Tower Defense Game: My Kingdom of Eternal Life

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"Why are you so excited after hearing my voice..."

Cheng Shen paused for a moment, feeling a little guilty. He had seen too many deaths, and at least he could tell that the behavior of the man before his death was not like the reaction of an abused victim upon hearing the savior...

"People in nightmares are not normal."

Shaked his head.

Cheng Shen endured the stench and searched everywhere.

There were very few things in the house, and both the inner and outer rooms were empty, but he still found something. In a pile of messy hair not far from the wooden bed, Cheng Shen found a sharp knife.

[Obtain: Nightmare Blade!]

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The sound of the system prompts also became distorted and sharp through nightmares, frightening Cheng Shen.

But when he tried to look at the sharp knife with a thick layer of dirty cloth wrapped around the handle, he couldn't see any weapon attributes.

Cheng Shen was thoughtful.

Soon, he started to tear the clothes on the corpse into long strips, then used a sharp knife to cut the top of the wooden stick in his hand, then disassembled the handle of the knife, and inserted the sharp blade into the crack tightly.

Tie up.

This way.

He got a crudely made spear.

Cheng Shen has much more experience with guns than with sticks, and it is easier to kill with a bladed weapon.

"These can also be used..."

Cheng Shen started thinking. He threw the remaining strips of cloth on the ground, soaked in dirt mixed with human body oil, and stuffed them into his arms regardless of nausea. At a critical moment, this thing might be used to make a torch.

He then climbed out of the window and left the building along the same path.

"What on earth was that thing just now... The people in the room opposite me don't seem to be hiding from me on purpose.

And it seems like he knows the pattern of the appearance of that blood-red ghost."

Cheng Shen turned his head.

His ability to perceive was also sealed and unusable as his spiritual power was sealed, but his most elusive intuition was greatly enhanced. Cheng Shen guessed that this ability may come from some trait deep in his soul.

At this moment, he is the conscious body whose deep soul is condensed, so this change occurs.

This was also the reason why he was able to detect the approaching danger in time just now.

Squeak...

Just as he was thinking, the door he was staring at opened, and a pale face appeared through the crack in the door.

The woman wearing a plain white dress looked haggard, with a heartbroken expression on her face, and said to Cheng Shen:

"Daniel, you scared me to death just now! Have you forgotten that the Dream Demon will appear at noon every day? Fortunately, you hid in Old John's house in time... I haven't seen Old John for many days...

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The woman chattered in a soft and cold tone.

She sounded concerned like the aunt next door, but Cheng Shen didn't believe even a word of her words.

It took at least four or five minutes from the time he left the house to the time the incubus appeared.

She obviously had enough time to remind herself aloud.

And the most important thing is.

When the woman spoke, the malice in her bloodshot eyes was too obvious.

Cheng Shen could only feel like he was being stared at by a poisonous snake.

"Old John? He's dead."

Cheng Shen said directly, observing the other party's reaction.

"Dead?" The woman showed a surprised expression and shrank back. A very strange smile appeared on her face, as if she was afraid of herself, but also seemed to be laughing at herself for doing something strange.

"No wonder. It's a good death, a good death...but isn't it a little too early?"

she asked strangely.

morning?

Cheng Shen looked calm and did not answer. The other party seemed to believe that he was the one who killed Old John, but the information revealed in this sentence was so weird and complicated that Cheng Shen could not guess the woman's purpose for a while.

Since coming to this world, he has experienced too many unequal exchanges of information.

According to his experience, when faced with this situation, not answering is the best response.

Because you can't be sure how many meanings there are in the other person's words.

Say too much,

Many mistakes.

What's more, he is still playing the identity of a nightmare aboriginal at this time. Cheng Shen doesn't know what trouble it will bring to him after being exposed, but since it is an uncertain matter, it is definitely not wrong to avoid it as much as possible.

The woman's strange reaction once again cast a layer of confusion in Cheng Shen's mind.

His eyes flashed slightly, he picked up the spear with the blade wrapped in a strip of cloth, and took a step towards the house where the woman was. The woman immediately stepped back as if she was on guard, and her body disappeared into the darkness.

