Chapter 781: Everyone, did you enjoy your meal? (Please vote for the super large chapter)
Chapter 782: Everyone, did you enjoy your meal? (Please vote for this huge chapter)
In the quiet house, a short young man climbed out from under the iron bed.
He looked up and looked around in confusion, "Wasn't I under the chair just now? What tricks are these heretical believers doing?"
He took out a thin black awl from his waist, looked at the desk with a missing corner on which old stationery was placed, and then looked forward, looking at the windows covered with thick cardboard and the closed door.
"What is this place? A tenement house?"
He covered his nose in disgust, then looked back under the bed. There was nothing under the bed. He was the only one in the whole room. His companion who was hiding under the chair with him had disappeared.
Dong... Dong Dong... Dong...
At this time, rhythmic knocking came from behind the closed door.
He frowned slightly, clenched the thin awl in his hand, walked to the door carefully, leaned against the cat's eye, and stared at the scene inside the cat's eye.
A narrow and deserted corridor appeared in his field of vision.
"Things that pretend to be gods and ghosts."
He leaned against the wall next to the door, holding the awl with one hand and the door handle with the other. He slowly turned the door handle and pulled the door back.
The closed door opened backwards.
The knocking on the door stopped suddenly, and the smooth outer door appeared in the man's field of vision.
"outside?"
After confirming that there was nothing unusual about the door, he raised his head and looked outside the door.
However, what appeared in his field of vision was not the narrow and cramped corridor in the cat's eyes, but silence and nothingness.
He realized something was wrong and immediately turned around and ran back. However, no matter how fast he ran inside the house, his body kept accelerating and retreating, constantly approaching the void.
In the process of running, his body began to disintegrate, and his flesh and blood began to melt. After passing a certain limit, he scattered on the ground like a broken brick man. In an instant, he turned into a pool of blood, and then flowed outside the door.
in the nothingness.
Click-bang——
Immediately afterwards, the door automatically closed and locked.
Dong... Dong Dong... Dong...
Rhythmic knocking sounded in the silent room.
——
He Ao lowered his head and looked at the diary in his hand. There was a very simple sentence written in bright red fonts on it.
[My brother is not at home. They knocked on the door again. The house is safe.]
The first two sentences were written in crooked blood similar to the previous diary entry, but in the third sentence, the words 'It's safe at home' were crossed out with a line of blood.
However, He Ao's attention did not first focus on the crossed out sentence, but looked at the beginning of the second sentence.
them?
He Ao's expression changed, and he suddenly raised the knight's sword in his hand, turned around, and placed the knight's sword across his head.
boom--
The blood-red giant ax collided with the knight's sword, making a crisp sound.
And behind the giant ax, the person holding the giant ax was a translucent figure.
It seemed to be naturally generated from the void, with only a rough outline of a human figure, and a very simple drawing paper attached to its cheek, with stripes of radiating light painted on the drawing paper.
This pattern of light is similar to the pattern on the plastic medal, but it seems to be the handiwork of a child and is extremely simple.
He Ao raised the knight's sword and swung away the blood-red giant axe. Then the knight's sword danced in the palm of his hand, and with his backhand, he split the translucent figure into two.
The figure instantly shattered in the space, turning into an illusory afterimage and disappearing.
He Ao raised his head and looked in the direction behind the figure.
A door that was ajar appeared in his field of vision. The door lock of this room was different from the door lock of the previous room. Although they were both mechanical door locks, they looked much stronger than the door lock of the previous room.
However, this 'sturdier' door lock has been violently damaged, and the door cannot be closed and can only be left ajar.
While He Ao was looking at the door, an illusory shadow also emerged from behind the door, once again transforming into a translucent figure covered with light drawing paper and holding a blood-red giant axe.
He Ao took a step forward, chopped the figure into pieces, and then walked to the door in two steps.
It seems that the illusory figure just now also rushed in through the gap in this door.
He glanced at the scene outside through the gap in the door. The first thing that caught his eye was a narrow corridor lit with dark red lights.
