"It's really bad."

A hand had already reached over, pinching his chin, forcing him to straighten his face and looking directly at Ren Yifei's delicate face.

The deliveryman looked at this face, and a mouthful of blood rushed to his throat.

"Look at me, why don't you look at me? Am I not good-looking? Or, you don't like it anymore?

"Because I can't see, so you feel imperfect?"

His smile was still so gentle and healing, like a spring breeze, but the tone behind him became more and more dangerous. It makes people suspect that he will say dangerous words like 'die if you don't like it' in minutes.

It's too familiar... The delivery guy just feels like he's facing a mirror. His heart shattered and he was bleeding.

The script was repeated over and over again, just to wait for him, and then kill him with his own hands. But what you have to wait for is such a person?

A smiling 'angel' with black wings?

In order to complete the desire of perfect works, he endured torture and torture, and never felt pain. But today, all memories have turned into knives, opening his eyes over and over again, so that he, the real 'blind man', can see what the world looks like.

The feeling of his belief breaking down hurt him more than any punishment.

With one breath stuck in his chest, the deliveryman suddenly opened his mouth, spat out the cloth stuffed in his mouth, and coughed out a mouthful of blood: "Song Bozhi? Song Bozhi!"

Ren Yifei stretched out his hand to wipe off the blood on the opponent's chin, sniffed, and pulled his gentle expression into a bright smile: "It's blood."

This small rental house is a small cage, and Ren Yifei is the supervisor, the judge, and the executioner.

The only bird in prison is the deliveryman, but the funny thing is that he always thought he was the one in control, and could calmly appreciate the beauty of the prey being carefully hunted.

"Didn't you always like me? So I'm so happy, I don't know what to do? How do you want to die? Come, choose one." Ren Yifei continued.

"I'll keep you intact. ... Oh, don't worry, I've taught myself how to keep a corpse. I'll keep you well, change your clothes, buy you toys, you just have to stay with me I'm enough."

Ren Yifei touched the deliveryman's face with blood on his warm and delicate fingers. The more real the smile on his face, the colder the deliveryman's heart was.

How to torture a paranoid?

To smash his most perfect work, completely destroy it.

People who like Song Bozhi are harmless? Like his appearance? Like it enough to kill him?

Poor guy, enjoy this moment, the next second you are about to reach heaven and fall into the abyss, despair and pain follow.

I want you to savor this kind of "happiness" that you have brought to people!

The deliveryman looked at his smiling face, and countless memories appeared in his mind. From the first time he met this shy blind young man.

Even though he was in misfortune, he was chasing the sun like a sunflower. Before he knew it, the deliveryman was attracted to him.

Because I like it so much, I want to keep it and let him stay in this moment forever and ever.

but……

fake!

all fake!

The feeling of being betrayed, deceived, and fooled made the delivery man almost breathless. He looked at this "angel" smiling face, and everything in the past became an illusion.

He couldn't tell what was real and what was fake.

Maybe this is a nightmare.

Wake up, wake up!

The cup on the coffee table vibrated, the bookshelf shook, Ren Yifei raised his head, he felt the earthquake.

The tremor was getting stronger and stronger, and it was even a little unsteady.

There will also be sudden earthquakes in the copy world?

Standing on the stairs, Samant looked up at the world, feeling overwhelmed for the first time.

The dungeon world began to crumble, the apartment building cracked into several plates in front of his eyes, and a bone-scratching cold wind blew from the cracks.

The world begins to crumble from the edge.

A hole was opened in the sky above his head, and huge pieces were smashed down, and the underground buildings and cars were smashed.

Everything is like the end of the world.

In the garden of the apartment building, there were a few old people with grandchildren standing, but these NPCs were all fixed at this moment and turned into white wax figures. The wax figures are melting and disappearing.

Terrified players run out.

"What happened?" The student-like player ran to the garden, and the ground cracked under his feet. Startled, he climbed onto a car, jumped up the stairs, and looked back at Earthshatter in shock.

The elderly player also came out of the house, holding a strange prop in his hand.

There was an irregular hole in the sky, and there was a black mist at the black hole, with red eyes flashing, poking at the hole, staring at the players, drooling.

