Born to Be Rebellious [Quick Transmigration]

"Hey!"

"Clang!"

The sound of large and small clocks being shattered one after another, the fragments of the outer casing and the internal gears are mixed together, and the skeletons and flesh and blood of human limbs that are confined in the clock are spread on the floor.

The players tore all the clocks that they could see from the wall and smashed them to the ground fiercely, and together they pushed down the grandfather clocks placed on the ground, and smashed all the clocks and accessories that could be found. The crackling sound echoed in the empty halls and corridors.

There is a mess everywhere.

The interior of the entire villa was like a huge picture tainted with blood stains, and the sticky and smelly blood flowed freely along the first-level steps.

Soon, as the clocks were smashed one by one, the walls in the villa gradually changed.

It was like an invisible water wave slowly rippling away, and a layer of faint illusory image was gradually peeled away from the building in front of him.

Everyone watched the exquisitely colored wallpapers, gorgeous and complicated decorations, and extravagant and exquisite sculptures disappear in front of their own eyes like a mirrored flower—the scene in front of them made them breathe in cold air, and a layer of cold sweat suddenly came out from behind.

The walls and floor are like flesh and blood that has been stripped of a layer of skin. The scarlet surface is smooth and soft, as if thick and dark red blood is slowly leaking out all the time. It seems to be alive, with a strange pattern. Pulsating.

Everything in the line of sight is dazzling scarlet.

They seemed to be standing inside some kind of huge monster at this moment. Just looking at them made people feel an inexplicable fear and tremor.

The feet and around the body are surrounded by this terrible sight, and the mind is eroded and occupied, and the soul seems to be trembling and shrinking for it.

"vomit--"

A player with low tolerance in his heart couldn't help but bow his head and retaliate.

He subconsciously stretched out his hand to support the wall, but what he touched was the soft and slippery creeping flesh wall. He couldn't help but yelled in horror, and walked backward a few steps, if it weren't for another player to help him quickly and quickly. One hand, he may fall directly to the ground.

Ge Xiu looked at the scene before him and narrowed his eyes thoughtfully.

Could it be said that smashed these watches...

Is this copy actually weakened?

Suddenly, a violent tremor began to spread across the soft walls and floor. The players standing in the center were unstable due to the shaking. They all looked around in panic, trying to find the source of the tremor.

Blood began to ooze out from the distant walls, dripping ticking down, and terrifying waves gathered in the corridors like flesh and blood pipes.

The scarlet sea of ​​blood seemed to possess the mind, as if it could swallow everything passing by, suddenly rushing in the direction of the players——!

"Run!"

I don't know who yelled, the players who were shocked woke up like a dream, and hurriedly turned around and ran towards the corridor without blood.

Ge Xiu squinted his eyes and fixedly glanced at the surging **** waves, his expression remained unchanged.

He turned his head to look at the players who were struggling with his life, shrugged nonchalantly, and followed with his legs.

The players tried their best to run forward. They were panting and pale, using their full physical potential to escape for their lives.

However, the interior of the current villa is very different from the previous one. The former corridors and side halls have disappeared, only the almost identical flesh-red walls and ground are left, and every road in front of them seems to be indistinguishable. Leading to the distance, the blood occupies everyone’s field of vision. The players fled in panic, like headless flies, spinning around in the scarlet corridor like a maze, but they couldn’t get around it no matter what. out.

Their stamina is running out quickly.

The sea of ​​blood behind is getting closer.

The viscous waves roared towards them, and the stench and heavy smell swallowed the players first.

Soon, after the last player screamed, he was involved in a sea of ​​blood.

one by one.

The players desperately watched their companions disappear one by one, and their speed is getting slower and slower.

The ground is soft, sucking their legs and feet like a swamp, and biting their stamina viciously, but the waves chasing behind them seem tireless, always biting behind them, bit by bit. The distance between them-until finally I was sure to catch up with them, only a piece of red and the thick smell of rust that seemed to be inevitable were left in front of me.

