GBP Chapter 858 Night Talk
Chapter 858 Night Talk
Anjie's voice was very calm, a tone completely opposite to the longing she expressed in her words.
She seemed to be coldly stating some key points for passing the game, but in reality, it was a conversation that greatly surprised He Lingling.
He Lingling didn't react for a long time.
Her slowness clearly made Anjie misunderstand something. Anjie sat up straight, crossed her hands behind her head to stretch her stiff joints, and then shook her head with a soft laugh.
"I was probably too sleepy late and started talking nonsense."
Anjie said, "Okay, go to sleep. Just remember to keep your distance from Fang Youhua when you wake up tomorrow morning. As for the rest... don't worry about it."
He Lingling saw An Jie turn her head to look at her, her eyes filled with dense red blood vessels.
He Lingling was taken aback.
Anjie smiled at her and said, "Aren't you sleepy yet? How about I go to sleep first?"
He Lingling nodded and shook her head sluggishly, watching An Jie lie down and cover herself with the blanket, without even taking off her shoes.
Oh no.
Something flashed through He Lingling's somewhat confused mind—it's best not to take off your shoes and sleep in the game instance; who knows if you'll be chased by monsters and jump up to run away halfway through your sleep.
This minor internal battle continued until He Lingling lay down listlessly, as the candle on the wall, its flame flickering weakly at the base, finally went out.
"..."
The room was plunged into a murky darkness.
He Lingling stared wide-eyed in the darkness, her already large and inhumanly dark pupils expanding to their extreme, like a complete, round, jet-black dragon eye core.
Fang Youhua's apparent feigned ignorance and An Jie's words, which clearly sounded like a heart-to-heart talk or a sigh, kept swirling in the depths of her mind.
He Lingling tugged at the blanket that smelled faintly of mildew, and turned her head to look at An Jie, who was breathing evenly beside her, with a mixture of confusion and complicated feelings.
Ange seems to be asleep.
The soft, even breathing of the other person gently brushed against her ear, yet He Lingling always felt that the other person was a little... pitiful.
Pitiful?
He Lingling's eyes widened.
She never imagined that she would use this word to describe Anjie.
how can that be possible?
As a former number one player on the leaderboard, surpassing Lu Chusheng to become the number one "cleaner" player, how could An Jie be pitiful?
He Lingling licked her lips with some difficulty, then stared at An Jie, who was fast asleep in the dark, for several moments before frowning and trying to figure out why the other woman had suddenly become so strange.
Everything seemed normal at first... When did things start to go wrong? Was it when he was recounting Fang Youhua's tragic experiences, or...?
He Lingling's eyes suddenly widened in the darkness.
She remembered.
It was after Ange said, "Don't underestimate a mother's anger and pain."
There is a more than 90% chance that Fang Youhua is pretending to be stupid.
"I don't believe that a woman who is about to become the vice president of the Eye of All Things can be as simple and gentle as she appears on the surface."
……
It was after these words.
He Lingling suppressed the pounding of her heart, took small, deep breaths, and it took her a long time to finally calm down.
Is it because of these words?
He Lingling didn't really want to think about it any further. She felt a strange sense of timidity, and she didn't even know why she felt this way.
Anjie is clearly very strong.
She had already earned enough "rebirth" points to reach a million, but she still didn't choose to leave.
He Lingling wasn't quite sure why the other party would continue to stay in Dawn Game, but since Anjie had made that choice, she would respect it.
They were friends to begin with, and friendship is an intimate relationship that requires mutual respect.
"..."
Go to sleep.
With her mind a jumble of thoughts, He Lingling had a splitting headache. She blinked hard and finally fell into a deep sleep in the murky darkness.
At the same time, as He Lingling's breathing gradually calmed down, An Jie, who was sleeping next to her, silently opened her eyes.
“…” Anjie stared at the darkness for a long time, and when her eyes could finally blurry out some things, she sighed softly and silently.
The next second, Anjie quietly got out of bed. She just glanced back at He Lingling, who was fast asleep on the bed, walked to the door, controlled the noise, and quietly left the room.
The door is closed.
—At the same time—the audience in the live broadcast square watching this scene erupted in an uproar.
