A Genius and a God Fell In Love

The other five players quickly found the plum tree.

They happily ran over to pick the fruits.

"Brother, you should be careful and notice that there are plum trees here."

The short-haired man turned around as he spoke.

I didn’t see the man in the suit.

He glanced around and asked doubtfully, "Hey, where's the big brother in the suit?"

"Where's the person behind...?"

Everyone quickly looked back. The long street was long and the night was dark.

Wherever the moonlight reaches, there is nothing.

Their companion, the attentive man in a suit, was gone.

"Why is it missing?"

The female player said nervously: "Did he be captured by the BOSS?"

The other players were immediately alert. The male player with a rough voice looked around and said, "Let's leave quickly."

Everyone ran to the cemetery outside the village as originally planned.

The short-haired man hesitated: "But, the big brother in the suit..."

The player with a rough voice said gruffly: "Brother, please understand, this is a scary ghost village, you can burp at any time, who is worried about you if you worry about him?"

"Let's go quickly." The bearded man left first.

The rough player snorted and followed closely, and the only female player also quickly followed.

"Let's go, brother, he is probably hopeless."

The remaining male player patted Chun Tou on the shoulder.

Suddenly, he felt uncomfortable in his stomach, and he frowned and tried to suppress the nausea.

Thinking of the black water with willow leaves that I vomited before, I guess this nausea will last for a long time.

"What's wrong? Disgusting?" Cun Tou asked.

"Yeah, are you feeling better?"

Cun Tou took a deep breath and said, "No, I feel nauseous every few minutes and have a lump in my throat."

"Me too, I guess this is a sequelae of spitting out willow leaves."

Cun Tou said "hmm" and said, "Let's go."

The village became even colder in the second half of the night, and the gentle wind that passed by was chilling to the bones.

What you see is desolate.

There were still houses when there were no tornadoes, but now they are covered in dust and ruins.

The cold air was unstoppable, thick and sticky, gathering in the air, whistling into the ears.

The girl with a low ponytail was hiding alone in the crack of the collapsed house.

Ever since she was driven away, she had been looking for a place like this nearby.

She doesn't know what to do?

I could only hug my legs tightly and hide.

Fear surged like a tidal wave, slashing her body and making her face pale in pain.

The most active time for ghosts is in the second half of the night when everyone is quiet.

She couldn't stop herself from thinking.

Because of her high concentration, any slightest disturbance would frighten her and make her heart beat faster.

My ankle started to itch again.

She stretched out her feet.

The cyan mark was like a ghostly restraint, extremely frightening.

The girl's chest rose and fell violently.

His expression gradually distorted with fear.

Am I really contaminated?

why me?

She covered her mouth, tears falling down like broken beads.

Why should she know the truth about the cyan mark?

She suddenly felt envious of the eldest sister from before. She must have been painless when she died.

Because everyone was surprised by her death, even she herself did not expect it.

And now——

The girl with low ponytail bit her lower lip. For her who knew the truth, every minute and every second was torture.

She buried her head in her legs and choked softly.

I have never been so helpless and alone.

Thinking back on the real world, it seemed as if her life in her previous life was far away.

The girl relaxed her body desperately and leaned back against the wall.

The clods of soil loosened and fell down.

She was startled instinctively and straightened her body.

So scared.

She was really scared.

The girl suddenly bent down and dug hard at the cyan mark on her ankle.

"Disappear for me, disappear for me."

She scratched fiercely, her sharp nails scratching the skin, leaving bloody traces.

But the cyan mark was as clear as before, as if it was integrated with her ankle.

At this moment, a cold and strange voice came from his ears.

"Can't take it off~"

The girl with a low ponytail tensed up and turned around slowly, shaking her hands.

A big mouth appeared on the wall, and the mouth opened and closed to speak.

"You are a polluted person. If you are polluted, you will die~hehehehe~"

"ah!!!!"

The girl screamed and rushed out from the collapsed gap.

She ran as fast as she could down the alley.

The weird voice followed, and it smiled arrogantly.

The cold air sprayed on the back of the neck, and the cold air was cold to the bone.

The girl screamed in fright and ran forward as hard as she could.

At this moment, a person came out of the corner ahead.

Her eyes lit up and she shouted: "Help, help."

The man in the suit turned around, his eyes widening in shock.

The monster chasing the girl has no face, only a big mouth and two slender arms.

Her long hair was flying like seaweed, and it looked very scary in the night.

The man in the suit narrowed his eyes slightly, could this thing be the BOSS?

"Help, help me."

The girl ran so fast that she stumbled over a stone and fell to the ground.

At the same time, the monster with the big mouth chased after him.

The long hair flying in the sky surrounds the girl like silk.

The man in the suit stopped, and the girl's screams hurt her ears.

He took two steps back and put his right hand into his suit pocket, as if he was ready to attack at any moment.

"why why……"

The girl's face peeked out from between her hair.

She stared at him, her eyes slowly blurred, and asked these three words with difficulty.

The man in the suit said: "Because the cyan mark will find another host if you die."

The girl opened her eyes wide, obviously not understanding what he meant.

The man had a stern expression and stated his purpose, "I want to become the host of the cyan mark. I want to fight fire with fire to offset the hidden dangers left by the black water."

"You...how do you know you can do this..."

The girl was shocked.

What kind of brain circuit would lead to this idea.

The man in the suit said: "To survive in a desperate situation, the 'gamble' of taking the wrong approach is essential. I bet my guess is right!"

The girl looked at him in disbelief. She had never seen a person so crazy.

I was not sure, so I made this bet based on guesswork and courage.

"What if you lose? The cyan mark will kill you if you lose!"

"I won't lose, my conclusions are never wrong!"

Even in big decisions in the mall, he has never lost.

The man in the suit is so confident that he looks fierce and decisive.

He sneered and said, "Let me tell you, I killed the bald man and put the blame on you."

"Why?" the girl yelled, "Why are you putting the blame on me? You can just kill me."

"There are so many players in the cellar. If I kill you directly, who knows whose ankle the cyan mark will be on."

The man in the suit said, "It's better to drive you away and find another opportunity to kill you. When there are only two of us, the new host of the cyan mark can only be me."

"madman……"

Blood flowed from the corner of the girl's mouth. She stared at him and said two more words, "Madman..."

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