My Thriller Survival Game

There was originally a gate at the entrance of the community, but after outsiders broke in before, the gate had long since disappeared.

Standing at the gate of the community, Xu Yang glanced back subconsciously. The mouth-shaped Liming Community was extremely conspicuous in the dark night.

Turning his head, he glanced at Liu Qilin and found that his face was covered by long hair, and his expression could not be seen clearly. Only his eyes were exceptionally bright in the dark night, and at this moment, he was looking at Xu Yang.

Whether it was due to the light or psychological effects, Xu Yang felt that the way Liu Qilin looked at him became extremely weird and full of evil.

Shaking his head, he threw these messy thoughts away and glanced at the countdown on his wrist.

At one o'clock and fifty-five seconds, Xu Yang took a deep breath and when the time jumped to eleven minutes, Xu Yang walked out of the community.

The moment he walked out of the community holding the candle, a biting cold wind blew in his face. Xu Yang subconsciously squinted his eyes and got goosebumps all over his body. The candle in his hand was originally very cold.

It was weak, and when blown by the wind, it was even more shaky, and could be extinguished at any time, but it did not go out in the end.

After the cool breeze, Xu Yang opened his eyes and was shocked by the scene in front of him.

The originally bright street suddenly became covered with a layer of blood mist.

Yes, that's right, it was blood mist, blood red that was visible to the naked eye. Xu Yang could even see blood foam floating in the air, and an extremely rich and disgusting smell of blood was raging in his nasal cavity.

The blood mist appeared and the visibility was reduced. The end of the street that was originally less than ten meters could not be seen, and Liu Qilin, who had reached the other side of the road first, was nowhere to be seen.

After a brief shock, Xu Yang quickly came to his senses and knew that he had begun the task.

"Xu Yang~Xu Yang~Xu Yang~"

He called his name and counted silently in his mind.

"1,2,3,4..."

In the silent night, holding a candle, standing on the street full of blood mist, calling your name, what does it feel like?

Xu Yang didn't know how other people felt, and probably no one was so stupid as to do such a thing, but now he only felt cold.

Not sure if it was because of nervousness or something else, when Xu Yang shouted for the tenth time, he vaguely heard another voice behind him.

The voice was very small, weak, and weird. It was also calling his name, and it felt a bit like a parrot.

At the same time, Xu Yang felt that the blood mist around him was gradually becoming thicker and slowly approaching him, but when he looked around, he did not find anything unusual.

In addition, as the strange sound sounded, the surrounding temperature began to slowly drop. The source came from behind Xu Yang. It seemed that something appeared behind him.

As Xu Yang kept shouting, the temperature got lower and lower, and the weird sound became louder and louder. Xu Yang even vaguely heard footsteps.

At this time, Xu Yang wanted to look back and see what was behind him, but his reason told him that he must not look back.

"40,41,42,43,44!"

After Xu Yang finally shouted his name forty-four times, he secretly breathed a sigh of relief.

Just when he lifted his feet and was about to walk forward, Xu Yang's expression suddenly changed, his body froze suddenly, and there was suddenly an extra hand on his shoulder.

That hand was very cold, and the moment it touched Xu Yang's shoulder, he felt that his shoulder was frozen.

He twisted his stiff neck, resisted the urge to look back, and looked over his shoulder with the corner of his eye. After just one glance, his pupils suddenly shrank.

On his left shoulder, there was a bloody palm resting on his shoulder. The palm was less than ten centimeters away from his neck.

"Gulu~~~"

Xu Yang swallowed subconsciously. At this time, he did not dare to move.

Fortunately, the palm just rested on his shoulder and did not move any closer. But as Xu Yang froze, the palm began to crawl restlessly, slowly approaching his neck.

"What to do? What to do now?"

At this time, Xu Yang felt panicked.

But panic could not solve the problem. Xu Yang forced himself to calm down and hypnotized himself in his mind.

"I can't see, I can't see anything~~~"

I don't know if it was the hypnosis that worked, or if he was too nervous, which made him less nervous. He really put countless palms on his shoulders and took a step forward.

“╭(╯^╰)╮hum!”

Taking a step forward, Xu Yang groaned and his expression changed again.

As Xu Yang moved forward, his palms stopped moving, but Xu Yang felt his shoulders suddenly sink, as if something was lying on his back.

At this time, Xu Yang's hair almost stood on end, but he could only choose to ignore it and continue to call his name.

"Xu Yang~Xu Yang~Xu Yang~"

Strangely, at the same time that Xu Yang spoke, he clearly heard a voice calling him from behind.

The voice was cold and sharp, and it sounded very uncomfortable.

What's even weirder is that just as Xu Yang called his name for the second time, another voice came to mind in the blood mist.

The voice is very small, milky, and sounds like a little girl.

As Xu Yang kept calling, the voice of the 'little girl' became clearer and closer.

When he shouted forty-four times, Xu Yang's right shoulder sank suddenly, and then an even colder feeling swept through his body.

Turning his head slightly, he saw from the corner of his eye that there was also a small hand on his right shoulder, which was also bloody.

"I'm blind, I can't see anything, I can't see anything..."

Xu Yang had no other alternative but self-hypnosis. He neither dared to look back nor stop moving forward. After shouting his name forty-four times, exactly one minute passed before Xu Yang took another step.

As expected, when he took a step forward, his shoulders felt heavy again, and something fell on his back.

At this time, Xu Yang held the candle in both hands, stooped slightly, and continued to move forward.

When Xu Yang called his name for the third time, an accident happened.

This time, the blood mist was extremely thick, and a third voice unexpectedly appeared in the blood mist, but behind Xu Yang, two familiar yet unfamiliar voices sounded.

"Xu Yang, look back and see who I am." A male voice sounded.

"Brother Xu Yang, look back and see where I am." A little girl's voice sounded.

When these two voices sounded, Xu Yang subconsciously turned around, but as soon as he turned his neck, he saw from the corner of his eye that the palm on his shoulder was approaching his neck, and he was so frightened that he quickly stopped.

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