I am a god in the secret world

Xue Tao felt her heart beating very fast.

He closed his eyes and tried his best to calm himself.

Don't worry about it. Just pretend you don't know and nothing will happen.

But the people around him were getting colder and colder.

And it was right against his back, as if someone had placed a large lump of ice on his back, making his back go from cold to cold to painful, and gradually taking away the temperature of his whole body.

Xue Tao dared not move at all.

But it was getting colder and colder, and his body was already stiff and uncomfortable from not moving for a long time. He really couldn't stand it anymore, so he moved his legs.

With this movement, the people behind him also moved.

Xue Tao could hear a slight friction sound right behind him, as if someone had turned over.

After that, the icy temperature disappeared.

Xue Tao felt a little uncertain for a while, and his body temperature gradually warmed up, which made him finally sure that the thing was really gone.

He finally breathed a sigh of relief and turned over, feeling his stiff and uncomfortable body relieved.

The next moment, something fell on his forehead.

Icy and cold, a bit like a snowflake.

Xue Tao inevitably stiffened again.

The cold temperature enveloped him again, and this time Xue Tao opened his eyes.

He saw Zhang Yiping, who was smashed beyond recognition and covered with a layer of ice and snow, right above his head.

It seemed as if giant red butterfly wings had sprouted from his back, allowing him to float in the air.

Xue Tao didn't know if it was because of the cold, but her teeth were chattering.

Zhang Yiping stared at Xue Tao intently, and his eyes widened as he died, making people feel cold inside.

Xue Tao doesn't want to die.

He didn't know why Zhang Yiping came back like this, but he didn't want to die.

He didn't know where he got the courage from, but he rushed out from the side and walked out of the tent without looking back.

Xue Tao ran forward desperately, he didn't even dare to look back.

He didn't know how long he had been running, but his strength was really overdrawn. He had to stop and gasp for breath. The cold air poured into his lungs, making his body start to feel cold again.

Xue Tao finally looked back, then he fell to the ground in horror.

Zhang Yiping was right behind him, having been lying behind Xue Tao from beginning to end. He was as light as a butterfly, so Xue Tao could not feel him at all, but she could see him as soon as she turned around.

Xue Tao kept backing away, and the fear of death made him start to apologize.

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry, it's all my fault for being bewildered for a moment, I beg you to let me go!"

"Yiping, for the sake of our long-time friendship, please let me go. I really didn't mean it!"

As Xue Tao spoke, she kowtowed to him and cried bitterly, looking particularly pitiful.

Zhang Yiping looked at him and suddenly smiled.

"Don't you think that I stole your fate?"

Xue Tao's body stiffened.

This thought only crossed his mind and he never spoke it out loud.

And Zhang Yiping's voice was still coming faintly.

"Since you want my fate so much, I'll give it to you now."

Xue Tao opened his eyes wide in horror, turned around and wanted to run, but it was too late.

He was lifted up high into the sky, and then fell from the sky.

Just like when Zhang Yiping died.

"If I had known earlier, I shouldn't have killed him." Xue Tao said dimly.

His face was unrecognizable, and his limbs were twisted in strange ways. "I shouldn't have killed him. I should have found a way to borrow his life after I got out. What a pity..."

Everyone was silent for a while.

Xue Tao has already set his sights on the next person.

"It's your turn."

Bai Cha yawned in the snow pile and patted Ah Huang's shoulder.

"Ah Huang, it's your turn now."

With the end of the third story, this surrounding area has completely become the domain of the evil spirit in the background.

There are still five stories, which is not short, but before the five stories are finished, Bai Cha may have to find a way to kill these people and deduce the complete plot.

Otherwise, she would have to fight the evil ghost, but unfortunately, all her attacking skills and props were prohibited from being used in this game.

Based on the three stories so far, these three people have all died in the "past".

But how can a person die in the past?
Or can dead people still grow like normal people?
How can it be?

Sun Qipeng died in childhood, but he now looks like he is old enough to get married.

Wang Yurou died at the age of eighteen, but she is now the same age as Sun Qipeng.

Xue Tao died young, but he is now in his thirties.

There are butterflies in everyone’s story, which may be closely related to their previous waiting for the red butterfly in the dark.

The red butterfly represents obsession, or in other words, the ability to "realize obsession."

In other words, this obsession can be said to be a kind of wish.

So it makes sense that they collectively wait for the arrival of butterflies in the dark because they want to fulfill a particular wish in their hearts.

What about Li Zhenzhen?
What is the relationship between the evil ghost in the background and Li Zhenzhen?
Is it me?
Or something else?

Give it a try anyway.

The next person to tell the story is Zhu Qisheng, another young man in the team, who also looks to be college age.

"The story I'm going to tell is from my childhood."

"My family is very unfortunate because I have a father who likes domestic violence. Most of my memories of my original family are about me and my mother being beaten."

"The remaining half is my mother and I who depend on each other for survival."

The surrounding scene gradually revealed a somewhat shabby, small and messy room.

The woman was screaming for mercy, but that didn't stop the attacker.

The woman soon became covered in bruises and curled up on the ground, trying her best to protect her head.

Zhu Qisheng hid in the cupboard and watched everything outside through the gap.

He covered his head in fear, his body shaking uncontrollably.

Because he knew very well that after his mother was beaten, it would be his turn.

Sure enough, when my mother's resistance gradually weakened, the man panted, holding a stick in his hand and looked at the closet.

His expression was ferocious and he pulled open the cabinet.

"You little bastard, I knew you were hiding here! Get out here!"

"Why? Are you happy to see your mother being beaten?"

Along with his words, the stick in his hand also fell.

Zhu Qisheng kept begging for mercy.

"Dad! Dad, I was wrong. Please let me go and don't hit me anymore!"

But this was of no use. The other party had just drunk some wine and would not stop until he had beaten both the mother and the son.

Zhu Qisheng felt desperate.

When will days like this end?