My Doomsday Safe House

Chapter 15

In the trial space, Chen Dong stared blankly at Yaoxi who was holding his arm.

"Why did you come in?" Chen Dong asked.

"What's so strange about this, my passive skill is unrecognizable and also a mythical quality, it's not easy to get in."

Chen Dong was speechless. He didn't expect that after arriving here, he still couldn't get rid of this little loli. But since it was already like this, he had no choice but to ignore it as much as possible.

Ignoring the little loli next to him, Chen Dong looked around. He was in an ancient city. The streets were full of pedestrians, looking at a peaceful atmosphere.

"Ding! The mythical level skill [Murderous Concentration] was randomly selected for trial."

"Tip! The current ratio between the trial space and the outside world is: one day in the outside world and one hundred years in the trial space. If you fail to get started within a thousand years, it will be considered a failure."

"Thousands of years!" Chen Dong was surprised, and found that he still underestimated the difficulty of cultivating mythological skills.

[Trial mission ①: Killing one is a crime, killing ten thousand is a hero; killing nine million is a hero among heroes!Please feel free to kill a person in front of you to break this tranquility. 】

Chen Dong was stunned, staring blankly at the task prompt box in front of him.

"You want me to kill someone?" Chen Dong took a deep breath and looked around.

The people around seemed to suddenly notice Chen Dong, pointing at Chen Dong from a distance.

Some girls looked shy towards Chen Dong when they saw that Chen Dong was tall and handsome.

At this time, an old man walked out of the teahouse on one side. This old man had white beard and white hair, and was thin. He should be in his [-]s or [-]s, but his eyes were not cloudy. He leaned on a cane and came to Chen Dong's side.

The old man's voice was warm, like the palm of a dead tree, and he patted Chen Dong's back lightly, bringing him back to his senses: "My little brother doesn't look like a local, I don't know where he came from?"

Hearing the old man's voice, Chen Dong trembled all over. Looking at the old man, there was no attribute hint, just like meeting an ordinary person in the original world.

Yes, the old man's demeanor and movements, this is an ordinary person, an ordinary person who would die if Chen Dong stretched out his hand.

Seeing Chen Dong's stupid expression, the old man thought that his brain was not working well: "If you don't mind my brother, you can go to the old man's tea house and have a cup of rough tea."

While speaking, the old man supported Chen Dong's upper arm and led him towards the teahouse.

Chen Dong almost subconsciously supported the old man's arm with his backhand, looked at his face in astonishment for a moment, and then showed a kind smile.

what do I do?Chen Dong took a deep breath, his face expressionless, but his heart was extremely struggling.

He is an ordinary person, an ordinary person. He can kill monsters and zombies, but asking him to kill a living person makes him feel very depressed.

"Brother? Brother?" The old man called Chen Dong softly. Chen Dong sat at a wooden table, looked at the teacup in the old man's old hand, and hurriedly reached out to take it.

"Brother, drink slowly, don't worry, I'll greet the guests first."

Chen Dong watched him leave without opening his mouth. , lowered his head, staring blankly at the light brown tea in the rough ceramic tea bowl.

"What's wrong, Xiao Dongzi? You can't bear it?" Yao Xi sat opposite Chen Dong, reached out to take the tea bowl in front of Chen Dong, took a sip and put it down. Obviously, the taste was not very good.

"Yaoxi, are you saying that all this is fake? Is it an illusion?" Chen Dong, who had been silent all this time, suddenly asked.

"I don't know. If it's a normal trial, it might be fake, but for a mythical trial, even if a real world is used as a trial space, there's nothing strange about it." Yaoxi replied, looking around. Floating to the outside of the teahouse.

Chen Dong closed his eyes, struggling in his heart, finally stood up and walked outside the tea house.

The old man in the tea house saw Chen Dong leave and wanted to go forward, but Chen Dong was very fast. An old man with inconvenient legs and feet, he disappeared within a few breaths.

Chen Dong blended into the crowd. He looked at the crowd in the busy market. If he looked carefully, not everyone had a smile on their face.

A woman selling fried peanuts had a sad expression on her face, and looked at the passers-by in front of her stall with anxiety and anticipation in her eyes.

A strong coolie carrying a big bag, with a thin body, his open clothes were wet with sweat, and his face was full of exhaustion.

An old beggar on the side of the road was curled up in a corner with a broken bowl in front of him. He didn't yell for money like on TV, but squinted his eyes, folded his arms, and his eyes were as hollow as dead wood.

The people around him with happiness and smiles on their faces did not pay much attention to the old beggar. They glanced at him and avoided looking at him.

"Ah, you haven't decided yet?"

Suddenly a voice came from behind, Chen Dong turned around and looked at Yaoxi who was floating in front of her. She was holding a roast chicken in her left hand, a half-eaten roast duck in her right hand, and a roast milk wrapped in oilcloth on her back. pig.

"What kind of shit? Don't you eat rabbits? Ahhhhhhhhhhh..."

Chen Dong turned around and came to the old beggar.

When the old beggar saw that the broken bowl he was staring at was covered in shadow, he mechanically raised his head and looked at Chen Dong.

"Do you think life is meaningful?" Chen Dong asked.

