after falling asleep

Chapter 891 62. Hell and Heaven

The sound of the waves never stops.

Looking at Haiya Beach, Xu Xiaoning struggled to dig the sand trap under his feet.

When the brown gravel was lifted and the deep silt emerged, new content appeared on his status bar.

[Construction (common) sequence 9-9]

……

The sound of the waves in my ears is non-stop day and night.

In the dry forest on the nameless island, you can hardly dig the pit under your feet.

When the gray soil was uncovered, and the stone flakes cut off the roots of the knot tree, new content appeared on his status bar.

[Construction (common) sequence 9-9]

It should be changed to open ground to dig a hole... I can't think of it.Although the dry forest helps to hide the figure, the roots under the soil seriously hinder the speed of excavation. Maybe only the tomb to accommodate oneself can be dug out when it is dark.

If it's at the beach...

Wangwen Wenqie, who had been thinking about it for so long, suddenly stopped moving, and looked up into the depths of the dry forest.

He seemed to hear a rustling sound, was it the wind blowing...

……

Puzzled, Xu Xiaoning paid attention to returning to the bunker.

Maybe he just misheard. Many players were talking on the beach. Mishearing is normal, but auditory hallucinations...

Xu Xiaoning glanced at the status bar. For "Wanghaiyaman", there is no low sanity state.

And when he lowered his head and continued to dig, the calling whisper sounded again.

"Xu Xiaoning..."

……

Wangwen Wenqie, who confirmed that he heard correctly, suddenly raised his head and stared at the depths of the dry forest.

Nothing can go wrong, and there is no wind...something wanders the forest.

Reluctantly sweeping through the dirt pit that could hold him, seeing that Wenwen Wenqi didn't cover up the traces, he even dug the dirt a few more times on purpose, and then quietly withdrew and backed away.

I only hope that the existence in the depths of the dry forest can be temporarily confused.

The sudden cold touch spread from the buttocks to the whole body, and Wang Wen Wen Qi froze his body.

Just a trunk...just a trunk...

Wangwen Wenqian comforted himself, but the fact should be that there was nothing in his backward position.

At the same time, at the edge of the line of sight, a shadow quietly envelops the still Wang Wenqian.

……

"Aaaaaaaaaa!!!"

Xu Xiaoning screamed and crawled back, away from the source of his fear - the bunker he dug itself.

"Did you wake up Mu Susu who had been sleeping for hundreds of years?" Mu Su sullenly popped his head from the edge of the sandpit.

"Young architect, what you lost was this trowel..." Mu Su lifted up the vague shovel-shaped mud block, and swung the shovel hidden behind his back violently: "It's still this wooden shovel!"

The afterimage brushed against Xu Xiaoning's scalp, scraping off a few strands of hair, and the latter screamed and ran away in shock.

【Old Wooden Shovel】

【tool】

【normal】

【It is difficult to distinguish a wooden shovel from any wood chips. 】

*Things that are used without tools.

Equipment without any value is better than not having money.

Mu Su raised his eyes to look in the direction where Xu Xiaoning was fleeing, and stepped on the footprints left behind.

……

"Huh...huh..."

Wang Wen Wen Qie held his chest that was about to burst, staggered into the tide, and threw himself onto the shallows.

With an unobstructed view of the empty sandy beach, he seemed to have moved away from the enveloping shadow—

Wangwen Wenqie suddenly turned behind him, there was nothing but the waves pushing against the shore.

The shadow seems to be far away, but I feel uneasy when I look at it, and I always feel that some kind of gaze is close at hand.Slightly startled, he slowly rolled his eyes, falling towards the reflection licking himself...

……

Xu Xiaoning, who survived the catastrophe, hid in the hut, staring in horror at the trembling latch.

Gala Gala——

The door shook violently, and was firmly caught by the latch.

After more than ten seconds, the trembling wooden door stopped and fell into silence.

The presence in the hallway seems to have departed.

Gradually, Xu Xiaoning's attention fell from the corridor outside the door to the hustle and bustle behind the window.

"Have you heard that Musu was resurrected at our Wanghai Cliff..."

"I just saw him heading for the beach. Hear that? Screams on the beach."

Isn't that what happened to me?

Xu Xiaoning paid attention to talking outside the window and listened quietly.

An angry voice sounded: "We just watch him wreak havoc in our place? We should get together and drive him away!"

"Go away?"

"That's it...that's it! Do you understand?"

In Xu Xiaoning's mind, a player ran his palm across his neck.

"Uh...not really. After all, Musu didn't mess with us, and he just helped the players in the tournament get out of trouble..."

"If you don't resist completely, you don't resist at all! When I think of Musu on our Wanghai Cliff, I worry, if you don't do it, I will do it!"

The voice said excitedly, and then there was the sound of slapping the glass.

"Are there any players inside? Listen to me! Musu has arrived at our Wanghai Cliff, we should work together to drive him away."

Xu Xiaoning hesitated - the lost wooden shovel really hurt him.It was one of the few props of "Wanghaiyaman".

"Come out quickly, let's drive away Musu together."

The patting and invitation sounded again, and Xu Xiaoning, who was born with courage, turned to the window.

Then he saw that Musu's face was deformed against the glass, staring straight at himself in the room, repeating the voice he heard.

"Why don't you come out? Come out quickly..."

……

Such a thing is horribly indescribable.

Wang Wenwen, who was dragged into the sea by the reflection, panicked.

The more he struggled, the more intense the tearing became. The cold sea water poured into his lungs, and the choking and lack of oxygen made it difficult to continue thinking.

At this moment, he caught a glimpse of Qianye's speeches in the comments that were difficult to distinguish between true and false.

"What are you doing?"

"Why drag yourself into the sea?"

"There are only seven sanity points left, is it controlled by the illusion?"

He couldn't recognize it at all, but when struggling was useless, he chose to let go of his palm.

Then, the strength to pull yourself into the water is gone.Wangwen Wenqie raised his mouth again, coughing violently.

"Cough, cough, cough—"

Wangwen Wenqie, with tears and snot running down his nose, raised his head, his hazy vision was far away, and he saw creepy shadows covering and spreading.

He still couldn't tell whether it was delirium or the terrible truth...

……

The screaming players fled in all directions.

The figure of Mu Su chasing them appeared.

The unlucky Poop Pill in the crowd was pushed down by someone. When he was struggling to get up, the shadow had already enveloped his whole body.

"I'm not afraid of you!"

The poop yelled bitterly.

And Musu just looked down at him with an evil smile, "Secret technique! Snow dancing for nine days!"

Musu rubbed his black hair frantically, the snow-like gravel fell, and he lost his eyes of Shiowanwan.

He seemed to recall that snowstorm night, his father resolutely stepped into the snowstorm while he was crying.

……

Wangwen Wenqie slowly opened his eyes, the blurry beach was empty and nothing happened.

really just an illusion...

He smiled wryly and glanced at the sanity bar that had "nine tenths" left. In Qianye's reminder, the actual sanity value was "seven tenths".

Delirium tampered with his vision.

Although Wangwenwenqie thinks that this kind of illusion can bring a sense of substitution and excitement, but it is really a bit foul...

It's just that when Wangwen Wenqian, who had been a false alarm, returned to the excavation site, his eyes froze.

A pair of footprints that don't belong to him, that don't belong to humans, are on the dug soft soil.

(End of this chapter)