It's not too much to say that a beauty is a little bit stronger

Chapter 339: Redemption Island (28)

But when he held the bottle of medicine in his hand, a strange scene happened.

His body began to become transparent and his skin became brittle, like cracked paper.

The surface of the body also began to peel off, turning into fine black paper ash and gradually dissipating.

The paper ashes rolled up in the air, and his body disappeared bit by bit, leaving only the fear and confusion in his eyes for a moment.

When death finally came, a smile of relief suddenly appeared on his face.

The corners of the man's mouth rose slightly, as if he was relieved and had found the truth.

There is no such thing as regret medicine in the world.

Death is the true end of all regrets.

The wind blew the paper ashes away in front of his eyes, and the player completely disappeared from the world, turning into dust.

Xiao Huai watched the whole process quietly.

Horror games are like this after all, giving people hope but also ruthlessly destroying it.

The regret pill is not a hope of redemption at all, but a carefully planned trap.

A satire and mockery of gamblers who long for redemption.

How true to the principles of the game.

As the man disappeared, the road leading to the ladder collapsed instantly, like a broken bridge without support. The broken stone steps fell in the air, making a dull cracking sound.

The stones fell into the void and disappeared without a trace.

It's not just this ladder. Other ladders in the distance have also collapsed long ago.

Xiao Huai stood at the top, watching coldly, knowing clearly in his heart: this means that someone had already died on the way.

I had already given up on the road because of a breakdown.

Of the eight ladders to heaven, only four remain.

Those ladders were once a symbol of hope, but now they have become a symbol of destruction.

It takes people's lives easily.

Half of the players have died like dust in the process of climbing the ladder, as light as a feather, and cannot cause any waves after death.

Suddenly, a strong wind blew up on the plain, and the wind was howling. Xiao Huai stood there without picking up any props.

He sat on the ground, his eyes fixed on the other ladder passages.

Joan Chen, he'll be fine.

The ladders crumbled one after another, and the sound of falling rubble echoed in the ears, foreshadowing the end of the players' fate.

The wind grew colder and colder. Xiao Huai hugged his knees with his hands, his eyes fixed on the two remaining ladders.

One is mine, whose is the other one?

He was waiting for Chen Chong.

He believed that Chen Chong could come up.

Time seemed to stretch out infinitely, and the surroundings were so quiet that only the whistling of the wind could be heard.

There was finally movement from the ladder.

Xiao Huai raised his head slightly and looked over there.

A hazy figure gradually emerged from the void. However, when the person approached, Xiao Huai's heart sank - those were a pair of lifeless eyes.

Chen Chong came up.

But his eyes were empty, without a trace of light, like the wreckage torn apart by countless pain and despair.

He staggered, each step seeming to be taken unconsciously.

Xiao Huai's heart tightened, and he stood up and walked towards him, but saw that Chen Chong's eyes were instantly attracted by the bottle of regret medicine.

Chen Chong's pupils suddenly dilated, and her body reflexively rushed towards the bottle of medicine, her movements eager and frantic.

The desire in his eyes was like a despair buried deep in his heart, bursting out in an instant.

Xiao Huai frowned and stood in front of Chen Chong as quickly as possible.

He reached out, pressed Chen Chong's shoulders, and called out his name.

Chen Chong seemed not to hear, and suddenly stretched out her hands forward, almost pushing Xiao Huai away, her eyes full of greed and obsession for a pill of regret.

A hint of cruelty flashed in Xiao Huai's eyes. He suddenly pressed down Chen Chong's shoulders, almost suppressing him with brute force.

Chen Chong was still struggling, waving her hands in the air, trying to grab the bottle of regret pills.

A trace of pity appeared in Xiao Huai's eyes. He tied his hands and pressed him hard to the ground.

In the chaotic tug of war, a foxtail millet fell from Chen Chong's pocket and gently landed on the ground.

The little flower seemed particularly fragile and weak in the fierce battle, like a glimmer of light swaying in the wind.

However, Chen Chong's attention was suddenly attracted by the dogtail grass. His movements gradually stopped, and the madness and greed in his eyes slowly faded away.

The flower lay alone on the ground, like a touch of warmth brought from a distant memory.

Chen Chong's eyes began to become clear, and a hint of life gradually emerged in her originally lifeless eyes.

He slowly lowered his head and stared at the flower, as if he could see through it some emotions buried deep in his heart.

Xiao Huai let go of his hand and stood aside, watching him quietly, seeing Chen Chong's expression slowly return to normal.

"Chen Chong..." Xiao Huai whispered his name again.

Chen Chong's movements gradually stopped. He raised his head woodenly and finally met Xiao Huai's eyes.

At that moment, Xiao Huai's gaze was like a clear light, gradually dispelling the darkness.

Gradually, the madness and distraction in Chen Chong's eyes faded away, the fog of pain was dispelled, and light flashed in his eyes again.

"I... I came up?" Chen Chong's voice trembled slightly, as if she couldn't believe it.

Xiao Huai breathed a sigh of relief, patted Chen Chong's shoulder, and lowered his voice.

"Well, you're up."

Chen Chong lowered her head silently, her fingers trembling slightly as she clenched her fists.

He tightened his clenched hands until his knuckles turned white.

His mind was blank. The higher he went, the less courage he had to go. He couldn't explain it clearly, and he didn't know how he got out of that abyss of despair.

But at this moment, he is really standing here.

Xiao Huai stood beside him, without saying much, just accompanying him quietly.

In this round of repentance, only the two of them succeeded in coming out.

Next, their goal was to find the rose.

After all, passing the ladder is just an admission ticket.

After a long time, Xiao Huai looked up at the endless plain. It was time to set off.

"Let's go." He whispered, taking firm steps forward.

Chen Chong responded softly behind him, then took out an ancient copper coin from his pocket.

He silently threw the copper coin into the air, his eyes focused and solemn.

The copper coin spun in the air, making a slight sound in the wind and reflecting a cold luster.

At this moment, there was a glimmer in his eyes.

This is his special ability. He is a true fortune teller who sees countless possibilities and the most likely answer.