"Are you going to attack me now? I advise you to think carefully, I am not as easy to deal with as Old John!"

"I Have a Picture Book of Ghosts and Gods"

she warned.

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Cheng Shen stopped when he heard this.

What made him give up his thoughts was, of course, not the threat from the woman, but the house. Cheng Shen felt nothing when facing the woman alone, but when he got closer, he inexplicably felt a strong crisis coming from the building.

Cheng Shen grinned slightly and said, "I don't even understand what you are talking about. I didn't kill Old John."

He told the truth.

But the tone of his expression didn't make anyone feel sincere at all.

"Whether it was you who killed me or not, we will find out later in the evening." The woman's cold voice came out, "It's still early in the day. I really don't understand why you took action in advance. Your mind seems to be affected by laziness!"

"hehe."

Cheng Shen chuckled noncommittally.

The woman's words allowed him to hear some key information. These nightmare residents seemed to be waiting for a fixed time, and as soon as that time arrived, someone would start a killing in this town...

Who could it be?

The pervert who imprisoned and tortured old John?

Or should I say...

Cheng Shen did not continue talking to the woman.

He deliberately behaved arrogantly and made clichés, which was already a very risky move because he didn't know what kind of person Daniel was before.

The more you talk.

The easier it is for him to reveal his true identity in front of women.

Cheng Shen turned around and left. The conversation with the woman also taught him another important piece of information, which was that the terrifying dream ghost figure just now would only appear at noon every day, so at least he didn't have to worry about it in the future.

but.

Who knows how many similar dangers there are in this town...

The time when the incubus wanders is noon.

It's past noon.

The town seems to be accelerating its evolution towards nighttime hours.

The light is getting darker and darker, and the burning fireball in the sky is becoming more and more conspicuous. The dark light shines on the buildings, adding to the aura of death, and there seems to be unknown crawling in the shadows.

"This town will definitely become more terrifying at night. It seems that the only way to avoid risks is to stay in the building... But if I can't successfully get the medicine before night, I won't be able to return to that scary home..."

Cheng Shen thought to himself.

"To old John's house?"

His thoughts were spinning, but the woman's words just now gave him more uncertain thoughts.

She was surprised that "she" killed old John.

But this surprise did not come from why he wanted to kill Old John, but why he did it so early... There was even a hint of schadenfreude in her tone, as if he had done something very stupid.

And her reaction undoubtedly shows that killing people in advance before that special time comes will bring a lot of trouble to herself.

Where will the trouble come from?

Cheng Shen was not sure, and it was the uncertainty that made him extremely fearful of the house that had killed so many people.

He just hopes now.

The person who abused Old John could not really be the Daniel before...

"Found it."

Cheng Shen stopped in front of a building. This building was taller than ordinary residential buildings. It was also made of earth and stone. The steep spire was covered with black tiles, and there was no emblem on the surface to show its function.

Cheng Shen was sure because he smelled a bitter herbal scent.

Since the factor of having the medicine is almost the same, it is at least more reliable than him continuing to search aimlessly.

The two opposite wooden doors were tightly closed, and a dim yellow light shone through the patterned glass inlaid on the doors.

Cheng Shen pushed the door open and entered.

A strong smell of bitter herbs mixed with a faint rancid smell immediately came out of the room. This was a long and narrow consulting room. There were five beds on the right side of the room, and there was a patient lying on three of them.

Their whole bodies were tightly bound with bandages.

Lying on the bed.

Motionless.

But that familiar shape made Cheng Shen's heart tense instantly.

"Sick ghost..."

A word that Seaman repeatedly emphasized came to mind, that is, in the deserted village, the most terrifying existence besides the devil, and even in a sense, their threat is more terrifying than the devil!

Cheng Shen had seen Ximan's true form with his own eyes, so of course he believed in his warning.

He paused at the door for a moment, then grasped the spear and walked slowly into the room. On the shelf on the left side of the consulting room were many bottles and jars filled with turbid liquids, as well as sharp needles that looked like syringes.

Some of the syringes have been used, and there is thick blood flowing in the translucent glass tube, as well as some greasy yellow-white liquid.

