Chapter 693 The beginning of my fear

Chapter 693 The beginning of my fear

"What...?" The uncle's smell became hesitant.

"Pull me up now, or we will die together." I said, "I don't know you anyway..."

"Yes! That's it!" My sister's muffled voice shouted in the distance, "Little brother, we can't let them succeed!"

She smelled angry.

The uncle thought for a while and finally decided to let everyone pull me up first.

In order to survive, I also used my hands and feet. The palms that had been scratched earlier were now stained with water and the pain was severe, but I must not cry out, otherwise I would be scolded.

When I finally climbed out of the well, I had no strength left in my body and my hands and feet were getting weak.

The uncle came over with a stench all over his body, took out the key from my arms, and immediately ran to the door.

I saw my sister being held down by several aunties, and some people were trying to gag her. After seeing me climbing up, my sister broke away from them with great force, and then came to my side.

"Little brother, are you okay?" She looked at me worriedly.

"My sister is fine..."

My sister still smells so good, her smell is very clean.

"Open it, open it!"

An aunt shouted.

Everyone happily looked back at the machines in the room, only to find that the countdown on them had not stopped.

"What do you mean?" asked the leading uncle, "Can we leave?"

Everyone looked at the countdown clock that was moving, and there was a smell of doubt coming from their bodies.

The door is obviously open now, but the countdown is not over yet. Should we be able to take over first, right?

When my sister saw that my knees were worn out, she quickly picked me up from the ground and looked at the masked men with the same puzzled expression.

"Of course, you have passed the game." Rabbit Man nodded and said, "Let's go, the loser will automatically accept sanctions."

Loser...?

I could clearly smell the confusion emanating from my sister,

After he finished speaking, he looked back at the kobolds and tiger-headed men behind him, and several of them started talking quietly.

"Does any of you want to go out?" Rabbit Man asked. "If there are still things to deal with on the "train", you can go first, and I will stay and die."

"It's okay." The kobold shook his head, "I can also die first. Everything has been taken care of. Where is the tiger?"

"How about I live?" The tiger man scratched his head, "Forget it, it's not interesting. I'll die first this time and let the rabbit go."

The three men discussed death lightly. I smelled neither fear nor fear from their bodies. They only smelled bad.

It was a strange smell that I had never experienced before.

The masked man didn't stop us, we all escaped from the house. Outside was a long corridor with doors on both sides of the corridor.

After the uncles and aunts came out, they couldn't tell whether to go left or right, and they all stayed where they were.

My sister carried me out of the house last.

My sister was still confused at the last moment. When she saw the countdown end and the huge machine behind her actually emitting yellow-green gas, the smell of confusion finally turned into panic.

I also looked back in my sister's arms and saw the gas drowning the masked man. Only the rabbit man waved his hand to dispel the poisonous gas in front of his eyes and followed us out after a while.

I saw him closing the door from the outside, shutting the remaining two masks and the poison gas in the room, and then stood next to us.

"What do you mean...?" asked the uncle, "Are we done now? Can we leave?"

"Yeah, let's go." Rabbit Man replied.

"Isn't there a "reward"...?" an aunt asked, "You caught so many people here to play games, do you give money to them if they win?"

"Yes... although we all survived, we should also be rich, right?" an uncle asked.

After hearing this, the rabbit man was silent for a while and replied: "Every time you wake up, you are always thinking about money. I don't want to explain anymore. Just die outside. Do you still want a reward for being alive?"

Later I learned that we had woken up in this room many times.

But there are still a lot of things I haven't figured out... Why can't I remember what happened when I woke up before?

Why doesn’t anyone remember it?

Have I smelled so many strange smells when I woke up before?

I also often think that if I could really predict what would happen in the future, and the future of my sister and "Tama City", I would rather never leave that room.

I would rather those poisonous gases poison me to death one after another. I want to forget all this like everyone else.

But I can never forget it.

From the moment I started smelling these scents, I couldn't get them out of my mind.

We followed the rabbit man's instructions and walked out along the corridor. At the end there was a man wearing a monster mask waiting for us. He gave us a handful of small emerald green stones and told us that this thing is called "jade" , as long as 57,600 "jades" can be collected within ten days, everything will be saved.

This monster mask also smells very bad, to be exact, it smells a little bit worse than other masked people.

When he opened a strange door for us and took us into the city, my nose finally felt a little better.

It finally doesn't stink so much here.

But when I turned around, I found that the remaining eight people were covering their noses. The smell outside seemed unacceptable to them, but I felt fine.

The situation seems to be getting more and more strange. Can they accept the smell in the house, but not the airway outside?

Let me tell you, the smell of those masked people is much worse than outside.

From this day on, I officially came to this land with memories that will never be erased.

"Little brother, what's your name?" asked the sister next to me.

"My name is Zheng Yingxiong." I replied.

"Hero?" My sister was amused by my name.

"No, no, no, I am not a "hero", I am "Ying Xiong", from Xi Sheng."

I waved my hand nervously. I am a sneaky person who will go to jail in the future. I cannot afford the word "hero" at all.

I suddenly thought of Yue Fei.

Only people like Yue Fei can be called "heroes". No matter who is a hero, I am definitely not one.

"Zheng... Ying... Xiong?" After hearing this, my sister thought for a few seconds and laughed, "It's a really strange name. It sounds so ancient. I feel like only people of my father's generation would use this kind of name. "

My sister said that my name is very ancient, but I think this name is not bad. Anyway, it sounds better than "Hui Jiahua".

"Jiahua" is obviously very common, but "Yingxiong" is rarely used.

"Sister, what's your name?" I asked, holding her hand.

"My name is Li Siwei." My sister stretched out her hand and touched my head: "You are such a small baby, why do you have such an old-fashioned name? It feels so unconventional when you are so good."

"I'm so young...a baby?" I was a little confused, "I'm already in the second grade...I'm almost eight years old."

"Okay, okay." My sister nodded, "You are not a baby, you are a real "hero"."

"Huh?" I looked at her doubtfully, "Why?"

"Because it was thanks to you that we all survived." My sister said, "If you hadn't gone down into the well to get the key for everyone, maybe we would have died in the room."