yready #522 - Werewolf Attack
#522 - Werewolf Attack
Tang Yin stood frozen in place, his brain working at full speed, trying to understand the absurd scene before him. "Werewolves aren't fictional creatures?" The thought echoed in his mind, like a heavy hammer striking his reason. His eyes were fixed on the werewolf image, hoping to wake up in the next second and find that it was all just an absurd nightmare.
However, reality didn't give him a chance to breathe. The scene before him suddenly twisted, as if space-time had been forcibly torn apart. Tang Yin only felt dizzy, his consciousness falling into chaos.
When he regained consciousness, new subtitles had appeared on the game screen:
【Next Morning】
The cold words were like a sharp blade, piercing Tang Yin's remaining hope.
【In the fields near the outskirts of Mist Hidden Village, a corpse was found, mutilated beyond recognition.】
Tang Yin, listening to this inexplicable narration, realized that his subconscious seemed to still be present. His heart constricted violently, and an ominous premonition spread through him.
【Based on the clothes on the body, it is presumed to be Tang Yin, a lost traveler.】
This simple sentence hit Tang Yin's chest like a heavy punch. He instantly understood that the corpse was himself. An unspeakable fear and despair swept over him, almost swallowing him whole.
Just as Tang Yin was about to collapse, the game screen switched again, back to the moment when he still retained a glimmer of sanity. Through his hazy consciousness, he vaguely heard the excited voices of the male high school students in the village:
"Wow, this Tang Yin can still move?"
The voices were full of curiosity and surprise, as if discussing a novel toy. Tang Yin was shocked. He never expected that he would still have a residual consciousness. This feeling between life and death made him shudder.
Just then, a hoarse old woman's voice came, and Tang Yin immediately recognized it as Granny Rong:
"This person is indeed a Yellow Spring person, execute him quickly!"
Granny Rong's words were full of disgust and fear, as if Tang Yin was something unclean. Immediately after, a familiar female voice sounded, it was Wang Lina:
"Goodbye, Tang Yin."
Wang Lina's voice was calm and resolute, without a trace of emotion. Before Tang Yin could react, he felt a sharp pain. He knew that Wang Lina had personally ended his life.
In the darkness, an ethereal and eerie voice suddenly sounded, it was the mysterious white-haired girl:
"The banquet begins."
This sentence was like a signal, announcing that some kind of terrible ritual was about to begin. Tang Yin felt his consciousness rapidly dissipating, but he still heard the last voice, a strange man's low and cold pronouncement:
"Hang the werewolf."
As these words fell, Tang Yin completely lost consciousness. The game screen changed again, and a line of striking text appeared:
【You have now unlocked option 2 "Werewolf and Resurrection"】
G-chan looked at the screen and sighed helplessly. She knew that this ending was not ideal. After hesitating for a moment, she decided to reload and return to the previous choice branch to restart this thrilling adventure.
The scene on the screen began to rewind, as if time was rapidly turning back. G-chan's eyes were fixed on every detail, hoping to find a breakthrough. She knew that in this world full of mysteries and dangers, every choice could determine life or death.
As the screen stopped at the previous selection interface, G-chan took a deep breath, preparing to embark on this journey full of unknowns again. She secretly vowed that this time, she would uncover the secrets of Mist Hidden Village and save Tang Yin from danger.
……
Night fell, and the air in Mist Hidden Village was filled with a strange atmosphere. Tang Yin curled up in the corner of the dilapidated outhouse, the cold ground seeping into his skin through his thin clothes, causing him to shiver involuntarily. The small space was filled with a nauseating stench, but Tang Yin couldn't care less at the moment.
Suddenly, a shrill scream pierced the night sky, like a sharp knife piercing Tang Yin's eardrums. His heart contracted violently, and all the muscles in his body instantly tensed. The fear and pain contained in that voice made Tang Yin instantly realize that a life-and-death drama was unfolding outside.
Tang Yin forced himself to take a deep breath, trying to calm his rapid heartbeat. His jet-black eyes flickered in the dim light, and his mind raced as he thought about his current situation.
"There are no demons or ghosts in this world," Tang Yin muttered in his heart, "It should be an assassin? But why would an assassin appear in this remote little village?"