"Did Anjie go out alone late at night?"
"Wait, why did she run out alone? Isn't she afraid of being surrounded by monsters with no way out?"
"Oh God, what if she goes to find Yu Shijiu? Or maybe that fat guy could work too?"
"..."
Amidst the cacophony of conversations, the blue-haired woman on the small screen simply pulled a large bath towel from her system inventory, wrapped it around herself, and walked indifferently into the depths of the winding tunnel.
She had no intention of knocking on any of the closed wooden doors.
They even deliberately made a lot of noise when they landed to avoid being noticed by the players behind the wooden door.
Snap—Squeak—
The sound of her shoes stepping on the dust was very faint. Anjie turned her head to look at the faint candlelight that still lingered on the wall next to her, and then looked away.
useless.
In less than a minute, the tunnel will be completely plunged into pitch-black darkness.
Anjie silently counted down the time until the candlelight disappeared, then quickly and silently walked towards the darkness at the end of the tunnel.
One step, two steps, three steps, four steps...
As the rapid, close footsteps gradually faded away in the tunnel, Fang Youhua suddenly opened her eyes in a room just a door away. Her eyes, covered with dense red blood vessels, blinked slowly.
"..."
Fang Youhua sat up, and by the dim candlelight, glanced at Yang Hua, who was fast asleep beside her, and gently pulled the blanket up over him.
As if sensing something, Yang Hua, who was fast asleep, suddenly convulsed and then slowly relaxed.
Fang Youhua stared at her quietly for a while before slowly getting out of bed.
night……
Fang Youhua landed silently and walked behind the wooden door, a certain obscure emotion flashing deep in her eyes.
In the tunnels at night... there must be even more things that would drive one mad, enraged, or even terrifying to the point of collapse...
Click.
The wooden door was turned open by Fang Youhua. She glanced back at Yang Hua, who was not moving on the bed, and quietly left the room.
On the bed, Yang Hua, whose breathing had been steady just a second ago, suddenly opened his eyes. His eyeballs rolled back and forth in their sockets several times before he slowly regained his composure.
"..."
too horrible.
The way Fang Youhua looked at me just now was terrifying...
Yang Hua's heart was pounding so hard it felt like it was going to jump out of his chest, violent and pounding, as if it had grown a bunch of hands and feet and was desperately trying to break free from his skin.
Fang Youhua... Fang Youhua, why are you going out alone at this time... at this time?
Countless questions swirled in Yang Hua's mind. She tried to calm herself down as her heart pounded faster and faster.
"Calm down... calm down quickly..."
Yang Hua murmured to himself, trying to calm his agitated emotions and the coldness that ran through his veins. He murmured, "Yang Hua... don't overthink... try to recall the plot properly..."
Today... several days ago... did Fang Youhua exhibit any more unusual, or seemingly uncooperative, actions or words...?
Yang Hua's head began to ache. She groaned in pain and curled up in the blankets, as quiet as a baby in the womb that could not move at all.
Calm down...
Yang Hua blinked, cold sweat trickling down her thick hair and seeping into her skin beneath her clothes.
Don't overthink it... think back carefully...
I carefully recalled whether Fang Youhua had done anything outrageous...
But no matter how many times Yang Hua went through the events of the past few days, she couldn't find anything exactly amiss.
Fang Youhua... has been perfectly normal all along.
Yang Hua was terrified by his discovery.
No.
That's the part that's most wrong.
How come it's always been normal?
How could it possibly be perfectly normal all the time?
Yang Hua finally realized something was wrong.
So far, the "Eye of All Things" contestants have been reduced to just herself and Fang Youhua, while none of the "living" players have died yet... This in itself is already quite illogical.
Are those players in "Alive" really that lucky to be alive?
Or……
Yang Hua's breath hitched.
She suddenly realized a very serious problem.
That was Fang Youhua.
Fang Youhua's actions up to this point, including her quiet, gentle smile and her consistently reserved attitude of not readily expressing any opinions...
This shouldn't be the ability of a player who is about to become the vice president.
Yang Hua's heart pounded even faster; she was so frightened by the subconscious guess that came to her mind that she almost fainted.
