They laughed softly, and the man on the ground was also laughing. He propped up his body and carefully felt the pressure everywhere in his body.
Pain, blood surge, dizziness, those continuous repulsive forces were impacting his body.
He knew that some people couldn't wait.
"Want to drive me away? Want to go to that world?" He looked up with a smile: "It seems that at this time... my memory has not been separated yet."
This is the self-confidence that only belongs to Chen Qing.
He looked at the bodies of the two people in the sky, and while muttering, he forced himself to stand up.
He stood in front of the cipher table and entered the numbers multiplied by 2 from those columns.
"This is a mirror world." He whispered, looking at the two people in the sky.
They turned around, with obvious shock and confusion in their eyes.
But even though they turned around, the steps beneath them did not stop.
Chen Qing was stunned.
"What's going on... There's no problem with the password... Why can they still get out?" He frowned and closed his eyes.
Everything flashed in his eyes as if in reverse.
"They are one person..." He murmured in a low voice.
"This was a mirror world, a mirror world." He murmured, opening his eyes and looking at the sky.
"The password is correct. In this world...there is no way that whole creatures can exist."
He whispered, gradually understanding something.
"The password is correct. Because this is a mirror world, everything here is in a form divided by two. The entities are, the creatures are, and the environment is too. So those pillars...their real number should be multiplied by two after!"
Chen Qing smiled. He smiled again. He struggled and pushed against the password pillar. At that moment, he fell in the middle of the pass.
"Everything here must be half." He looked at the two people in the sky, and their pace seemed to speed up a bit.
He raised his head and saw a word floating down in the sky.
"Everything in the world is half."
He looked at it, stretched out his limbs, and lay comfortably on the ground.
"Yes...this is the missing link for everyone...everyone who comes here."
Chen Qing smiled as he saw the world in front of him begin to split into two.
He watched the world above become brighter and brighter, and they gradually walked up to the bright place.
He watched as the environment around him gradually darkened, and the scenes began to lose their color.
He watched himself being eaten away by darkness little by little, and he watched a mirror appear in front of him.
The mirror was very small, only as big as a palm.
Next to the mirror, there is a tachi.
The size of the tachi seems a bit weird. The handle is half an arm long, but the blade is only as long as the handle. The overall length is much shorter than a normal tachi.
Chen Qing looked at it, with a happy smile finally showing on his face.
It was like the smile of seeing a child finally grow up and no longer play nonsense.
He held the knife with a ferocious smile on his lips.
He looked around, and darkness began to creep upwards.
He threw away the scabbard. The sword was reverse-opened.
This is a reverse-edged sword.
A blade that cannot kill anyone but yourself.
He held the knife and raised it in front of him. He looked at himself inside the blade, still smiling.
"Let's take a gamble... Anyway, if I lose the bet, why should I care about the flood after it dies?"
He chuckled, this was a sharp blade that could only kill him.
he shouted, and he raised the blade.
On the dividing line between darkness and light, at this moment.
A ray of sunshine surpassed the light in the sky and faded the darkness on the ground.
He pushed the sharp blade in his belly bit by bit, and the stinging pain and blood loss invisibly increased his difficulties.
He pushed a little bit, losing his vision a little bit.
He only felt that his eyes were darkened, and he only felt that his abdomen no longer hurt.
He began to lose feeling in his lower body.
He began to loosen his grip.
He let go of the blood-stained blade and tapped his fingertips in the river of blood.
"Serve yourself."
He wrote on the ground word by word.
"Pray for the dawn to see the origin of all truth."
As he wrote, his fingertips seemed to get a little cold.
Is the blood you shed getting cold? Or the body temperature of his fingers was lost.
He thought for a while, but that moment seemed like forever.
He only felt that the world had become darker...it was clear that the world had changed.
Then he fell asleep little by little.
…
But is this really the end?
The moment he lost consciousness, Chen Qing in the sky began to ooze blood.
His body began to split from the middle to both sides, and bit by bit, those skin bags exposed the bones. After his skin split, his bones began to break.
Those bones seemed to have been crushed, turning into bone powder and falling downwards.
Immediately afterwards, blood dripped down.
Then he fell.
He seemed to have lost his footing, calculated the speed of free fall, calculated the distance between strength and height, and landed heavily next to Chen Qing.
As he fell, the darkness was stained red with blood.
The blood seeped out, and after flowing for more than half a minute, it blended with Chen Qing's blood.
The two of them were lying there, but there were some fluctuations in the pool of blood.
