Jie Fangcheng's sudden words left everyone around him stunned, and he had already taken two steps to a wax figure.
There was no light on in the room, only the golden-red light of the setting sun outside shone in, shining on half of the wax figure's face. One half was the color of fat yellow wax, and the other half was splashed with a layer of golden-red light. The fat-like wax liquid was faintly transparent under such light, like peeled flesh.
This is a wax figure of a young high school student who looks about fifteen or sixteen years old. He is standing there. It seems to be a coincidence that the wax figures around him are placed a little messily. Coincidentally, this wax figure is facing Jie Fangcheng, and his eyes are "looking" at him.
At this moment, although everyone knew that there was something strange about these wax figures, a thought flashed through everyone's mind: Is the boss crazy
The wax figures on the first floor are all standing upright, facing all sorts of directions. No matter how you look at it, it seems that these wax figures are just facing Fang Cheng, and their eyes seem to be looking at him!
Xie Fangcheng, however, held his sword and took a photo of the wax figure with dissatisfaction.
"Why are you pretending to be dead? Were you originally standing here? Come over here to watch the fun!"
After Jie Fangcheng said this, everyone realized that something was wrong.
Although the wax figures are arranged in a messy manner, there is an arm's length of space between each wax figure.
But the one being pointed out by Jie Fangcheng was almost as close to the wax figures as the ones around him. It really looked like, as Jie Fangcheng said, that he had squeezed in to watch the fun.
The light of the setting sun grew dimmer and brighter red. A gust of wind blew from nowhere and suddenly closed a window.
The room became even darker.
A moving wax figure, a scary wax museum, an unknown last save where I don't know what happened, a powerful companion who just died about an hour ago...
Everything looked like a scene from a horror story, and everyone should have felt terrified... if it weren't for Jie Fangcheng, who was emitting a green light that was becoming increasingly apparent in the darkness.
Jie Fangcheng's voice was full of energy, and when he questioned the wax figure in front of him, it was as if he was questioning a pervert on the subway.
"You were staring at me when I was on the second floor. I went around you when I came down, but you squeezed over to look at me. What are you looking at? How rude!"
He was very dissatisfied and raised the sword in his hand, but before fighting, he looked back at Zhang Daoan and then put down the sword.
"This guy is so annoying." As he said that, Jie Fangcheng put the sword under his armpit, stretched out his hand to press the wax figure's head, and twisted it.
The wax figure made a dull sound as if its bones were being twisted and broken, and there seemed to be a barely audible scream.
Originally, the wax figures were standing upright, just like the Terracotta Warriors being reviewed.
At this time, an outlier appeared in this straight team.
A wax figure stood straight, but its head was twisted 90 degrees. There were obvious signs of fracture in the wax shell at the neck, and pus-like liquid kept oozing out from it.
The reason why Jie Fangcheng wanted to torture him was not just the one he gave.
The wax figure's eyes were filled with obvious murderous intent. When it looked at Jie Fangcheng, it kept scanning him. No one knew what it was scanning, but there was a strange look mixed with the murderous intent. Anyway, it was rude and annoying.
In the past, Manager Xie would have simply taken his sword and chopped him down. This was because he had promised Zhang Daoan not to use force unless necessary.
Alas, just to clear this dungeon, he has become gentle and reserved.
The first floor was silent, and everyone looked at him in a trance.
What just happened
What did they see
Even though Qi Chanyang already knew how bold and violent he was, after watching it again he still felt... This is too domineering!!
There is something fishy about the wax figure, and it is very likely to attack them. Every player is mentally prepared for this. However, no matter how prepared they are, the monsters in the second level are also very strong and cannot be ignored by just saying "we are prepared".
But there is one player among them who can treat the monsters as nothing!
Is that human being
Regardless of whether it was a human or not, when Jie Fangcheng made this move, he keenly felt that the NPC in front of him, who was staring at him with malice, had become silent. If it weren't for the fact that there were pairs of eyes staring at him, this NPC would have run away and never appeared in front of Jie Fangcheng again.
Okay, at least you know the current situation.
Xie Fangcheng was very satisfied.
Just then, an angry shout suddenly came from the second floor.
"What are you all doing here if you don't work?"
Jie Fangcheng raised his head following the voice.
On the second floor, a skinny old man with a sallow complexion and gray hair stood there, looking at Qi Chanyang and the others on the first floor with obvious disgust and distrust in his eyes.
Then the old man saw Fang Cheng and the other seven unfamiliar faces.
Qi Chanyang hurriedly explained: "Deputy Manager, these are tourists."
His voice was not loud, but the deputy manager on the second floor "heard" it.
The old man was silent for a moment, then forced a smile, although his eyes and expression were not as good as when he faced the other staff players, his disgust was almost solidified.
