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Chapter 781: Everyone, Did You Enjoy Your Meal? (Super Large Chapter, Please Vote for Me Monthly

Chapter 782 Everyone, did you enjoy your meal? (Please vote for the super large 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 missing corner of the desk with old stationery, 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, empty corridor appeared in his field of vision.

"It's a pretentious thing."

He leaned against the wall next to the door, holding the thin 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 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 was 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 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 home 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.

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 backhanded everything, splitting the translucent figure in 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.

But 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 three 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 'gray 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 the 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 door that was originally closed opened naturally, revealing the gap that was originally closed.

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

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

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

The speed at which the gray-black space spreads is still accelerating. If it continues like this, the entire room will be filled with this gray-black in a few minutes at most.

And just as He Ao was thinking, another shadow rushed out of the gray-black space, turning into a translucent figure with a drawing paper attached, raising a huge axe and slashing at He Ao.

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

This illusory figure is not weak in strength. It can already exert the combat power of C-level in this space. Combined with the C-level extreme monster that was killed by He Ao just after it appeared, ordinary C-level monsters basically cannot survive in this scene.

And the stronger C-level monsters will be delayed until the gray-black space completely erodes the room, and eventually die.

This room is much more dangerous than the previous one.

He looked up at the door again, because it was flowing out from the "door gap", and the space behind the door had not been occupied.

His eyes swept over the door lock, which was completely destroyed. He had just tried it, and the door could not be closed.

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

This bolt is the simplest type of door bolt, which uses a metal bolt to lock the slots on the door and door frame at the same time, playing the role of "locking the door".

However, at this moment, this bolt has no bolt column, only an empty slot.

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

Then he unscrewed the bullet's warhead, poured out the gunpowder inside, and then quickly pressed and stretched the remaining shell.

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

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

This time he did not release the door immediately, but flicked his finger and stretched the bolt formed by the shell into the slot of the anti-theft bolt.

Then he let go of his hand, 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, "The home is safe."

Originally, the home was safe, but there was a problem, which made the home unsafe, so the owner of the diary crossed out this sentence and hid under the bed.

The problem was that the door lock was damaged, causing the "bad guy" outside to be let in.

Now, the door is closed and stuck again, and in a sense, the door lock is "repaired".

After solving the problem, the home becomes "safe" again.

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

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

Reasonable 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 whole room.

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

There is a coat on the sofa, which has obvious traces of someone curled up and sleeping for a long time.

This room has no large windows, only a small closed ventilation window above the door, facing the corridor, and the lighting of the whole room is provided by an old ceiling lamp.

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

This kind of wardrobe does not have a wooden or metal structure, but is made of many hollow plastic rods to build a skeleton, covered with a layer of printed cloth on the outside, to form a simple cabinet, opened and closed with a zipper.

There are no messy clothes in the whole room, and the clothes should have been put into the small wardrobe.

A large plastic calendar was hung on the surface of the wardrobe, and the year displayed on the calendar was 744.

This year is 759, and 744 is 15 years ago.

He Ao had seen similar plastic calendars in his memory. Most of these calendars were posters, and only the bottom less than one-fifth was a calendar, and the dates of the twelve months were squeezed into a small area.

This is actually a poster that functions as a calendar. Usually, many candidates for parliament or mayor will print such calendar posters and send them to the poor in the slums to increase their own publicity effect.

However, at this moment, what is printed on this calendar poster is not the publicity of a certain candidate, but a propaganda poster.

In the middle of the picture is a gorgeous building. In front of the building is a long dining table, on which are placed various delicacies such as turkey, steak, and roast pork ribs. Everyone's wine glass is filled with red wine, and a group of people with medals of light sit around the table and feast on it.

Next to the propaganda poster is a slogan divided into two sections,

[Eternal light will guide our path, allowing us to enjoy a life that will never be hungry in the Kingdom of God]

However, these two slogans were scrawled with blood and were not easy to distinguish. There was also a big ‘×’ drawn next to them.

He Ao walked to the closet and opened it.

There are still a few faded skirts and some white men's work clothes in the closet. Many of these clothes are familiar to He Ao, having seen them in the previous room.

He Ao lowered his head and glanced at the diary in his hand.

The little girl in the red dress who was under the bed just now turned into this diary page. Is she the one who left this diary?

The little girl in the red dress under the bed and the little girl in the red dress in the closet are very similar in body shape and clothing. Could they be the same person?

The two rooms seem to have a certain 'relevance', and both have a page in the diary. Is this some kind of 'guidance' she gave herself?

He Ao glanced at the diary in his hand, and then at the cloth wardrobe in front of him.

Now that the room is 'safe', the only place where I can hide in this room, except under the bed, is the closet.

At this moment, the gray and black space has occupied nearly a quarter of the room, and has already touched the edge of the wardrobe.

If he had just sealed the door a little later, there is a high probability that the wardrobe would have been eroded by the gray-black space.

After a brief thought, He Ao put away the diary, walked into the closet, and zipped the closet from the inside.

boom--

At this moment, there was a sudden violent crash outside the room door.

