Why is the NPC Frightened By Me Again [Infinite Stream]

The loud laughter echoed in the chaotic graves, and the originally clear night sky was completely obscured by the thick blood mist.

The blood-red mist rose from all around, like a supple ribbon, surrounding the whole world. The young man sitting on the coffin closed his eyes, raised his chin slightly, as if very comfortable, and took a deep breath.

"...It smells good," he said.

Hatred breeds obsession, and obsession breeds resentment. This thick fog of blood is exactly the grievance entity spawned by the despair and obsession of all those who died in vain!

——It is the most delicious food for any Specter.

The Specter Zhou Ying was lonely all his life, died extremely tragically, and was in an extremely vicious place like Luan Tomb Mound. Therefore, it was also expected by Lin Huai that it could control so much grievance and become so powerful.

In his opinion, this Zhou Ying's ability is almost evil, at least above a red one!

The blood-colored fog was like a streamer, covering his eyes. When the fog dissipated and Lin Huai could see everything around him again, he found that his body was swaying gently.

The dark coffin he was sitting on has now become a wooden boat!

There was a bright light beside him, and two dark oars lay on the boat.

Lin Huai lowered his head.

He was still wearing his new red costume, with flowers on his shoulders.

A thin layer of blood mist was still surrounding the boat, but Lin Huai could still see his current situation clearly.

This rickety boat, which seems to be overturned at any time, is actually on a blood lake!

Around the boat, the blood was tumbling, and ripples continued to spread from the water. It seems that something is cruising down this bottomless lake.

On the four banks of the blood lake, there are large swathes of the other side flowers blooming. This lake is not big, and Lin Huai, who is in the middle of the blood lake, only needs ten minutes to use the paddle to get himself to the shore.

"The fifth play-"Hand in Hand", has begun."

A cold male voice came from the lake.

"'Hold the hand of the son, grow old with the son', this is a love sentence, and it was Su Qing's promise to Zhou Ying. Zhou Ying believed this sentence, but couldn't wait for a person who was willing to grow old with it. After that, Zhou Ying wandered in the chaotic graves day and night, silent in the whirlpool of memories..."

"Shh!"

Suddenly, the lake surged violently!

At the same time, the boat under Lin Huai also began to shake violently!

The young man in red squatted down subconsciously. The hem of the dark red clothes spread out like petals on the black wooden boat. The young man crouched on the boat, looking sideways at the lake. Looking from a height, the black boat seemed to hold a red flower.

The next moment, Lin Huai opened his eyes slightly.

Countless pale arms stretched out from under the lake!

"Save, save me..."

"Uuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu..."

"Come here... come and accompany me..."

Screams, wailing, and weeping continued to come from under the water. In this blood-colored lake, Lin Huai, who was on the boat, was unavoidable, except to hold on to the side of the boat!

Hundreds of arms stretched out from under the lake, twisting their fingers in the void, struggling hard. They are lined up on the sides of the ship, leaving a passage in between for small boats to pass through and go ashore.

The pale arm was waving, and the face of Lin Huai on the boat was also pale.

"this……"

"It's like a hellish scene, isn't it?" said a cold male voice in a low voice, "These are the arms of people who died in vain. They may have died in a fire..."

A charred hand hit the edge of Lin Huai's boat. The moment it touched the light, it screamed miserably and shrank back!

"Or die in a famine..."

A bony hand struggled hard among the many arms. For this skinless hand, it is unknown what its owner suffered during his lifetime.

"Or ... of some disgraceful disease."

A sore hand hangs limply on the water.

"...These are the hands of all Yin spirits who have died on this chaotic grave in the past hundred years. Among them, Zhou Ying's hands are also included."

The cold male voice said unhurriedly: "This is the **** of the living, the real world, and the paradise of the dead. Before the oil lamp goes out, find Zhou Ying's right hand from all hands, hold it, and remove it from the Pull it up into the blood pool. Then use a small boat to send it to the shore."

"Holding the hand of the son, grow old together with the son..." Lin Huai repeated this sentence, "I didn't expect that the last level was actually a physical hand..."

He turned to look at the oil lamp beside him. In the cold blood mist, the flames flickered, and depending on the amount of oil, there may be less than half an hour.

It is not an easy task to complete the investigation of so many arms in half an hour, especially...

There are so many arms here.

Countless arms are intertwined, like a forest of arms. Lin Huai found that they were intertwined with each other, increasing the difficulty of identification.

"It's a bit difficult to do now..." He tapped the edge of the boat with his fingers, and a blood-red ghost hand had just caught it, and it shrank down because it came into contact with the light of the beacon.

The male voice did not remind to identify the ending of failure, but after the game failed, the experience of the players on board is self-evident——

Hundreds of pale ghost hands will attack him at the same time and pull him into the blood-red lake!

Even Lin Huai didn't want to have such a submerged and overwhelmed experience.

Holding the lamp, he first tried to immerse his hand in the **** water—the **** water contained strong resentment and hatred, and just touching it with the skin, full of dark emotions would spew out.

Killing, blood, hatred, resentment, madness, persistence, fear, despair...

This is not ordinary blood, but a yin lake condensed by extreme resentment that will evoke the darkest emotions in everyone's heart!

