Weird, my gaming life

Lin Yuan held Su Xiaoxiao's hand, his steps never faltering.

His internal energy was almost depleted, and his physical strength was also greatly exhausted, with fine beads of cold sweat seeping from his forehead.

The sense of crisis, like a thorn in his back, did not diminish with Zhang Wensang's disappearance. Instead, it tightened like an invisible net from all sides, making him feel almost suffocated.

This was not an illusion. It was a lock from a higher level, as if a cold eye had transcended the barriers of space and was staring intently at his soul.

"We must leave here immediately!" Lin Yuan's voice was a little hoarse. He forcibly suppressed his surging blood and qi, trying to squeeze out even a trace of true qi from his dantian.

Su Xiaoxiao was pulled along by Lin Yuan, staggering behind him, still somewhat dazed.

The people and things that had previously dragged her into trouble were now resolved. In a daze, she felt a sense of unreality and couldn't help but glance back at the girl of the same age whom she had envied, even hated.

The headless corpse lay there quietly, as if the terrifying battle had left no trace of her.

Only the continuously flowing scarlet blood kept telling her that this was real, that the girl she had once envied and even hated in the end was finally dead.

She was finally free, but just as she was about to look away, something unexpected happened.

Su Jingjing's headless corpse suddenly stood up unsteadily and waved at her. Instantly, Su Xiaoxiao's pupils shrank, and a chill ran down her spine.

"Little...little...brother..."

Su Xiaoxiao desperately tried to grab Lin Yuan's hand and make her turn around to see the horrifying scene, but Lin Yuan seemed completely oblivious and continued to pull her forward.

Su Xiaoxiao's lips trembled with terror. She wanted to scream, she wanted to tell Lin Yuan about this horrific scene.

But at this moment she found that all her voices, including all her senses, were being drowned out by a deeper darkness.

A jet-black koi carp slowly emerged from Su Jingjing's standing corpse. It looked up at the two people who were about to leave and gave them a strange smile before exploding.

Then a black mist began to permeate the entire orphanage.

The black mist rapidly devoured everything around it, spreading continuously from the orphanage as its center. Lin Yuan was completely unaware of all this, but he felt an unparalleled terror engulfing him.

This made Lin Yuan eager to leave this unsettling place.

However, just as he was about to step out of the orphanage, his body suddenly froze on the spot, because what lay before him was not the familiar street scene, but a village with wisps of smoke rising from its chimneys.

The person he was holding had also changed; she was no longer Su Xiaoxiao, who looked like an ugly duckling, but Su Jingjing, who was as delicate as a porcelain doll.

At this moment, Lin Yuan felt a shiver run through his body. He clearly remembered that Su Jingjing's head had been smashed by his punch, but who was this sweet and lovely girl smiling at him?

Lin Yuan wanted to tell himself that this was just an illusion, but the warm touch from the girl's hand made him unable to deny it all. And it was clearly him who was holding Su Xiaoxiao's hand, but now it was Su Jingjing who was holding his hand.

They switched places at some point, and everything seemed perfectly natural, but deep down, Lin Yuan felt a sense that things shouldn't be like this.

Lin Yuan swallowed hard and couldn't help but look back. The once dark orphanage had vanished without a trace, and all that appeared before him was a fog that obscured everything.

"Little brother, what are you looking at!"

A clear, melodious voice, like that of a nightingale, rang in Lin Yuan's ears. Lin Yuan snapped back to his senses, and then the memories in his mind began to blur.

The person in front of him was his older sister, someone everyone in the family doted on. He couldn't make her unhappy, and he couldn't refuse any of her requests.

An instinctive prompt kept rising in Lin Yuan's subconscious. Whenever he tried to deny this information, he would feel a sharp pain in his head, making him unwilling to think about it anymore.

Lin Yuan shook his slightly dizzy head and smiled at his older sister who was holding his hand.

"It's nothing, sister, I just suddenly can't remember what we were doing!"

Su Jingjing gave Lin Yuan a sweet smile.

"You silly little brother, if you can't remember, don't try to remember!"

Lin Yuan felt somewhat uneasy, but he didn't know where the discomfort came from. He could only nod silently and follow the girl's lead as he walked along the village path that felt both familiar and somewhat strange to him.