A door on the inside of the clinic was half open, and the dim candlelight showed the figures moving around.

"Is anyone there?"

Cheng Shen asked in a soft voice.

The slight noise coming from the inner room immediately disappeared, and within a moment, an old man with a stooped figure and dark, wrinkled skin walked out.

He held a wet rag in his hand and tried to wipe it, and he could see traces of blood.

"You came a little late today..." he said hoarsely, and then his eyes swept over Cheng Shen's hands, automatically ignoring the weapon in his hand, and asked calmly: "Why didn't you bring anything? I won't give you the money."

Give you medicine."

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"Sick ghost..."

A word that Seaman repeatedly emphasized came to mind, that is, in the deserted village, the most terrifying existence besides the devil, and even in a sense, their threat is more terrifying than the devil!

Cheng Shen had seen Ximan's true form with his own eyes, so of course he believed in his warning.

He paused at the door for a moment, then grasped the spear and walked slowly into the room. On the shelf on the left side of the consulting room were many bottles and jars filled with turbid liquids, as well as sharp needles that looked like syringes.

Some of the syringes have been used, and there is thick blood flowing in the translucent glass tube, as well as some greasy yellow-white liquid.

A door on the inside of the clinic was half open, and the dim candlelight showed the figures moving around.

"Is anyone there?"

Cheng Shen asked in a soft voice.

The slight noise coming from the inner room immediately disappeared, and within a moment, an old man with a stooped figure and dark, wrinkled skin walked out.

He held a wet rag in his hand and tried to wipe it, and he could see traces of blood.

"You came a little late today..." he said hoarsely, and then his eyes swept over Cheng Shen's hands, automatically ignoring the weapon in his hand, and asked calmly: "Why didn't you bring anything? I won't give you the money."

I can sell medicine."

"Sick ghost..."

A word that Seaman repeatedly emphasized came to mind, that is, in the deserted village, the most terrifying existence besides the devil, and even in a sense, their threat is more terrifying than the devil!

Cheng Shen had seen Ximan's true form with his own eyes, so of course he believed in his warning.

He paused at the door for a moment, then grasped the spear and walked slowly into the room. On the shelf on the left side of the consulting room were many bottles and jars filled with turbid liquids, as well as sharp needles that looked like syringes.

Some of the syringes have been used, and there is thick blood flowing in the translucent glass tube, as well as some greasy yellow-white liquid.

A door on the inside of the clinic was half open, and the dim candlelight showed the figures moving around.

"Is anyone there?"

Cheng Shen asked in a soft voice.

The slight noise coming from the inner room immediately disappeared, and within a moment, an old man with a stooped figure and dark, wrinkled skin walked out.

He held a wet rag in his hand and tried to wipe it, and he could see traces of blood.

"You came a little late today..." he said hoarsely, and then his eyes swept over Cheng Shen's hands, automatically ignoring the weapon in his hand, and asked calmly: "Why didn't you bring anything? I won't give you the money."

I can sell medicine."

"Sick ghost..."

A word that Seaman repeatedly emphasized came to mind, that is, in the deserted village, the most terrifying existence besides the devil, and even in a sense, their threat is more terrifying than the devil!

Cheng Shen had seen Ximan's true form with his own eyes, so of course he believed in his warning.

He paused at the door for a moment, then grasped the spear and walked slowly into the room. On the shelf on the left side of the consulting room were many bottles and jars filled with turbid liquids, as well as sharp needles that looked like syringes.

Some of the syringes have been used, and there is thick blood flowing in the translucent glass tube, as well as some greasy yellow-white liquid.

A door on the inside of the clinic was half open, and the dim candlelight showed the figures moving around.

"Is anyone there?"

Cheng Shen asked in a soft voice.

The slight noise coming from the inner room immediately disappeared, and within a moment, an old man with a stooped figure and dark, wrinkled skin walked out.

He held a wet rag in his hand and tried to wipe it, and he could see traces of blood.

"You came a little late today..." he said hoarsely, and then his eyes swept over Cheng Shen's hands, automatically ignoring the weapon in his hand, and asked calmly: "Why didn't you bring anything? I won't give you the money."

I can sell medicine."