Chapter 693 The Beginning of My Fear

"What...?" The uncle's smell became hesitant.

"Pull me up now, or we'll die together." I said, "I don't know you anyway..."

"That's right! That's it!" Sister's muffled voice shouted in the distance, "Little brother, we can't let them succeed!"

She smelled very angry.

Uncle thought for a while, and finally decided to let everyone pull me up first.

In order to survive, I also used my hands and feet. My palms that were just rubbed were now wet and painful, but I must not cry out, otherwise I would be scolded.

When I finally climbed out of the well, I had no strength in my body, and my hands and feet were weak.

The uncle came over with a stench, took out the key from my arms, and immediately ran to the door.

I saw my sister being pressed down by several aunts, and someone wanted to block her mouth. After seeing me climb up, my sister struggled to break free from them and came to my side.

"Little brother, are you okay?" She looked at me with some concern.

"I'm fine, sister..."

Sister's smell is still so good, her smell is very clean.

"It's open, it's open!"

An aunt shouted.

Everyone turned back happily to look at the machine in the room, but found that the countdown on it had not stopped.

"What do you mean?" The leading uncle asked, "Can we leave?"

Everyone looked at the moving countdown, and a smell of doubt came from their bodies.

Now the door is clearly opened, but the countdown has not ended. Should we run directly?

Seeing that my knees were also worn out, my sister hurriedly picked me up from the ground and looked at the masked men with the same puzzled look.

"Of course, you have passed the game." The rabbit man nodded and said, "Let's go, the loser will automatically accept the punishment."

The loser...?

I clearly smelled the doubts emanating from my sister.

After saying that, he looked back at the dog-headed man and the tiger-headed man behind him, and several people actually whispered about it.

"Who wants to go out?" the rabbit man asked, "If there is anything else on the train that needs to be dealt with, you can go first. I will stay and die."

"It's okay." The dog-headed man shook his head, "I can die first, everything is done, what about the tiger?"

"How about I live?" The tiger man scratched his head, "Forget it, it's meaningless, I will die first this time, let the rabbit go. "

The three people discussed death lightly. I didn't smell fear or terror from them. They only smelled bad.

It was a strange smell that I had never encountered before.

The masked man didn't stop us. We all fled out of the house. There was a long corridor outside with doors on both sides.

After the uncles and aunts came out, they couldn't tell whether to go left or right, and stayed where they were.

My sister was the last one to leave the house.

My sister was still confused until she saw the countdown end and the huge machine behind her really floated out yellow-green gas. The smell of doubt on her body finally turned into panic.

I also looked back in my sister's arms and saw that the gas submerged the masked man. Only the rabbit man waved his hand, dispelled the poisonous gas in front of him, and then followed us out.

I saw him close the door from the outside, locked the remaining two masked men and the poisonous gas in the room, and then stood beside us.

"What do you mean...?" asked the uncle, "Are we done now? Can we leave?"

"Yes, let's go. "The rabbit man replied.

"Isn't there a "reward"...?" an aunt asked, "You caught so many people here to play games, do you give money to the winners?"

"Yes... Although we all survived, we should have money, right?" an uncle asked.

The rabbit man was silent for a while and replied: "Every time you wake up, you are full of money. I don't want to explain anymore. Go and die outside. Do you still want a reward if you are alive?"

Later I learned that we have woken up in this room many times.

But there are still many things I haven't figured out...Why don't I remember what happened when I woke up before?

Why don't you remember it?

Did I smell so many strange smells when I woke up before?

I often think that if I can really predict what will happen in the future, and can predict the future of my sister and "Yucheng", I would rather never leave that room.

I would rather the poison gas poison me to death directly, and I want to forget everything like everyone else.

But I can't forget it anymore.

Since I started to smell these smells, I can never forget them.

We followed the instructions of the bunny man and walked out of the corridor. At the end, there was a man wearing a monster mask waiting for us. He gave us a handful of emerald green stones and told us that this thing was called "jade". As long as we could collect 57,600 "jade" within ten days, everything would be saved.

This monster mask also stinks, to be exact, it stinks a little more than other masked people.

When he opened a strange door for us and took us into the city, my nose finally felt better.

It's finally not so smelly here.

But when I turned around, I found that the remaining eight people covered their noses. The smell outside the house seemed to be unacceptable to them, but I felt okay.

The situation seemed to be getting weirder and weirder. They could accept the stench in the house, but they couldn't accept the airway outside?

To me, those masked people are much more smelly than outside.

From this day on, I officially came to this land with my indelible memory.

"Little brother, what's your name?" asked the sister next to me.

"My name is Zheng Yingxiong." I answered.

"Hero?" My sister was amused by my name.

"No, no, no, I'm not a "hero", it's "Yingxiong", with four tones. "

I waved my hand nervously. I am a thief who will go to jail in the future. I can't bear the word "hero" at all.

I suddenly thought of Yue Fei.

Only people like Yue Fei can be called "heroes". No matter who is a hero, I am definitely not one.

"Zheng... Ying... Xiong?" After hearing this, my sister thought for a few seconds and laughed, "What a strange name, it sounds so old-fashioned, it feels like only my father's generation would use such a name."

My sister said my name is very old-fashioned, but I think this name is not bad, anyway, it sounds better than "Xu Jiahua".

"Jiahua" is obviously very common, "Yingxiong" is rarely used.

"Sister, what's your name?" I asked, holding her hand.

"My name is Li Siwei." My sister reached out and touched my head: "You are so young, why do you have such an old-fashioned name? It's so inconsistent."

"I am so young... a baby?" I was a little confused, "I am already in the second grade... I am almost eight years old."

"Okay, okay." My sister nodded, "You are not a baby, you are a real "hero". "

"Huh?" I looked at her in confusion, "Why?"

"Because just now, thanks to you, we can all survive. "My sister said, "If you hadn't gone down into the well and retrieved the key for us, we might have died in the room."