However, the scene in the corridor was not clear. It seemed to be covered by an invisible layer of 'grey black'. Only some scenes could be vaguely seen, and deeper in the corridor, there was only pure darkness.
In fact, this layer of 'grey-black' not only covered the corridor, but also spread into the room. At this moment, the floor under He Ao's feet and the 'space' in front of him were somewhat covered by this gray-black 'spread'.
Just like ink falling into clear water, it constantly erodes normal space.
And it spread faster and faster. In the very short time that He Ao swept through the door, it had already spread to his feet.
This gray-black space should have been 'covering' the corridor outside before, but now, it is constantly flowing out along the gap in the door, trying to quickly erode the space in the room.
He Ao thought for a moment, bypassed the gray-black space, reached out and closed the door.
The gray-black space trembled for a moment, and then continued to spread rapidly. He Ao let go of his hand, and the originally closed door naturally opened, revealing the gap that was originally hidden.
He Ao retreated back to the bed, cut off a piece of flesh and blood from the flesh-and-blood monster that had just fallen head-first to the ground, and threw it into the gray-black space.
And under his gaze, the moment it came into contact with the gray-black color, it quickly disintegrated and melted, as if it had never existed.
This is the flesh and blood of a C-level extreme monster.
The spread of the gray-black space is still accelerating. If this continues, the entire room will be filled with this gray-black space in a few minutes at most.
And at the moment when He Ao was thinking, another shadow rushed out from the gray-black space, turned into a translucent figure with a drawing paper, raised a giant ax and struck at He Ao.
He Ao raised his knight's sword with his backhand, took a step forward, and chopped the figure into pieces.
The strength of this illusory figure is not weak. It can already display C-level combat effectiveness in this space. Coupled with the C-level extreme monster that was killed by He Ao just after it appeared. Ordinary C-level basically cannot do it in this scene.
Survive.
The stronger C-level ones will be delayed until the gray-black space completely erodes the room, eventually leading to death.
This room is much more dangerous than the previous one.
He looked up at the door again. Because it flowed out from the 'door crack', the space behind the door was not occupied yet.
His eyes glanced at the door lock. The door lock had been completely destroyed. He had just tried it and the door would not close.
Then he looked up and saw the old anti-theft bolt on the door lock.
This type of pull bolt is the simplest door latch type. It uses a metal bolt to lock into the slot on the door and the door frame at the same time, which has the effect of 'locking the door'.
But at this moment, the pull bolt no longer has a bolt, and only has an empty slot.
After a brief thought, He Ao bit the knight's sword with his mouth, took off the pistol from his clothes, ejected the magazine, and pulled out the top bullet of the magazine.
Then he unscrewed the warhead of the bullet, poured out the gunpowder inside, and then quickly used force to flatten and elongate the remaining cartridge case.
Then he put away his pistol, took off the knight's sword from his mouth, rushed out and walked behind the door.
At this time, another illusory figure rushed in from the door, rushed towards him, and was cut off by him with a sword, and then he closed the door.
This time, he did not immediately release the door. Instead, he flicked the bolt formed by elongating the cartridge case into the slot of the anti-theft bolt.
Then he let go and the door was completely stuck.
The gray-black space that was spreading rapidly stopped spreading at this moment.
He Ao looked at the diary in his hand, and his eyes fell on the crossed-out sentence, 'It's safe at home.'
Originally, the home was safe, but something went wrong and the home became unsafe, so the owner of the diary crossed out this sentence and hid under the bed.
The problem was that the door lock was broken, allowing the 'bad guys' from outside.
Now, the door is stuck again when it is closed, which in a sense has 'repaired' the door lock.
After solving the problem, the home became 'safe' again.
Of course, in the real world, a door bolt made of a bullet cannot stop C-class monsters and that strange space.
But in this ‘inside space’ with very different rules, all this is possible.
Proper use of the rules of this space can also turn the situation in your favor.
At this moment, He Ao had time to raise his head and carefully look at the environment of the entire room.
