Chapter 203 Silent Hill in the Other World

For ten minutes after waking up, Sancher sat motionless on the floor like a doll.

There seemed to be some kind of shadowy existence in the thick fog. Although I couldn't see anything, I felt like there were people around me.

It’s so lively.

The task of the second ring of the trial is very simple, just survive in Silent Hill for more than 24 hours.

When Sancher found himself entering the other world, his heart was filled with ecstasy.

Maybe this is fate, just out of the idea of ​​​​finding someone to fight, he wandered in Centralia at night, and it seemed that he met a little girl, and Sancher entered the other world in a daze.

It's too easy.

Sancher had the idea that this test was tailor-made for him.

And the content of the second ring is to survive for 24 hours, haha, survive? What kind of danger could there be in a small town? To him, it was not simple.

Until he encountered those monsters while wandering around.

Sancher tried hard to control himself not to think about anything.

Those monsters... no, there is no way to describe them with words like monsters. Those... those things will smell human thoughts, come to them, and eat them.

He tried to resist.

Failed.

All efforts failed.

There are too many of those things. How can we defeat them?

I can't die even if I want to.

No matter how many times you return to the alley and open your eyes, the time required for the task will be doubled.

Has he died nine times now, or ten times?

forgotten.

Death is so terrible.

So scary, so scary, so scary.

Thinking this way, Sancher once again recalled the feeling of having his fingers eaten off.

So, naturally, he slowly revealed an intoxicated face.

By the way, I am still a mixed race, with noble dragon blood in my body.

The adults need me.

I really want to die.

Noisy whispers echoed in his mind.

When Sanchere came to his senses, he was horrified to find that he had left the alley where he had just woken up.

Wait, it's so quiet.

Sancher's eyes were bloodshot. He stared to the left for a moment, froze for a moment, and then suddenly bent over and looked behind him through his crotch without any warning.

"No!"

He knocked away bricks.

"No!"

He climbed onto the street lamp.

"No!"

He banged his head against the window, blood streaming from his face.

"nothing!"

Sancher blinks as rapidly as the wings of a bee.

"you!"

"you!"

"You things!"

"Where have you gone!"

"ah!"

"Where have you gone!"

"come out!"

"Come out, come out, come out!"

"Come out!"

Suddenly there was silence.

It was eerily quiet.

Sanchell raised the corners of his mouth like a puppet controlled by someone.

"I see."

"Aha, I know!"

The eyes that were so bulging that they almost burst their sockets were fixed on his stomach.

"You are hiding here!"

"Hehe, hehehe."

"Hey hey hey."

Sancher grabbed his stomach with both hands and pushed in the opposite direction, exerting force.

"Be good, let me take a look at you, hey, take a look..."

There was a rumble from somewhere.

It was like something huge and bloated had exploded, and you could hear the heart-wrenching sound of splashing liquid corroding the ground.

Sancher swayed several times in succession, as if he were having an epileptic seizure.

He looked around blankly.

A sharp pain in the abdomen came suddenly.

Sancher's expression changed. When he looked down upon his bloody belly, his pupils suddenly shrank, and memories of what he had done before flooded into his mind.

ah!

Sancher held his head and kept rolling on the ground, hitting his head on the ground again and again. Dark red blood splashed everywhere and disappeared quickly after falling on the ground.

"No! Run away!"

"Run away!"

"Quick...eat me!"

Sancher suddenly raised his head as if facing the enemy who killed his father.

There were nail scratches on his face, the corners of his eyes were burst, and blood flowed from both ears.

"Hurry up! Eat me!"

Something huge and unimaginable appeared.

It fell.

Either him or her or him.

Who knows? Who cares?

In the moments before death, Sancher miraculously calmed down.

He sat there, not running away, with a happy smile on his face.

Like an old monk who passed away sitting down.

Thick fog rolled in.

The huge thing stood silently.

standing alone

Listen, someone is crying.

Sancher opened his eyes, which were a pair of eyes that were so dark and lifeless, they looked like corpse-like eyes.

What came into view was deathly paleness.

The thick fog condensed a text on the ground.

"Congratulations on completing the first round of the trial and entering the other world."

"The second ring has been opened."

"Stay alive."

An icy countdown stretched before his eyes.