"Welcome to the 'Real Wax Museum,'" he said perfunctorily, and then quickly added, "Guests, each of our wax figures is a one-to-one reproduction, and each of them is extremely precious. Please do not damage the wax figures during your visit to the wax museum."
Everyone understood.
Judging from what the NPC said, damaging the wax figure is likely to trigger the death rule.
but…
Everyone couldn't help but look at Jie Fangcheng who had just damaged the wax figure.
Jie Fangcheng had no idea that he had just triggered the rule of death. He just glanced at the deputy store manager and then moved closer to Zhang Daoan.
"He stinks."
It doesn’t mean that a person who doesn’t have a bad smell is necessarily a good person, but if he has a bad smell, it means that this deputy store manager must have been involved in a serious murder case.
Moreover, Jie Fangcheng was not in charge of the trial. He was not actually sensitive to the foul smell mixed in the souls. He could not smell the more subtle odor of ordinary crimes, or even murders caused by certain special circumstances. If he could smell it, there must be something wrong with that person.
After saying this, Xie Fangcheng added another sentence.
“But there’s still a golden glow about him.”
When people do good deeds, they will accumulate good karma. When the good karma accumulates enough, it will materialize into golden light after being manifested externally.
This kind of “enough” is not something that everyone can achieve by doing good deeds throughout their lives. To materialize it into golden light, there must at least be specific heroes who save lives.
It is not uncommon for a person to have both golden light and a foul smell on his body. This was more common in ancient times. For example, a general guarding a city would be covered in golden light because he saved the people behind him. But at the same time, if he had killed too many people, he would be stained with the resentment of the dead and have a foul smell.
But in modern times, such people are rarely seen.
Usually, people with these positions in dungeons all stink, but this is the first time that there is light in the stink.
After hearing what he said, Zhang Daoan looked at Jie Fangcheng with a puzzled expression.
Just when Jie Fangcheng was about to ask "What are you looking at?", six player NPCs who had entered a room on the second floor to investigate suddenly opened the door and walked out.
The six people were still talking about something when they met the deputy store manager.
"What are you doing?" The deputy manager frowned.
A representative came out from among the six NPC players and smiled in a fake manner: "We love these wax figures so much that after visiting the first floor, we couldn't help but come to the second floor to see if there are any other works."
This reason was too hypocritical and fake, but the deputy manager just glanced at them and didn't seem to mind their messing around.
"Guests, we only have the wax figures on the first floor for you to visit. The second floor is the living area. Please don't come to the second floor casually next time."
The six of them nodded perfunctorily and said "sure", then walked down from the second floor.
The deputy store manager looked at the huge group of people and forced a smile.
"Anyway, welcome to the 'Real Wax Museum'. It's getting late, and the wax museum has prepared a sumptuous dinner for everyone, please enjoy it."
Although it was a sumptuous dinner, after the dishes were served, more than ten people were crowded around a table. There were three dishes on the table, one pickled vegetable, one cold dish, and the other was as black as paste. It seemed that the only thing on the table that looked somewhat appetizing was the steamed corn bread in front of them.
The table was placed in the middle of the first floor, surrounded by wax figures, the closest one only about one meter away.
With such a ghost watching from behind, no matter whether they were players or six player NPCs who sat down, they all held chopsticks and steamed buns, not knowing how to swallow them.
So Jie Fangcheng took a bite of the cold dish and then a bite of the pickled vegetable.
He was not very picky. After all, there was nothing good to eat when he was in the underworld. He was almost sick of eating the company meals for so many years. There were no fast food restaurants or takeout in the underworld. He could only occasionally get a bite to taste when he was on a mission.
But even if you are not picky, you can't eat the thing in front of you.
When his chopsticks were suspended in the air over the pot of porridge, he hesitated for several seconds and did not drop them. He could only sigh and put the chopsticks down.
The meal prepared by the deputy store manager was only for tourists. The five employee NPCs, including him, did not sit at the table to eat, but just stood aside.
He glanced at the thirteen people in front of him.
"Excuse me, guests. I received news that eleven college students will come to visit the wax museum. You also booked tickets for eleven people, but it seems that there are two more people now?"
Zhang Daoan is much more skilled at finding excuses than those six player NPCs.
"We heard from Xiao Liu that this wax museum is very interesting, so we came to visit it."
"Xiao Liu?" The deputy store manager frowned.
The part-time worker who died in the afternoon seemed to be named Liu.
It was because he suddenly "fell" into the wax that gave the deputy store manager the opportunity to deal with other things.
However, these part-time workers were weird. After arriving at the wax museum, they didn't think about working properly. Instead, they kept looking around as if they were looking for something.