The decoration of this room is quite different from the previous room. There is no bedside table or desk, but there is a long sofa.
There was a coat on the sofa, with obvious signs of someone curled up and sleeping for a long time.
There are no large windows in this room, only a small closed ventilation window above the door, facing the corridor, and the lighting of the entire room is provided by an old ceiling light.
In addition to these, next to the old iron bed and directly opposite the sofa, there is a simple small wardrobe with a slightly faded pink floral fabric.
This kind of wardrobe does not have a wooden or metal structure. Instead, it is made up of many hollow plastic rods and covered with a layer of printed cloth to form a simple cabinet that can be opened and closed with a zipper.
There are no more messy clothes in the whole room, and all the clothes should have been put into the small wardrobe.
A large plastic paper calendar hangs on the surface of the wardrobe. The year shown on the calendar is 744.
This year is 759, and 744 was 15 years ago.
He Ao had seen similar plastic paper calendars in his memory. Most of these calendars were made of posters, with less than one-fifth of the bottom area being a calendar, and the twelve-month dates were squeezed into a small area.
This is actually a poster that functions as a calendar. Usually, many parliamentary candidates or mayoral candidates will print and distribute this kind of calendar poster to the poor in slums to increase their publicity effect.
However, what is printed on this calendar poster at this moment is not the promotion of a certain candidate, but a propaganda poster.
In the middle of the picture is a gorgeous building. There is a long dining table in front of the building. There are turkeys, steaks, roasted pork ribs and other delicacies on the dining table. Everyone’s wine glasses are filled with red wine. A group of
People with medals of light sat around the dining table and feasted.
Next to the poster is a slogan divided into upper and lower sections.
[The eternal light will guide our path, allowing us to enjoy a life that will never be hungry in the Kingdom of God]
However, these two slogans were scrawled with blood, making it difficult to distinguish them. There was also a big ‘×’ drawn next to them.
He Ao walked to the closet and opened it.
There were still a few faded skirts and some white men's work clothes in the closet. Many of these clothes looked familiar to He Ao, having seen them in the previous room.
He Ao lowered his head and glanced at the diary in his hand.
The little girl in the red dress who was under the bed just now turned into this diary page. So is she the one who left this diary?
The little girl in the red dress under the bed and the little girl in the red dress in the cupboard are very similar in body shape and clothing. Could they be the same person?
The two rooms seem to have a certain 'relevance', and both have a page in the diary. Is this some kind of 'guidance' she gave herself?
He Ao glanced at the diary in his hand, and then at the cloth wardrobe in front of him.
Now that the room is 'safe', the only place where I can hide in this room, apart from under the bed, is the closet.
At this moment, the gray and black space has occupied nearly a quarter of the room, and has already touched the edge of the wardrobe.
If he had just sealed the door a little later, there is a high probability that the wardrobe would have been eroded by the gray-black space.
After a brief thought, He Ao put away the diary, walked into the closet, and zipped the closet from the inside.
boom--
At this moment, there was a sudden violent crash outside the room door.
It seemed like someone was banging on the door outside, trying to break into the room.
The gray-black space that was already static began to tremble, and seemed to continue to spread with the collision of the door.
However, the 'bullet casing pull bolt' made by He Ao was stuck in the slot, like a strong door lock, firmly blocking the door leaf.
After several violent knocks, the door did not open.
The crashing sound also stopped, and the trembling gray-black space became completely still.
And when the gray-black space was trembling, there seemed to be no change in the transformation of space in the closet.
It seems that as long as the gray-black space continues to spread in the room, the passage to the next room will not open.
In that case, the trick of leaving through the wardrobe without the gray-black space spreading to the wardrobe is probably not possible.
And the sound of the impact at the end...
He Ao, squatting in the closet, quietly felt the quiet state outside.
If what he had just thought about was not to use the 'lock rules' to repair the door, but to use the sofa in the house to hold the door against it, the door would probably have been knocked open.
The rules of this room are really insidious.