Countless arms are floating in the yin lake. Lin Huai lifted the oil lamps and shone at them one by one.

Looking at the bunch of wiggly arms, he frowned slightly.

"Hey," Lin Huai said, "if you guys move around again, I'll have to..."

At this moment, a charred right hand climbed up the right side of the ship where the light had not been illuminated!

It seems to have made up its mind to drag Lin Huai down from above!

"boom!"

The sound of limbs falling to the ground resounded in the lake of blood.

It was not Lin Huai who landed, but a charred right hand. It was paralyzed on the boat, twitching slightly, as if it didn't even understand how it was cut open by Lin Huai!

The initiator of all this took a step forward and stepped on its palm.

"Let me see it all." He glanced around while holding the oil lamp, with a casual smile on his lips, "I just suddenly thought of a good way to prevent you from disturbing my observation..."

As he said that, he used the tip of his toes and smashed the left hand ruthlessly.

"That is, cut off all the arms that do not meet the requirements and throw them on this boat." He looked at the arms beside him, "Are you ready?"

Saying that, he shot like lightning and grabbed a cyan arm.

"Zhou Ying's arm should be a woman's arm, because before he died, he dug out the wall and coffin board, and his fingertips were **** and had no nails." He tilted his head and observed it carefully, "You are not ."

After he finished speaking, as soon as he exerted force, he was going to cut off this arm!

He threw the blue ghost hand into the boat behind him and kept company with the dark ghost hand. Next, he looked at the second hand: "Well, it's a woman's hand, but it has nails, so..."

"Boom!"

"The third hand," Lin Huai looked at the third hand, "it's an old man's hand, so..."

As soon as he finished speaking, before he exerted any strength, the ghost hand struggled frantically!

Lin Huai: ?

The ghost hand's reaction shocked Lin Huai, it took the opportunity to escape from Lin Huai's tiger's mouth and shrunk into the water.

Lin Huai:  …

It seems that he doesn't have to think about the problem of overloading the hands of a boat... Looking at the trembling ghost hands in the blood-filled lake, Lin Huai thought happily.

He paddled the water with a small paddle, all the way along the blood lake, driving towards the shore. He looked at every hand carefully.

Most of these hands maintained the appearance of the deceased, or were burned to the point of twisting their fingers, or had many scars due to disease, and there were also dead arms, which looked extremely smooth and were beautiful creations of nature.

Lin Huai remembered how Zhou Ying died—she was locked in a coffin alive and finally collapsed and died. Therefore, there should be no trauma on her arm, and she must be found in her bloody, fingernail-less fingers.

After checking back and forth on the blood lake three times, the light of the oil lamp also began to dimly flicker.

- The time is almost up.

Lin Huai finally stopped in front of an arm.

This arm is thinner and whiter than the other arms, and the hand is very beautiful. is a woman's hand. With this arm alone, one can imagine how overwhelming the country was when its owner waved his sleeves on the stage.

Unlike the smooth arm, this ghost hand does not have a single fingernail on its five fingers.

This is the hand of all women, the only hand without nails.

Her fingernails seemed to have been pulled off, her fingertips were even more bloody, and on her ring finger, she also wore a ring made of white jade.

Lin Huai remembered that the scholar seemed to want to give Zhou Ying such a jade ring.

Jade rings, beautiful hands, nails, bloody, thin cocoons... It seems that everything about Zhou Ying is on this hand.

Holding the hand of the son, grow old together with the son.

The flame of the oil lamp began to sway in the wind. For some reason, when Lin Huai reached out his hand, Lin Huai vaguely felt something was wrong.

There seemed to be something... he ignored it.

Yingbai's hand climbed onto his arm, Lin Huai reached out and pulled the woman in the blood lake up.

The woman was born with long, algae-like black hair that fell loose and covered her face. She was wearing a red costume and was drenched in the lake water. After being rescued by him, the woman sat on the boat without saying a word.

Her hands were placed on her knees, and they were indeed nailless hands.

The woman's figure is also slender and exquisite, and the face under the wet hair, although pale, can also be called charming.

"Are you Zhou Ying?" Lin Huai asked her.

The woman didn't speak, just nodded.

"it is good."

Lin Huai said, stood up and picked up two oars. When the woman thought he was about to start rowing, she didn't expect that Lin Huai would justly hand her a paddle.

Lin Huai: "Paddle together."

woman:? ? ?

Lin Huai's unremarkable behavior made the woman a little confused. Lin Huai said again: "Everyone is a ghost, it's faster to row together."

woman:……

The woman seemed to take a look at the water, and after a while she took the oars in silence and started rowing.

Lin Huai stood behind her, rowing again and again. The incident was about to be resolved, and he was finally able to leave this dungeon, however...

He always felt that something was wrong.

The graceful back of the woman reflected in his eyes, and the body in red was like a scar.

...a long, scar.

...claw marks on the wall.

A picture suddenly flashed in his mind. The lakeshore was so close, Lin Huai's hand stopped for a moment.

He remembered that he used his own hand to trace the claw marks on the wall. His hand was the same size as the hand corresponding to the claw marks.

And the woman...the woman...her hand...

When Lin Huai caught her up, her palm was a full circle smaller than Lin Huai's!