They are dangerous.
After this wave of customers leave, drive these people away! The wax museum doesn’t need so many people, he only needs “helpers”. If the store manager hadn’t insisted on hiring…
It doesn’t matter, everything will be fine after tonight.
But if these two new visitors are friends of "Xiao Liu", are they also curious about the secrets of the wax museum like these part-time employees
Zhang Daoan looked at his expression and just pointed at Liu Heqing who was sitting next to him.
"Yes, this is my classmate."
The deputy store manager finally came to his senses.
It turned out to be "Xiao Liu" among the tourists.
The deputy store manager forced another stiff smile.
Qi Chanyang had also been observing him.
After they entered the dungeon, the deputy store manager led them. The old man was deaf and his limbs were very stiff. When Qi Chanyang approached him, he could smell an unpleasant odor. It was not until they arrived at the boiler room that he realized that the smell was the smell of boiling wax liquid.
I don’t know if it was an illusion, but when the old man approached the burning boiler, the outline of his body seemed to collapse a little, and yellow water faintly seeped out of his ears.
But once outside the boiler room, he looked unchanged.
And no matter what time it is, the deputy store manager always has a huge flashlight hanging around his waist, even during the day.
At first when the old man smiled, Qi Chanyang thought it was because he didn't smile often, so his expression was so stiff, but now looking at his smile, Qi Chanyang seemed to have a flash of inspiration in his mind.
At this moment, the deputy store manager looked at the five part-time employees standing there.
"By the way, we need more firewood for our pot. You... three people, please." The deputy store manager pointed at three people and said, "Follow me to add more firewood."
The old man said this and walked in front.
The three people he named included Qi Chanyang.
In front of so many people, including six player NPCs, Qi Chanyang could only look at Zhang Daoan, then look at the wax figure, and then at the deputy store manager, trying to make him understand what he meant.
He made the right choice.
Zhang Daoan shook his hand at him, looking unsurprised, obviously he had already noticed it.
Even if this old man is not a wax figure, there is probably wax in his body.
Qi Chanyang breathed a sigh of relief and caught up with the deputy store manager and his group who were walking in front.
As soon as they left, the six NPCs immediately started chatting as if no one was around.
Someone took out a few thin grid books from his pocket and placed them on the table.
"Keep going!"
The six of them lowered their heads and flipped open the grid paper.
This palm-sized grid of characters should be used by a lower grade student to practice calligraphy. After flipping through three or four pages, all I saw were ordinary characters.
"Zhou", "Oil", "Wood"...
The person who was writing was very serious, writing every stroke carefully. Every word was written straight and even, vertically and horizontally. Although there was no pause, so it did not look that good, it was obvious that the person who was writing had a very serious attitude.
The entire Honda grid was filled with words, and six NPCs had frowned on their faces.
"Is there any clue here? Whose grid is this?"
"Read the next one!"
There were seven or eight grid books. They did not find anything else valuable in the bedroom. There were too few things in the bedroom. They were just some ordinary daily necessities, very simple.
Only these few characters look unusual.
I flipped through another book and still found nothing.
Some people couldn't help but complain: "This person is so persistent in practicing calligraphy. He keeps practicing even though his calligraphy is so ugly."
The words on the two grids were very neat, but this kind of neatness was as if each stroke was marked with a ruler. There were no pen tips or pauses, just like a child who had never been to school and could only write one stroke at a time.
But when I got to the third page and turned to the middle, the handwriting suddenly changed.
The person practicing calligraphy seemed to have suddenly become enlightened. Although the words he wrote were still neat and tidy, there were pauses in the strokes.
By the time the person practicing calligraphy turns to the last grid, his handwriting has already become quite good.
"Whose words are these?" The six NPCs started discussing again as if no one was around.
When the six of them were flipping through the grid, they didn't avoid the players. They had all gone through so many system enhancements, and their eyesight was better than that of ordinary people. They could already read the grid without having to gather around.
Jie Fangcheng was bored.
The dishes in front of him included the legendary houttuynia cordata as the cold dish, which Jie Fangcheng was not used to. The pickled vegetables also had a smell of clam oil, which made Jie Fangcheng sit at the table in a daze for the first time.
Zhang Daoan took out another hamburger and handed it to him, but Jie Fangcheng declined.
"This instance is pretty quick, right? Let's eat at the restaurant after we get out."
Some people still want to have a good meal!
His luck can't be such that he always has bad food, right
With such a beautiful wish in mind, the office workers who have always been good at slacking off have become active in order to have meals after get off work.
Xie Fangcheng nudged Zhang Daoan with his elbow.
"Whose grid is this? The old man's?"
