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Chapter 3 Tribute
Xu Le slowly put down the musket. Although he said it lightly, the trembling fingers that had nowhere to rest revealed some of his mood at this time.

Looking at the red and white in front of him, Xu Le took a deep breath:

"Solve it?"

After a while, he said to himself again:
"It's resolved."

Sitting on the creaking bed, Xu Le felt that his pants were sticking to his butt, which made him uncomfortable.

His blank mind gradually had some ideas. He was thinking about whether he should make some post-war conclusions after he killed the first monster in his life.

After thinking for a while, he wrote on the bed board with charcoal:

"I probably won, and Lao Zhou is already dead anyway.

I want to light a cigarette for myself, but I find that I don't have a cigarette, and I don't know how to smoke.

There is no reason for this sadness, looking sadly at Lao Zhou under his feet, I probably killed him.

I have two thoughts about my appointment, one is that I don’t want to die here, and the other is that I don’t want to die here. "

After writing this, the corners of Xu Le's mouth twitched. Is this a post-war summary?
When will we quit the bad habit of writing about Lu Shuwen.

He glanced at Lao Zhou's body again, and silently wiped away the Lu Shuwen.

In my heart, I probably felt a little guilty towards Lao Zhou.

Xu Le narrowed his eyes.

"One more left!"

After cleaning up his clothes briefly, Xu Le began to check the musket.

Being able to headshot a living corpse with one shot is enough to show that the power of the musket is sufficient.

Load the round bullets and re-bolt the gun.

After doing everything, Xu Le, who had experience in killing the enemy, became more confident.

He forced himself to be quiet, and began to look for the hot feeling before.

The image of eating too many mushrooms reappeared in front of his eyes.

But this time, there is no hint of weird text.

There is no mention of the weirdness that will appear at 0 o'clock in the middle of the night.

Xu Le was a little puzzled, but he remembered those words.

The house is dilapidated, and these strange reminders will appear at 0 o'clock, which were clearly written at the time.

Judging from the previous situation, there should be a new reminder at this time.

But now, why is there no response?
Xu Le doesn't have a clock, so he can only count the numbers silently in his heart to predict the strange occurrence, trying to correspond to the upcoming 0 o'clock as much as possible.

Grab your musket and prepare for the second monster you might encounter.

298, 299, 300...

Xu Le: ?
I have already counted to 300, and my own counting rhythm is not fast. After all, it should be more than 0 o'clock in the middle of the night, but why does the weirdness not appear?

Well, I think it's probably scared...

Bah, bah, bah, can you stop getting sick at this time?
Xu Le did not relax himself. He held up the gun in his hand and counted another 600.

He didn't put down the gun helplessly until his arms were sore and the toner in his hands was soaked with sweat and sticky together.

Exhaustion made him a little sluggish, but he dared not relax.

"Really gone?"

Xu Le still didn't let go of the gun. Weapons are the real guarantee of safety.

He wouldn't throw weapons on the ground casually for that little food and water like those idiots in the TV series.

Xu Le looked at the biscuits and water that he put aside, and licked his chapped lips due to excessive dehydration.

"That's true...but I'm really thirsty."

He moved his body, picked up the water bottle, and struggled to unscrew the cap with one hand.

Then while squinting ahead, he took a few gulps of "ton ton ton".

call!
The back sweated profusely again. Xu Le knew that this was a natural stress response of the body after a short period of water replenishment, and it was normal.

After calming down for a breath, he held the musket in his arms.

Xu Le started to eat the biscuits and the flattened bread.

The taste of this biscuit is not bad, not very delicate, but the taste of chives really makes the hungry Xu Le's index finger move.

He ate more than a dozen yuan in a row, and almost finished the pack of compressed biscuits, before slowly heaving a sigh of relief.

Squeak!

There was a soft sound at the door, and Xu Le immediately stood up holding his gun, but it was just an ordinary mouse that appeared at the door.

The sound just now was just the sound of it stepping on a small piece of wood.

Even living things like mice appeared, and those weird words did not continue to prompt.

Xu Le's tense mood finally calmed down.

My eyelids are heavy, but I can't sleep at this time, it's too dangerous.

Supporting his body, Xu Le began to add some damp firewood.

The musty smell was spreading in the room, but Xu Le enjoyed the smell a little bit. This was probably the feeling of being alive.

Xu Le stared at the constantly beating flames with a peaceful expression.

