1TWITF[C Chapter 92

Chapter 92

Under the night sky, the raging firestorm stirred up towering waves.

If he hadn’t dodged, that car door would have split him in two.

He continued to run.

Ahead, atop a tall building, a disillusioned man downed the last of his bottle of alcohol and leaped into the void.

A sense of crisis surged. In a split second, Lu Yanli accelerated, and just as he passed by the side of the building, a corpse slammed into the ground, splattering blood and flesh.

If he had been any slower, that corpse would have landed on him.

Lu Yanli didn’t look back, continuing to sprint. Suddenly, he leaped again, clearing a thin wire stretched across the road, perfectly positioned at neck height.

If the firelight hadn’t happened to reflect a tiny glint, he might have run straight into it.

Who exactly was targeting him?

How was the other him doing? Was the jade pendant still there?

In the past, Lu Yanli could judge the direction of his escape based on his premonitions of danger, but now, danger came from all directions, leaving him with no safe place to rest even for a moment.

Yet another shop window shattered, glass flying, scattering shards everywhere. Lu Yanli hurriedly passed by. At the same moment, every shop in front of him exploded at a uniform rate, keeping pace with his running speed.

This night alone was enough to leave him battered and bruised.

If the shop windows hadn’t shattered, he would have seen the ghostly figures displayed within.

Those pale-faced, bloodied, and mangled ghosts were staring intently at him!

The shattering of the glass windows was precisely for this reason – to prevent Lu Yanli from discovering a path to survival.

Even if Lu Yanli’s skills were extraordinary, he felt exhausted in the face of ubiquitous malice.

Any coincidence could lead to death. He could only be more careful.

He couldn’t die.

Absolutely, absolutely not.

*

An Ru lay in a hospital room, his eyes met by a stark white ceiling.

“I’m telling you, even if you’re anxious, you have to take care of your body,” An Ru’s colleague said, peeling a fruit and placing it on the bedside table.

Not long after he left, Chu Xiu knocked and entered.

Chu Xiu felt that the person who had just left looked familiar, but couldn’t quite place him. After hearing An Ru’s invitation to enter, he walked straight in.

An Ru had investigated Chu Xiu, and Chu Xiu had investigated An Ru, but this was indeed their first meeting, and they had to pretend to be strangers.

Chu Xiu was there on behalf of Lin Chu. This was the condition of their exchange.

It was the kind of inscrutable terror that was similar to Lu Yanli, making it impossible to predict what the other person would do. And Lin Chu was even more uncontrollable than Lu Yanli.

Lin Chu’s gaze turned towards the horizon, seemingly unfocused, “I want to kill whatever’s behind all of this.”

Chu Xiu recalled Lin Chu’s expression, and his feelings towards An Ru became subtle.

“Hello, are you Mr. An Ru?” Chu Xiu smiled amiably. “Regarding the whereabouts of An Xingyu, I have new information.”

Before he could finish speaking, An Ru’s eyes lit up.

“Mr. An Ru,” Chu Xiu said, closing the door and walking towards him step by step. “Do you believe in ghosts?”

“Ghosts? What do you mean?”

As he spoke, Chu Xiu arrived in front of him, displaying the notebook screen to him.

The task couldn’t be told to NPCs, but messages could be shared within this world.

He suddenly had a strange question: If that’s the case, why hasn’t the task become known to the public?

This question flashed through his mind and quickly disappeared. Just like those who had deliberately leaked secrets in the past, he immediately forgot this anomaly.

An Ru looked through the website, his expression gradually becoming surprised: “Is what this… what this website says all true?”

“Absolutely.” Chu Xiu took back the computer. “Your son should also be involved.” That was why he was missing.

After saying this, Chu Xiu turned and left.

An Ru lay in the hospital bed. Just as he was trying to digest what Chu Xiu had said, a strong feeling that was difficult to describe as either nausea or palpitations surged up, and various thoughts churned in his mind.

“What… task…”

*

The task performers who were truly doing the task were inquiring about information everywhere.

Advancing towards the east of the town was Ximen Yuan’s team.

Several old men were exercising on public facilities, the iron bars creaking.

The group members walked forward.

Surprisingly, just as they were moving forward, the person walking at the end of the group slipped and fell straight to the ground.

The place where he was standing happened to have a small uneven spot. With this fall, his whole body lunged forward, his head hitting the lower end of the seesaw.

Ximen Yuan stared at the unblinking corpse on the ground, feeling a chill in his heart.

Just now, what exactly had happened?

Why did the killing suddenly begin?

If they couldn’t find the reason for his death, they might be the ones to die in a moment.

Ximen Yuan took a deep breath, knowing that now was not the time to be angry.

“Hello, elders. We are…” He stood up and walked towards the old men.

After doing his warm-up exercises, he shouted loudly and threw the discus forward with force. Unexpectedly, he didn’t aim the direction correctly, and the discus flew straight in another direction, hitting the head of an old man who couldn’t dodge.

The old man died on the spot and fell to the ground.

Ximen Yuan was dumbfounded.

Could it be… that random death wasn’t just targeting them?

Even the natives were the same.

The young man apologized repeatedly and called a few companions to help lift the person back.

How could they handle things so casually? How could someone’s death be as normal as eating and drinking?

The young man looked at him in confusion: “What’s wrong?”

Liang Jian looked at the sincere regret on his face, as well as the indifferent attitude of the others, and then turned to look at his companion who had been chatting with him just now and had turned into a corpse. He shivered, and a chill slowly rose from the bottom of his heart.

At this moment, the town no longer had the beautiful impression it had when he first arrived, leaving only terror and weirdness.

“Oh, and move him away too, he’s taking up space. Old Zhang’s grandson will be here to play on the seesaw later.”

An old woman who had returned to the exercise equipment to start exercising pointed to the corpse lying on the ground not far away.

Ximen Yuan and Tan Xu didn’t go back, but stayed to chat with the old men, talking casually.

Before long, Old Zhang brought his little grandson over. Along with them were seven or eight children, circling around the seesaw and swing, running and playing on the grass still stained with blood, their laughter carrying far.

“And then?” The old man called Old Zhang couldn’t help but ask.

The little girl swinging high on the swing also said, “Don’t talk nonsense, or we’ll kick you out!”