Infinite flow is not like that at all

The moment Shen Ye stepped into the spatial portal, the feeling of weightlessness had not yet completely subsided when the spatial ripples behind him quickly subsided, disappearing without a trace, like water closing up.

He slowly raised his eyes, and in his field of vision was a corridor that was even narrower than the outside. The walls on both sides were covered with peeling light green paint. There were no warning signs or dense eye-shaped markings on the walls. Only the green emergency exit sign in the distance flickered, casting a faint light in the darkness.

A faint, milky smell wafted in the air, mixed with a damp, putrid odor, which wafted into my nostrils, creating an indescribable unease.

It was quiet all around; there were no footsteps, no breathing, and even the hum of the fluorescent lights had disappeared.

He was all alone.

Du Ziteng, Raven, Tianfang, and everyone from Magic Shield have disappeared without a trace.

"Where are they?" Shen Ye raised an eyebrow. Judging from the marks on the ground, they had all stayed here, but something seemed to have happened in that one minute that caused them to disappear.

However, Brother Shen was not surprised.

The place itself was filled with all sorts of strange things. He rubbed his fingertips against his cuff and silently called out to Little Evil, "Can you sense the location of other people?"

"Cannot be perceived."

"Colored pencils".

"You fucking!"

Xiao E cursed aloud, but his voice carried a hint of wariness, "Don't you dare court death here. The pollution level in this place is extraordinary, and what's hidden here is even more sinister. Be careful; that awakening aura outside just now was very dangerous!"

Shen Ye remained noncommittal.

My little rascal is acting unusually today. Even when I scold it, it actually reminds me.

Kindness?

I doubt it. This guy has ideas... but for now, he can only rely on himself.

Just as I took a step forward, I suddenly heard a burst of laughter.

It was the sound of children's laughter.

Crisp and sweet, like the giggling sound of a child playing, it drifted from the darkness at the end of the corridor, light and airy, yet precisely into one's ears.

The warning on the wall instantly flashed into my mind: "If you hear children laughing, close your eyes immediately, count to thirty, and then open them again."

Any ordinary player familiar with the rules would probably have already reflexively closed their eyes, gripped their weapon, and started counting down by now.

After all, in rule-based instances, violating warnings often results in immediate death, and no one dares to gamble with their life.

But Shen Ye simply stopped and looked up in the direction from which the laughter came, because he did not see the dense death line appear.

Shen Ye's tolerance for the death line is now almost always at the "S" level. If it's not at "S", you'll see how easily I react.

In the darkness, a small figure could be vaguely seen standing.

The distance was too far and the light too dim, so all that could be made out was that of a seven or eight-year-old child, wearing a faded blue and white striped school uniform, his figure as thin as a sheet of paper. He stood with his back to Shen Ye, his shoulders shrugging slightly, and the laughter was coming from in front of him.

The next second, the child's head slowly turned around.

Her body was still facing forward, but her neck was twisted 180 degrees at an angle that defied physiological structure, directly facing Shen Ye's direction.

His face was deathly pale, his dry, tangled hair clung to his forehead, and his eye sockets were two deep, dark holes, devoid of eyeballs or pupils. Yet his mouth was stretched wide, all the way to his ears, revealing two rows of fine, sharp teeth, layered like a shark's fangs.

"Giggle...giggle..."

The laughter that came from the mouth that split open to the cheek was no longer a clear, childlike voice, but became sharp and sticky, like a rusty piece of iron repeatedly scraping against glass, making one's brain ache.

As the laughter grew louder, the temperature in the corridor suddenly dropped, fine water droplets began to seep from the walls, and the milky smell in the air grew stronger, mixed with a cloying, rotten fruity stench.

This is a classic example of the impact of spiritual pollution.

If an ordinary player hears laughter of this caliber, they will begin to hallucinate within ten seconds, their consciousness will gradually become blurred, and in severe cases, they will suffer a mental breakdown and become a walking corpse.

The rules on the wall are not alarmist; closing your eyes to block out visual stimuli can indeed significantly reduce the rate of pollution and erosion, and you can get through the crisis if you can survive for thirty seconds.

But Shen Ye stood still, not only without closing his eyes, but also took two more steps forward, looking at the little boy with his head twisted with interest.

After all, the 230,000 pollution levels in his body were quietly sitting there; he was now like a calm, undisturbed pool of pollution.

This level of mental pollution is like pouring a cup of water into a spring; it won't even cause a splash.

Ultimately, these so-called strange rules and legends are essentially just pollution attacks of varying degrees. What is deadly poison to ordinary people is not even an appetizer for him.

"Giggle... giggle?"

The laughter suddenly stopped.

The little boy clearly sensed that something was wrong.

Normally, as soon as he smiled, people who came in would either be so frightened that they immediately closed their eyes or collapse and go crazy on the spot. No one had ever been like this person in front of them. Not only did he not flinch or close his eyes, but he also took two steps forward, his eyes as calm as if he were looking at a stray dog ​​on the side of the road.

He seemed to be enraged, and his laughter suddenly became extremely shrill, almost piercing the eardrums.

His body, though his feet didn't move, was rapidly approaching Shen Ye as if gliding.