When the old man heard this, the corner of his mouth curled up, as if he was mocking himself: "Look at them."

The old man pointed to a rich middle-aged man in brocade. He was accompanying a beautiful woman, picking out roadside accessories, and there were three guards by his side.

"You should ask them your questions. I'm an old beggar. What's the meaning of living, but I can't let go of my little granddaughter." The old beggar thought of his granddaughter, and a gleam of light appeared on his numb face.

"Responsible?" Chen Dong looked at the old beggar, who was even older than the old man in the tea house before: "But you won't live long."

The old beggar nodded, and he didn't refute, nor did he try to be brave. He knew that he was going to die, and he might not even be able to survive this year's cold winter.

"Give me your life, and I will take care of your granddaughter." Chen Dong said, he had a decision.

He also has his own responsibilities, he needs to move forward, keep moving forward, he cannot stop here.

The old beggar looked at Chen Dong in astonishment, and then regained his composure: "The old beggar has no money, and he doesn't dare to offend anyone. Why do you want to kill me?"

"It's not up to you." Chen Dong said truthfully.

The old beggar had no doubts, and there was no need to doubt him. Who would be bored and play tricks on a dying old beggar?

The old beggar stood up slowly while supporting the wall behind him, and Chen Dong stepped forward to support him.

He glanced at Chen Dong in surprise, patted the palm of his hand that was supporting him with his right hand, and said: "The old beggar has seen countless people and things in the busy city.

It can also be seen that you didn't intend to kill people. If you can, please treat my granddaughter kindly. "

The old beggar agreed. He was worried about his granddaughter, but he didn't know who to entrust.

"I will treat her as my own." Chen Dong said seriously.

The old beggar nodded, and led Chen Dong out of the city to a ruined temple in the forest outside the city.

As soon as the two of them saw the ruined temple, they saw a small person running towards them.

"Grandpa!" The young voice was surprised. Perhaps that was why grandpa came back earlier than usual today.

When she saw Chen Dong beside her, her steps slowed down significantly, and she didn't dare to look at Chen Dong, so she threw herself into the arms of the old beggar.

"Is the beggar good today?" The old beggar asked the beggar, who was already a little stooped.

"Good boy, I went to the back to pick fruits. There were a lot of them, and I gave them all to Grandpa." The little beggar was wearing a long coat that was patched and sewn from gray cloth. His hair was cut very short and was messy, which made people look sad. I couldn't tell the difference between male and female, and they looked about five or six years old.

"Grandpa doesn't eat it. Grandpa doesn't like to eat fruit. I beg my son to eat it."

"Beggar, beggar, grandpa is going to a farther place to beg for money. After grandpa leaves, you follow this little brother, okay?"

"Don't want grandpa, I want to ask you for money." The little beggar panicked after hearing what grandpa said.

Chen Dong watched the conversation between his grandfather and grandson and sighed. Finally he couldn't bear it anymore and took out a bag of food from the backpack space. It was a fat hare. Chen Dong placed it in front of the two of them.

"Since there are still concerns, let's live well, and I'll come back tomorrow." After Chen Dong finished speaking, he left without looking back.

Yao Xi floated over: "I thought you'd made up your mind?"

"People don't have kind hearts, they are just instincts, just like your Xiaobai." Chen Dong said, and returned to the city.

Looking at all the people who are busy living in front of him, Chen Dong has never felt such a strong smoke and fire in the modern city. After careful observation, he can even understand some of their lives.

"Hey! You've been wandering around since early morning, where did you come from and where are you going?" Someone asked Chen Dong.

His attire was so eye-catching that it was difficult not to attract attention.

"Hello!?" Seeing that Chen Dong didn't respond, the man stood like a log and grabbed Chen Dong's collar with his hands.

"Could it be a fool?"

"It's a pity to have a good skin."

……

The crowd whispered.

Pooh!Just as the boy's right hand touched Chen Dong's shoulder, the light of the knife flashed, and blood gushed out, splashing all over Chen Dong's body.

In an instant, the surroundings were silent for an instant.

"Ah! Killing!!"

"Go! Find someone quickly, Gouwazi has been hacked!!"

……

Shouts and screams erupted everywhere, and the originally peaceful and bustling market suddenly became chaotic.

"Why did you choose him?" Yaoxi asked Chen Dong.

Chen Dong didn't look back, the blood flowed down his palm and the blade, and fell to the ground.

The hand holding the knife trembled slightly. He had never felt so clearly the feeling when the knife cut into flesh and blood.

"I didn't choose him, he chose me." After Chen Dong said lightly, his surroundings had turned into an open space. A boy in his teens was lying in a pool of blood. The corners still have traces of repairs.

"What the hell am I... doing?"

Chen Dong stared at the corpse, tears overflowed from his eyes, but there was no trace of sadness on his face. Ever since he killed No.1, some of his feelings had been quietly stripped away.

Yaoxi was floating in the air, her brows furrowed. He looked at Chen Dong with worry in his heart.

"It's just your luck. I really don't know whether it's luck or misfortune. With a skill comparable to that of transcendence, while gaining some powerful power, you are also doomed to lose something. I hope you can make it through, little Dongzi." Yao Xi self-mumbling.

(End of this chapter)