Ming Ke: What’s wrong with me, Gin, having several aliases?

(This rule weird talk is pure garbage. If you are not interested, don't read it. If you read it, you will just feel that it is a piece of shit that was forced into your mouth.)

[Strange Talk about Cemetery Rules:]

[Dear players (erase) humans, if you want to successfully escape from this purgatory-like cemetery! ]

[You must look for other humans within a range of fifty (erase) ten meters, then fight them and shake their heads evenly. ]

[I hope everyone can escape from this cemetery that is as gloomy as hell, as terrifying as the devil's domain, as dark as a black hole, and as scary as a demon. ]

Rei Furuya: The person who wrote the note doesn't seem to have a high level of education.

Fūya Rei stood there quietly, staring intently at the note in his hand, his eyes revealing thought and doubt.

His brows furrowed slightly, as if he wanted to see some clues from the note.

Beside him, two sedan chairs were placed quietly, as if waiting for him to make some decision.

Just as Fūya Rei was lost in thought, the air around him seemed to fluctuate slightly, and a black shadow appeared quietly like a ghost.

Kurosawa floated silently behind Fūya Rei like a light feather.

His movements were extremely gentle, making almost no sound. Suddenly, a pair of cold arms stretched out from behind and hugged Furuya Rei tightly.

The cold touch instantly spread throughout Fūya Rei's body, making him shiver involuntarily.

A hint of surprise flashed across Furiya Rei's face, but he quickly regained his composure. After all, Kurosawa's body temperature was indeed that low.

"Brother, what's written on it?"

Kurosawa's emotionless voice rang in Furiya Rei's ears, causing goose bumps.

Although Kurosawa was really a bit weird now, he usually called people brothers in a shameless way, so Furuya Rei didn't turn around and just said lightly.

"This note made us fight."

"Really? Then brother, let me take a look~" There was a hint of coquettishness in Kurosawa's words.

I saw his hands stretched out from behind Fūya Rei and reached for the note.

His hands were white and slender, with neatly trimmed nails. He moved very slowly and gently, as if he was afraid of tearing the paper.

However, those hands did not intend to check the contents of the note as he said, but simply threw the note aside.

Those hands carried a cold aura, as if they came from the underworld.

They did not stop after getting the note, but slowly extended to Furuya Rei's chest.

The cold touch made Furiha Rei's body stiffen slightly, but he did not show any abnormality.

The hands began to slowly caress Furiya Rei's chest, the movements were gentle and ambiguous.

Fūya Rei's face darkened slightly, and his guess was completely confirmed.

"So it turns out to be fake." Fōtani Ling sneered, and in a flash, his right arm suddenly elbowed back with a swift and powerful movement.

"Ah!" Kurosawa screamed in pain, covering his stomach with a painful expression on his face.

His body kept moving backwards, his steps staggering, as if he would fall at any moment.

The originally pale face was now even more bloodless, and his lips were trembling slightly.

Fūya Rei turned around and watched Kurosawa retreat with cold eyes until he slowly disappeared.

His brows were still furrowed as he pondered this series of strange events in his mind.

Then, he slowly looked around, his eyes carefully observing every corner like a scanner.

He noticed that there seemed to be no living person around except him, as if the whole world had been muted, leaving only him and the two sedan chairs standing abruptly in the silence.

An indescribable feeling of loneliness and tension instantly enveloped his heart.

Fūya Rei's expression became more and more solemn, and his eyes blinked vigilantly, each blink seemed to be detecting potential dangers around him.

His footsteps began to move lightly, his movements cautiously and carefully, like a cheetah on the hunt, always ready to deal with possible emergencies.

As he slowly backed away, he nervously paid attention to the movements around him and kept thinking in his mind.

"What on earth happened here? Why is it so weird?"

Just as he was concentrating on observing his surroundings, suddenly, a pair of hands quietly approached him from behind.

The hands were icy cold, as if they had stretched out from a polar glacier, and had an eerily familiar feeling.

"Brother, why did you hit me? Am I not pretty enough?" A voice with some resentment and grievance sounded in the ears of Fūya Ling.

Fōgani Rei's body stiffened instantly, his pupils shrank suddenly, and a strong sense of astonishment surged in his heart.

Before he could react, his body had already made the movement subconsciously.

I saw his right leg kicking backwards like lightning. The movement was swift and powerful, with a fierce momentum.

Kurosawa had never expected such a violent reaction from Furuya Rei, and he had no time to dodge.

There was a dull "bang" sound, and Kurosawa flew backwards ten meters in an instant, leaving a shocking trail of blood on the ground.

His body was like a kite with a broken string, drawing an arc in the air and then falling heavily to the ground.

When Fūya Rei saw the scene in front of him, his heart was shocked.

When he saw the bright red bloodstains, a thought suddenly flashed through his mind: "Kurosawa doesn't seem to be fake."

His face turned pale in an instant, and his eyes were filled with astonishment and regret.

He realized that if he continued to fight like this, Kurosawa might really die, but if he didn't fight, something might happen to him.

For a moment, Fūya Rei was in a dilemma, but when he looked at the injured Kurosawa, he stepped forward resolutely.

There was self-blame and worry in Fūya Rei's eyes, and he hurriedly walked towards where Kurosawa fell.

At this time, Furiya Rei had a very complicated expression on his face. He felt regret for his actions and was worried about Kurosawa's safety.

His steps were a little hurried, and he hurried to the place where Kurosawa fell.

He squatted down and slowly stretched out his hand, wanting to touch Kurosawa to see how he was doing.

Furiya Ling said apologetically: "Su...are you okay? I'm sorry...I didn't expect to encounter something like this."

However, when his hand was about to touch Kurosawa, he found that Kurosawa's figure had dissipated like smoke, leaving only a pool of blood there, as if telling what had just happened.