"24576"

…………

"Those things...what are they!"

Jack stuffed himself into the closet and only stared at the outside world with his widened left eye through the gap in the closet door.

Damn it, God above, Holy Mother above, my merciful Almighty Lord, look at your lost lamb!

If he could choose again, he would give himself a hard slap in the face when he was the idiot he was three days ago.

The Iron Throne? Bronze and fire? monarch? God?

This is something you, a little hunter, can get your hands on!

Why are you running here with your head hot? Oh, your head is so hot!

When Jack woke up and found that he had entered the other world, he was almost ecstatic.

The first round of the trial was completed easily!

Jack was smug and began to imagine his life after obtaining the Iron Throne.

From today on, this will be a new legend, oh no, the beginning of a new myth.

There is no doubt that he will become a god.

As for the second part of the mission, surviving for twenty-four hours is simply not worth the attention of the great Jack.

He has more important things to worry about, such as where to choose his Kingdom of God.

But what Jack didn't expect was that it was uncertain whether he would become a god today, but what was certain was that today was undoubtedly the most unforgettable nightmare in his life.

Jack didn't want to remember what he had gone through.

If he could just cut off part of his brain, he should be able to forget about it.

Ah ha, that's it, I'm such a genius!

Why do I need so many brains? I can just keep half of them. These can be dedicated to the adults!

He immediately shook his head.

When did it start? It seems... after his first death. Until now, he occasionally has strange symptoms of confusion and confusion.

It's like there's something else stuck in your head.

That guy kept talking and talking and it was annoying.

Jack was a little annoyed.

But he remained motionless in the closet.

He has had similar experiences. The trenches in the Middle East are much more uncomfortable than a wardrobe. They are humid and hot. Some people take off their shoes after soaking in them for a long time, and a few of their toes fall off.

Fortunately, he was a mixed race, a noble being with dragon blood flowing in his body. Although a place like the trench was terrifying, it still failed to do anything to the great Jack.

However, this wardrobe is different.

Jack didn't know how much time had passed.

The silence where he couldn't hear anything was driving him crazy.

When I looked out of the closet through the gap, I saw nothing but thick fog, white, white, still white.

Jack always felt that there was something hidden in the white.

But no matter, the great Jack is hiding in the closet!

You can’t find me hahaha!

Jack grinned alone.

It's just that after a long period of silence, I feel a little lonely.

It would be nice if someone could talk.

He didn't know why, but such an idea suddenly came to his mind.

By the way, I'm not the only one.

Smart Jack suddenly remembered the guy in his head.

So he listened attentively.

Listen to what that guy is saying.

Well, the sound is so small.

Well, why are you still laughing?

I'm so annoyed. Can you speak louder? You haven't eaten yet!

"Yeah, I didn't eat."

The guy in the head said this.

Jack suddenly felt something familiar.

I seem to have heard this voice somewhere.

But, where have you heard of it?

He thought hard and scratched his head, completely ignoring his original intention to hide it.

By the way, he remembered.

The person speaking is himself!

Jack, suddenly enlightened, smiled as happily as a child.

“How can we eat with food?”

Jack in his head said with a smile.

"Yeah, how can you eat with food?"

Jack in the closet said with a smile.

"Hurry up and let the adults eat it."

Jack in his head spoke softly.

"My lord, my lord!"

Jack in the closet opened the door.

Jack in his head smiled lowly.

"Boom!"

There was a loud noise in the distance somewhere.

Something huge and terrifying exploded.

"No!"

Jack in his head exclaimed in disbelief.

"impossible!"

Like a bucket of ice water being poured down on his face, Jack shivered. Slowly, fear filled his eyes. He remembered, he remembered, he remembered what had happened to him just now!

There is indeed something wrong with this place!

Jack found his hand pushing open the cabinet door, his expression changed drastically, and he quickly retracted. When he finally closed the door, he was nervous and cautious. After making sure that not a single sound was made, he breathed a heavy sigh of relief.

Almost...almost went out!

Jack took a deep breath silently, as if he was surviving a disaster.

He was congratulating himself on the fact that he had saved his life.

"Yeah yeah."

Jack in his head was also gasping for air.

"I almost... almost let you escape!"

"Hahaha, what are you talking about?"

Jack laughed at the other version of himself in his head.