He Ao folded the diary in his hand and the previous diary page and put them away.
Although the two pages of the diary seemed to contain content that had nothing to do with the room, in fact, they both gave him a 'strategy guide' in a certain sense.
In the silent environment, He Ao felt that the scene around him began to change.
Those hanging clothes gradually turned into long ropes, and the strong smell of blood entered his nostrils.
The cloth cabinet door in front of him also turned into a double-open wooden cabinet door.
He Ao slowly opened the cabinet door in front of him and walked out.
He Ao looked back at the location he had just come out of, which seemed to be a locker with various ropes hanging from it.
At this moment, a noose fell from the sky and tried to wrap He Ao's neck from top to bottom.
He Ao directly raised the knight's sword and cut it upward.
The first time the knight's sword completely passed through the rope without touching the rope, then He Ao was covered with divine consciousness and swung his sword again, cutting the rope.
The entire rope fell to the ground and turned into a phantom and disappeared.
He Ao raised his head and found that the entire roof was hung with all kinds of food, including turkeys, steaks, roasted pork ribs, and bottles of attractive red wine.
He Ao vaguely felt that he had seen these foods somewhere.
Then he quickly recalled the food in the poster promoting the Kingdom of Eternal God in the previous room.
The moment he saw these foods, the rich aroma poured into He Ao's nostrils.
GuluGulu
A strong sense of hunger came over him instantly, prompting him to pick the food.
"Gonggonggong..."
The sound of violent and rapid eating reached He Ao's ears.
He Ao looked away from the food at the top of the ceiling and looked straight ahead.
This room seems to be a gorgeous and spacious hall, with all kinds of beautiful decorations dotted around it.
There was only a huge, towering round table in the whole room, which was filled with all kinds of delicacies. In front of the round table, there were several fat pigs that looked like they weighed thousands of kilograms.
These fat pigs all wore paper masks painted with light on their faces, and they gathered around the dining table to feast without hesitation.
The food on the ceiling kept falling and landed in the middle of the dining table, where it was picked up by the pig monsters.
And under the white tablecloth of this huge dining table, a little girl in a red dress was curled up under the tablecloth.
She raised her head and eagerly watched the big fat pigs eating and drinking above her head.
Her body was thinner than when He Ao saw him in the last room. She seemed to be extremely hungry, but the fat pig on top of her took all the oil and water into her mouth, and not a single bit fell down.
At this time, she saw He Ao standing behind the dining table.
She seemed a little surprised, then carefully passed through the gap between Fatty Pig's seats and walked up to He Ao.
Then she heard the growling sound in He Ao's stomach. She paused, turned her back to the dining table behind her, slowly took out a small piece of bread from the innermost side of her clothes, and handed it to He Ao.
At this moment, a noose fell from the sky, instantly caught the incomplete bread in her hand, and pulled it up to the sky.
Her eyes widened in an instant, and she wanted to reach out to grab the bread, but the speed of the rope was extremely fast, and it was already out of her reach in the blink of an eye.
Her face turned red and she jumped up to grab the piece of bread, but she couldn't.
At this moment, a white light flashed, the rope was cut instantly, and the small piece of bread fell back into her hand.
She widened her eyes and looked at the young man holding the knight's sword in surprise.
Then she handed the bread over again.
He Ao shook his head. He was not actually hungry. This feeling of hunger was a special influence brought about by this room. He could not be full with food.
"Wait me a moment."
He smiled and nodded gently at the girl.
Then, under the girl's doubtful gaze, he walked to the dining table and kicked a fat pig under the seat.
boom--
With a roaring sound, the exquisite high-backed seat was kicked open, and the pig monster wearing a paper mask fell to the ground.
He Ao stepped forward, grabbed the kicked-off seat, placed it in front of the towering table again, and then climbed onto the chair.
Standing at this height, he could clearly see the food on the table. He smiled and looked at the surprised pig monsters wearing radiant masks.
"Everyone, did you enjoy your meal?"
He placed his hand on the edge of the table, then jerked it upward.
