The protagonists in many yandere novels perform some suffocation maneuvers, which makes me speechless. The low-end games are too boring. I want to watch some high-end games ヾ(✿ﾟ▽ﾟ)ノ
The current rating is a bit low. Although the overall atmosphere is a bit like a horror novel, there is nothing to say about the battle of wits and the sense of atmosphere.
Fairy. The word raced through my head. I have read "The Classic of Mountains and Seas", and I have also seen the description of this word in those broken Taoist classics - "Riding on the clouds, flying dragons, and traveling across the four seas." It is the existence described by Zhuangzi who eats wind and dew, but does not eat grains. He is carefree and free from the dust, with the unique elegant imagination of the Central Plains culture. Later, Buddhism spread to the east, Taoism and Buddhism merged, and the images of immortals were mixed with golden bodies, auspicious clouds, beautiful buildings and jade buildings. But those immortals are always in the clouds, in Penglai, and on the top of Kunlun. They are the perfection that mortals look up to and long for, with auspicious light. But it's completely different from this one. "The immortals here are different from the immortals we understand." Yingxuan paused and told me about the "Feast of Immortals" he saw in the future tense. He was as strong as he was, but now he had a confused look in his eyes. "You mean... This may be the leader of the immortals?" "I'm not sure, anyway, it's definitely not an ordinary thing." As he spoke, the atmosphere in Omo Longren fell silent again, accompanied by the sound of hidden bells coming from nowhere, making it feel like we were in a huge temple. The sound was so loud that it was deafening. He is coming out completely. Only now can we see His full picture. Different from the scary shapes on those Tibetan murals, the black hair hangs down, covering most of his face, only revealing a cold and hard jaw. He was clothed in plain nettle garments, tightly wrapped up. He was sitting on the edge of the coffin, with his legs still inside the coffin, and his head slightly tilted. He was very thin and tall, and he really had the image of a legendary immortal, like a banished immortal who did not care about the worldly affairs of the world. In contrast to the empty and dark underground, there was no sound of breathing. The entire space was eerily silent, except for the chattering sound of Norbu's teeth below, and he was even about to kneel down unconsciously. It's so shocking. A person who has been gone for thousands of years actually came back to life. This is not a legend, but he appears before us alive. This... This is a miracle. "What should we do?" Boss Wu dragged his sick body over and came over. He was older than us and had seen countless storms and waves, but even he couldn't explain what was happening in front of him. I also felt my scalp numb. This is clearly against science. Nobu's legs gave way and he sat down directly on the ground. The flashlight rolled to the side, and the beam of light was shaking wildly. The light swept across the angel's face, and in the gap between the black hair, the moment it was illuminated, his eyes seemed to turn slightly and were aimed at him. We all saw it, it was a pair of golden eyes. Double pupils have a long history in the interior. According to legend, those who have destiny will have double pupils. There was a buzzing sound in my mind, and the fragments that I had read and heard, which were originally regarded as the imagination of the ancients, surged up uncontrollably. Double pupils... This thing has appeared only a handful of times in the history of the mainland, but every time, it disturbs the world. The most famous one is of course Xiang Yu. "Yu also has heavy pupils", Tai Shigong said in one stroke, casting the last "inhuman" shadow on the overlord of Western Chu. He was able to carry the cauldron, and the princes marched on their knees. In the end, Wujiang committed suicide. And Emperor Shun. That is an even older legend, "The eyes are heavy on the pupils, hence the name Chonghua." He is a holy king, a model of abdication, which seems to add some auspiciousness to this strange appearance. The one who is closer to us is Li Yu, the late leader of the Southern Tang Dynasty. It is said that he also has double pupils. He was a tragic figure through and through. He was good at calligraphy, painting, rhythm, and especially good at writing poems and lyrics. There are also a few names that are vaguely visible in the unofficial history notes. For example, the ancient sage Cangjie, the creator of writing, was also said to have... Double pupils. History books won't write it clearly, but it's even more horrifying - those who are born with double pupils have a very tough fate and will either be rich or suffer great calamity. It is extremely noble, but the calamity is often a calamity of death, and it often involves people around you, and it is rare to end well. The world seen in those eyes is probably not the same thing as what we see. This is also the first time I have seen Golden Double Eyes, and I have never heard of it before. It is not the compassion or majesty described in mythology. There is no emotion, no divinity, and no demonic nature in it. What He looked at seemed to be Norbu, or all of us, or the eternal darkness behind us. Boss Wu made a short, strangled inhalation sound in his throat, which was a reaction he only had when he was extremely shocked. He grabbed Falcon's arm suddenly, his fingers were cold and the force was frightening. "Don't move." He said breathlessly, the two words seemed to be squeezed out from between his teeth. I had moved half a step silently, standing diagonally in front of Yingying and Boss Wu. My body sank slightly, in a posture ready to respond to attacks at any