Ge Xiu looked around.

Right now, only Du Yan and another senior are still running.

——And the two of them are already out of breath, obviously they will not be able to hold on anymore.

That veteran was the first to be unable to support it.

After he fell, it was Du Yan's turn soon.

Du Yan tripped over the soft and sticky ground under his feet. He fell to the ground in despair. Before his sight was about to be swallowed up, he saw that he was just a few steps away in front of him.

The young man in a white shirt suddenly stopped his steps, turned his head and looked at him.

The face carved out by the Creator is still melancholy and tranquil, as if the critical scene before him is just a passing moment, just like what other players mentioned earlier, no matter what you are facing, His reaction was a bit too indifferent and calm, almost making others feel terrified from the heart.

The tumbling waves of blood reflected in those dark eyes, like the crimson gleam in the dark and silent abyss.

At that moment, Du Yan's hair was erect.

He actually subconsciously equated the opponent with the boss in this dungeon...

Du Yan couldn't even fool himself, it was just a temporary illusion.

Because at that moment, he couldn't feel more clearly that the existence of these two people gave him such a similar feeling.

In the next second, everything in the field of vision went dark.

Sight, touch, hearing, everything fell into chaos, light and shadow and sound disappeared at the same time, as if they didn't exist in this world.

I don't know how long it took.

Maybe only a few seconds, or maybe a few centuries.

Du Yan opened his eyes abruptly, gasping for breath, his mind is still blank, the feeling of floating in the air but no support occupying his body and mind, he can't think about it for a long time. Wake up in the state.

He was shocked to find that he was still alive.

Du Yan looked around.

He found that he and other players were sitting on chairs, and the expressions of other people were equally shocked and at a loss, as if he couldn't believe what he saw in front of him, staring at the scene around him dumbfounded.

Here is a huge hall with a high ceiling. A huge and bright crystal lamp hangs from the top of the head, illuminating the entire room.

The walls and floor are all normal-thank goodness.

Du Yan suddenly realized that the place where he and other players are now is exactly where they fleeed almost half an hour ago.

That restaurant.

But everything in front of me seems to have undergone earth-shaking changes.

The original long table is gone, the baron’s huge and ugly corpse has disappeared, and the blood stains on the surrounding walls and carpets have also been cleaned up, just like the thrilling scene that happened just now only exists in everyone’s imagination. Among them, if it is not exactly the same pattern and decoration, they will even wonder if they just have a long dream.

Instead, there are bright lights and exquisite dance floors.

It's just like... a prom? ? ?

Du Yan was puzzled.

He looked towards the other end of the hall, and then briefly stunned, his gaze fixed on the thing that was placed directly across from the crowd, which did not originally exist in this room.

That is a huge bone clock.

Moribai’s bones constitute its main body, shining with a cold luster under the light, each bone on it is of different size, and is occluded together in an extremely delicate structure, while on the base of the clock, it is neat and tidy. A circle of skulls lined up in a row, and the black eye sockets looked towards the crowd without a thought, making people feel blood-cold involuntarily.

——How many lives are needed to cast such a huge bone clock?

From bottom to top, the bones below are still glowing with the age-old dark yellow, but in the pale dial at the top, the two tibias of different sizes, lengths and thicknesses are indeed extremely fresh and cold white, and there seems to be still remaining on them. The blood that has not been wiped away.

Obviously, this bone clock took a long time to complete.

And the two players who died in this instance just contributed the last broken parts for it.

In the center of the dial, there is a mass of flesh and blood that seems to be alive.

It wriggles constantly, like a stomach pouch, or a huge heart, driving the pointer to move regularly one by one, and behind the white bone clock, something like blood vessels is a bone clock. Spread outward from the center.

Du Yan didn't know if it was his own illusion. He always felt that those scarlet and dark blue blood vessels were constantly burrowing under the wall, as if they were expanding and expanding until they swallowed up the whole world.