It seemed like someone was banging on the door outside, trying to break into the room.

The gray-black space that was already static began to tremble, and seemed to continue to spread with the collision of the door.

However, the 'bullet shell pull bolt' made by He Ao was stuck in the slot, like a strong door lock, firmly blocking the door leaf.

After several violent knocks, the door did not open.

The crashing sound also stopped, and the trembling gray-black space became completely still.

And when the gray-black space was trembling, there seemed to be no change in the transformation of space in the closet.

It seems that as long as the gray-black space continues to spread in the room, the passage to the next room will not open.

In that case, the trick of leaving through the wardrobe without the gray-black space spreading to the wardrobe is probably not possible.

And the impact at the end...

He Ao, squatting in the closet, quietly felt the quiet state outside.

If what he had just thought about was not to use the 'lock rules' to repair the door, but to use the sofa in the house to block the door, the door would probably have been knocked open.

The rules of this room are so insidious.

He Ao folded the diary in his hand and the previous diary page and put them away.

Although the two pages of the diary seemed to contain content unrelated to the room, in fact, they both gave him some sort of 'strategy guide'.

In the silent environment, He Ao felt that the scene around him began to change.

The hanging costumes gradually turned into long ropes, and the strong smell of blood entered his nostrils.

The cloth cabinet door in front of him also turned into a double-open wooden cabinet door.

He Ao slowly opened the cabinet door in front of him and walked out.

He Ao looked back at the location he had just come out of. It seemed to be a locker with various ropes hanging on it.

At this moment, a noose fell from the sky and tried to wrap He Ao's neck from top to bottom.

He Ao directly raised the knight's sword and cut it upward.

The first time the knight's sword completely passed through the rope without touching the rope, then He Ao was covered with divine consciousness and swung his sword again, cutting the rope.

The entire rope fell to the ground and turned into a phantom and disappeared.

He Ao raised his head and found that the entire roof was hung with all kinds of food, including turkeys, steaks, roasted pork ribs, and bottles of attractive red wine.

He Ao vaguely felt that he had seen these foods somewhere.

Then he quickly recalled the food in the poster promoting the Kingdom of Eternal God in the previous room.

The moment he saw these foods, the rich aroma poured into He Ao's nostrils.

GuluGulu

A strong sense of hunger came over him instantly, prompting him to pick the food.

"Gonggonggong..."

The sound of violent and rapid eating reached He Ao's ears.

He Ao looked away from the food at the top of the ceiling and looked straight ahead.

This room seemed to be a gorgeous and spacious hall, with all kinds of beautiful decorations dotted around it.

There was only one huge, towering round table in the whole room, which was filled with all kinds of delicacies. In front of the round table, there were several fat pigs that looked to weigh thousands of kilograms.

These fat pigs all wore paper masks painted with light on their faces, and they gathered around the dining table to feast without hesitation.

The food on the ceiling kept falling and landed in the middle of the dining table, where it was picked up by the pig monsters.

And under the white tablecloth of this huge dining table, a little girl in a red dress was curled up under the tablecloth.

She raised her head and eagerly watched the big fat pigs eating and drinking above her head.

Her body was thinner than when He Ao saw her in the last room. She seemed to be extremely hungry, but the fat pig on top of her sucked all the oil and water into her mouth, and not a single bit fell down.

At this time, she saw He Ao standing behind the dining table.

She seemed a little surprised, then carefully passed through the gap between Fatty Pig's seats and walked up to He Ao.

Then she heard the growling sound in He Ao's stomach. She paused, turned her back to the dining table behind her, slowly took out a small piece of bread from the innermost side of her clothes, and handed it to He Ao.

At this moment, a noose fell from the sky, instantly wrapped around the incomplete bread in her hand, and pulled it up to the sky.

Her eyes widened in an instant, and she wanted to reach out to grab the bread, but the speed of the rope was extremely fast, and it was already out of her reach in the blink of an eye.

Her face turned red and she jumped up to grab the piece of bread, but she couldn't.

At this moment, a white light flashed, the rope was cut instantly, and the small piece of bread fell back into her hand.

She widened her eyes and looked at the young man holding the knight's sword in surprise.

Then she handed the bread over again.

He Ao shook his head. He was not actually hungry. This hunger was a special effect of this room. He couldn't get enough with food.

"Wait me a moment."

He smiled and nodded slightly at the girl.

Then, under the girl's doubtful gaze, he walked to the dining table and kicked a fat pig under the seat.

boom--

With a roaring sound, the exquisite high-backed seat was kicked open, and the pig monster wearing a paper mask fell to the ground.

He Ao stepped forward, grabbed the kicked-off seat, placed it in front of the towering table again, and then climbed onto the chair.

Standing at this height, he could clearly see the food on the table. He smiled and looked at the surprised pig monsters wearing radiant masks.

"Everyone, did you enjoy your meal?"

He put his hand on the edge of the table and jerked it upward.

A bit stuck, a little later

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