Chapter 471: Chapter 459: Fear Invasion
“Right! Does anyone need to prepare anything, or take a break?
There’s no need to rush. I have spent so much effort building this amusent park, and it’s taken so much ti to bring you all here, so we must make sure everyone is ready before facing this videotape.
If you’re hungry, or need to use the restroom, or want to hear a joke to lighten the mood, feel free to ntion it.
I can even arrange a dinner party first to get everyone in the best state.”
When the Joker proposed this brief break for a dinner party, Wu Wen was the first to respond:
“Didn’t the dinner party already happen?”
This response made everyone pause for a mont, and the Joker quickly realized as well.
“Oh right! I completely forgot about that… But it seems like Miss Wu is a bit anxious. Let ask everyone else’s opinion.
If no one has anything urgent to take care of, speak up quickly.
If not, we’ll start right away.”
Luo Di quietly asked Wu Wen: ‘Should we wait for Hua Yuan to wake up?’
‘That guy Lebeite is clearly getting impatient. Besides, now is the perfect ti, we’re all in the best state, no need to wait.
Hua Yuan’s condition is stable. Watching in a sleep state doesn’t affect anything, it might even have a special effect.’
‘Alright.’
With no one voicing a need for a break, the Joker made a gesture of invitation:
“Well, Mr. Lebeite, please insert the videotape into the equipnt, and everyone find a spot to prepare for viewing.
And Luo Di, could you help our friend in the coffin up and pry open her eyes, to ensure the TV image reflects on her retina.”
Lebeite stepped forward,
It was his first ti handling this kind of equipnt, and it took quite a while to insert the tape, making everyone a bit anxious, but luckily, he managed to insert it smoothly in the end.
A weird chanical noise emanated from the equipnt room.
The static on the TV screen disappeared, turning into pure black.
Luo Di, half-squatting, helped Hua Yuan up from the coffin, simultaneously crafting a tal torture device to fix her sitting posture, complented by tal hooks pinning her eyelids open.
The torture device intensified the connection with Hua Yuan, for preparations if need be.
Everyone’s gaze was already fixed on the TV screen.
In the transition of the black screen before the main content started, the cellar and the reflections of the eight viewers appeared.
Aligning with each person’s reflection position, the cast nas appeared one after another:
Joke,
Douglas,
“Carnivorous Family,”
Mia,
Luo Di,
Wu Wen,
Lebeite,
Hua Yuan,
After everyone’s nas appeared,
none of the viewers,
including Lebeite, whose adaptability to fear is incredibly high, could move their eyes,
as if so strong glue had stuck everyone’s eyeballs to the screen.
The nas on the screen gradually faded,
bringing a strong sense of suction.
Not a physical suction, but one targeting the soul, the deep consciousness.
It was irresistible, undeniable.
Buzz!
The black screen on the TV was like the mouth of a giant beast swallowing everything.
Luo Di couldn’t sense anyone’s existence, even Hua Yuan with the torture device set, in this dark and unknown space, there was only him.
Or rather, his perception was compressed beneath his skin, unable to extend out.
Both the gray perception and night vision were totally ineffective,
an absolute darkness.
There was even a sense of death, but more endless and despairing than actual death.
Luo Di wasn’t panicked because he had experienced death once before.
He began attempting to use his Hell Ability, trying to light up with heated tal, but it was still futile.
After trying all kinds of thods, the darkness remained unchanged.
Since that was the case, he no longer insisted on illumination.
Unable to see or touch anything, he stepped forward, walking normally.
After walking for about five minutes,
he stepped on sothing with a baton-like structure, picked it up and slled kerosene, and the feel in his hands was that of a wooden stick.
“A torch?”
Luo Di tried to ignite it with the heat from Hell tal.
Whoosh!
The firelight blazed up,
he actually lit it up!
With the ignition of the torch, the spread of light, Luo Di’s sealed perception gradually restored, but only within the range illuminated by the fire.
Once it touched the darkness, the perception couldn’t extend out.
The firelight covered a range of about ten ters,
there were neither plants around nor walls.
The ground beneath his feet was a kind of hard black soil, making it impossible to determine what kind of area he was in.
However, directly ahead,
at the end of the light,
sothing seed to be erect on the black soil,
like stakes, blackened stakes.
“What’s this?”
Luo Di roughly sensed sothing, he was not afraid, and approached proactively.
Under the illumination of the firelight, the so-called stakes revealed their truth.
A large cross was implanted on the black soil, mold spots had eroded the ebony surface into honeycomb-like holes, it was unclear how many years it had been stuck there.
It was not a solitary cross.
At the center, sothing hangs there.