time. I didn't speak, but my muscles all over my body were tense, like a fully drawn bow. In the entire huge, empty Omolongren, only our heavy and suppressed breathing was left, and... The sound of Tibetan bells getting clearer and closer. No, it's not coming from outside. The source of the sound seemed to be near the coffin, or in other words, it resonated in this space with the appearance of "him". The ringtone is not harsh, but it has a strange penetrating power, hitting the eardrums with some ancient, monotonous, and unquestionable rhythm, like a heartbeat, and like some kind of timer. He moved. The body sitting on the edge of the coffin leaned forward very slowly. The head covered with black hair seemed to turn at a slight angle, and this time, the double pupils accurately landed on me. A chill exploded from the tailbone and instantly spread throughout the body. It wasn't fear, at least not entirely. It's more like a feeling of being completely "seen through". The skin, muscles, bones, and even the blood flowing deeper, the beating heart, and the chaotic thoughts in the mind seemed to have lost all barriers and became transparent in front of those eyes. "Back off." I squeezed out one word through my teeth. The three of us, including Norbu who was lying limply on the ground, moved half a step back almost simultaneously and extremely slowly. His movements were stiff, for fear that any too fast movement would break this fragile and suffocating calm. His gaze shifted slightly as I moved. Then, His lips, covered by the black hair, seemed to move ever so slightly. No sound came out. But all of our hearts twitched hard at the same moment. An indescribable, low-frequency tremor does not pass through the air, but directly acts on the chest, bones, and even deeper places, causing an inexplicable nausea and dizziness. Norbu couldn't bear it anymore and retched, but nothing came out, only a painful groan. Just then, He raised his hand. The hand stretched out from the wide cuff of the plain clothes. It was pale, thin, with clear joints and unusually long fingers. Under the cold white light of the headlight, the skin glowed with a lifeless, jade-like sheen. There were no lines on it, and it was strangely clean. His hand was hanging in the air, his fingers slightly spread, and he made an extremely gentle, inviting movement toward us—or rather, toward the deep dark void behind us. The hidden ringtone suddenly became urgent. It is no longer monotonous, but has merged into a dense tidal sound, like countless tiny metal pieces tapping against each other, coming from all directions and surrounding us. "Back there..." Boss Wu's voice trembled violently. I turned around sharply. The beam of headlights pierced the darkness. Behind us, on the originally empty ground with only rough rock walls and vague ancient murals, a hazy, silvery-white light emerged from nowhere. The light is very faint, like the mist on a winter morning, flowing close to the ground. And in the light mist, the shadow of a "person" emerged. It's a lot. They have no face, and their outlines come together and disperse, like smoke blown by the wind. But they maintained a neat and silent queue, with their heads slightly lowered and their hands clasped in front of their bodies in an extremely docile and respectful posture. They just stood there quietly, filling the space behind us, extending into the dark depths where light eluded us. It was silent, but more frightening than any howl. My heart felt cold. My intuition was indeed correct. I had encountered this thing in the Arrow Corridor before. I wasn't sure about it at the time, but now... Needless to say. His eyes finally moved away from us and slowly scanned the queues that emerged like smoke shadows. Then, the hovering hand pressed down gently. The flood of hidden bells suddenly stopped. Absolute silence fell again, heavier and more oppressive than before. Then, the tall and thin figure sitting on the edge of the coffin finally took his other leg out of the huge stone coffin that had imprisoned him for thousands of years. His feet stepped on the cold ground without making any sound. He stood up straight, taller than we thought. The black hair was still hanging down, covering his face. Only the cold jawline and the inhuman silence surrounding him enveloped the entire space. Then He took a step forward. Walking towards us, towards the only narrow passage leading to the human world above in this forgotten ruin deep underground. The pace is slow and steady, and the landing is silent. But every step was like stepping on our nerves. He comes to us. "We can't... We can't let him go up." Boss Wu's voice was hoarse, with a kind of desperate sobriety. He knows better than we do what something means once it appears in this world. Yingying's hand was already pressed on the handle of the knife at his waist, his knuckles turning white. But his eyes were filled with unprecedented solemnity and uncertainty. What we are facing is an "existence" that transcends all current cognitions. He is getting closer. The golden eyes seemed to turn again behind the hair gap and met my gaze again. This time, there was no longer pure indifference, but there seemed to be a very faint, difficult to interpret... Expression. He stopped before us. Time seemed to have frozen at this moment, and there was only the silent, smoke-like queue of attendants, silently spreading in the darkness behind Him, boundless. He tilted his head slightly, his black hair shaking. Then, he made a move that stunned us all. He raised that pale hand, not to attack or to cast a spell. Instead, he stretched out a slender index finger, and his fingertip slowly and accurately pointed towards the center of my eyebrows. "What time is it now?" These were the first words He spoke.
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