Chapter 780

The broadcast of terror was merciful. It gave the three exhausted men fifteen minutes to rest.

But at the same time, the broadcast of terror was also heartless, because it only gave fifteen minutes.

It was equivalent to giving water to a thirsty person in the desert.

However, there were only a few drops of water.

The next moment, the environment around Su Bai, Xu Dong, and Ni Lan changed again. A wall first appeared around the three of them. The wall continued to extend and expand.

The three of them did not try to destroy the wall. They were not rookies. They would not do such a whimsical thing.

…

Ni Lan had been lying on the ground. Before the opponent appeared, she did not move at all. She did not want to move at all. The most important thing was to seize the time to recover and save all her energy.

However, the cold concrete floor under her back was slowly changing. After a white light flashed, Ni Lan found herself lying on a leather sofa.

The marks on the sofa gave her a vague sense of familiarity.

Her left hand grabbed the edge of the sofa and slowly sat up. On the small glass coffee table, there were two cute cups. One cup had a cute cartoon girl painted on it, and the other cup had a cute cartoon boy painted on it.

Looking at the two cups, Ni Lan sat there in a daze. There were still injuries on her body, some of which were still dripping with blood. However, Ni Lan acted as though she didn't feel anything. Her entire gaze was fixed on the coffee table.

Time passed bit by bit.

However, at this time, time did not seem to have any effect on Ni Lan.

"Kacha!"

The door was opened from the outside. A man wearing denim walked in from the outside. When he saw Ni Lan sitting on the sofa, his eyes were filled with surprise.

Ni Lan smiled slightly at this moment. This smile was very beautiful. Even though she had experienced the baptism of blood and fire, she was still a woman. As long as she was willing, she could still show her feminine side.

"Are you hungry?"

Ni Lan stood up and her body swayed.

The man licked his lips as if he wanted to say something, but nothing came out.

"I'll make you omelet rice."

Ni Lan grabbed the wall and walked to the kitchen step by step.

The room, the decorations, and everything here were deeply imprinted in her mind. Even the row of fresh eggs that was always placed on the top after opening the refrigerator was still there.

The man sat on the sofa. He was a little hesitant, a little fearful, and a little flustered. His hands clenched and loosened from time to time. It was as if he was fighting with himself in his mind.

Peeling the garlic, chopping the spring onions, beating the eggs, heating the oil into the wok, Ni Lan did every step meticulously. Every detail was done in an orderly manner. These were the things she liked to do the most in the past, and they were also the things she felt the happiest.

Any normal person, other than a chef, would feel bitter but sweet when they cooked for the people they cared about. it.

However, although the exhaust hood sucked away the smell of oil, Ni Lan could still smell the blood on her body. She didn't go to take a shower, and she was too lazy to do so. She made this omelet rice very carefully. Although it was prepared for him, although she wanted to eat it for him, in fact, she made it for herself.

Unknowingly, Ni Lan suddenly felt a sense of gratitude towards the horror broadcast. When he chose her, the horror broadcast gave her a chance to remember. This was probably the Stockholm Syndrome. It was clearly a person who had been persecuting you, but in the process of persecuting you, he suddenly became a little gentler to you, and you immediately developed a boundless good impression of him.

The omelet rice was carried out by Ni Lan. Her steps were still a little shaky, but it was much better than before. At Ni Lan's level, the level of a listener's life was far higher than that of an ordinary person. Naturally, her recovery ability was also much stronger, to the extent that it was unimaginable for ordinary people.

The man kept staring at Ni Lan. The panic in his eyes became more and more intense, and there was even a surging murderous intent in the depths of his eyes.

Ni Lan seemed to know what he was thinking. She just arranged the chopsticks, then sat on the sofa, leaned her head on the man's shoulder, and comforted him.

"Don't worry, my injury is very serious. Even if you give me another half a day, I won't be able to recover much. At most, I can barely move.

You have enough time to kill me, there's no need to be so anxious. At least, you should eat before you make a move. I won't run away, right? "

"Nini, that's not what I meant." The man seemed a little embarrassed. As he explained, he picked up the chopsticks, but he couldn't eat the omelet rice in front of him no matter what.

Ni Lan found a more comfortable position for her head on his shoulder. This shoulder that she had always been reluctant to part with could still let her rest for a while. However, Ni Lan knew in her heart that this was just her wishful thinking. She thought that she would be different, but she was actually still the same as those girls in the real world. Once she gave her feelings, if she entrusted it to the wrong person, then what awaited her would be heart-wrenching pain.

That kind of heart-wrenching feeling was still fresh in her memory.

"Why aren't you eating?" Ni Lan urged when she saw that he didn't move for a long time.

"I …" The man didn't know what to say.

Ni Lan smiled understandingly. The nails on her left hand cut the artery on her right arm, and blood immediately flowed out, directly dyeing the sofa red. It then began to drip onto the tiles on the floor, gradually condensing into a small piece.