His hand unconsciously reached for the doorknob, but stopped just as he was about to touch it. An inexplicable fear surged into his heart like a tide, making him tremble uncontrollably. Tang Yin knew that unless he personally confirmed the source of the scream, he would never be able to dispel this fear that went deep into his bones.
Just then, Wang Lina's delicate face suddenly appeared in his mind. Her bright eyes were full of worry, and her soft lips moved slightly, as if repeating her previous warning: "No matter what happens, don't leave here."
Tang Yin slowly retracted his hand, his fingertips still lingering with the cold touch of the doorknob. He took a deep breath, and a trace of determination flashed in his eyes. "I can't break my promise to Wang Lina," he muttered in his heart, "I have my principles."
However, the continuous screams outside were like a sharp knife, constantly cutting at Tang Yin's conscience. He bit his lip tightly, frowned, and his heart was filled with conflict and struggle.
"The other party must be in danger now. If I ignore it, it might be too late," Tang Yin murmured to himself, his voice so low that it was almost inaudible.
But then, a strong sense of self-preservation surged into his heart. Tang Yin shook his head with a wry smile, "I don't think I'm a good person, and I'm not going to become a good person. Even if I go outside now, it's not to help someone, but to satisfy my curiosity."
Tang Yin closed his eyes, recalling his past adventures driven by curiosity. No matter how dangerous the situation, his curiosity had never succumbed to danger. But at this moment, he felt an unprecedented fear, as if an invisible hand was strangling his throat.
"Why?" Tang Yin opened his eyes, a trace of horror flashing in his pupils, "Because I already know. I still have the memory of my last death in my mind!"
This sudden realization was like a heavy hammer, slamming hard on Tang Yin's heart. It wasn't a sense of déjà vu, not a dreamlike memory, and certainly not an ambiguous illusion. It was a real experience, an unforgettable pain.
Tang Yin's face turned pale, and cold sweat dripped down his forehead. His brain was working at full speed, trying to sort out this incredible situation.
"Impossible," he muttered to himself, his voice full of uncertainty, "First of all, I'm still alive. Secondly, I haven't been to the outhouse before. Is it precognition?"
Tang Yin recalled his life before coming to Mist Hidden Village, ordinary and unremarkable, never having experienced such supernatural things. But why did this memory awaken at this crucial moment? This question was like a cloud of fog, shrouding his heart.
However, the overwhelming fear and the pain of death were so real, so vivid. Tang Yin suddenly had a strong premonition that opening or not opening this door would determine his fate.
His hand hung in mid-air, only a few centimeters away from the doorknob. Tang Yin's eyes were full of struggle and hesitation, and the beads of sweat on his forehead flickered faintly in the dim light.
Time seemed to stand still at this moment. Tang Yin felt his heartbeat was terrifyingly loud, almost bursting out of his chest. The screams outside gradually weakened, replaced by an eerie silence. This silence was even more terrifying than the screams, as if the whole world was waiting for him to make a choice.
Tang Yin took a deep breath, forcing himself to calm down. He closed his eyes, trying to sort out his thoughts. On the one hand, his curiosity was clamoring to go and find out; on the other hand, the vague but real memory of death was warning him not to take risks.
"Reason tells me I should stay here," Tang Yin whispered to himself, his voice trembling slightly, "But my instinct is screaming at me to run away from this place."
At this instant, Tang Yin suddenly remembered something. His eyes snapped open, a trace of horror flashing in his pupils.
"Wait, if this is really some kind of loop, then is staying here really safe?"
This thought was like a bolt of lightning, instantly illuminating Tang Yin's chaotic thoughts. He realized that whether he opened the door or not, it could lead to the same result.
Tang Yin slowly lowered his hand, leaning his body against the cold wall. He took a deep breath, then slowly exhaled.
"Either way," Tang Yin muttered to himself, his voice tinged with determination, "I can't passively wait for fate to arrange things. I need more information, I need to understand the secrets of this village. Only then can I find a real way out."
Just like that, Tang Yin fell into contemplation, unable to move. He knew that every decision he made next could be a matter of life and death. And in this mysterious Mist Hidden Village, the only things he could rely on were his own wisdom and intuition.
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Until he decided to give up opening the door, he held the doorknob tightly, unable to move.
Failing to save someone was indeed an unpleasant choice, but he was no longer a child.
He wouldn't blame himself for this seemingly selfish decision,
Instead, the unsatisfied curiosity and the uncharacteristic choice made him increasingly anxious,
Without any real sense of being saved.