Samant felt a chill.

"Why did the dungeon world collapse?" The student-like player asked for help from the more experienced player, "What should we do now?"

The old player was speechless for a long time in the face of this day's shattering.

The three players looked at each other, neither knowing what had happened nor how to deal with it.

"I seem to have heard," Samman recalled a rumor, "The dungeon world exists based on the obsession of a 'ghost', but once the 'ghost' collapses on its own, the dungeon world will cease to exist."

"Can the ghost collapse on its own?" The student-like player felt that he was about to collapse, "What should we do?"

"I also find it strange." Saman quickly recalled all the previous details.

"Ghosts" killed countless people, and even had the mood to kill players to give gifts to Obsession. How could such a disposition collapse casually?

Obsession?

"?!" Saman suddenly thought of something, he turned back suddenly, and looked at the top of the stairs, the room of the blind young man.

The room of the blind young man at this moment.

"Although I don't know what's going on," Ren Yifei had had enough. He wiped the blood from his fingers onto the deliveryman's clothes and wiped it off with disgust, "Forget it, let's end it here."

With clean fingers, the deliveryman's chin was smashed, so that he could clearly see his expression at the moment: "I identify, the character's name is Zheng Hui, the real identity is Zheng Hui, and he is a 'ghost'."

The card moved slightly, and the identification was established.

The deliveryman stared at him blankly: "Your eyes?" There is light.

With a sound of "Crack!", the door was kicked open, bounced off the wall, and was pushed to the wall with a slap.

Saman held the door with one hand and stared at the situation inside, forgetting to breathe.

Ren Yifei had already stood up straight, raised his eyebrows and smiled at him: "I'm sorry, you're late."

"You are..." Saman took a few seconds to react, "Are you a player?"

"Player?!" The deliveryman finally recovered.

They almost shouted in unison, while Ren Yifei just spread his hands, raised his head and asked, "Why isn't there an earthquake?"

"You can see... you're not him."

The ghost who recovered his true body trembled, and in an unbelievable tone, he asked cautiously, "So, Song Bozhi, or Song Bozhi?"

My white moonlight, or white moonlight?

Wearing Song Bozhi's skin, Ren Yifei smiled shyly and reservedly, with a gentle voice: "Xiao Zheng, are you delivering food today?"

'Xiao Zheng' shuddered.

"What's the situation?" The student-like player and the old-timer player rushed to the rear. They looked at Ren Yifei who was standing and the deliveryman tied up, dazed and puzzled.

What happened?

Why can't I understand it?

Saman walked to Ren Yifei in a few steps, took off his gloves, and stretched out his hand: "Saman."

Ren Yifei looked at his hand, this was the first time he saw him take off his gloves.

He smiled: "A scar on your hand?"

That's why Saman refuses to take off his gloves when they go out to dinner.

Saman slapped himself very calmly: "Not anymore."

Ren Yifei looked at him for a while, chuckled lightly, reached out and shook hands with him, and parted at the touch: "A Fei."

The two players onlookers finally remembered, and the student player's voice changed in surprise: "You! Aren't you an NPC?"

When they looked for the ninth person, they also guessed the NPCs, but no one suspected 'Song Bozhi'.

No reason for him...

Isn't this TM blind? !

"So the 'ghost' that collapsed is..." The old player was in a trance, and following his words, several eyes were fixed on the deliveryman who was in extreme embarrassment at the moment.

So, is it crashed by the player?

Elderly players try their best to control the corners of their mouths, not to raise them too high, but...

"Hahahaha-"

He was out of control.

"It's the first time I've seen a boss driven crazy by players, hahahahaha."

The delivery man looked coldly at the student-like player who was reshaped by Sanguan, and the old man who laughed until tears came out. Now that the level is cleared, the 'ghost' can no longer damage the player, not to mention that it is not after eleven o'clock in the evening.

He looked at Ren Yifei, who was carefully cleaning up the blood on his hands, with complicated emotions churning in his heart.

"You are now qualified to challenge me." After playing so much, it's for this, right? Don't players want to conquer them?

