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Chino has many questions to ask.

I want to ask who this guy is that appears in front of him.

I would like to ask what exactly this place is and what its relationship is with me.

only.

He only felt as if his throat was being suppressed by something, and all the words he wanted to say were stuck in his throat.

If I have to describe it.

It's like meeting a "ghost on the bed". What you want to say, no matter how hard you try, you can only make a little sound out of your mouth.

So small that it’s even fainter than the sound of a mosquito…

The man in front of the wooden house saw Qianye in distress and seemed to have guessed the reason.

He took steps, dragging the huge iron chain and slowly moved towards Qianye...

It's a pity that the chain is not long enough.

After just taking a few steps, he couldn't move any further. The iron chain limited his travel distance.

There was a clang sound.

The man lowered his head and saw the chains binding his limbs. He let out an impatient "tsk" and gave up on approaching Qianye...

It seemed that he also knew that there was nothing he could do with the chain.

"Forget it, I'll keep the story short."

Qianye was speechless and could only watch the man's performance silently.

He stood where he was.

His intuition told him that the guy in front of him was very dangerous and he should not have any idea of ​​getting close to him.

Don't say it now...

Even if he had the ability to modify the plot, or add those strange sources of curses, Qianye would not have the confidence to face the man in front of him.

"Why......"

This sense of crisis comes from instinct.

It's like a mouse meets a cat, a sheep meets a wolf.

It's a fear that bursts from the bones...

The man didn't know Qianye's state at this time. He simply raised his head, then stretched out a finger to Qianye and said calmly.

"Do you have any wishes you want to realize? I can help you realize it. Anything is fine."

Inexplicable.

The man said this.

Qianye did not respond immediately, and the man did not urge him but waited patiently.

Time slips away little by little through the fingers...

Until the scene in front of me shattered.

What stood out in Qianye's sight was the man's patiently waiting face.

Waiting.

The wish he would make...

...

...

The coldness came from unknown corners.

Qianye was so excited that he opened his eyes.

It's already dawn.

It can be seen from the gap in the door panel of the small shabby house...

After all, Chen Xiaowei and Lin Yuan could not overcome their sleepiness. One was curled up on the table, and the other was lying on the bed sleeping soundly.

Slight snores came from between the noses of the two of them. Qianye stood up with his sore back and stretched out for an uncomfortable amount of time.

There was a pool of light yellow water stains in the corner of the wooden house. It seemed that both of them listened to Qianye's words. When they wanted to go to the toilet in the middle of the night, they chose the method Qianye said.

"I just don't know who made this thing. I hope it won't become unbearably smelly after fermentation for a while."

She must have been sleeping uncomfortably on the table, as the slightest movement from Qianye had already woken up Chen Xiaowei.

She raised her head with difficulty, perhaps due to a stiff neck due to incorrect posture, so she couldn't help but groan in pain when she moved...

"It's dawn?"

"Well, you should be able to tell if you look around a little."

Qianye answered Chen Xiaowei's words.

Fortunately.

The sleeping position last night did not make Qianye's limbs numb. He shook his head to wake up a little, and began to take stock of the current situation.

That guy Lin Yuan should be awake too.

Qianye noticed that the other party's eyelids were trembling slightly, most likely because he was pretending to be asleep with some hidden thoughts.

He yawned and ignored Lin Yuan's little movements. He turned around and prepared to open the door and look outside.

"Hey, can you untie the rope on my hand? I want to go to the toilet."

Chen Xiaowei's voice came from behind.

Qianye looked sideways and realized that this would indeed make it very inconvenient for the other party to go to the toilet. With his hands tied, it would be difficult to even take off his pants, let alone in a dark cabin.

Well, it seems that Lin Yuan was undoubtedly the one who peed last night.

After thinking about it, Qianye untied the rope from Chen Xiaowei's hand. The latter felt that her hands could move, and she finally felt a rare sense of relief.

"Do you want to go out?" Chen Xiaowei noticed Qianye's thoughts.

"Well, what?"

Qianye answered without concealment.

"Then I want to go out for convenience."

"Whatever you want."

It was not night now, and the level of danger was not proportional to that of daytime. Moreover, it was very quiet outside at this time. Except for the occasional call of unknown birds, there was no other sound.

Qianye did not restrict Chen Xiaowei from having to solve her physical problems at home.

certainly.

The main reason was that he suddenly thought that if someone made a lot of feces and urine in the house, the house would be so smelly that it would be completely uninhabitable in less than ten days...

After opening the cabin, Chen Xiaowei immediately ran towards the back of the cabin as if she couldn't help it. She held up her pants with both hands and ran like an old hen about to lay eggs.

Qianye didn't care about her, and he wasn't interested in others going to the toilet.

He walked towards the opposite direction of the road. He wanted to see what happened to the place where the screams came from last night...

The grass on the roadside is very messy.

Without anyone building it, most of it has reached to the knees.

After lying down in the grass and walking about two hundred meters, Qianye discovered some clues in the grass.

The scarlet blood was stained on the grass blades, and it had all dried up because it had been too long.

And the further you go, the more blood will be left behind.

Until he came to a large piece of blood, Qianye stopped in his tracks...

"It's a bit miserable."

What he saw in front of him at this time was a female corpse that had become disfigured.

His thighs and hands had disappeared without a trace, and there was a blood hole the size of a finger in his neck, surrounded by skin soaked in blood.

Countless ants and mosquitoes were climbing on the corpse, as if they had found a paradise and were working hard to carry food.

Others hang on the wound, burrow into the flesh with their sharp mouthparts, and greedily suck the blood inside...

"Did the replicator do it?"

Qianye recalled those guys who were dismembered, and felt that there was always something strange about the corpses in front of him.

After thinking for a while, he realized what this strange point was.

"No, her head is still there. If it was made by a clone, the head shouldn't be left."
To be continued...