Chapter 2181: Kill "People" and Set Fires
Xu Huo stopped, and the person ahead also stopped. Because of the obstruction of the person behind the wheelchair, he couldn't confirm whether the person sitting in the wheelchair ahead was another version of himself, but this back figure behind the wheelchair had a physique clearly abnormal compared to an ordinary person.
He was excessively slender, his height and bones losing their normal proportions, looking somewhat like a stretched piece of dough. This person's hands were resting on the wheelchair, his head slightly tilted forward—at his height, even lowering his head would make it difficult to touch the person sitting in the wheelchair, but observing his state, Xu Huo also felt that the person behind him was lowering his head in such a posture, peering at him.
An illusion?
It didn't seem like an illusion, because Xu Huo could indeed feel something existing behind him, unless there was something here that could completely blur his senses.
Without seeing the front face, just looking at the back figure, one could tell this thing's appearance wasn't good, but if it wasn't an illusion, what was it? It couldn't be a Xenomorph, could it!
"Why aren't you moving?" A vague, indistinct voice asked behind his head.
At that moment, Xu Huo felt a chill run down his spine. The voice sounded like a noise squeezed from deep in someone's throat without passing through the mouth or tongue. The words were hard to distinguish, and there was even an indescribable sticky sensation, as if something had been stirred together to produce this sound. But despite this, he accurately understood what the other party meant to express. The other party was asking him why he didn't continue moving forward.
Instinct made Xu Huo's back feel cold. He didn't dare turn around, nor did he dare to respond. After a few seconds of silence, he placed both hands on the wheels.
The wheelchair slowly began to move. The sound of footsteps behind him reappeared, and the blurry shadow ahead also started walking forward.
This state didn't last long, only about ten seconds. The blood vessels on the "person" began to pulse, as if insects were burrowing inside. Then its left hand suddenly burst and expanded, turning into a pile of filthy, sticky, rotting flesh-like mass. As the expansion intensified, things hidden beneath the surface broke through the skin, becoming ferocious, fierce eyeballs, and in the next second, they all looked at Xu Huo at the same time...
But just then, the "person" ahead stopped. Its body didn't continue to split and crack, and the bulging eyeballs on its arm also stopped moving, frozen in place, the previous ferocity gone.
At this moment, Xu Huo, sitting in the wheelchair, moved. He wiped his face and stood up, grabbed the Black Blade, and chopped the "person" behind the wheelchair into several pieces. He poured flammable liquid over them, and once the fire started, he moved to the front and dealt with the black shadow in the same way. However, when the arm was cut off, the eyeballs on it suddenly revived, rolling around to look at his position—"Chi!"
But as time passed, the shadow ahead gradually became clearer, starting from a vague silhouette. The distance between them didn't shorten, but because the shadow became more real, it pushed back the surrounding gray-black.
At that moment, Xu Huo's consciousness felt as if it were being torn apart. His entire being was sliced into countless fragments and fell into countless worlds. In an instant, everything from those countless worlds poured into his brain like a torrent. In this state, let alone thinking, he couldn't even bear it. He immediately fell into a state of mental stagnation and unconsciously shed two lines of bloody tears...
Xu Huo didn't want to turn around, but the "person" behind him seemed very eager to show him its appearance. So the back figure ahead became clearer and clearer, clear enough to see the twisted, knotted veins and blood vessels bulging on the arm exposed outside the "person."
The sharp blade tip pierced through one of the eyeballs facing him, then the second, the third. Every single eyeball that tried to attack Xu Huo was shredded into pieces. By this time, the effect of the "Time Ring" had also passed. Although the air resumed flowing, the two burned "people" didn't stand up again, lying on the ground like two piles of senseless rotten flesh.
With a cold laugh, Xu Huo raised his hand and swept the wheelchair ahead away. Immediately, he heard a crashing sound, but it didn't come from the front—it came from behind.
It was Ah Hai crashing into his wheelchair.
Xu Huo was now standing inside the Questioning Hall again. Besides Ah Hai, the Yellow Hair and several nearby believers were also present. They all stared in shock at the man before them, his face covered in blood, holding a blade.
The gray-black space seemed to have never existed. Xu Huo looked around. Except for two scorched marks on the ground, the human figures and flesh chunks had vanished completely.
"Is this blood coming from your eyes?" Yellow Hair quickly came over to support him, whispering to remind him to put away the blade.
Xu Huo followed the advice and placed the item into his Item Slot. Ignoring the hidden hostility in the believers' gazes, he sat back down in the wheelchair. "Let's go out."
This time, Yellow Hair pushed him, hurrying out through the opposite hall door, and urgently asked what he had seen in the hall.
"What did you see?" Xu Huo asked.
Yellow Hair didn't think much, just scratched his head and said, "Actually, it wasn't a big deal. It felt like having a dream, dreaming of the time when love first blossomed."
"A good dream or a nightmare?" Xu Huo asked again.
"You sure know how to ask." Yellow Hair didn't show any nostalgia or regret for the past romance. Instead, he said with lingering fear, "Of course it was a nightmare! Back when I was sixteen or seventeen, full of hot blood, I went with my brothers to back up a friend and happened to meet a sister. She was exactly like my dream girl, and her personality was to my liking..."
"Get to the point," Xu Huo interrupted.
"The point is, I liked her, and she liked me. One day, we went to a small motel together. When I took off my pants, she turned out to be a Cannibal Player!" Yellow Hair looked up and took a deep breath. "That kind of experience, even though I'm already an Advanced Player now, still makes me break out in a cold sweat in the middle of the night. Do you understand that feeling?"
Among the "you," Ah Hai was still a bit dazed. Xu Huo didn't intend to answer that question either. Instead, he asked Ah Hai, "What about you? What did you see after entering the Questioning Hall?"
"Ah... ah?" Ah Hai finally came to his senses, looking at him hesitantly. "The Questioning Hall was originally a place for believers to confess. If someone did something wrong, did something bad, and refused to admit it, the Questioning Hall could make them sober up and start anew."
"Like the Eye Emblem and the Temple Gate, the Questioning Hall also has the ability to distinguish good from evil. Those with malicious intent will be punished..."
"That's not right. Then why was he blocked outside the temple?" Yellow Hair interjected.
"Because the Temple Gate mostly blocks those who are disrespectful to the Goddess, while the Questioning Hall interrogates a person's heart. That's the real place to judge whether someone is good or bad." Xu Huo answered on Ah Hai's behalf. "Is that right?"