.
He was like a withered rose in the autumn wind and sunset, tired and decadent.
Song Guicheng's breathing was so weak that it was almost undetectable. His skin and flesh fell off as the tentacles rushed around in his body and were burned before they hit the ground.
Oh shit.
He cursed fiercely in his heart, and his bony hands grasped the dagger, flipping it violently inside the monster's body. Each strike was ruthless and sharp, and the dark night slowly accumulated in his light brown eyes.
"Swish——", Song Guicheng's corroded arm suddenly tensed up, and the deafening buzzing sound of the blade penetrated through layers of blood membranes, cutting a hole in the tense atmosphere.
He narrowed his eyes slightly, and made an unexpected movement with his bulging mouth. He actually used force to close it and bit off the solidified blood in one bite.
The tentacles that were so rampant just now were now swallowed into his stomach without changing his expression.
The monster had probably never experienced anything like this before, and it was so shocked that even its wriggling body stopped.
Song Guicheng stretched his lips to a smile that stretched all the way to his ears. He whispered softly, "I found it."
"You are not experienced enough." Song Guicheng had an obvious smile on his face. The monster's blood mixed with his blood was dripping from his jaw, like a demon blocking people on the road at night, hideous and terrifying.
His eyes were curved, but the face with all the skin and flesh peeled off was more terrifying than the ghosts in the copy. He said leisurely: "When the prey is dying, you must not let your guard down."
Song Guicheng's tone was very gentle, just like his usual style, as warm as a spring breeze, as if he really was teaching this monster like his own child.
However, his hands did not stop moving. Suddenly, the tip of the dagger hit a hard object with a "bang", and a sharp tail sound echoed in the monster's body.
The system's border began to flash red, indicating that the protective shield was entering the final thirty seconds of the countdown.
Song Guicheng's dagger suddenly changed direction, his wrist was vertical, and the tip of the knife stabbed down fiercely from top to bottom, like the ring of a shaken bottle of Coke being pulled open unexpectedly, and the hot blood gushed out like a fountain, bringing a hint of sweetness of the breath of life to the gloomy and hopeless dead end.
"You can never tell whether the dying prey is trying to lure you into slacking off, or is plotting to give you the final blow," Song Guicheng wiped his face casually. He touched the fragile texture on his face, and the stinging sensation overwhelmed him, but he didn't care. "It's a pity that your strength is not strong enough to close the gap between you and me."
His tone became colder and colder, but the touch of his blood became hotter and hotter.
In fact, he could no longer see clearly. He only felt the liquid around him becoming scorching hot, as if a torrent of magma was flowing out of purgatory, bringing with it a raging heat wave and a heart-pounding breath of destruction.
He was melting, like butter melting at high temperatures. His feet couldn't touch anything solid. He must have turned into blood.
Song Guicheng didn’t know what he was like now. He had only one thought: hold on, you must hold on.
The dagger was pushed slowly, and a cut was made in the hard object.
"Thump, thump, thump." In the long and endless blood-red corridor, a weak sound of footsteps came from afar, sluggish and dragging, but moving towards him firmly.
The pace of walking and the frequency of breathing were too familiar, and Song Guicheng's eyes narrowed.
At the same time, the dagger in his hand penetrated the hole that had just been pierced.
"Crack", along with the hard object, his finger bones also broke. The cracks spread all the way up along the wrist until the entire arm was covered with fine lines, like broken porcelain.
The pain was like a rope, binding his whole body tightly and making him almost suffocate. Song Guicheng gritted his teeth and didn't let out a single groan.
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Blood continued to flow out of Pei Shuangjin's body. He felt very cold. The coldness came from the inside out, eroding his life bit by bit. This was a sign of excessive blood loss.
The road under his feet became narrower and narrower, and the scene in front of him seemed to be covered by a hazy filter, blurry and dizzy. Thick dark bloody hands surged from all directions, howling to drag him into the abyss, but shrank back in fear when they touched Pei Shuangjin's hot red blood.
Pei Shuangjin moved forward step by step, stepping on his own blood, losing a point of life with every step.
"Song Guicheng..." He called out this name in his heart. As long as he thought of this person, even though his whole body was stiff and cold, he still had the strength to move forward.
"Click"
Although Pei Shuangjin's hearing was not very sharp, he caught a crisp sound and something cracked.
He took two deep breaths and tilted his head with effort, trying to see what it was, but his retina was covered with large patches of scarlet, flickering light and shadows, a warning that the protective shield was on the verge of collapse.
Pei Shuangjin only paused for a moment, and when he tried to lift his foot again, it seemed to weigh a thousand pounds. His mental toughness could not withstand the heaviness of his body, and he could not take the next step no matter what.
"click click"
The cracking sound continued, and Pei Shuangjin felt that the sound was very similar to the sound of large flakes of snow hitting people's backs during an avalanche. Although he had never seen such a scene, he couldn't help but imagine such a picture in his mind.
When he came to his senses, he found that it was the broken blood tentacles that hit his back, and he fell straight to the ground the moment he stopped.
"How embarrassing..."
Pei Shuangjin's eyes were half closed, and his ink-jade black eyes gradually lost their luster, revealing a bleak darkness.
The broken blood tentacles were very light and had lost their attack power. When they fell from above, it was like large flakes of black and red paint leaking from the sky, soaking the people on the ground.
The cold caused by excessive blood loss caused Pei Shuang's muscles to contract and spasm, and he curled up into a ball unconsciously. He was wrapped into a blood cocoon by sticky blood, eager to break out of the cocoon and become a butterfly, but tragically he was unable to break through the shackles.
"I am a mortal after all. Even if I get a little favor from the gods, I am still a small mortal..." Pei Shuangjin's breathing was weak. The loss of temperature made his breath cold. He murmured to himself, "But I really... want to hold an umbrella for him..."
He thought of those light brown eyes, which were as warm as the sun's rays, but were always filled with endless rain, endlessly revealing a sadness that he could not reach.
Even though Song Guicheng was laughing and making noises, when Pei Shuangjin looked at him, she never felt the rain stop.
The blood tentacles turned into a downpour, falling on the endless dark road. Fragments of light shone through the cracked fine lines, alternating between red and white, intertwining with each other, gorgeous and weird.
Pei Shuangjin slowly formed a smile. In fact, his facial muscles were so stiff that he couldn't make any expression, but he felt that he was smiling.
Song Guicheng succeeded and found the exit.