After I was forced to become an NPC in a survival game

Chapter 853 The Lost City (2)

If it weren't for the surrounding environment spreading out in front of his eyes, Su Nanzhi wouldn't even feel that he had changed another plane.

The buildings in this place look old and dilapidated, the stone brick walls are covered with a layer of dust, and there are only two colors from the sky to the ground, gray and black.

Everything is silent, lifeless.

I didn't see a single figure, and there was no game information.

It was discussed before, if you enter the game and are not together, you can leave a mark and go to the middle.

Su Nanzhi was walking alone on the gray street. Even though there was no wind blowing, his back felt chilly all the time. When he turned around, he couldn't see anything.

The place was dead, its branches fluttering like a dense lock of long black hair.

Tick-tick-tick-

What fell was not rainwater, but a bone-chilling red liquid, as soon as it touched it, it seemed as if all the heat was drained from the body, and the heart felt indescribably dull.

It is resentment.

Su Nanzhi turned her head and ran to the nearest eaves. She watched the liquid fall from the sky and hit the ground without leaving a trace. She just felt strange and eerie.

As soon as the mahogany sword is taken out, it loses speed, which is so fast that it makes people feel distressed.

The resentment and death here have been eroding the peach wood sword, and the same is true for people. This kind of erosion is a steady stream, and there is nowhere to hide. The longer you stay, the more dangerous it will be.

thump—

It looks like something was blown down by the wind behind the door, but where is the wind coming from here?
Su Nanzhi raised his hand and pushed the door open, the creaking sound of being in disrepair sounded very uncomfortable, like the struggle of a dying person unwilling to let out his last breath in his throat, and also like a sigh of extreme resentment.

What the hell is going on here?
It makes people feel so uncomfortable.

The moment the door opened, a cold smell and dust rushed in. There was a large space behind the door, and the folds on the white cloth were particularly dazzling and abrupt in such a messy and gloomy place.

squeak-squeak-

The voice coming from inside dragged on for a long time, and the ending was a bit distorted.

Su Nanzhi paused, stepped on something, and slowly lifted the white cloth to see that it was a doll's arm of unknown texture. The proportion was the same as that of a real person, and it was lifelike, as if it would come to life at any time.

The voice inside was still ringing, as if urging her to go in and have a look.

Su Nanzhi walked very lightly, but in an environment that was too quiet, no matter how careful she was, there would be subtle noises following her steps.

Behind the flipped table stood a woman with her back to her, no, not a person.

Su Nanzhi held the mahogany sword in his hand, and just took a step forward when it turned around.

On the gray and black face, the upper and lower lips were roughly stitched together. The blood on the thread had solidified, but it was still smiling, and the corner of its mouth pulled the thread, and the wound expanded little by little.

It's as if an invisible person is controlling its expression, and what's more, in Su Nanzhi's eyes, this spirit body looks exactly like himself.

"It's—it's coming—"

The stitched lips were forced open to speak, leaving black flesh and blood on the silk thread.

Facing his own face, looking at this weird scene, anyone would be shocked.

Su Nanzhi wanted to ask something, but looking at its sewn mouth, he felt that he had nowhere to start.

The puppet with empty eyes suddenly looked at Su Nanzhi, his expression became evil and gloomy, and it was at this time that Su Nanzhi saw the silk thread behind it.

It suddenly broke free from the silk thread, and the sound of the silk thread passing through the flesh seemed to be heard, but those silk threads were not real objects, they sometimes disappeared in the air, and only by sensing with ability could they be seen accurately.

Su Nanzhi frowned, and when he looked up again, he found that there were sharp and intertwined silk threads all around him.

(End of this chapter)