At first, there were just a few waves, and layers of waves spread outward.
Immediately afterwards, a few young vines surged in the blood river, and those vines were like earthworms, squirming on the ground.
Then, those strips of flesh began to grow, becoming slender and vicious.
They began to try to strangle their companions, and they used their bodies to tightly entangle their companions.
They elongated their bodies and became new food after falling down. They piled up, and those places with less blood were dead and no one was left.
But on Chen Qing's body, the man who fell to the ground and spilled blood, his body was covered with tapeworms several meters long. The tapeworms penetrated into his body, and every time they penetrated a little, their tails Grow out a little.
They nibbled away at the fresh corpse, and gradually, the whole corpse only looked like rattan.
They were tumbling, and it was too late to fight with their companions. They stirred, making the corpse several centimeters larger.
Immediately afterwards, his bone marrow was eaten dry, and the one-meter-long spine was filled with four or five tapeworm-like vines. They entered from the tail and used their heads to push the spinal cord in front of them.
Soon, the corpse was eaten.
Facing this jade-white corpse, they picked and picked but couldn't find any place to eat.
They searched, and before their eyes were about to look at their companions, a faint smell of blood attracted them.
The smell of blood seemed to dissatisfy them, as if the blood was something dirty.
They hesitated, poking their heads in mid-air, hundreds or thousands of tapeworms swaying on the white bones.
But soon, some thin, hungry rattans began to bite at the tail of their companions.
That is the easiest and softest position to attack.
They gnawed at their accomplices, causing the huge tapeworms to slowly crawl toward the remaining blood.
The larger ones are at the front, and the smaller ones follow.
They gnaw at each other's bodies, seeking a new source of blood to survive.
They squirmed hard and returned little by little to the hometown where they had been born.
They squirmed, and at this moment they realized the reason for the fear coming from the depths of their souls.
They turned their heads, but just as they were about to leave, a larger vine, a real vine, emerged from Chen Qing's abdomen.
The fleshy vine rolled up all the tapeworms around it that wanted to turn back, and amid the unstoppable struggle and resistance, it brought those tapeworms into Chen Qing's body.
They surged crazily in the blood that gave birth to them, but they were unable to resist the dissipation of their own bodies.
They struggled, and more and more tapeworms were drawn into their bellies.
There were fewer of them, and Chen Qing was getting closer and closer to his lower body.
It wasn't until the moment the wounds connected that consciousness began to form in his mind.
He listened to the murmurs of a manic patient, the screams and wails rising and falling in his ears.
He realized that he was not dead.
At this moment, he watched the world in front of him become colorful, and he felt the fleshy vines growing on his body constantly waving and dancing.
He endured it and took out the remaining snack fragments from his pocket.
Not much, but a slap in the face.
After he swallowed, the hallucinations in his eyes and the noise around him also disappeared.
At this moment, Chen Qing realized that the world he was in had become fragrant with birds and flowers, and the gray-brown vegetation had disappeared.
He was about to say something, and just when he was about to say something, everything in front of him disappeared.
Instead, there is a pale yellow wall that reaches the sky. That wall seems to cut off the entire world, and the world inside the wall is on your side.
Just as he was about to take a step, a crisp crack came from under his feet.
He lowered his head and saw that the leg bone of the skeleton at his feet was broken by his feet.
He lowered his head and looked down, but when he looked away, he didn't notice that someone appeared in the open space more than ten meters away from him.
He may have appeared there at the moment Chen Qing looked away.
Maybe it was the last look he raised his head...
He looked at the person in front of him. The person was as skinny as firewood, and his body had long since lost all vitality.
He could only recognize it as a human being, with more of a mummy-like appearance.
"Yes..." He was silent for a while, feeling vaguely uneasy.
He had prayed to the shrine to see the messenger behind all this.
It's him?
He took two steps forward, and a light blue luster burst out from the eyes of the mummy.
He is dead, but he is still alive, a point between life and death that is constantly approaching death.
He whispered, looking down and seeing a skeleton as white as jade.
"You are... the first investigator to come here alive... it's you... it's you!"
He looked at Chen Qing and chuckled. His voice seemed a bit sarcastic, which made Chen Qing frown.
"investigator?"
"Yes...yes, just like before." He said sarcastically, and his body seemed to move: "Investigator...a professional name based on 'Lanting Nightclub'.
What do you want to call me, mercenary? detective? Call it whatever you like. "He looked at Chen Qing, his strange patience made the other party a little strange.
Where does this sense of abnormality that fills every word and every sentence come from?
