Thoughts were swirling in Chen Qing's mind, and Wu Chenyi's mutterings continued to sound in every toilet cubicle.
He was swearing, and his steps seemed a little impatient.
After a brief inspection, he hurriedly moved towards the next area, and after the sound of his footsteps faded away, Chen Qing's eyes always became a little twisted.
It's like the ill-fitting clothes or physical discomfort.
But the moment he was about to come down, when his body was leaning forward slightly, another figure appeared in the toilet.
The steps under her feet were silent, and the skirt of her clothes was dripping with transparent and viscous liquid.
Her limbs were like swollen giants, rubbing and colliding with the wall.
She turned around and stared directly at Chen Qing above.
Chen Qing was stunned, but only for a moment.
In the next moment, Chen Qing jumped down, and the weight of his whole body piled up on the man's shoulders in an instant.
At this moment, he saw the other person's face clearly, but only for this moment.
Her head became fragmented and her body fell limply to the ground.
Her limbs were flailing on the ground as if deflated, and her clothes were stained with pus that continued to spurt out.
At this moment, Chen Qing recognized her clothes.
"Her clothes...are the same as the person in the photo?!"
Chen Qing's face paled. This was much scarier than a dead person moving.
The photo has already turned yellow...how could she...
He sighed and retreated to the sink.
He twisted his orchid fingers, and his voice began to change to a high pitch.
"This face... is quite comfortable to wear?"
He touched his face, and for some reason, his previously pale skin became somewhat rosy.
"How strange..." His voice became more and more feminine. He looked down at his fingertips, which had become soft.
"Is it a side effect?" He gritted his teeth. The moment he tore the skin on his face, a strange pain and reluctance emerged from his heart.
"I don't want to take it off, I don't want to take it off!"
He roared, but still tried his best to pull it out.
The moment this dough fell into Chen Qing's hands again, all the weird and irrational activity it displayed disappeared again.
Once more it lay as quiet as a dead thing.
"What the hell is this..."
Chen Qing felt the withdrawal reaction in his mind, and felt even more afraid.
Chen Qing shook his head: "In this place, the items taken away will be refreshed... If they can leave just by relying on their face, they will definitely do it.
So the focus is still on the first sentence... and the reasons why it is here.
What Wu Chenyi told me before...maybe partly true.
We had come here to explore for some reason, but we were stuck here because of some earlier taboo.
It's the statue of the god. "
"History will at least be left in the form of writing. Since they have done this kind of thing before, someone among the students should write something down."
After thinking about it, he began to search the dormitories he had missed again, and sure enough, he found different forms of "suicide notes" in the pillows and under the desks of some students.
It seems that some of the contents are hidden in these suicide notes.
The first one: "On March (blurred) day 1 (blurred) year, (blurred) teacher came again...several students disappeared again today...
I'm worried, I always feel like I'll be next.
If I go missing... don't look for me, love you (blurred). "
Second copy: "Here they go again... they go again (smudged) damn... I can't sit around like this anymore. I'm going to destroy (blurred)."
The third copy: "He killed us! It was all him! We... We can't disobey (Duo)'s order. I saw (Duo) today, and he became a part of (Duo).
I also want to be a 'family member', sorry mother. I will no longer be your child. "
Copy 4: “It was our life… they came alive!
(smear) The teacher is right! He's really (smear) tonight...it's my turn tonight!
He promised (smear) and it would be there soon...
Even if he doesn't let me tell others...it's okay, as long as I write it down and let others find it, it doesn't count as me telling it. "
Chen Qing looked at the blurred writing in his hand, and his brain connected to the statue in the shrine almost instantly.
He is so weird, especially appearing in a place like this.
He recalled the scene in his mind and asked suddenly, "Blessing to Buddha. What exactly are you praying to?"
He walked all the way to the second floor, where the shrine was still standing quietly.
He stood in front of the Buddha, and the Buddha began to gradually change its appearance.
His canines pierced the upper and lower lips. Starting from the four canines, countless smaller teeth grew outward from the mouth. Those teeth were generally like human back teeth, and they grew into layers like suckers. They are layered on top of each other and are constantly rubbing against themselves.
