Chapter 0002: Divine
She murmured to herself, her body trembling incessantly, and the people around her looked at her with a hint of fear in their eyes
Her fingers twitched, her thoughts were about to scatter, her body lost sensation, the sound of rain by her ears faded away, and only the sound of her heart beating "thump thump" mixed with the countdown could be heard, "2 ... ... "
Song Qingxiao had not yet figured out the reason for her entry into this trial, nor had she clarified the true purpose of the trial. However, being introverted by nature and not one to seek the spotlight, she closed her mouth after responding to the woman's question. While listening to the conversations around her, she quietly observed the people in the space.
The rapid loss of blood caused Song Qingxiao's consciousness to begin to blur. She recalled her mother, and many scenes that she had long forgotten surfaced one by one in her mind. The eerie countdown continued: "6, 5 ... ..."
The speaker is a robust man, wearing a tight-fitting tank top that reveals large tattoos on his arms, giving him a somewhat fierce appearance. As he speaks, he clenches his fists, and it seems that everyone in this space is most wary of him, instinctively keeping their distance.
Just before losing consciousness, her throat was pierced by a hole, and she still remembers the sensation of the dagger entering her body
She also imitated others, finding a spot a little farther away from the crowd, curling her body up. Some people had already grown impatient and asked in a stern voice:
Where is this, and what is going on here
Song Qing took a sharp breath, suddenly sat up, and opened her eyes
Everything that has happened exceeds Song Qingxiao's original understanding, but she suspects that it is closely related to the voice that had appeared in her mind earlier
Ten, nine, eight ... ...
Welcome to the Trial Space of the Gods
In fact, Song Qingxiao herself has not yet clarified her current situation. When questioned by the woman, she did not answer honestly. The events of this evening have heightened her alertness to the maximum, and the unfamiliar environment and strangers around her have made her nerves even more tense
The scene of her previous murder was like a nightmare, as she raised her arm, her left hand still bearing the traces of dried blood, proving that what had happened earlier was not a figment of her disturbed mind
Song Qingxiaoqiang composed herself, propping herself up with her hands to rise. Perhaps having just gone through a crisis made her instinctively wary of this unfamiliar environment
Song Qing's face was pale, and when her hand touched her throat, it felt smooth and even, without any wounds, and she was breathing easily
A young woman dressed in a red dress, wearing high heels and with her arms crossed, flicked her hair and could not help but ask: "Who are you? How did you get here?"
She counted and realized that there were a total of nine people, including herself. Besides the questioning woman and the fierce, burly man, there was a short, stout man around forty years old. Next to him sat a gentleman with glasses, who appeared cultured and refined. On the other side, there were two youthful boys and girls with fresh features. In the eastern corner sat a woman dressed in professional attire, slightly plump, and about two meters away from her was a young male doctor in a white coat, arms crossed, frowning. On the other side, there were two youthful boys and girls with fresh features. In the eastern corner sat a woman dressed in professional attire, slightly plump, and about two meters away from her was a young male doctor in a white coat, arms crossed, frowning.
Four
What are you, and why should anyone listen to you
The crowd exchanged glances with one another, and regarding the stranger, none spoke up immediately
Where is this place
Such a reaction proves that the individuals who have entered this space must have arrived suddenly. Everyone may have received a prompt to enter the 'Trial of God' for various reasons, and they have inexplicably found themselves in this space
On the first day, she encountered trouble but was fortunate to survive; she did not want to die quietly in this alley
It is evident that everyone is a stranger to one another, maintaining a certain distance between themselves. Among these individuals, there are both men and women of varying ages
Three
There were about seven or eight people nearby, all keeping their distance from her, watching her warily
Did you not hear it
Song Qingxiao was still breathing heavily, the sensation of being stabbed by a dagger had left her with severe aftereffects. That feeling of being unable to breathe followed her like a shadow. Although the wound on her neck had strangely disappeared by now, she was still greatly affected, raising her chin and stretching her neck while breathing, producing loud sounds
Is it time to enter the trial of God? She exerted all her strength to move her lips, rainwater poured into her mouth, mixed with blood and foam, trickling down her chin. The desire to survive overwhelmed the fear of death, "Yes ... ..."
Several people were either sitting or standing beside her, all turning to look at her with expressions of terror. There were no raging winds or torrential rains, no dark alleys, and the song heard before the brink of death no longer existed. She did not have the time to carefully observe her surroundings and instinctively reached out to touch her neck
She did not mention the mysterious voice that appeared in her mind, nor did she refer to the words "divine trial". Upon hearing her words, the crowd seemed to have no doubts about the * diagram * book.
From the clothing and adornments of the crowd, there are those dressed in formal attire like the woman who first asked a question, as well as others resembling a short and stout middle-aged man in the distance, who is dressed in work attire. It seems that before arriving at the 'Trial of the Gods', everyone must have been engaged in different activities at different times and places.
She does not want to die yet; she has just graduated and has finally found a job to make ends meet, having only worked for one day.
The woman looked at Song Qingxiao and threw out several questions in succession. As soon as she opened her mouth, everyone focused their attention on Song Qingxiao, waiting for her response
"Newcomer, who are you? What is your name, and how did you come here?"
The woman who asked the first question only focused on the bloodstains on her body, clearly curious about what had happened to her before she entered here
As soon as the man finished speaking, the fierce-looking brute let out a sneer
Her appearance is the most terrifying; she is wearing a drenched garment, with dark brown bloodstains on her chest and sleeves. Her hair is disheveled, her complexion is as pale as a ghost, and her lips lack color, giving her a disheveled and repulsive look, as if something significant has just occurred.
The thought had just emerged in her mind when, in the next moment, her fingers moved gently, and what she grasped was no longer the cold and damp stone path, but a smooth floor. She was no longer in the dark alley that had led to her demise; it seemed that there were others around her, and she heard the sound of heavy breathing
The woman's gaze swept over each person in this open space, finally resting on Song Qingxiao, who had entered this area the latest
He supported himself with his hands on the ground and stood up: "I propose that in a place like this, everyone should first sit together in a circle, introduce themselves to each other, and get to know one another to become more familiar."
She noticed that this place was somewhat peculiar, surrounded by a gray mist, leaving only an open space of nearly thirty square meters, and apart from that, there were no decorations here
It is evident that Song Qingxiao is not a person of good background. When this woman cast her gaze upon her, it resembled that of those around her, marked by a certain tension, along with a hint of disgust and disdain.
It seems that everyone has arrived here by accident. The middle-aged man wearing glasses glanced and adjusted his spectacles: Although I do not understand why we are here, since we have come, we must figure out where this is and what has brought us here.
After the rain stops tomorrow, perhaps someone will pass by, but they may not even glance at her corpse
My name is Song Qingxiao, and I do not know how I came here; I find it all very strange