Chapter 782: Everyone, did you enjoy your meal? (Please vote for this huge chapter)

In the quiet house, a short young man climbed out from under the iron bed.

He looked up and looked around in confusion, "Wasn't I under the chair just now? What tricks are these heretical believers doing?"

He took out a thin black awl from his waist, looked at the desk with a missing corner on which old stationery was placed, and then looked forward, looking at the windows covered with thick cardboard and the closed door.

"What is this place? A tenement house?"

He covered his nose in disgust, then looked back under the bed. There was nothing under the bed. He was the only one in the whole room. His companion who was hiding under the chair with him had disappeared.

Dong... Dong Dong... Dong...

At this time, rhythmic knocking came from behind the closed door.

He frowned slightly, clenched the thin awl in his hand, walked to the door carefully, leaned against the cat's eye, and stared at the scene inside the cat's eye.

A narrow and deserted corridor appeared in his field of vision.

"Things that pretend to be gods and ghosts."

He leaned against the wall next to the door, holding the awl with one hand and the door handle with the other. He slowly turned the door handle and pulled the door back.

The closed door opened backwards.

The knocking on the door stopped suddenly, and the smooth outer door appeared in the man's field of vision.

"outside?"

After confirming that there was nothing unusual about the door, he raised his head and looked outside the door.

However, what appeared in his field of vision was not the narrow and cramped corridor in the cat's eyes, but silence and nothingness.

He realized something was wrong and immediately turned around and ran back. However, no matter how fast he ran inside the house, his body kept accelerating and retreating, constantly approaching the void.

In the process of running, his body began to disintegrate, and his flesh and blood began to melt. After passing a certain limit, he scattered on the ground like a broken brick man. In an instant, he turned into a pool of blood, and then flowed outside the door.

in the nothingness.

Click-bang——

Immediately afterwards, the door automatically closed and locked.

Dong... Dong Dong... Dong...

Rhythmic knocking sounded in the silent room.

——

He Ao lowered his head and looked at the diary in his hand. There was a very simple sentence written in bright red fonts on it.

[My brother is not at home. They knocked on the door again. The house is safe.]

The first two sentences were written in crooked blood similar to the previous diary entry, but in the third sentence, the words 'It's safe at home' were crossed out with a line of blood.

However, He Ao's attention did not first focus on the crossed out sentence, but looked at the beginning of the second sentence.

them?

He Ao's expression changed, and he suddenly raised the knight's sword in his hand, turned around, and placed the knight's sword across his head.

boom--

The blood-red giant ax collided with the knight's sword, making a crisp sound.

And behind the giant ax, the person holding the giant ax was a translucent figure.

It seemed to be naturally generated from the void, with only a rough outline of a human figure, and a very simple drawing paper attached to its cheek, with stripes of radiating light painted on the drawing paper.

This pattern of light is similar to the pattern on the plastic medal, but it seems to be the handiwork of a child and is extremely simple.

He Ao raised the knight's sword and swung away the blood-red giant axe. Then the knight's sword danced in the palm of his hand, and with his backhand, he split the translucent figure into two.

The figure instantly shattered in the space, turning into an illusory afterimage and disappearing.

He Ao raised his head and looked in the direction behind the figure.

A door that was ajar appeared in his field of vision. The door lock of this room was different from the door lock of the previous room. Although they were both mechanical door locks, they looked much stronger than the door lock of the previous room.

However, this 'sturdier' ​​door lock has been violently damaged, and the door cannot be closed and can only be left ajar.

While He Ao was looking at the door, an illusory shadow also emerged from behind the door, once again transforming into a translucent figure covered with light drawing paper and holding a blood-red giant axe.

He Ao took a step forward, chopped the figure into pieces, and then walked to the door in two steps.

It seems that the illusory figure just now also rushed in through the gap in this door.

He glanced at the scene outside through the gap in the door. The first thing that caught his eye was a narrow corridor lit with dark red lights.

However, the scene in the corridor was not clear. It seemed to be covered by an invisible layer of 'grey black'. Only some scenes could be vaguely seen, and deeper in the corridor, there was only pure darkness.

In fact, this layer of 'grey-black' not only covered the corridor, but also spread into the room. At this moment, the floor under He Ao's feet and the 'space' in front of him were somewhat covered by this gray-black 'spread'.

