Chapter 292 Shadow Under the Lamp

In this Simoth dungeon, Pei Minghuan's appearance rate is not high for Zheng Xun and his team.

Especially Zheng Xun.

It seems that he has never seen this person since he entered the dungeon.

As a result, when they met again, the other party had already ended up like this.

The camera ball poked its head out from behind Shen Guanyu, bypassed his shoulders, and buzzed into the sky, replaying the last death of the bracelet, presenting it to the audience in the live broadcast room.

The picture in the replay, most of the time, shook quite a lot, recording the scene of the player running fiercely.

After Pei Minghuan walked up the stairs, it was smooth at first.

He and Lin Yisheng chose the stairs and the elevator respectively, and separated from there.

Pei Minghuan stopped for a while when he ran to the third floor in one breath.

The sensor light in the stairwell lit up dimly when he arrived, and then went out with a hiss.

Through the fire door, the darkness of the third floor slowly poured into this small area.

Pei Minghuan hesitated for a moment and decided to continue going up.

Fourth floor...

Fifth floor.

He finally came to the fifth floor.

Because the stairs going up were blocked.

The steps leading to the sixth floor were completely surrounded by a metal fence, from the ground to the ceiling.

Pei Minghuan stood outside the fence and looked inside. He always had the illusion that something was locked there.

Shuddering.

He turned and walked to the fire door, gently opened the half-closed door.

The heavy door panel creaked.

There seemed to be a faint light on the fifth floor. Hazy, a little warm light, probably the light of a certain store.

It was still non-business hours, and the light came strangely, but people subconsciously ran towards the place with light.

Pei Minghuan looked back, the stairwell was very dark, as if countless black fluff filled and occupied the space, and would soon drown him.

He felt cold in his heart.

Or... go out first.

Pei Minghuan walked out of the stairwell.

He was a little uncomfortable with the sudden change from narrow to wide.

The fifth floor was surprisingly quiet.

After both of his feet stepped on the white tiles on the ground, the entire fifth floor, two rows of shops, suddenly all lit up.

The lights on the ceiling were still dim, only the colorful neon signs were lit up. Their brightness was not enough to illuminate the entire floor, but instead dyed the darkness turbid.

Moreover, the interior of each store was still dark. Pei Minghuan looked around in uneasiness. Those deep places were illuminated by the lights outside the door, and it seemed that countless ghosts were shaking.

The sound of insects flapping wings and crawling, as well as the fragmented human voices, came from all directions. These sounds intertwined, like tens of millions of black insects, crawling into his ear holes continuously.

The sound quickly occupied his body, and Pei Minghuan covered his ears in pain.

His eyes began to be unable to distinguish the boundary between reality and illusion, and his vision was sometimes clear and sometimes blurred.

He walked forward a few steps, and the touch from the soles of his feet was not right.

Pei Minghuan lowered his head and found that he had accidentally stepped on a moth to death.

This moth was bigger than any other moth he had ever seen. When it spread its wings, it was almost as big as one of his feet. Its left wing was crushed, its body was crushed, and red blood was splashed around, as if it had been sucked from a person or an animal.

The blood was printed in a pattern on the sole of the shoe, like a distorted human face.

Pei Minghuan didn't know when he stepped on the moth. He was terrified and took a half step back.

As a result, the foreign body sensation came from under his feet again.

Another one.

Moreover, the death of this moth was almost exactly the same as the previous one. Two human faces were printed on the tiles, with bloody mouths, as if screaming in pain.

Pei Minghuan's mental pressure suddenly increased, and he dared not move.

But these weird moth corpses, as if copied and pasted, continued to multiply and emerge, quickly covering the entire fifth floor.

Whether advancing or retreating, Pei Minghuan would step on their bodies.

Some moths seemed not to be dead yet, with their wings slightly raised and fluttering from time to time.

This grand horror made Pei Minghuan's spirit on the verge of collapse. He had a fear of insects, and the scene in front of him infinitely magnified this emotion.

Pei Minghuan covered his ears with both hands, and the force made him feel that even his head was being squeezed.

Under the dual feelings of dizziness and lack of oxygen, Pei Minghuan heard a sound of footsteps.

Thumbs.

Thumbs.

The footsteps came from a long distance, and Pei Minghuan's vision shook. He tried hard to recognize the other person's figure.