Ren Yifei sat beside the bed and waited for the last time. He didn't even bother to give the 'ghost' a look: "I'm not ready, I don't need it, I don't want it."

This refusal hit the deliveryman three times in a row: "Why? I'm not strong enough?"

"No reason," Ren Yifei frowned, "Rather than a challenge, I want you to stay here and live a life without Song Bozhi, infinite reincarnation."

His brows loosened again, with a smile on his face: "You have all the memories of the game, right? Then I'm really looking forward to your future life."

This is really exciting.

The most exciting thing is that it makes sense.

The deliveryman can almost think of the future life. He is in a hopeless hell, facing a group of stupid and reckless players every day.

Life is like water in a stagnant ditch.

Is that the future he wants?

The deliveryman stood up from the chair at once, the rope was automatically untied, and the clothes on his body also changed, turning into a black uniform.

The deliveryman stood there, but he didn't look like a deliveryman anymore. His hair was neatly combed back, revealing a full forehead and hideous scars, and there were several things like knuckle dolls standing on his shoulders.

"The first time I met, I'm Zheng Hui, a puppet master, and I can manipulate anything tangible."

The puppet master who suddenly became evil bent down at Ren Yifei, propped up the wooden bed with one hand, and narrowed his eyes: "Don't you want to get me?"

Ren Yifei looked at him, the puppet master smiled confidently.

The next second, this smile and himself were kicked out.

"Stay away from me. Mother Chunzhi, sweep the garbage."

The kind old lady appeared in the room with the blue smoke, and a hemp rope fell from the sky, locked the puppet master's throat, and hoisted him up.

The puppet master struggled desperately, and a thin thread like spider silk stretched out from his hand, but in the next second it was cut directly by the large scissors brought out by Grandma Harue.

"You are not as good as me, but you can lock me?" The puppet master was surprised.

Grandma Haruzhi doesn't speak, the R card with 100% favorability can even be head-to-head with SSR, it's just an SR.

"It's very easy to knock you down, and it's the same thing to conquer you. I just don't want to, understand?" Ren Yifei looked at Granny Chunzhi, who raised her hand to loosen the hemp rope and returned to Ren Yifei's side.

Seeing this, Saman's eyes widened a millimeter in surprise: the first time he saw a 'ghost', he took the initiative to invite the player to challenge, but was kicked away by the player.

I don't know what happened before, but the boss not only didn't get angry, but he seemed to have ulterior motives. That gesture was not so much a provocation as it was a gesture of kindness and an invitation.

The puppet master got up from the ground, brushed the dust off his body, and walked over again.

This time he didn't get too close, but stopped where he could kick his feet: "Is this your real temperament? Sure enough, it's completely different from Bozhi. Bozhi is slender, white, and fragile, like a ceramic. And you, You are my kind."

He looked around and smiled bitterly: "Actually, I should have known that since my obsession is Song Bozhi, they will never allow Song Bozhi to appear.

"I've played this game forty-eight times, and Song Bozhi has been a player forty-eight times. Playing it forty-eight times will yield the same result."

As he said that, he looked at Ren Yifei: "Since it falls into the hands of these mindless reckless men, it's better to go with you. I'm a manipulator, and I'm more useful than this old woman beside you."

"No." Ren Yifei's response was disgust without hesitation.

Puppet master: ... why are you hesitating?

Saman turned his face away, his mood was too complicated at this moment. Is it true that the boss is rushing to be a ghost card for the player?

As for the other two players, they have been completely shocked by this god.

The student player scratched his chin: "Why do I think the boss is a bit..."

Swelled up, even the boss dared to think it was cheap.

He wanted to hug the boss's thigh but couldn't, and the boss wanted to hug the player's thigh but couldn't.

Maybe this is life.

"You can't help it."

The puppet master's temper has also come up, if you don't want it, I will give it up!

As soon as the voice fell, the puppet master turned into a card and fell into Ren Yifei's hands.

The front of the card is dark and there is a picture on the back. Above is what he looks like in black clothes holding a puppet, with the words: SR on the top.

Ren Yifei shook the card, the corners of his mouth slightly raised.

All you need is your willingness.

The author has something to say: A Fei fishing card, whoever is willing to take the bait.

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