Chapter 3 Don't Look for Me

When he walked close to the back of Zhao Xiaoxi, Antony founds that there was black and red blood on its shoulder. There was a piece of black wood inserted in the side of its shoulder blade, emitting the smell of soil he had just smelled.

Except that, there was no other smell on Zhao Xiaoxi.

There was no comb in the bathroom, so Antony could only comb its hair from the top of its head.

As soon as his fingers reached into Zhao Xiaoxi's hair, the black hair wrapped around him actively. It was wet and sticky, which was a sharp weapon that had appeared in the scene simulation.

Antony didn't dare to slack off. He combed the hair from the top to the end and simply tied it up with a red rope to make a ponytail.

Zhao Xiaoxi touched the tied ponytail and cut the black hair neatly from the red rope with the tip of its fingernails.

Zhao Xiaoxi stretched out its hand with the hair to Antony.

Antony pointed at himself and asked:

"Is this for me?"

Before it could reply, the hair broke free from the red rope and extended towards Antony's head. The cold black hair clung to his head and drilled into his scalp. At last, the strange black hair merged with his original hair. His short hair was much longer and the hair on his forehead covered his eyes and brows.

Looking at his former playmate, who had changed into such a strange and terrible look and even given the black hair to him, Antony was full of doubts and said:

"Xiaoxi, can you tell me what happened?"

"Hem, hem."

Zhao Xiaoxi opened its mouth slightly but didn't answer Antony's question. It just said a few words with difficulty and slowly.

"Time... Is... Running... Out... Don't... Look... For... Me..."

After saying that, the stinky liquid under its feet eroded upwards.

"Remember... Don't... Go Back."

All of a sudden, the stinky liquid seemed to go crazy, quickly wrapped Zhao Xiaoxi up, and finally corroded in front of Antony.

At the moment when Zhao Xiaoxi was completely corroded, an inexplicable fear attacked Antony's heart, as if he was stared at by a horrible existence, and the blood all over his body seemed to be solidified.

"Your body feels a great danger, and your whole body is in a defensive state."

Although Antony's body was cold, his heart beat fast. He felt as if something had exploded in his blood vessels and a cold feeling had invaded the bones of his limbs.

Cold. It was so cold.

The pain in his blood vessels was getting worse. His bones and skin were cold, but there was a strange heat in his blood vessels.

Antony grabbed the edge of the wall of the bathroom with both hands and slowly squatted down.

His fingertips were white, and because of the violent change in his body, he kept panting, and his eyes were bloodshot.

In this dim bathroom, he didn't notice that the distribution of blood vessels on his skin was a peculiar dark blue.

Slowly, Antony couldn't hold on any longer. He leaned back against the cold wall and clenched his teeth.

Antony didn't dare to relax. He knew that it was a battle of body and unknown existence. It was a battle of survival. If he won, he could live on. If he lost, he couldn't imagine the consequences. He had to win.

The hand that was grabbing the wall had already been put down, but it was clenched into a fist, and dark blue blood vessels burst out from the back of the hand.

Slowly, he was in a trance, and his vision was a little blurred.

The only thing Antony could do was to cheer himself up in his heart. He believed that he would be able to hold on!

It seemed that a century had passed.

When Antony walked out of the bathroom, he was still a little wobbly.

But he looked relaxed.

Fortunately, he had won the war, but his body needed rest at this time. Antony found a towel and simply wiped his body. Then he lay on the bed, tucked himself in, and fell asleep.