At this moment, the door not far away opened silently.

The players who were still talking in a low voice in panic just now were silent. For a moment, all their eyes swept toward the open door, and everyone waited with fear and breath.

Outside the door is a chaos of darkness and scarlet.

The man walked in in an old-style dress that was properly tailored. This dress set off his wide shoulders and narrow waist, and his body was slender. It also appeared that his complexion became paler and paler, like a dead man. He no longer restrained his momentum. The gloomy and gloomy eyes swept towards the crowd indifferently, and the almost inhuman hostility was like a cold steel needle piercing the players, as if he was sweeping through a piece of lifeless grass, wood and stone. , That kind of absolute indifference and cruelty make everyone feel chills.

As if pacing around a sleeping beast, the players subconsciously breathe lightly and look away, as if they were afraid of attracting the other's attention.

Behind the opponent, the door slammed shut, blocking the frightening world behind the door.

The man walked straight in the direction of the player.

Everyone couldn't help but stand upright, and they couldn't help but dig three feet into the ground to escape as far as possible.

The man stopped in front of one of them.

His eyes changed.

As if staring at the most precious treasure in the entire world, he fixedly stared at the youth in front of him, his eyes soft as if dripping water.

The man bent his waist with one hand behind him.

The pale and slender palm stretched out and made an inviting gesture: "Excuse me, do I have this honor...?"

The young man stretched out his hand and placed it on the palm of the opponent.

The man's face seemed to be lit up, and the pale lips slightly raised. He cherished the hand in his palm, holding the young man who stood up, and slowly stepped onto the dance floor. .

Almost at the same time, melodious music sounded.

Du Yan looked at the two people standing in the center of the dance floor—the same slender figure, beautiful faces, and they looked pleasing to the eye when standing on everything.

But Du Yan didn't think so.

The moment he saw Ge Xiu, before he was swallowed by the blood wave, the scene remaining on his retina and his own feelings at that time reappeared clearly again, like a sea wave swept across the sky.

Those dark, blood-colored eyes stared at him calmly, looking at him calmly after time and space.

Du Yan's hair was suddenly horrified.

At that moment, he was extremely convinced of his opinion at the time.

That young man is definitely not a player.

It was a monster identical to that man.

The center of the dance floor.

Under the gaze of countless complicated gazes, Ge Xiu's complexion remained unchanged. Accompanied by the music, he advanced, retreated, and rotated skillfully.

Never stepped on the opponent's foot once.

The cooperation between the two is perfect, as if this is not the first time.

The man lowered his eyes slightly, his deep and gloomy gaze fell on the white porcelain-like side of the young man's face, hot enough to penetrate the other's skin, and he could see the hidden heart directly, his voice was low. , With a slight vibration in his chest: "...you jump well."

Ge Xiu curled his lips:

"I have a good teacher."

The man frowned, and asked subconsciously, "Who..."

He just blurted out the first word, and he couldn't help but pause, and some blurry and broken pictures flashed from the depths of his head within that millisecond. He was stunned for two seconds.

Blue-violet scales shimmering in the moonlight.

The fragrance of tulips in the air.

The dazzling lights on the dance floor, the shining silk skirts, the rustle of cloth rubbing, the fragrant clothes, the ears and the ears.

In an instant, the broken image flowed from his mind, like quicksand that couldn't be held no matter how tightly he held it, leaving no trace in his mind.

The man frowned suspiciously, and the steps under his feet made a mistake in that millisecond.

Ge Xiu let go of him, took two steps back, and said calmly: "You stepped on me."

The man was a little upset.

He said, "I'm sorry..."

But before he finished speaking, he just heard Ge Xiu interrupt him without hesitation: "Now that you have reached this point, don't talk about it."

The man looked back at him.

Ge Xiu narrowed his eyes:

"Mind to talk about what happened in this copy?"

