Tick, tick, tick.
As if a sharp steel cone was smashed into his head again and again, the severe pain like tearing the top of the skull, cruelly splitting his whole body from it, and then recombining and regrouping, like the stitches on a particularly painful wound.
Cyclically, the devil-like ticking sound swept Chu Yi's entire consciousness, unable to escape, unable to dodge, like a tarsal maggot entangled in Chu Yi's mind, making his head feel like its immersed in magma, surrounded by pain that exceeds human threshold.
Then like a tide it receded, as if that fire like pain was nothing but an illusion.
It had been no more than half an hour since the start of the hunt, but Chu Yi could already feel his sanity deteriorating at the speed of light.
There seemed to be noisy and frightened human voices in the castle, but they were all murmurs, and it was hard to hear what they were talking about. More and more noisy sounds converged, and gradually condensed into a line of sound, slamming against his skull.
He ignored the pain however, a sado- masochistic grin instead surfacing on his face.
They were already walking through the first floor, nevertheless there no sign of players.
By his side, Zhao Pengyu didn't have the same crazed resilience and a ugly grimace distorted his handsome features.
With gritted teeth, he looked to Chu Yi.
"What are we going to do. There are almost 400 rooms in the castle. If we rely on searching all of them, we'll definitely clash with the other players, if we try to snatch them, who knows what they'll do in desperation. And even then we have to prevent ourselves from being killed by them."
Even though, the Jesters seemed as if they were the most glorious and advantageous amongst the players, they were in fact the most restrained.
The players definitely would not trust them- who would trust someone that could decide your own life in an instant. Neither could they be wanton, the brand on their bodies was nothing more than a ticking time bomb that would lower their EQ and IQ.
Thinking about it more and more, Zhao Pengyu couldn't help but let out a string of vulgar curses.
This was just pitting them against all sides.
AH-AH-AHHH
BANG!-
Whilst he was brooding, one of the doors next to them went flying open with a bang and a vomit-inducing stench of burnt flesh came wafting into their noses.
Zhao Pengyu immediately took on a defensive stance, from his hand appearing a red talisman.
From the door, a burnt body came tumbling at their feet, it was scorched, with no facial features on its face, lips burned, and a distorted skull showing pale teeth staggered out. From inside the door, fiery flames swept out from the opened room, sending out a mixture of voices shrouded with countless panic and fear. The voice of despair and flailing hope.
The heat was so high, they could feel it scorching their flesh but eventually it died down with the slamming shut of the door.
Leaving only the corpse at their feet.
Zhao Pengyu face turned even uglier, evidently the task of finding clue wasn't as simple as it sounded.
Behind each door, there deadly hidden dangers that could crush them in seconds.
When he observed the corpse at their feet, he could vaguely recognize him as the locksmith from the second day , Pei AngCi.
Evidently he had taken advantage of his ability to try and gain an advantage but instead had been burned to death in the doors.
This was forcing them to fight against the players.
Observing the dead body before him, Chu Yi suddenly took a step forward and from his system space pulled out a knife.
It was covered in deep notches, that were jagged and sharp. The blade was dark red, as if it was covered in remnants of blood!
[Name: Madman's Sword(Elementary)]
[Quality: Special]
[Master: Chu Yi]
[Special Category: Evolved]
[A madman, dare to do things ordinary people do not dare, dare to do things ordinary people dare not do, you Regarding the rules as nothing, every strong is strong, there is no difficulty or danger that can trap you. Evolved from a scalpel knife that has tasted tok much blood
Danger: Unknown]
With the coins he had gotten in the last instance, Chu Yi had upgraded his beloved scalpel and turned it from an ordinary item into a real prop.
When he had first entered the scene and saw the danger level, he had mistakenly believed it was an evaluation of the lethality of the item but after a few inquiries, learned that in fact the Danger level was a measure of the items danger to the Master.
That meant, whether or not the item would hurt or even kill their master. Taking out their souls, backstabbing and uniting with the enemy,
anything that could any up with the player killed.
If the danger level was too large, they had to come up with ways to restrict the item in order to barely use it
The danger level of his knife was unknown for a variety of factors that he couldn't be sure of, so for now he had to put the matter aside.
The reason he pulled out the knife was because of a vague premonition.
Grasping the handle of the knife lightly, he hacked down cruelly onto the body.
There was a whooshing sound as the bad cut through the air, gearing up to destroy what was left of the corpse.
What-
When the blade was almost touching the smoking flesh, an invisible force sprung up and prevented it. No matter how much force he exerted the blade would not move.
He was right.
From the end of the corridor came the sweet, playful laughter of a group children.
At some unknown time, the corridor had already been filled with little wet handprints, but the prints that were left behind were very special. Those five fingers were stuck together, not like a normal child's hand, but rather seeming like the webbed feet of a frog.
The blood dropping and distorting from the corridor walls.
The children that walked down the aisle, were all deformed and burnt.
And on closer inspection, there was even half of a little head poking out the side of one of them, flesh melting and mixing together to form a grotesque and creepy image, a burnt right eye and an intact left eye staring straight at them.
The shuffling and dragging of limbs, a hand that had melted to the point where only half of it was left, letting out a dull thud that made the skin on their scalp explode with goosebumps!
Zhao Pengyu immediately clapped a hand over his mouth to keep himself from crying out .
Eyes widened in shock and horror.
He can't alarm these little ghosts.
When the children came closer, almost skipping towards the duo, Zhao Pengyu felt a tremor run through his body after observing them up close.
"Take your heart," the children said with a smile, "take your heart and make soup."
Zhao Pengyu took a step back uncontrollably but Chu Yi only stared straight into the eyes of the children.
The closer they got, the heavier the smell of death.
Finally they arrived at the dead man's body, they grinned sweetly at the figures of Chu Yi and Zhao Pengyu before viciously ripping the man apart.
They took out the heart, it was still intact and fleeing a crimson red even though the other parts of his body had been burnt to a crisp. In the eyes of two, blood was slowly forming from the corners of Zhao Pengyu mouth, and immediately flowed out, like the internal organs of a shattered person, fragments of undecent internal organs-he expanded again. When they tore open his mouth, the blood spewing out made the people around him catch a piece of red by surprise, and he kept coming out like a fountain.
This was all to surreal, the mans body had been burnt to only bones but inside skin, his organ were still entirely warm and alive.
It was at this moment that Chu Yi threw down the knife and grabbed the long neck of one of the child with both hands. He twisted fiercely. There was only the cracking sound of the bone breaking, and the neck of the little boy was like a flesh-colored water pipe. Twisted and drooping, it twitched and seemed to be struggling, but Chu Yi clasped its long neck with both hands and tore it hard, actually tearing its neck abruptly!
Blood gushed out, the little was completely dead, and yet the remaining children didn't rush away. In an instant, only a spot of messy black hair and blood stains remained of the dead ghost Chu Yi dropped the corpse casually, and his eyes returned to normal under the dim light. On the pale hands, there were beast-like sharp nails. The tips of the nails were stained with blood, and the blood dripped down the pale fingers, looking ferocious and coquettish.
"Kekekkekeke".
"So fun! so fun! SO FUN!."
From the hands of the children appeared a bloody copper shard. One of them skipped to Chu Yi and handed to it to him happily, a dark gleam in its childish eyes.
"Let's continue to play, there's only a hundred to go. If you cant catch us all, we'll have to take you with us."
"You'll surely be the most beautiful doll. "
"Kekekekkeke"
Fulfill their greatest wish.
What's the would be the greatest wish of these children.
And what do these copper shards represent.
Sure enough it was this.