There was also great suppression.
He knew that person. That was his mother. It seemed to be his mother who had just left the house.
There was no communication, only silence.
He sped up, opened the door and walked out.
"You … are you human???" Twain finally asked this question. The strong psychological shock made him finally unable to bear it. His eyes rolled back and he fainted.
A figure in a beige dress stood at the door and slowly walked out.
A slight breeze blew out from the stairwell, a little cold.
Putting down the kettle, he turned around and saw a person standing in front of the sofa in the living room.
Twain calmly looked at the untouched dishes in front of him. Two dishes and a soup.
There were a total of three high-energy worlds, all of which were the fuzzy coordinates Bansai had transmitted to him.
Click.
He walked into the bedroom, paused, and then suddenly sped up. He quickly took out his coat from the closet, put the hidden fruit knife in his pocket, and put the hood of the coat.
A trace of strange and despair leaked out of the small hole.
Twain quickly walked out of the bedroom, and when he passed the kitchen from the corridor, he saw his mother again.
"This world …" With one hand supporting the boy, Lu Sheng quickly sorted out the information in his mind.
Suddenly, even he could not help but frown slightly.
He did not want to touch those strange looking cold dishes, and although the meat soup at the side looked strange, at least it was cooked. The high temperature could make his tense heart feel a little more at ease.
As for the phone, it was just something he had picked up from the elevator.
Twain passed by and looked out of the window in a daze. Outside the window, the city was quiet and dead. There was no one.
"Of course I'm human. Pure 100%! "
Twain did not dare to look any longer. He quickly walked to the entrance, opened the door, and changed into shoes.
A hand holding a pink phone.
Twain sprinted madly. Turning a corner, the exit of the stairs to the first floor was in front.
The other person did not speak, but Twain could clearly feel the gaze and gaze, as if it was real and burning on his back.
She sat in the kitchen, her back facing him, and seemed to be looking at something.
He could only go down from the stairs.
This world was very strange.
The distance was getting closer and closer.
Twain trembled.
He heard the faint sound of footsteps.
Here …
There was no sound, no movement. He sat there like a statue.
It was as if they were deliberately luring outsiders in …
Run!!
Moreover, the Laws here did not exist in any meaningful form of energy.
Amidst the quiet clinking of bowls and chopsticks, he quickly ended his dinner.
Twain raised his head, and through his hazy vision, he could clearly see a burly young man standing to the side.
The girl stood motionlessly in the corner of the elevator with her back facing him. Her hand that was holding the pink phone was hanging down, and the screen was glowing slightly.
She was clearly not fast, but she was constantly closing the distance between them.
She stared at his back.
He had a feeling that once he was touched by this hand, an extremely terrifying outcome would occur!
Tang En was silent. He turned and walked towards the stairwell. He decided to go down the stairs.
When he found this world, the entrance was only a very, very small hole.
He lived on the fourth floor.
In any case, he had to investigate every single world in that area.
Walking into the elevator, Tang En saw a young girl with long hair and hot pants standing inside.
An inexplicable impulse made him choose to enter this world to investigate.
Her hair covered the girl's face, making it impossible for him to see her face.
That was the thought that came to his mind. His body instinctively unleashed its greatest strength as he madly rushed towards the first floor.
Before entering the bedroom, he had to pass through the corridor. There was a window on the side of the corridor that allowed him to see the streets outside the residential area.
"Perhaps it won't be long before I completely become like those people." Tang En muttered to himself.
Bang!!
"Xiao En, the dishes are ready. Eat well. Mom has something to do and has to go out for a while. She'll be back in a while." His mother's voice came from the entrance. She seemed to be bending over to put on her shoes.
His "mother" was walking towards him.
He walked out of the living room. As usual, he turned back to look. His mother, who was just standing there a moment ago, had disappeared without him knowing.
"Are you okay?!"
After running down a few stairs and turning a few corners, he could see his "mother" unhurriedly following behind him from the corner of his eye.
They had existed since ancient times. Perhaps they represented some kind of mysterious, indescribable influence and power.
There seemed to be some unknown insect or root of some unknown creature in the salad. They were all things that he did not recognize.
Compared to the previous world, the situation here was slightly different. Countless rules were mixed together, and the density was so high that it was like a ball of high-density wire that had been kneaded together.
Then, he saw a seventeen or eighteen-year-old boy rush out with a face full of despair.
Tang En's body stiffened as he slowly backed out of the elevator. He watched as the elevator doors slowly closed and moved downwards.