His closed eyes opened, and in his eyes that reflected bright light, countless eyeballs of about one millimeter were moving up and down.
They looked at Chen Qing and wanted to drag the creature in front of them into the abyss.
"When you worship Buddha, you don't worship such an ugly thing."
Those people stood in front of the stage and expressed their truest and most despicable wishes.
Those people kneel before God, thinking only of filth and unworthiness.
All they worship is their own desires.
He looked at the statue in front of him that was gradually becoming distorted and unknown. In disgust, he gradually guessed the truth of the matter.
“They sacrificed those lives to create this shrine.
The students who were sacrificed did not die completely. They existed in this space as the energy consumed to make wishes.
After consuming the students, the group of people who created the shrine abandoned this space. Also close it.
It was not until recent years that a group of us broke into this place.
In order to survive, they kept making requests to the shrine. In order to survive... the shrine captured surrounding students, or students in reality, and used them as energy sources.
And the first one to make a wish at the shrine after the lockdown...
Is it me? "
His low murmur was replaced by bursts of applause behind him.
He turned around and saw Wu Chenyi standing there with a pale face.
"If you just want to get out alive, just make a wish. Anyway, it doesn't matter who dies in reality."
He asked looking at his former partner.
"You can't go... you can't go." He looked at Chen Qing twistedly, saliva mixed with black cockroach juice flowing from the corner of his mouth.
He looked at Chen Qing and raised the compound bow and arrow in his hand again.
But what was different from before was that this time Wu Chenyi was trembling slightly and was frozen in place.
"Don't dare to cum?"
Chen Qing smiled happily and instantly realized the other party's worries.
But he was afraid, but Chen Qing would not slow down because of it.
He picked up the candlestick on the shrine beside him and flew three sharp iron pincers towards the person opposite.
With the sound of bones and muscles breaking, the iron pincer pierced his shoulder and hit the ground with blood.
"You can't kill me! You can't kill me!" He looked at Chen Qing who was walking towards him, and the indifference on his face frightened him.
"Why."
Chen Qing was a little confused: "In the final analysis, if you want to leave alive, you don't need to let me in at all.
I thought we were friends. "
He looked at Chen Qing, as if he was remembering something: "Yes... yes, we are friends! We must die together. How can you escape alone."
He looked at Chen Qing, his pupils flashing crazily.
"You're crazy."
Chen Qing no longer paid attention to his partner's murmur. He dragged the other person's body and nailed the candlestick back to the table.
He looked at the boy and instantly turned into a hysterical shouting: "Kill you! Let me kill you! Hurry up! They are all waiting for me to kill you!"
"Let me kill you. They are all waiting for the two of us... You obviously acquiesced, you obviously agreed to die with us."
His trembling chin was inconsistent with his calm tone. He watched Chen Qing pierce his chest with the candlestick again.
Over and over again, until the stage became a bloody mess, he finally stopped.
But after doing all this, the weird thing behind him began to follow the sound and come out.
Chen Qing knew that the matter had reached the final moment.
He looked at the statue of the green-faced fanged god still on the candlestick, and the bloody candlestick he pulled out was already pointed at his chest.
"And the mask."
The moment he put on the mask, the monster stopped.
As for Chen Qing, he stopped breathing.
“I make a wish: If I offer a sacrifice... I will not be able to die.
I made a wish: I would use myself as a sacrifice and become the humblest undead soul in the shrine. "
He whispered, and the darkness in front of his eyes disappeared instantly.
As the moonlight appeared, the pain in his chest stopped.
He reached out and touched it, and his chest became bulging.
"This mask..." He frowned, as did his delicate face.
He took off the skin, and the changes in his body returned to their original appearance at this moment.
He held the skin, and the information conveyed by the human skin mask appeared in his mind.
"Give me a purpose and I will make you perfect.
Give me your blood and it will come true. "
He looked at the dough in his hand that seemed to be blinking, and for some reason he smiled.
“Relic… no.
You are not a relic.
Let me call you Non-Relic No. 1. "
He took out the note he carried in his pocket and wrote with blood on his hand: "Non-relic - No. 13 - The Man with a Thousand Faces.
To be able to transform into the target's appearance, one needs to consume blood, the amount of which is uncertain. "
