Chapter 90 - Subway Station 13 (IX)

With the odd hand out of the way, and no more spirits coming out to cause trouble, Xiao Lan simply sat down in the last carriage to rest for a while.

 

During this time, Xiao Lan was about to take the black ticket with her.

 

We don't know yet which is the right one, black or white, but it's always right to bring it along first. In case the black ticket is the right one, you'll have to find another one for both of them to pass afterwards.

 

Instead, a slender palm with a black glove snatched the ticket before he could.

 

Luo still smiled, "Since all the tickets were given to me before, why don't you just let me keep them all?"

 

Since this ticket was found on a corpse, there is no guarantee that the danger that killed that player was not invoked by this ticket, and those who carry it will naturally face an additional unknown threat.

 

Xiao Lan looked at Luo and always felt that this man was like an old general with flags stuck in his back, really ...... no problem?

 

Seeing his concern, Luo just smiled, "Sir, I am very difficult to kill, please don't worry."

 

Even when torn to pieces, with all his memories destroyed and unable even to form a human form he is still alive.

 

Xiao Lan looked at Luo's gentle but irresistible expression and gave up trying to persuade him.

 

He understands that Luo is doing this to take the risk of death for him, and that it is indeed safer to give Luo the danger if it is in his best interests to do so, but he does not feel that he can comfortably enjoy his partner's contribution.

 

Xiao Lan took a deep breath, in that case he would try to get through, the more he got through, the faster Luo would recover, and that would be the best reward for Luo.

 

After roaring along for a short time, the train came into the station again.

 

When the doors open, the platform outside is as dark as before, in stark contrast to the fairly bright carriage.

 

Xiao Lan stands up and steps into the darkness.

 

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The pair moved through the station, deliberately avoiding areas they had walked before and exploring towards areas they hadn't been before.

 

There was a sudden putrid smell in the air, the smell that comes from rotting meat, so strong that it was sickening. The torch could only reach a short distance in front of him, and for the moment it was impossible to see exactly what was emanating from it.

 

Xiao Lan frowns and covers his mouth and nose as he advances.

 

It was only after he had gone forward some more that he saw a figure hanging in mid-air in front of him. The man was hanging from a rope around his neck, and it was not clear how long he had been dead, his body was highly decomposed, with white bones showing in many places, and on the ground directly beneath the body was a puddle of sticky liquid that had run down from the decomposition of the body.

 

The smell is clearly emanating from here.

 

In the light of the torch, the body's features were indistinguishable, and the clothes had been stained in the process of decaying to the point where they could not be seen in their original colour, and only a modern style of clothing could be vaguely discerned.

 

"Is this the ...... player?" Xiao Lan had a few moments of hesitation.

 

Since it had only been a few hours since he had entered this game, even if there were players who had died, their bodies were all fresh. It was unlikely that such corpses, which were so corrupt that their faces could no longer be seen, were players of this game.

 

Does it mean that the players in this game all enter at different times?

 

Or is this left over from one of the previous games, placed as a background and not cleaned up.

 

The corpse, already decaying, naturally does not answer this question, and Xiao Lan shifts the light of his torch to look around.

 

Just behind the body, on the wall, was a layout of the station's interior, contaminated only partially with something black, and Xiao Lan saw one of the rooms marked with a name - the control room.

 

The layout plan shows that the control room is not far from where Xiao Lan is now located, and a presence like this, the central nerve of each station, would surely contain information relevant to the station that might help them get through.

 

Xiao Lan took a few steps forward and approached the position of the body, intending to take a closer look at the layout plan.

 

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Suddenly, a subtle scraping sound came from above his head, accompanied by a numbing sense of danger.

 

Sensing that something was wrong, Xiao Lan took a sharp step back while [it was a dagger tainted with poison] appeared in his hand, and drew a direct slash across the room, drawing a cold light in the darkness.

 

"Clang--"

 

Xiao Lan distinctly felt his dagger collide with something hard, and the next instant a black object flashed from the range of the torch and disappeared overhead in a flash.

 

Xiao Lan turns his torch to look upwards.

 

There was a ventilation duct in the ceiling, and above his head was exactly where the vent was located; the grid baffle above was gone, and inside was darkness into which the light from the torch could no longer penetrate.

 

Just as he was about to move his torch away, a pair of red eyes suddenly appeared in the darkness, eyes that just hunkered down and met his gaze in silence.

 

Xiao Lan raised his guard and clutched his dagger in his hand, waiting for his opponent to strike.

 

A moment later, the eye disappears into the darkness, seemingly abandoning its intention to attack.

 

However, a black blade that seemed to be deeper than the night came from behind towards the spot where the red eyes had disappeared.

 

"Ah..."

 

A shrill scream of utter terror and pain emanated from the deep ventilation duct.

 

It was surprisingly human!

 

I don't know how one can move freely in such a confined area and not make a sound when ambushed, but given the speed of the other man, he probably wasn't a living person anymore.

 

The shrill scream gradually moved away and some black and red sticky liquid fell low from the vent, showing that the creature of unknown origin was badly injured.

 

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"Oh, got away ......" Luo's voice had a surprisingly small chuckle in it, "What a shame, maybe staying would have hurt you a bit."

