The male protagonist survives in the infinite game by supporting his wife

Sheh retracted his gaze and said, "It's very troublesome for me. Keep going. Go to the left."

Shi Jinzhe entered the corridor on the left and after walking about ten meters, the light above his head began to flicker.

The corridor was eerily quiet. He walked along the wall and suddenly felt a pain in his calf. At the same time, the air became chilly and his skin hurt from the cold.

"Is that the one who uses the ghost here?"

"It's another ghost, let me down."

Sheh was put on the ground and leaned over to push Shi Jinzhe's calf.

The baby, whose skin was black and blue and whose eyes were covered with whites, was pushed and rolled on the ground. He raised his hand to straighten his crooked head and glared at Shekh with a pouty mouth.

"It's not an evil ghost. It has reason." Sheh picked up the little ghost. "Did your master ask you to monitor it?"

The little ghost was strangled by the scruff of fate and made two hissing sounds.

"Shi Jinzhe, point the mirror prop here."

Shi Jinzhe pointed the mirror under Sheh's hand, and the image of a two-year-old child gradually emerged from the mirror fragments.

Her brown hair was tied in wool curls, and she had a blue bow on her collar. Her cheeks were rosy, and her big black eyes were glaring at Shekh, while her short legs were kicking back and forth in the air.

"Is that the leg he was hugging just now? He looks pretty cute."

Shehe looked at the little kid in her arms. His head was about to shake off, and he kept showing his fangs at her. How could he be cute?

"blind."

“…I couldn’t see him in the first place.”

Shi Jinzhe had no way to refute it. Sheh seemed to be scolding him, but it also seemed like what he said was true.

He stared at the child in the mirror, who happened to be looking at him and stretched out his arms for a hug. He struggled violently as if Shekh's hands were the claws of an abyss that he had to escape from.

"He didn't seem to want to hurt me, more like..."

"Looking for food." Sheh was very familiar with the expression of this little brat. Isn't this the same expression she had when she wanted to drink blood?

"He wants to drink your blood."

When the time is up, take a step back, away from the child.

Sheikh threatened him: "Maybe he wants to eat your flesh."

He covered his neck: "...Have you ever thought about this?"

Sheh stared at him straight, gave Shi Jinzhe a meaningful smile, and after scaring him, he looked back at the little devil in his hand.

"It doesn't talk, and it doesn't want to attack anyone. I really don't know what use such a small ghost is."

The screaming little devil became even more excited and made a move to open his mouth to bite her, but his movements froze as an irresistible pulling force suddenly came from his body.

Sheh vaguely heard a sound from behind him, and the little ghost disappeared from her hand.

The image in the mirror also disappeared. This little ghost came strangely and left inexplicably.

The crisis was resolved and Sheh returned to Shi Jinzhe.

But this little episode did not make Shi Jinzhe relax. Forget Sheh, but why do ghosts also want to drink his blood?

"You drank my blood twice. Do you feel anything special?"

"It tastes good." Sheh recalled, his throat rolling. "I don't know how to describe it. It's probably like the spring rain washing over my body and the flowers blooming around me, telling me that the hibernating snakes should wake up."

Shi Jinzhe paused for a moment and couldn't help laughing, "Have you been secretly listening to some literary book again?"

Now they not only talk more, but also use modifiers. Snakes that have read books are different.

"I only listened to a few chapters of the book 'The Enlightenment Book of Everything' that you bought. Audiobooks are too slow to read."

Shekh's hand on Shi Jinzhe's neck clasped into his shirt collar. "Can you read to me?"

She could only recognize a limited number of words, and sometimes when she clicked on another place, it would take her a long time to get back to the original place. She got tired of hearing the readings too much, and she wanted to change the taste.

"You can read a few words to me every day. They don't have to be too long. I can ask if I don't understand something. You should be more useful than the voice on the phone. I want a gentler voice so I can fall asleep."

Sheh didn't care what Shi Jinzhe thought, he made arrangements for him and also put forward his own requests.

"Every day, half an hour before going to bed, when you are reading, don't turn on the desk lamp too brightly. If I fall asleep, you should read for five more minutes, so that I can sleep better.

It’s better to read two short stories and one long one, and read the long story last. Reading it continuously won’t bother me, but I might lose interest in the short story halfway through. ”

After saying that, she asked Shi Jinzhe in a thoughtful manner, "Is it okay?"

At that time, his brain was still processing her request, but when he heard the question "Is that okay?", he felt it was absurd.

What he was thinking about was not whether these requirements could be met, but that Sheh had actually learned to ask himself whether he could do it.

Although it is possible, there is definitely no option of "no".

He replied, "Okay."

Back to the second floor, Shi Jinzhe walked through the corridor for a long time and changed to another terminal.

There were traces of blood dragging on the ground, the check-in counter was blown up, and there was a faint smell of gunpowder in the air. This place had just experienced a struggle not long ago.

Shi Jinzhe: "There was no faction notification, so the one who died was not from the brown faction."

[The brown camp player Duan Yuanyuan was killed. ]

"..."

Sheh sneered, "You'd better stop talking."

As he finished speaking, the sound of breaking glass suddenly rang out on the first floor.

Her face fell, what a rubbish game.

A strange roar echoed from the corner of the first floor.

A middle-aged man covered in blood struggled to climb out of the elevator that was halfway up. He had only taken two steps when a man holding a chainsaw followed him out of the elevator shaft.

With the flickering cold light and buzzing sound, the chainsaw man slashed forward indiscriminately.

He screamed at the middle-aged man: "Run! Why don't you run! Aren't you very powerful?"

Shi Jinzhe hid behind a pillar on the second floor and heard everything the chainsaw man said clearly.

He seemed not afraid at all of being discovered that there were people here, and he only wanted to kill the middle-aged man in front of him.

The chainsaw man looks crazy, and because of his thin build, when he glares, his desperate look is very consistent with most people's imagination of a murderer.

There was blood between his teeth. He almost caught up with the middle-aged man several times, but he was not very good at swinging the chainsaw and left many wounds on his body.

The middle-aged man slipped and fell, his face full of fear, his hair tangled with blood and sweat, and a spot on his gray suit was wet.

"Please let me go. I really didn't mean it. I just did it because someone told me to. I really didn't know the situation here would be like this!"

"You don't know?" The chainsaw man increased the horsepower of the chainsaw. "You can give me the card if you don't know? Do you and I have a grudge?"

The middle-aged man looked at the electric saw that was getting closer and closer. It seemed as if all the bones in his body were on strike with fear, and he couldn't stand up at all.

Shi Jinzhe, who was hiding behind a pillar on the second floor, took out a mirror and unexpectedly discovered that these two people were all from the brown camp.

But he did nothing after hearing the conversation between the two people. He just watched quietly the scene of blood and flesh flying everywhere caused by the chainsaw.

Watch the chainsaw man chopping and cursing:

"I didn't know what the situation was here, so now that you know, experience it for yourself!"