"Who, who...

Are you... here to save me?"

At this time, Pei Minghuan did not notice that there were many purple and swollen areas on his exposed skin.

Like the marks left by being bitten by poisonous insects.

He slowly took two steps forward. In his eyes, he was stepping on countless insect corpses.

But he could no longer care about many things. He just wanted to ask for help.

The person opposite stood in the colorful light and shadow. He seemed to see Pei Minghuan who was tortured by fear, but he did not show any tendency to speed up his pace and continued to walk slowly.

Stepping on the remains of the moth, the green, purple and blue light intertwined, blurring his face.

Pei Minghuan staggered forward.

"Save...save me..."

The man was still some distance away from him, but his voice seemed to ring in his ears.

"oops."

He heard surprise in his voice.

"There's a dying man here."

The slightly raised tone, and the attitude of being calm and calm no matter what emergencies he encountered, as if it had nothing to do with him, made Pei Minghuan subconsciously think of someone.

"You...are Zheng Xun?"

"Zheng Xun?"

The man seemed to have teleported to a place only five steps away from him, and stopped. Pei Minghuan, who was weakly lowering his head, could see the other person's shoes clearly.

The black sneakers have no obvious guild logo. The shoes have traces of wear and tear. It can be seen that its owner often walks on some difficult roads.

It's Zheng Xun...it should be right.

Pei Minghuan felt happy. In this situation, even if he and Zheng Xun were not in the same guild, we were all players and should help each other.

He thought his savior had finally arrived, so he ran a few steps forward and raised his head excitedly.

"Zheng..."

Pei Minghuan's voice was stuck in his throat.

He was captured by huge fear, and every muscle in his body was pulling against each other, exerting force in the wrong direction, which made him unable to move.

He wanted to understand the scene in front of him, but he also wanted to escape. The two completely opposite impulses almost tore him apart.

"You, your face..."

"Ah, you mean this?"

Zheng Xun, or rather the "monster" with Zheng Xun's face, suddenly spoke.

The same voice as Zheng Xun.

His body was completely twisted.

Facing Pei Minghuan from the neck down, only his head was twisted 180 degrees and backward.

This has far exceeded the limit that humans can bear, but the other party can still speak normally.

"I'm so sorry. I'm used to this, so I didn't react for a while. Just wait for me to adjust..."

He put both hands on his head, fumbled a few times, and turned ninety degrees to the left.

If you get it in the wrong direction, it just makes your neck more awkward.

"Oops, that's not right."

He seemed to feel no pain, stopped in time, and changed direction.

This time to the right.

"This way, this way, this is right. Ah, my eyes..."

Pei Minghuan watched helplessly as he twisted his neck in the opposite direction. At this moment, a ball-shaped object fell off from his face that was facing him.

"Where it is, where it is. I can't touch it. Just don't use this fancy light. I can't see anything clearly now... Oh, here it is."

He bent over, and while muttering to himself, he stretched out his hand and touched the ground with his slender fingers.

He picked it up, blew away the dust, and stuffed it back into place.

"It's stained with dust...forget it, just make do with it. Where are the people?"

He straightened his head about forty-five degrees again. This time, his head and body were aligned, facing Pei Minghuan.

The hazy smoke dissipated a little, and at such a close distance, Pei Minghuan finally saw the other party's face and body clearly.

He almost stopped breathing.

At least three-quarters of that face was destroyed. There are signs of burning and poisoning. From the left side of the forehead, to the brow bone, the left eye, and all the way to the middle of the left cheek, there was no covering of skin at all. Rotten flesh was mixed with fresh ones, and the eyeballs were forcibly squeezed into the muscles.

Where there was no flesh and blood, the bones were revealed.

Pei Minghuan did not dare to identify him as Zheng Xun, but judging from his height, clothing, the only intact mandible, and smiling lips, he was indeed Zheng Xun.

Is Zheng Xun... really a human?

Pei Minghuan was horrified in his heart. He knew that it was impossible for a normal human being to be in such a state, and it was impossible to walk normally in such a state.

But Zheng Xun...

Pei Minghuan was thinking uncontrollably. At this time, the person opposite took two steps forward.

The distance between them is already very close.

"Do you want me to save you?" the man said with a smile, "but I am not given that authority."