"Look, if I'm like this, the speed at which I recover is far slower than the speed at which I'm weakening. Now, you can rest assured, right?

Hurry up and eat. Kill me after eating, isn't it?

Be good, I won't resist. I'll let you kill me because I no longer have the strength to take revenge on you.

I don't have the strength to kill you anymore. I won't hesitate to let the cruise ship that you might be staying on sink completely. "

Ni Lan's voice became weaker and weaker, and her eyes began to slowly close.

In this familiar room.

In this place that condensed the most helpless and sweet place after she entered the horror broadcast.

Perhaps, dying here, dying at his hands, although it was very ironic, it was still a good ending.

Suddenly, Ni Lan laughed self-deprecatingly. Whether it was from the beginning or now, she was still so stupid and naive.

However, Ni Lan's so-called fake happiness did not last long. A sharp object directly pierced into the back of her neck. When the other party stabbed her, he was very decisive and did not hesitate at all.

"So, your Emei Needle has become so powerful after being strengthened by the broadcast. I can feel it. My soul is burning and is about to turn into nothingness."

Ni Lan still leaned her head against the man. The man's other hand was holding a long needle. The front half of the long needle had completely entered Ni Lan's neck.

"It's you lunatic. You forced me into a corner. You forced me to almost die in the real world.

You crazy woman.

You crazy woman! "

The man's voice was filled with rage and fear. Clearly, he did not have much love left for Ni Lan, only resentment and hatred.

Ni Lan's face had already turned pale.

She laughed dryly as if she had encountered a very ironic matter.

"What about you?

When we first entered the story world and met in the experiencer's story world, how did you say that you liked me? That you fell in love with me at first sight? You said that the two of us had to rely on each other. You said that the whole world had abandoned me, but you would not abandon me.

We lived together in the real world. I exchanged the story points that I had exchanged for my life in the story world for magical artifacts. I gave you my clean body. I cooked for you, I washed your clothes. I was even prepared to give birth to your child.

Do you know how desperate I was when I first entered the horror broadcast? How helpless I was? Why did you still lie to me and deceive my feelings at that time?! "

Two streams of tears fell from the corners of Ni Lan's eyes.

In the real world, male prostitutes were no longer a novelty. Male prostitutes, who were elegant and considerate, could easily capture the hearts of many urban girls and even rich women. They were skilled in their routines and had a good grasp of women's hearts. They knew how to treat women, or how to deceive women. Of course, the so-called male prostitute was a better name than a duck, but it seemed to be of a higher class than a duck. However, it was still a group of people who relied on selling their men's bodies to gain benefits.

However, Ni Lan had never expected that there would be such people in the audience circle. They were looking for female listeners, and one could imagine the pressure that female listeners had to face in order to survive the horror broadcast. They might seem strong, but they actually needed warmth more than anything else. Moreover, as long as the defenses in their hearts were removed, they would give everything to you, striving to give their all in the limited lives of the listeners.

When Ni Lan found out that the man she loved deeply was also maintaining this kind of relationship with four or five other female listeners, Ni Lan almost went crazy.

Perhaps it was because of her talent. Ni Lan's strength improved rapidly in the story world. However, to protect her lover's face, she did not show much in front of him. However, when she found out that everything was a lie, she was so angry that she started to hunt him down.

When she found out that he boarded a cruise to avoid her, Ni Lan, who had lost her mind, sank the cruise. At that time, she did not care about the lives of over a thousand ordinary people on the cruise, nor did she care about the punishment of the horror broadcast. She only felt that she needed a lot of people to die with her love.

And now, she was really tired. This was even more tiring than the battle with the dwarf old man.

He did not even want to eat a bite of the food that she cooked.

He took the initiative to kill her.

Even if she had already given up on the path of survival, even if she was still stupid, even if she had already made the stupid decision to die and let him live.

He still could not wait. He still could not wait. He still could not stop worrying about her.

He used a dirty heart to deceive others. In his eyes, she was just as dirty.

Just like that, she would die just like that.

"Ka-cha."

At this moment.

A figure suddenly appeared behind the sofa.

The figure held a sharp dagger in his hand. He was afraid. He was afraid. However, his knife still fell heavily and cut off the head of the woman who was leaning against the sofa and crying.

From the beginning to the end, from the Black Shadow's point of view.

On the sofa.

No.

In this room.

There was only one woman.

The woman's head fell to the ground. The Black Shadow slowly solidified. A man's face with pockmarks appeared. He looked at the bloody dagger in his hand and the head that fell to the ground in disbelief.

"Hahahaha, I actually succeeded. I killed her. I really killed her. Hahahaha …"

An incredulous smile appeared on the man's face. He did not know why that terrifying woman just sat there motionlessly and let him kill her. It was as if she had given up all resistance. It was as if she had completely fallen into despair.

The man felt that what he had just killed was not a terrifying and powerful listener, but a "corpse" whose heart was dead and who only had one breath left.