Even the flas that can dispel darkness show strong resistance when approaching this object, trembling, unwilling to spread up.
But as Luo Di steps completely to the foot of the cross, the flas finally muster the courage to cover it.
A “person” is nailed on it,
rather than being nailed, the cross seems to have grown from the person’s back.
This person is as decay-ridden and rotten as the cross.
Maggots tunnel crystalline paths in the festering eye sockets,
as the flas pass over the pale cheekbones, the dry creaking sound of bone friction can be heard.
The right half of its body is completely collapsed, like a clay figurine repeatedly crushed by heavy objects.
The lower body leaves only so dried strip-like structures, seemingly forcibly torn apart by others in life.
Even so,
Luo Di still feels so familiarity with the figure; the decayed, exposed face is strikingly similar to his own.
Thump! Thump! Thump!
Suddenly,
a powerful heartbeat strikes, the heart within the body begins to pump, causing Luo Di’s own heartbeat to weaken, his body becoming frail, surroundings blurring.
Even so,
he continues to stand, gazing at the entity above, even wanting to kill it.
A voice mixed with exotic disturbance erges from this person’s mouth:
“In the face of such suffocating fear, what creature can still hold on? Others have begun to yield, becoming part of the fear.
Will you join them?”
“No.”
Luo Di responds decisively, though he already slls death, realizing his body is rapidly decaying.
“So reckless, so foolish, so insignificant, so humble… I shall grant you the identity of an ant, watching you struggle and bleed in the mire of fear.
In three days, you’ll regret today’s answer, it’ll be the date you succumb.”
“Who are you?”
“I am the Corner, I am you…”
As soon as the words fall,
Luo Di’s body collapses like mud, dissolving into minced at, slowly lding into the pitch-black soil, and only then does he realize this black soil is sheer fear substance, currently rging with his flesh.
There is no ans to halt this process,
thick fear perates every inch of skin, flows through every inch of veins.
So substance is crazily jamming into the brain,
he cannot refuse, for this is precisely Luo Di’s own choice.
…
Rumble rumble~
A neat and rhythmic rail sound echoes soothingly by the ears.
Luo Di is gradually waking up,
he’s leaning against a genuine leather train seat.
Green plants outside keep flashing by under the night, only occasionally glimpsing branches illuminated by moonlight, rapidly flashing one after another.
The head feels exceptionally heavy,
he seems to have forgotten many things,
can’t even rember clearly why he’s here.
Luo Di promptly checks his body, finding himself dressed in a deep green baseball jacket, beige sweatpants, and white sneakers.
A hot symbol seems carved on the back of his right hand, but he doesn’t pay imdiate attention.
Instead, he retrieves a student ID from his pocket.
≮ Fourth High School, Class 5 Senior Year, Luo Di ≯
He looks at the information, the muddled mories in his brain gradually clearing.
“Yes, I’m a senior at Fourth, a baseball team mber!
This ti taking the train to Wenslim City, participating in the local university’s baseball team selection, once passed, I can get an offer in advance.
Practiced too long yesterday, did I accidentally fall asleep on the train today? It shouldn’t have reached the stop yet, why’s there nobody on the train?”
Luo Di looks up at the empty carriage, and at the flickering bulb at the carriage’s end, a sense of unease inexplicably rises in his heart.
He instinctively stands up, grabs his travel backpack, intending to take out the tal bat as a defense item.
“Where’s my bat?”
Yet the bat supposed to be inside cannot be found no matter what.
It’s his favorite, most handy bat.
A replica of the Murderer Jason’s bat from the movie “Friday the 13th,” it must be this bat for him to perform his best.
At this mont.
A sound of the bat dragging cos from the end of the carriage, seemingly from the next carriage.
He imdiately identifies it as his tal bat, gets up and rushes towards it.
Upon reaching the carriage connection, Luo Di stops, because the next carriage’s lighting system seems broken, completely dark.
Only a smidge of moonlight provides feeble illumination.
Yet he still musters the courage to go forward,
in his view, the bat is a must-have item, an important thing, even more important than a na.
As he steps into the dark carriage,
not far behind, he sees the source of the bat sound.
It has indeed been “stolen.”
This person walks between the train aisles,
his head is gone,
replaced by a straight tal bat piercing through,
the bat’s tip contacts the ceiling, making a sound.
Perhaps hearing Luo Di’s footsteps, or slling his scent, the “thief” stops and turns his body.
Doesn’t launch a direct attack,
but lifts open clothing,
revealing three rotten heads embedded in the belly, representing a middle-aged couple and a young woman.
The middle-aged female head starts speaking:
“Luo Di, you’re back~ Daddy, Mommy, and Sister brought you a gift, go ahead and take it.”
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