His mother, who had just left, was nowhere to be seen.
He knew that he was no longer rational. He was simply repeating his belief in the number four. But he had no other choice.
Tang En's heart was in his throat. He was on the verge of a mental breakdown. It was as if someone had thrown him violently into the air and then drew a dangerous parabola before he managed to catch it.
Lu Sheng could sense that Wang Mu's body had fused with his main body and turned into something akin to a base point. It was hidden in the depths of this young body's heart.
Lu Sheng was certain that he could unleash the full strength of his main body at any time. However, an inexplicable sense of threat and terror was vaguely reminding him that if he did that, he might be in grave danger.
Everything was so strange, but he was already used to it.
An indescribable sense of terror surged in his heart.
"I have to go out for a walk," he told himself. 'I'll go crazy if this goes on!'
However, he continued to watch seriously. This was a habit he had developed over the years. It was also the hope and anticipation that he had always held in the depths of his heart.
Tang En picked up the bowl silently. He scooped himself a bowl of soup and began eating.
Suddenly, a soft sound came from behind him.
According to Bansai, Mi Guangyin and the rest of the Lu Family might have stayed in these three high-energy worlds or left behind clues.
Lu Sheng could not help but look at the staircase. However, he saw nothing.
He had maintained such a habit for several years.
'Never!'
'I'll go back to sleep. Everything will be fine after a good sleep …' He hypnotized himself. Then, he walked toward his bedroom step by step.
There were two cold dishes and a bowl of meat soup.
It was the fountain pond in the once bustling city center.
Soon, the elevator stopped on the first floor. Then, the indicator light turned red. It was in maintenance mode and could not be used.
The meat in the soup was pale white. He did not know what kind of animal it was. It had been cut into pieces and was boiling in the white soup.
In Tang En's belief, numbers were never invented by humans. Instead, they were discovered by humans.
'I can't be caught! I can't be caught! '
He saw light in his eyes.
That person wore a beige dress and had her hair tied up in a high bun. Her back was facing him, and she was quiet and silent.
While he was watering the soup, he looked out from the balcony's high vantage point.
After dinner, he slowly walked to the small balcony. He changed into a pair of balcony shoes and walked out. He began watering an unknown green plant on the balcony.
This place … was strange.
Looking out from the balcony, the entire district was empty. There was not a soul in sight. It was like a ghost town in the movies.
"Hey!" An unfamiliar voice entered his ears.
No matter how hard he ran, he still could not avoid the hand that was slowly approaching him.
Bang.
This was an unlucky number. But ever since the big change six years ago, he would choose the number four no matter what he did.
He held on to the young man who looked very haggard.
This body, which had the qualities of an ordinary person, was his barrier and cover in this world.
A sudden thought flashed through Tang En's mind. Without saying a word, Tang En rushed down the stairwell.
But to his horror, his "mother" was behind him, getting closer and closer. He could feel her reaching out and slowly grabbing his shoulder.
Tang En's joy instantly turned into despair. He could no longer stop his sprinting body.
He closed the door behind him and gasped for breath. Looking at the dusty stairwell that was empty, he felt a little more at ease.
No!
"How much longer can I hold on?" He asked himself.
Lu Sheng gave a thumbs up and grinned, revealing a set of white teeth.
He felt that his door was slowly opening.
But he did not do anything. He just quietly walked past his mother.
But suddenly, he saw a hand on the right side of the exit.
He had no one to talk to, no one to communicate with.
He could feel that the person who seemed to be his mother was staring at him with an incomprehensible gaze.
It was the one in the elevator!
But just as he entered this world and got up from the ground, before he could figure out the identity of this body, he heard movement in the stairwell.
He lowered his head, his bloodshot eyes slightly trembling.
This roller coaster feeling made him raise his head and carefully stare at the man in front of him.
As he watered, he carefully removed four extremely small seeds from the potted plant.
Whoosh …
His whole body slammed into the wooden door of the exit. He staggered out of the exit.
"Looks like you're in trouble."
Then he casually threw it out of the balcony.
Lu Sheng could not explain why his aura could give people a specific feeling. But when he saw the small hole, the first thing that came to his mind was strangeness and despair.
He did not know how much longer he could hold on. This kind of life, this kind of terror.
Behind him, the woman who seemed to be his mother slowly walked out of the kitchen and stood in the living room, staring at him quietly.
And that phone, that pink phone, was in the hand of this man.
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