As a ghost this time, the opponent is dominated and restrained by grievances. It is indeed much more difficult than the other copies, and it is even more difficult to awaken his mind.

Therefore, Ge Xiu is still a little interested in the plot of this copy before being overwritten by [him].

The man smiled slightly: "Of course I don't mind, my bride."

The basic plot in this copy is very clichéd.

The Wright family is an aristocratic family in the middle of the family. Due to profligacy and mismanagement, their lives are getting worse and worse with the passage of time, and they are even about to sell their house, and at this time Mrs. Wright found a way to completely change their lives from the villa uploaded by the ancestors-to make a deal with a wizard, the wizard will tell them the way to flourish, and they need to meet a requirement of the wizard.

The wizard taught them a way.

As long as a person's human organs are used to make a bone clock every year, they can remain wealthy and prosperous forever.

The servant's life was worthless at the time, and as the Wright family prospered again, the coverage of their network of relationships became larger and larger. It couldn't be easier to cover up the disappearance of a civilian.

However, as time passed, the daughter of the Wright family also grew up, and her reputation for beauty spread throughout the country.

The wizard fell in love with her at first sight.

So, it was finally time for him to ask for a return.

He asked Miss Wright to marry him.

However, Miss Wright had fallen in love with another noble child, so she eloped with each other on the eve of the wedding.

The man fixedly stared at Ge Xiu, with a gentle and affectionate smile on his lips: "I have searched for so long and finally found you."

He raised his hand, and his cold knuckles gently rubbed the cheek of the young man in front of him:

"My bone clock is finally finished."

Ge Xiu turned to look at the huge bone clock beside him, frowned slightly, and asked, "What does it do?"

"This is my masterpiece, which is different from the inferior products created by the Wright family." The man smiled: "It is an anchor. I know that we are now in a copy of the game, and its existence can weaken this gradually. The game is devoured, wait until it is eaten, and then the world that is wrapped outside-we can live in this world that can be shaped by our own hands, and live happily forever."

He stared at Ge Xiu, his voice was low and soft, as if babbling: "——You will never be able to leave my side again."

It is quite similar to the instrument in the ABO world, in short it is to tie his mental body to this world forever.

Ge Xiu raised his eyebrows.

——Possessiveness kills people.

Ge Xiu turned his head to look at the man standing in front of him, and continued to ask: "So, you only made this clock in front of you?"

"right."

The smile on Ge Xiu's lips deepened.

This is why he chooses the time to remind him of what happened in the previous world-so as to control where he will stop in the room.

He asked: "If you smash the outside watch, it just hurts this copy-what if it's this bone clock?"

The man was startled.

In the next second, before he could react, Ge Xiu turned his wrist and pulled out the knife he had hidden on his side at first, then stabbed the bone clock with his backhand, and the blade rubbed it. The pulsating piece of meat plunged deep into the dial.

"Hmm!" The man stared sharply, and raised his hand to cover his belly.

A trace of scarlet blood spilled from between his pale and slender fingers.

In an instant, the form was reversed and the world turned upside down.

No player can predict the rapidly changing development in front of him.

Each one was dumbfounded, dumbfounded, staring at the unexpected in front of them in a daze. They couldn't even imagine the development of this situation in their dreams.

Ge Xiu held the knife in his hand and stared at him condescendingly, with a sneer on the corners of his lips: "...Miss Wright?"

He held the handle of the knife and slowly rotated it, and the chucking sound of the blade and the bones was very harsh.

More blood spilled, dripping to the ground.

Ge Xiu grasped the hilt of the knife and swiped it downwards, the dial of the bone clock cracked, making a piercing gurgling sound: "Also, fiancée?"

The man frowned slightly, as if he was suffering from great pain.

Ge Xiu's eyes were deep and unrelenting, and he sent the blade into a few inches again: "I think you are very happy to shout."

The smile on his face became sweeter and harmless:

"What's my name? You say it again?"