Until... Squeak!

Another mouse appeared at the door of the house, and it seemed to be in that same position.

Xu Le was still nervous. He held the gun and glanced up. After confirming that there was no problem, he returned his attention to the food in his hand.

"Huh, I'm so nervous."

After a long time, Xu Le's nervousness gradually calmed down.

He estimated that nearly 10 minutes had passed.

Except that the air is more stuffy than before, nothing else has changed.

Xu Le thought that the sweltering heat was probably due to being too close to the bonfire.

He got up and shook his clothes, letting the biscuit crumbs fall to the floor.

Then sat on the ground again, holding the gun, humming a little song like those veterans who failed to return home:
"The Evening Star is like your eyes killing and setting fire.

You don't have to say anything, the wild wind disturbs me..."

Squeak!

The little tune that had just been hummed was interrupted by the uninvited guest who appeared again.

It's still the door, it's still the same position, it's still the mouse.

Xu Le lowered his head, his hair covered his eyes, and after a while, he raised his head again.

In addition to confusion, there was also some suspicion in the eyes.

mouse?

Still that mouse!Same size, same position, same sound.

When Xu Le looked at that position again, the mouse was no longer there.

The wind blew in again, stirring the bonfire in front of Xu Le, and drying the sweat on Xu Le's body.

Xu Le, who had always felt very dry and hot, suddenly felt a little cold at this moment.

He looked outside the house, it was so dark that he couldn't see anything clearly.

But he always felt that there seemed to be something extra in that darkness.

Xu Le grasped the musket in his hand, but his heartbeat and breathing had already begun to speed up unnaturally.

Faster and faster, faster and faster!

drink ~ drink ~!

As time passed, Xu Le, who was getting more and more difficult to breathe, panted heavily, but even so, the feeling of being out of breath did not ease in the slightest.

He raised his gun and looked around, but there was nothing at all.

He realized something, but he had no idea how to save himself.

Until the mouse that appeared repeatedly appeared at the door again.

boom!
Xu Le shot without hesitation, as if this was his last chance.

He didn't know if he had hit the mouse, the feeling of suffocation had already blurred his vision.

After shooting, the air froze for a moment, and the flame in front of him finally twisted again.

[The current house is in a dilapidated and unsealed state, and 3 seconds later, at 0:1 midnight, a level [-] weirdness will appear. 】

In addition to the text, the accented whisper also appeared.

[You are going to die!do you need my help?But you have no tribute. 】

Xu Le took a sudden breath, his blurred vision gradually became clear, and the feeling of suffocation dissipated.

Xu Le raised his gun and looked towards the door, then reloaded and pulled the bolt in a panic.

Nothing happened.

No mice, no suffocation, and no more cold.

Xu Le breathed a sigh of relief, and wanted to wipe his sweat with his sleeves, but he suddenly found that his arms were a bit heavy.

Immediately afterwards, he remembered the indistinct whisper just now.

Are you going to die?
Thinking of this sentence, Xu Le suddenly looked to his right as if he had noticed something.

Old Zhou!

An old Zhou was standing there, grinning and smiling at him.

bump!
Xu Le raised his hand and shot again, but when the bullet passed through Lao Zhou's body, it only produced circles of ripples, as if passing through an invisible water surface.

Lao Zhou smiled and walked towards Xu Le. At this distance, it was too late to change bullets.

And even if the bullet is replaced, it has no effect.

In the panic, everything around Xu Le was distorted.

【Fear is a delicacy that all weirdos taste, and your fear will attract them. 】

[Countdown to the Tribulation of the Red Moon: 1 day, 23 hours, 59 minutes and 56 seconds]

【You are really going to die!Pity. 】

The prompts, words, and whispers made Xu Le's entire senses confused.

As Lao Zhou approached, the feeling of suffocation became stronger and stronger.

Xu Le's face had turned purple at this time. He opened his mouth wide, but couldn't breathe in air.

Seeing Lao Zhou's figure, he walked through the campfire without hindrance.

Xu Le already understood that this second one was weird and had no entity at all!
How to kill without entity?
This kind of weirdness is completely incomprehensible to him at this moment.

He is dying!

Death was about to come, and the heat became more and more intense. His fear and anger seemed to be cleared at this moment.

His mind briefly ushered in a moment of clarity, and then he shouted:
"I have a tribute, help me!"

(End of this chapter)