Ten meters... eight meters... five meters...

The closer you get, the more bizarre his appearance becomes.

Blood began to seep from the corners of his mouth, which were split to the roots of his ears. Tiny black worms crawled out of his empty eye sockets. His body under his school uniform began to swell abnormally, as if something was about to crawl out from under his skin.

A huge gray phantom slowly emerged behind him.

The silhouette was blurry, but it stretched out countless tiny, childlike hands, scratching at the air in a dense, rustling motion.

"Boom!" A terrifying aura of pollution surged towards Shen Ye like a tidal wave. The plaster on the walls on both sides of the corridor was washed away by this aura, and fine cracks appeared on the tiled floor.

This is its complete form.

If an ordinary player were to keep their eyes open at this moment, the mental impact of this phantom alone would be enough to cause their brain to shut down, resulting in them bleeding from all seven orifices and dying.

No wonder they asked you to keep your eyes open; it really is deadly.

The phantom loomed closer and closer, countless tiny hands reaching out to grab Shen Ye's face, carrying a cold, putrid stench.

Just then, Shen Ye suddenly smiled.

It wasn't nervousness or fear, but a faint, slightly amusing smile.

"Little friend, that's not how you laugh."

He said it softly, and the next second, with a slight thought, he activated the skill "Damn, that's pretty annoying" on himself.

[Skill: He's pretty hot-tempered]

[Effect: Applied to any target, causing an uneasy sound corresponding to the target's corruption level to resonate from them (lasts for three minutes)]

The uneasy sound that the skill originally came with was a jumble of whispers and roars, but this time, Shen Ye deliberately changed the sound to laughter.

It wasn't the sharp, childlike voice of a little boy; it was a deep, hoarse laugh with a heavy, polluting quality, rising simultaneously from all directions, like countless people laughing together right next to your ear—heavy, cold, and with a crushing sense of oppression.

His pollution level of 230,000 spread unreservedly through his laughter.

boom

An invisible wave of pollution exploded outwards from Shen Ye, instantly pushing back against him.

The little boy's laughter stopped abruptly.

His exaggerated smile froze instantly, his wide smile twitched uncontrollably, and his empty eye sockets revealed an expression of extreme terror.

The countless small hands that reached out to Shen Ye seemed to have touched a red-hot iron, and instantly withdrew. The phantom began to tremble violently and became somewhat transparent.

The little boy trembled violently, like a leaf, unable to stand steadily. He stared intently at Shen Ye, and for the first time, a human emotion appeared on that eerie face: disbelief and a deep-seated fear.

He seemed to see a monster a thousand times more terrifying than himself.

"You...you......."

He made a hoarse sound in his throat, and more and more black blood flowed from the corner of his mouth, his teeth starting to fall out one by one. The next second, he vomited a large clump of white foam, his body shuddered violently, and he turned and ran into the darkness, not even bothering to retract his ghostly form, running while letting out a piercing scream, his voice cracking as he ran:

"save!"

Heavy footsteps echoed from the darkness at the end of the corridor.

Thump... thump...

Each step he took caused the ground to tremble slightly, carrying a violent, protective rage. A polluted aura, several times stronger than that of the little boy, surged from the darkness. A tall, bloated black shadow could be vaguely seen rapidly approaching, emitting a low roar!

Shen Ye's gaze sharpened.

This is the real killer move hidden behind the rules.

The child's laughter is the bait; in the thirty seconds it takes for the eyes to close, this lurking presence will launch a sneak attack.

Ordinary players can't see it with their eyes closed, so they can only passively take hits and will most likely be torn to shreds.

Just as the little boy was about to plunge into the darkness, Shen Ye took a slight step.

With a swift movement, he appeared as if by magic, blocking the little boy's path.

Without any unnecessary movements, he simply reached out, precisely grabbed the back of the little boy's collar, and lifted him up easily, like picking up a chick.

The little boy kicked and screamed as he struggled, but he couldn't even touch Shen Ye's wrist.

Shen Ye lifted him up, held a knife to the little boy's neck, and looked up at the bloated black figure about to rush out of the darkness, his tone calm:

"It's tutoring time now."

"Please cooperate, parent."

The footsteps in the darkness... slowly came to a stop.

.......

"Watch out! Be on guard!"

At this moment.

Du Ziteng and his group were no longer in the narrow corridor they had just left.

Before me was a wider corridor, with a dark gray carpet on the floor and rows of dark brown wooden doors arranged irregularly on both sides, stretching from near to far, with countless doors.

Some doors had dark red bloodstains seeping from the bottom, some had the screeching sound of fingernails scratching the door panel coming from inside, some had a faint green light shining through the cracks in the doors, and some doors were ajar with intermittent whispers coming from inside, the words of which were indistinct.

"We...we've been moved?" Du Ziteng looked around blankly.

"That was really close."

The young man with the earring squatted down, his fingertips brushing against a speck of dust from the carpet. His expression was grave. "I never imagined that the child's laughter was a trap, and that there were monsters lurking in the shadows waiting to ambush us."

They had their eyes closed, but a monster was approaching from the shadows.