The little black hand calmed down and glanced at the little girl who was held in his hand by Ye Jia.

Her eyes were covered, her mouth was stuffed with candy, her five senses were blocked, and she walked ignorantly on the sea of ​​blood, protected very well.

The little black hand sighed unexpectedly:

"I didn't expect you to be so good to children."

It then muttered: "…it's a double standard compared to others."

Ye Jia's expression did not change and said lightly:

"It's just necessary measures."

Even ghosts won't believe it.

The little black hand muttered in his heart.

There seems to be many people who block the five senses, but Ye Jia uses the gentlest and most laborious method.

But it obviously did not dare to say what it was in his heart, but just stayed peacefully on Yejia's shoulders, waiting for the end of the journey.

Ye Jia lowered his eyes and glanced at the little girl who was held in his hand, a strange color flashed in his eyes.

In fact, this is not the first time he has heard someone say this.

——But, at that time, he had not yet become ACE, the evil god who firmly ranked first in the game standings.

At that time, he had just entered the game not long ago. Although he had already understood the cruelty and bloodiness of this game, he had not completely discarded the innocence and goodness from a civilized and ruled society.

That was a campus battle royale copy.

All the players stood in the playground shrouded in darkness, listening nervously to the mechanical female voice above their heads slowly telling the rules of this dungeon.

The rules are very simple, you can summarize them in three words-

hide and seek.

However, unlike the real hide-and-seek game, the ones that catch people in the game are real ghosts, while the killed players will become new evil spirits, join the hunting side and harvest the lives of their companions.

While waiting, a player in the crowd attracted Yejia's attention.

It was a child who was only thirteen or fourteen years old.

He is not tall, even among his peers, he does not look up often, and looks gloomy and cold.

Ye Jia's temporary teammate noticed his gaze. He looked at Ye Jia's gaze, then sneered and shook his head:

"Yeah, there's a little guy-I'm sure this little brat will definitely not be able to hold on to this copy."

This time the dungeon is nine hours long, and the rules this time make it more difficult to survive the later, and it is impossible for a child to have this physical strength and endurance.

Another companion curled his lips contemptuously: "Come on, I'll bet for half an hour."

Ye Jia frowned, without saying a word, and withdrew his gaze.

His temporary teammate patted his shoulder: "This is the game, survival of the fittest, survival of the fittest-you will get used to it soon."

Soon, the game begins.

As expected, as time goes by, the difficulty of the dungeon increases geometrically, and the more it goes, the more breathless it becomes.

Half of the six-person team that Ye Jia joined soon died, and the remaining companions were also exhausted, almost losing their lives on several occasions.

The school corridor was filled with yin energy, the light bulbs above the head sizzled, the walls were corroded by ghost energy, and they became charred at a speed visible to the naked eye. The wall skin fell down, making the scalp numb in the dead corridor.

In the darkness at the end of the corridor, the thick and dark hair wandered forward like a snake, covering the walls, floors, and ceilings, chasing the three people running in a mess in front of them.

They had used most of the props and were almost the only way to escape.

At this moment, Ye Jia's afterglow caught a thin figure standing in the stairwell beside him.

The little boy looked pale and looked more and more shocking in the dark corridor. He raised his head and looked at the three of them with dark eyes.

Behind him was a fierce ghost pressing step by step, but this child seemed to have no intention of running away. He seemed to be scared and could only stand firmly in place, watching the danger approaching quickly.

Ye Jia gritted his teeth, as if he had made up some decision, and raised his hand to grab the child's thin arm:

"What are you stunned! Run!"

The little boy seemed to have never expected him to do this, and raised his head with a little dazed moment and let the other party pull him forward.

After sprinting and turning several corners, they finally saw the safe house at the critical moment.

The dark hair rushed up, but was blocked outside by the suddenly closed door.

In the classroom, I could only hear a few people breathing heavily.

——This safe house can only last for ten minutes. Although it doesn’t take long, it at least gives them room for rest.

Holding his knees and gasping for a few breaths, his teammate straightened his waist, glanced at Ye Jia, and said sarcastically:

"I didn't expect that you still have this kind of love for your children... Why, you're soft-hearted?"

He sneered: "Can you just save this kid be useless? At most it is a burden. Why haven't you figured out the rules of this game at this time? Soft heart and love are worthless."

Yejia did not answer.

He lowered his eyes and looked at the child who was pulled into the safe house by himself, his tone of a cold and hard:

"Next time I encounter danger, remember to run."

The little boy raised his head, staring at the other person with dark eyes for a moment without a moment. He pursed his lips and nodded obediently.

"I won't save you again."

Ye Jia frowned, threw down the sentence coldly, then turned around and walked to the door of the safe house, and looked out through the window.

"Yeah." The little boy's voice was filled with a strange hoarseness. He stared at the youth who was facing his back, and a scarlet dark light quickly passed through the depths of his dark eyes:
Chapter completed!