nashuaworldcup Chapter 565 [Domain - Second Gate] Tomorrow
Chapter 565 [Domain - Second Gate] Tomorrow
"tomorrow?"
In the dark stairwell, a figure leaned against the wall with his head down, most of his body shrouded in shadow, only his expressionless face exposed to the moonlight.
"tomorrow."
He opened his mouth and answered his question in another voice.
"You're in luck," the gentle voice said. "Your 'curse' will disappear tomorrow."
"But you were different from them to begin with, weren't you?"
Are they different?
Ren Yu smiled, but not a single muscle on his face showed any emotion.
Yes, he's different.
On the contrary... he was much luckier than those people.
Before other newcomers to the realm went through all that trouble, searching for curses and learning about backstories.
Ren Yu had already found the most convenient shortcut, a method that would give him a higher survival rate than anyone else.
He was inside the second door, where he didn't have to "really" experience any curse at all.
Unlike the red bowl, which is for repaying the wife's ghost; the mourning clothes, which are for repaying Ma Zhao's wish...
Because Li Changming, as the previous cursed one, is already dead!
To be precise, it was the source of the curse, the silk doll now sitting on his shoulder, that severed the bond.
Without the source of the curse, Li Changming was no longer the hotel's so-called "key guest," and was no different from the interns.
This identity will be taken over by Ren Yu.
However, unlike what others speculated, he was passively manipulated by the silk doll.
To be precise, it was during the final liquidation of the hotel that he proactively found a way to survive!
The altered vow, which he then took over, was already fulfilled by Ren Yu, who simply led the silk figure out of the first door.
This also means that he was automatically assigned to the silk doll at the second door.
He didn't need to personally experience any curse.
The only problem...
Ren Yu's eyes slid awkwardly in their sockets, very slowly, like a puppet rather than a human.
His gaze fell on his chest.
There were cracks there, like the patterns on a shattered porcelain vase.
It's getting bigger.
His body temperature had dropped to that of a corpse.
"You won't die."
"He won't die by my hand."
He opened his mouth and changed his tone; the gentle voice seemed to have sensed his thoughts.
What is your purpose in doing all this?
After a brief silence, a barely perceptible glint flashed in Ren Yu's eyes, and he asked in his own voice.
Just as the silk doll manipulated him, he also glimpsed a degree of maneuverability from the clues provided by the silk doll.
He didn't quite understand why the silk-man wanted to control him to come to Zhou Liang's house, obtain clues about the wife ghost, and then send them to other entrants.
In particular, Ren Yu could clearly sense that even the source of the curse was extremely wary of Zhou Liang's "wish".
Ghosts certainly can't save people. So, should they save those who have entered the realm? ...But it doesn't matter, I'm not in the red bowl group anyway.
The silk figure did not answer.
Ren Yu shut his mouth.
But his mind was racing with thoughts: the incense burner, the red bowl, the paper figure, and the silk doll on his body...
Each one represents a different curse.
Ren Yu already had a subtle idea about the source of these curses.
If his prediction comes true, then this domain will be an unprecedentedly fruitful harvest.
In the silence.
The silk figure sat on Ren Yu's shoulder, its lifelike face slowly turning toward the house at the end of the corridor.
That was Zhou Liang's home.
"The tomorrow you mentioned... is it related to Zhou Liang's [wish]?" Ren Yu noticed the silk doll's gaze.
"Correct."
"what happens?"
"I do not know."
"...What exactly do you want to do with that wish you mentioned?"
"I do not know."
The silk figure repeated it.
"Perhaps it's to open a door for you... or perhaps..."
"A farewell feast has been prepared for you."
........
"Dududu-"
The hard floor pressed against my arm, and the cold temperature of the ground seeped into my bones.
My whole body aches.
Feng Yao's eyelids were so heavy she could barely lift them. She was quite certain her face was swollen, and her hazy memory made it hard for her to be sure what had attacked her.
Top of head...?
Behind you?
Wait, what was I doing back then?
Oh, right, the unfinished building... windows, eyes.
Eye?
A bizarre scene flashed through Feng Yao's mind, and her heart clenched as if it were being squeezed, causing her to gasp for breath in pain.
Outside the windows in the concrete walls, there was only bottomless darkness.
But it wasn't darkness; it was a giant eyeball, pitch black, like a deep well.
This eye floats outside, gazing silently at her through the window!
No, don't think about it—
Immediately afterwards, her muddled mind managed to piece together a few memories.
Luo Weicheng, look for Wu Hui... Has he found her?
wrong.
Who attacked me?
Am I already possessed by a ghost?
The ringing in her ears gradually faded, and Feng Yao's eyelashes trembled. She blinked several times before she could barely open her swollen eyelids a crack.
The stark white, flickering light pierced her eyes.
Everything in front of her was blurry. After a few seconds of reaction, Feng Yao suddenly realized that she was lying on the ground.
Her face was pressed against the dirty tiles.
Actually, Feng Yao couldn't see very clearly... For some reason, her eyesight had deteriorated significantly.
The same goes for hearing.
But the question now is, where is she?
It was cramped and smelled musty, like a toilet... How could she be in a toilet?
"Dududu-"
Just then, something in the distance flashed and seemed to vibrate.
Is it a cell phone?
She shakily reached out and retrieved the phone to her side.
Someone called.
In the double image, Feng Yao weakly patted the screen a few times before pressing the answer button.
"Hey?"
An annoyed male voice rang out.
"......****, are you pretending to be dead again?"
?
Feng Yao's lips moved, but the ringing in her ears meant she could only catch snippets of words, all of which were profanities.
But... she had no recollection of that voice at all.
Who?
She managed to open her mouth, and a strong smell of blood rushed up. Feng Yao's hazy consciousness was suddenly stimulated by her survival instinct, and she regained consciousness for a brief second.
She was bleeding internally.
She was beaten up.
Not from the back, but from the whole body, including the head and face?
The moment this thought appeared, the numbness and dull pain that enveloped her body suddenly became incredibly real, causing her to break out in a cold sweat!
She couldn't help but recall everything she had experienced outside the Splendid Garden.
He was run over by a truck, his limbs crushed, experiencing the extreme pain before death...
and many more.
What's the date today?
How long have I been unconscious?
Has it already been three days?
I'm dying?
I'm dying!