……
The wooden door of the outhouse suddenly shook violently, making a harsh creaking sound. Tang Yin's pupils instantly contracted, and all the muscles in his body tensed. There was something outside! It was pushing and pulling the doorknob with force, and the whole door was groaning under the strain.
Tang Yin's gaze fell on the fragile latch, and he secretly cried out in his heart. This simple latch couldn't withstand the impact from the outside at all, it was just for show. He quickly reached out and tightly gripped the inside of the doorknob, as if this would block the invader outside.
At this critical moment, Wang Lina's worried eyes once again appeared in Tang Yin's mind. Her warning echoed in his ears like a warning bell: "No matter what happens, don't leave here." Tang Yin's brain worked at full speed, weighing the current situation.
"If I make a sound, the other party will be able to confirm my existence," Tang Long analyzed silently in his heart, "Even if I hold this door, the other party may have other ways to harm me." Fine beads of sweat oozed from his forehead, sliding down his cheeks.
"But if I remain silent," Tang Long continued to think, "The other party may think this is just a locked, empty outhouse."
A decision gradually formed in Tang Long's heart: absolutely do not make any sound. He bit his lower lip tightly, forcing himself to remain calm. "Maybe the other party will turn around and leave?" He prayed in his heart, while staring at the shaky latch.
The impact from the outside became more and more intense, and the entire outhouse was shaking constantly, as if it would collapse at any moment. Tang Long held his mouth tightly with one hand, and gripped the doorknob tightly with the other, staring unblinkingly at the trembling latch. Cold sweat soaked his back, and fear flooded his entire body like a tide.
"Once the other party breaks in, it's all over." This thought was like a sharp blade, piercing Tang Long's heart.
Suddenly, a vague memory flashed in his mind - the sense of powerlessness he felt when he last saw the werewolf instantly swept through his body. Tang Long felt dizzy, and his breathing became rapid. "Am I just going to wait for death?" He cried out desperately in his heart.
But even if he wanted to resist, Tang Long didn't know what to do. His eyes swept around the dim outhouse, searching for possible weapons. Suddenly, a strange idea flashed in his mind: "Teeth are the hardest part of the human body, I heard the attack effect of biting is surprisingly good."
This idea was like a spark, igniting the awareness and killing intent deep in Tang Long's heart. "Decisively bite down?" He clenched his teeth, a fierce look flashing in his eyes. Tang Long's body leaned forward slightly, like a beast ready to pounce on its enemy at any moment.
In this tense atmosphere, the sound outside suddenly disappeared. Tang Long was stunned for a moment, and then became even more vigilant. "No, maybe this is a trap, the other party wants to take advantage of my relaxation to launch an attack." He warned himself in his heart.
Tang Long decided to silently count to five hundred first, and wait and see. Time passed by minute by minute, and the outhouse was silent inside and out. There were no screams, no sudden attacks. But in this quiet environment, Tang Long's hearing became unusually sensitive.
He held his breath, carefully listening to the movements outside. Gradually, some subtle sounds entered his ears - low breathing, suppressed roars, the rustling sound of claws scraping the ground. An aura of wildness seemed to penetrate the wooden door, rushing straight at Tang Long's face.
"The other party is still outside!" Tang Long's heart jumped violently, and all the muscles in his body tensed up again. His eyes swept back and forth between the cracks in the door, as if trying to see through the wooden planks to see what was going on outside.
The air in the outhouse became more and more heavy, and Tang Long felt it was difficult to breathe. His brain worked at full speed, trying to think of a way to escape. But no matter how he thought, he couldn't find a safe solution.
Tang Long looked down at his trembling hands, and then looked up at the shaky latch. He took a deep breath, forcing himself to calm down. "No matter what happens, I can't give up," he encouraged himself silently in his heart, "As long as there is a glimmer of hope, I will seize it."
……
Did that monster appear together with the thick fog of the God-Graced River?
Tang Yin felt that the people in the village must know something about this, which is why they were so vigilant and had all turned into riddlers.
Tang Yin cursed inwardly, being stuck in this place, knowing nothing, a sense of fear for the unknown welled up within him.
Now he could only believe in that memory, whether it was a premonition or a past experience, he didn't know. He spent the entire night cautiously hiding inside the outhouse.
No matter what, he had to get through tonight!