 

The feeling of being slowly swallowed by his power was no more comfortable than facing death directly, and running away was a sympathetic decision.

 

Although Luo said he was sorry, Xiao Lan felt that his tone was full of happiness.

 

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Forget it, he's happy.

 

Xiao Lan gave this unknown monster a silent waxing in his heart.

 

Only then did Xiao Lan look back at the body that had been hanging there earlier.

 

A corpse is used to draw the player closer and a layout with clues is set up behind the corpse to draw the player further in, then something hidden in the shadows takes advantage of the player's attention being drawn to attack from above.

 

This is simply a trap!

 

And is this person, who has been disfigured, really a player?

 

Normally when he saw a player corpse he could help the other person collect it within his means, but this corpse that had been made into a trap was still hiding some kind of danger, and he wasn't so saintly that he had to risk his own injury or even death to help a guy who didn't know if he was a player or an NPC.

 

His life was tied to a Luo, and he could not squander it like that.

 

"Come on, let's go to the control room." Xiao Lan said softly, turning to leave the area.

 

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The two men walked towards the location of the control room they had seen earlier.

 

When they arrived at the control room, they found an extra wall built haphazardly where the control room should have been, the paint on the wall was so perfunctory that you could see the brick wall behind it, and the overall feeling of haste was evident.

 

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"It looks like there's something real in here, otherwise it wouldn't be sealed like this." Xiao Lan said as he surveyed the wall.

 

A mere wall is no match for Xiao Lan's wall-piercing skills.

 

A moment later, the wall collapses with a loud bang, revealing the locked door inside. In Xiao Lan's hands, the lock is naturally weak and helpless.

 

This unchallenging lock didn't even last a second before it was opened like that.

 

The door was about to be opened when footsteps came from the darkness, footsteps that sounded unhurried, like a leisurely afternoon stroll in the garden.

 

It was only when the voices came closer that Xiao Lan could see, in the light of the torch, that two dark human-like figures emerged from the darkness in the distance, advancing with the exact same footsteps, as if they were mirror images.

 

They have no facial features, but have identical straight, slender legs, identical upright bodies, and an unhurried posture that makes them look uncannily familiar.

 

Xiao Lan turns his head to look at Luo beside him -

 

I saw Luo's lips curl up, "It's to see me, sir."

 

He took a step forward and met the two black figures that seemed to be his shadows in front of him.

 

The black figures on the other side seemed to sense his battle intent as well, and they picked up speed, their figures almost merging into the air as they split into two directions to lunge at Luo's position.

 

The black claws came down hard on Luo's face, which he dodged and then came back towards his vitals.

 

On the other side, similarly sharp black claws were aimed at Luo's neck, as if to decapitate him.

 

It has always been a constant battle pattern between Luo and the rest of him.

 

Out of instinctive attraction, they both understood that only by devouring each other would they become whole and more powerful, and they did not care who was the main part, each part trying with all its might to devour the more powerful part. So much so that in order to devour Luo, these two parts, which are only instinctive, join forces spontaneously.

 

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Luo looked comfortable in the crossfire, the sharp claws grazing the side of his face but unable to harm him in any way.

 

After the dark figure on the left had missed a move, the figure of Luo in front of him disappeared in an instant.

 

Without waiting for his reaction, in the next instant, chains made of pitch-black shadows bound him. The chains strangled deep into the black shadow's body as if it were a sharp blade, almost crushing him.

 

The dark figure tilted its head up and seemed to let out a silent scream.

 

He struggled frantically, but was powerless to break free of the forces that held him tight.

 

"Behave yourself, will you? I don't want to look too bad eating in front of Mister." There was a hint of laughter in Luo's tone, but his eyes were eerily cold.

 

With a slight movement of his fingers, the power of the chains intensified again, directly slicing the still struggling black figure bound into pieces.

 

The black fragments fluttered through the air and just as they hit the ground they were absorbed by a black shadow that had long since spread out, disappearing instantly like raindrops into a lake.

 

The dark figure on the other side saw the situation and turned to prepare to flee, his instincts frantically warning him: danger! Run! Get away from that tempting looking guy!

 

However, it was too late.

 

Or rather, it was too late from the moment they decided to show themselves out in the dark.

 

The black shadows manipulated by Luo lunged in his direction like a tidal wave, instantly enveloping his figure in it, the immense pressure blocking all his room for survival, making his resistance seem so weak that he could not even make a splash.

 

Standing in a blackness deeper than the night, Luo's tall, slender figure stands in the midst of it, as if he were a master of darkness, invincible and towering.

 

He gathered up the dark shadows that littered the ground and gave a contented smile, murmuring softly in his low, cello-like voice, "Why struggle, the end is foreordained anyway ......"

 

Xiao Lan watched Luo's unrelenting and deeply pleasurable treatment of himself, and a deep suspicion arose in his heart -

 

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Is this guy a jitterbug or a jittermug?

 

I beat myself up and felt happy as hell.

 

The author has something to say.

 

Luo: I'm handsome, rich and strong.

 

Xiao Lan: But chances are you're a jitter m.

 

Luo: ......

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