Just like ink falling into clear water, it constantly erodes normal space.

And it spread faster and faster. In the very short time that He Ao swept through the door, it had already spread to his feet.

This gray-black space should have been 'covering' the corridor outside before, but now, it is constantly flowing out along the gap in the door, trying to quickly erode the space in the room.

He Ao thought for a moment, bypassed the gray-black space, reached out and closed the door.

The gray-black space trembled for a moment, and then continued to spread rapidly. He Ao let go of his hand, and the originally closed door naturally opened, revealing the gap that was originally hidden.

He Ao retreated back to the bed, cut off a piece of flesh and blood from the flesh-and-blood monster that had just fallen head-first to the ground, and threw it into the gray-black space.

And under his gaze, the moment it came into contact with the gray-black color, it quickly disintegrated and melted, as if it had never existed.

This is the flesh and blood of a C-level extreme monster.

The spread of the gray-black space is still accelerating. If this continues, the entire room will be filled with this gray-black space in a few minutes at most.

And at the moment when He Ao was thinking, another shadow rushed out from the gray-black space, turned into a translucent figure with a drawing paper, raised a giant ax and struck at He Ao.

He Ao raised his knight's sword with his backhand, took a step forward, and chopped the figure into pieces.

The strength of this illusory figure is not weak. It can already display C-level combat effectiveness in this space. Coupled with the C-level extreme monster that was killed by He Ao just after it appeared. Ordinary C-level basically cannot do it in this scene.

Survive.

The stronger C-level ones will be delayed until the gray-black space completely erodes the room, eventually leading to death.

This room is much more dangerous than the previous one.

He looked up at the door again. Because it flowed out from the 'door crack', the space behind the door was not occupied yet.

His eyes glanced at the door lock. The door lock had been completely destroyed. He had just tried it and the door would not close.

Then he looked up and saw the old anti-theft bolt on the door lock.

This type of pull bolt is the simplest door latch type. It uses a metal bolt to lock into the slot on the door and the door frame at the same time, which has the effect of 'locking the door'.

But at this moment, the pull bolt no longer has a bolt, and only has an empty slot.

After a brief thought, He Ao bit the knight's sword with his mouth, took off the pistol from his clothes, ejected the magazine, and pulled out the top bullet of the magazine.

Then he unscrewed the warhead of the bullet, poured out the gunpowder inside, and then quickly used force to flatten and elongate the remaining cartridge case.

Then he put away his pistol, took off the knight's sword from his mouth, rushed out and walked behind the door.

At this time, another illusory figure rushed in from the door, rushed towards him, and was cut off by him with a sword, and then he closed the door.

This time, he did not immediately release the door. Instead, he flicked the bolt formed by elongating the cartridge case into the slot of the anti-theft bolt.

Then he let go and the door was completely stuck.

The gray-black space that was spreading rapidly stopped spreading at this moment.

He Ao looked at the diary in his hand, and his eyes fell on the crossed-out sentence, 'It's safe at home.'

Originally, the home was safe, but something went wrong and the home became unsafe, so the owner of the diary crossed out this sentence and hid under the bed.

The problem was that the door lock was broken, allowing the 'bad guys' from outside.

Now, the door is stuck again when it is closed, which in a sense has 'repaired' the door lock.

After solving the problem, the home became 'safe' again.

Of course, in the real world, a door bolt made of a bullet cannot stop C-class monsters and that strange space.

But in this ‘inside space’ with very different rules, all this is possible.

Proper use of the rules of this space can also turn the situation in your favor.

At this moment, He Ao had time to raise his head and carefully look at the environment of the entire room.

The decoration of this room is quite different from the previous room. There is no bedside table or desk, but there is a long sofa.

There was a coat on the sofa, with obvious signs of someone curled up and sleeping for a long time.

There are no large windows in this room, only a small closed ventilation window above the door, facing the corridor, and the lighting of the entire room is provided by an old ceiling light.

In addition to these, next to the old iron bed and directly opposite the sofa, there is a simple small wardrobe with a slightly faded pink floral fabric.

This kind of wardrobe does not have a wooden or metal structure. Instead, it is made up of many hollow plastic rods and covered with a layer of printed cloth to form a simple cabinet that can be opened and closed with a zipper.
To be continued...