Fang Youhua... Fang Youhua... Fang Youhua very likely, very likely, did it on purpose... on purpose, on purpose, on purpose to eliminate the other participating players of "Eye of All Things"...
Yang Hua was shocked when he thought of the points system for the guild competition.
Simply participating in guild competitions will earn you double points. These double points will gradually increase based on your performance and survival time within the dungeon. And... and when the number of dead players in a participating player's guild reaches 1 or 2, the currently surviving participating player will receive half of the double points that the eliminated players would have received!
Yang Hua felt like she was about to faint from fright.
If, if it's really as she thinks, then, Fang Youhua, Fang Youhua's next target, isn't it, isn't it herself?
“…Oh… my…”
Yang Hua's teeth chattered with fear. In a daze, she began to calculate her current points reward... which was already much, much higher than the points she usually got from entering game instances.
The series of doubling points filled Yang Hua with both joy and fear—she was joyful that the points she gained would allow her to live a better life in town, but she was also afraid that she might be coldly removed from the guild competition instance by Fang Youhua.
Is there a flower festival?
Will Fang Youhua remove herself from the guild competition?
Yang Hua's mind was in complete turmoil. She tossed and turned in her thoughts for a long, long time, completely unaware that her eyes were widening, her face was turning redder, and her breathing was becoming rapid.
The next second, Yang Hua was completely confused by the constant stream of guesses that kept echoing in his mind.
The rustling sounds that had been filling the room completely disappeared.
Nourishes—
The candles hanging on the wall seemed to sense that the humans in the room had fallen into a "sleep," their flames flickered briefly, and then went out.
--------typical.
Da-da-da-da-da-da-da
"..."
The only sound in the tunnel was the soft thud of Anjie's heels hitting the ground. Her footsteps were very light, but they were exceptionally clear in the pitch-black night when all was quiet.
Following her memory of where she came from, Anjie continued walking until the candlelight in the tunnel was completely extinguished before she took out the flashlight she had prepared.
Click.
The powerful flashlight was turned on, and its blinding white light illuminated the tunnel like a spotlight.
Anjie frowned.
The tunnel, which should have been brightly lit by powerful flashlights, could only illuminate less than a meter in front of me.
"..."
Anjie's heart sank.
The darkness inside the tunnel was not ordinary darkness.
In game instances, this situation will most likely result in the appearance of some strange or eerie monsters.
Damn.
Anjie squeezed the soft flesh on the right side of her mouth with the tip of her tongue and continued forward.
It's better than all black.
Anjie followed the bright flashlight all the way back to the main room.
She turned the flashlight, and the white light shone into the still embers of the earthen stove next to her, where two cookies could be faintly seen stuck on the surface.
Anjie: "..."
She looked away, the flashlight flashed, and without thinking, walked towards the cabinet.
When the old field mouse was still around... there was clearly something in the cupboard...
Anjie pursed her lips, cautiously approaching the cabinet with its doors tightly closed.
The cabinet was just as normal as when she left; the cabinet doors were tightly closed, and the faint black slit in the middle looked quite harmless.
Anjie, however, did not ignore the noticeable drop in body temperature when she approached the cabinet.
A rough estimate suggests that the temperature dropped by approximately ten degrees.
Anjie tried to keep her breathing calm, glanced back at the empty tunnel entrances where there was no one in sight, and reached out to pull the cabinet door.
squeak-
Anjie grabbed the cabinet door handle and pulled it outwards, causing her to frown.
The cabinet doors seem a little tighter than before.
why?
Could it be——
Anjie suddenly took a step back.
The powerful flashlight in her hand swayed slightly, but she held it tightly, suppressing her shock.
Behind the cabinet door, a huge, swollen human head dangled and stuck to the cabinet shelf. The damp, foul stench of the corpse instantly enveloped the entire area, making one feel nauseous.
Anjie was also startled by the sudden appearance of the head.
She covered her mouth and nose with her hand, frowned, and continued to move closer to observe the human head that had suddenly appeared in the cabinet.
The human head was placed on the shelf of the cabinet with its back to Anjie. Only the back of its head, soaked in blood, and the blood dripping continuously from around the shelf could be seen.