As Lin Yuan stepped onto the soft soil, it felt as if he were walking on cotton, each step feeling unsteady and weak.

He was being led by Su Jingjing; her small hand was warm and soft, constantly radiating a comforting warmth.

But his heart was sinking deeper and deeper into an icy abyss.

wrong.

Everything is wrong.

"Jingjing, look, Butcher Wang's dog is sunbathing at the door again. So lazy."

A villager carrying a hoe passed by and greeted him with a smile.

"Yes, Uncle Zhang, it does that every day," Su Jingjing replied sweetly.

Lin Yuan's gaze swept over the villager, then fell on the stray dog ​​lying at the door.

His memory told him that the scene was extremely familiar.

But his intuition was screaming wildly.

Yesterday, the day before yesterday, the day before that... fragmented images flashed through his mind: Uncle Zhang carrying a hoe, the lazy dog ​​sunbathing at the door, the same conversation, the same smile.

This village is like a painting that is played on repeat.

"elder sister……"

Lin Yuan spoke, his voice dry and hoarse.

"Hmm? What's wrong, little brother?" Su Jingjing turned around, her porcelain doll-like face showing concern. "Are you feeling unwell? Your face is so pale."

"Where...where are we going?"

Lin Yuan forced himself to ask the question, and with each word he spoke, it felt like a steel needle was piercing his temple, the intense pain making his vision go black.

Subconsciously, a voice warned him: Don't ask, don't think, just follow your sister.

"Go home, silly little brother."

Su Jingjing giggled, her voice clear and melodious, "Mom and Dad must have finished cooking. Don't you love Mom's braised pork the most?"

Braised pork belly...

Lin Yuan suddenly stopped in his tracks.

A strong feeling of nausea surged up from my stomach.

He remembered.

It's not braised pork.

It was that split belly, that foul-smelling liquid, that gaping maw that was about to devour him!

"what!"

Lin Yuan clutched his head and squatted down in anguish.

Countless chaotic images exploded in his mind.

The ghoul's face scorched by golden flames, the dean with a blue face and fangs, charred remains flying everywhere, and... Su Jingjing's head, smashed by his punch.

"Little brother! What's wrong?"

Su Jingjing's anxious voice rang out above her head. She squatted down and tried to help Lin Yuan up.

Her hand touched Lin Yuan's shoulder.

Lin Yuan's body trembled violently, and a chill from his very instincts made him instantly break free from the warm touch.

He raised his head, his bloodshot eyes fixed on the girl in front of him.

"Who are you?"

Those three words seemed to have exhausted all of Lin Yuan's strength.

The moment the words left his mouth, the world around him seemed to freeze for a moment.

The smiles on the villagers' faces froze, the wind stopped, and the wisps of smoke drifting in the distance hung suspended in mid-air.

The concern on Su Jingjing's face also disappeared.

She looked at Lin Yuan quietly, and a cold indifference, as if looking at a dead object, slowly rose in her innocent eyes.

"You remember now?"

Her voice was no longer sweet; it became hollow and eerie.

"This is so boring. I thought I could play a little longer."

She stood up, looking down at Lin Yuan with a mocking smile.

"Your soul is indeed more powerful than I imagined."

Lin Yuan struggled to his feet. His internal energy had long since dried up, but he still subconsciously adopted the starting stance of the Vajra Wrathful Dragon Tiger Fist.

This is a physical instinct, a fighting memory etched into one's bones.

"it's useless."

Su Jingjing shook her head, as if looking at a futilely struggling insect.

"Welcome to my 'Koi Fish Realm,' where I am the rules, I am... luck itself."

She opened her arms, and the entire village scene began to distort and peel away.

The cozy farmhouses have been transformed into dilapidated graves, and the warm and simple villagers have become skeletons swaying on the graves. The warm sunlight has faded, turning into a depressing darkness.

The village path beneath their feet had somehow transformed into a road paved with countless pale arms, which were twitching slightly, as if trying to drag them into the ground.

The only thing that remained unchanged was the thick, impenetrable black fog in the sky.

"This is……"

Lin Yuan's pupils contracted; he finally understood where that intense sense of crisis came from.

This is not the real world at all.

This is a realm constructed by strange forces!