"I've been hiding in the closet. How could such a safe place be in danger!"

Silent, silent.

Jack in his head laughed.

"Oh, really?"

"Look clearly, this is a wardrobe."

He laughed wildly.

"It's still an adult's stomach!"

In the bedroom, the old brown wardrobe made a banging sound, and there was the sound of something sharp scraping the wood. It sounded like it was directly scratching the scalp, and a non-human wailing came from inside.

Soon, everything calmed down.

A man in combat uniform appeared on the bed in the bedroom.

Jack's eyes shot open.

He stood up, quickly scanned the second ring trial information condensed in the thick fog on the wall, silently jumped out of bed, and looked around the bedroom.

When his eyes fell on the wardrobe, Jack paused.

It seemed like a voice was saying in his head.

"Safe, safe, it's safe when you get in!"

Jack did not act rashly. He meditated silently and reviewed the content of the trial again. As long as he survived two...well, as long as he survived ninety-six hours, he would be able to pass the second trial.

This is too simple, it’s just ninety-six hours!

Jack thought lightly and turned his attention to the closet again.

Speaking of which, as long as he hides in this closet, wouldn't the trial be easily completed?

"Haha, you are such a smart Jack!"

"The same to you."

Jack talks to Jack in his head like this.

Then he smiled and got into the closet.

He didn't know if it was because of the age of the wardrobe, but he found that there were dark brown wood textures on the door, which were messy and irregular. They must have been graffiti by children, but Jack didn't take it to heart.

Jack slowly closed the cabinet door.

The sound of the wardrobe closing at the end was like a burp from some nameless monster.

Jack stuffed himself into the closet and stared at the outside world through the gap with his left eye wide open.

…………

Spider cuts and unsheathes.

The bright sword light is like a bright moon on the spring.

Yuan Zhisheng let out a light sigh.

He had clearly hit it, but why was there nothing left in front but mist?

Yuan Zhisheng felt something existed in the surrounding fog, staring at him.

But for some reason, they didn't get close, they just surrounded Yuan Zhisheng.

Reason, yes, reason.

Sure enough, the place where the burgers were originally placed was empty. Yuan Zhisheng frowned slightly and took out a pink flashlight like a children's toy.

He was sure that there was no such thing in his belongings.

Pressing the switch, a small beam of light came on.

Yuan Zhisheng raised his eyebrows and thought for a long time.

"Sakura, Yasha, Crow."

he murmured.

As if he had made a certain decision, Yuan Zhisheng's handsome face was solemn. He walked into the thick fog with a child's flashlight.

It was magical to say that the flashlight seemed to have some kind of magic power. When he held it and moved forward, all the things in the thick fog moved away from him, and the man's surroundings were clean.

Yuan Zhisheng didn't care.

He just wants to find his companions as soon as possible.

This world is too weird, and it always gives him a bad premonition. He is very worried about the safety of his partners.

Sure enough, bad premonitions always come true.

Yuan Zhisheng's footsteps stopped.

He slowly raised his head.

The huge existence in the thick fog revealed the tip of its iceberg.

This is something far beyond what ordinary people realize.

Even the young master of the Eight Sheqi Family had horror in his eyes.

But he didn't retreat.

Yuan Zhisheng dimly extinguished the flashlight, put it in his arms, and put it away properly.

The boy raised his windbreaker.

Each hand holds the saber hanging on his waist.

Famous Sword: Spider Cut!

Famous sword: Doji cut!

Unsheath!

Yuan Zhisheng lowered his body slightly and lit up his golden eyes.

He said.

"Kill the ghost!"

Thick fog rolled in.

Yuan Zhisheng opened his eyes and shook his head.

The scenes that happened before flashed through my mind.

Not a shred of information is missing.

I've already died once.

He sighed like this.

The huge monster seemed to appear in front of him again.

Is this really a human... is this guy really something that a hybrid can handle?

Yuan Zhisheng pondered.

Until a loud bang woke him up.

After a moment of confusion, the director of the Japanese Executive Bureau suddenly raised his head and looked in a certain direction.

There……

Yes, you can’t go wrong!

It's that huge monster!

So, dead?

who is it!

Yuan Zhisheng stood quietly where he was.

He thought in confusion that someone could kill that giant beast.