His guess was reasonable. The second floor was the staff dormitory, but it was their first day here as part-time employees, so it was obvious that the dormitory was not for part-time employees. And listening to the descriptions of the six NPCs just now, the bedrooms that were occupied were either the store manager's or the deputy store manager's.
The manager and his friends had never seen it, but there were many slogans posted in the wax museum, all reminding tourists not to touch the wax figures at will. The handwriting was very different from the handwriting on the grid.
This grid paper doesn't look very old. The handwriting in the latest one is quite new and doesn't look like it was written a long time ago.
Zhang Daoan smiled: "We both think the same thing."
This conclusion is not difficult to infer. Soon, the six NPCs also came to the conclusion that "Tian Zi Ge is the deputy store manager."
"He is still practicing calligraphy at such an old age? What is the purpose of practicing calligraphy?"
After someone raised a question, the six NPCs looked towards the second floor again.
"How about we go again?"
They only searched one bedroom just now. Now that the old man is not here, they might as well go to the room where the old man just came out and take a look.
As soon as the speaker finished speaking, the person next to him pulled him and pointed to the clock hanging on the wall.
"It's almost time."
Is it time
What time
Obviously, something happened at this point in the last save, which is still fresh in the memory of these NPCs.
After entering the dungeon, the expressions on the faces of several people who had been somewhat careless became a little serious, and they seemed to attach great importance to what was about to happen.
A player who had been listening to them couldn't help but ask: "What's going to happen?"
The six NPCs just glanced at him and no one paid any attention to him.
Players usually have a general attitude towards background NPCs in dungeons, and are only nicer to key NPCs who need to be pleased. But now they are being treated with the same attitude by the NPCs, and their faces immediately turn ugly.
"Depend on!"
He cursed and was about to say something else when the sound of bells and darkness came together.
Dong-dong-dong-
The pale light disappeared in an instant, as if there was a power outage.
The players suddenly felt nervous.
Their vision can indeed see clearly in the dark, but when it suddenly becomes dark in front of their eyes, it takes some time for their vision to fully recover because of dark adaptation.
At this moment, everyone was blind... or not that blind, because there was a bright green light shining around.
However, this light was like a ghost fire and could not completely illuminate the first floor. Instead, it made the illuminated area look even more terrifying.
Something is moving in the darkness, and the players reflexively grab their weapons.
At this moment, Jie Fangcheng's angry voice came from the darkness.
"What are you doing? Didn't you get enough of the beating you got this afternoon?"
With a dull "bang" sound, Green Light raised his foot and kicked a wax figure away, then took two steps forward.
But he seemed to have thought of something and stepped back.
"What's wrong?" asked Zhang Daoan.
Jie Fangcheng pointed to the location of the wax figure that he had kicked away.
"That boy tried to sneak attack me!"
Jie Fangcheng had no idea where this guy got so much courage. He had already dealt with him in the afternoon. Taking advantage of the darkness, this wax figure came up to him again, reaching out his hand stealthily, and no one knew what he wanted to do.
Jie Fangcheng held back a little when he kicked, fearing that this was some key NPC that could be killed with one kick.
He had no murderous intent, but upon hearing what he said, Zhang Daoan immediately felt a murderous intent surge from his body, causing Jie Fangcheng to try to stop him.
"Forget it, forget it, let's talk about it after we're done!"
The players around were in a trance.
In such a dangerous and exciting darkness, a green light is outrageous enough. Everyone is nervous when going into a dungeon, especially when encountering unexpected situations. Everyone wants to kowtow to the NPC and beg for mercy.
Why does this big brother look even scarier than these wax figures around him!
Although Xie Fangcheng's behavior was outrageous, it was indeed very morale-boosting.
Didn’t you see that the wax figures surrounding you in the darkness had stopped walking
Just when everyone didn't know what was going on, the deputy manager who went to the boiler room finally arrived.
"What happened? Who turned off the lights?"
His voice was anxious, and the light from the boiler room, which was not turned off, shone through behind him.
Under the gaze of so many pairs of eyes, the silent wax figures slowly turned around silently and looked straight in the direction of the boiler room.
Such a weird scene made everyone's hair stand on end. On Jie Fangcheng's side, no matter whether they were players or NPCs, they couldn't help but move closer to him, and the few people following the deputy store manager couldn't help but take two steps back.
The deputy store manager quickly turned on the flashlight he was carrying and then closed the door of the boiler room.
The light from the high-powered flashlight was like turning on a light again, illuminating the entire first floor.
The flames died down and the lights came back on. The wax figures on the first floor finally calmed down again and stood still.
The old man holding the flashlight moved to the wall and pressed the light switch twice, but the light still did not come on.
"The light bulb is broken." The deputy manager said, and hurried to the second floor via the stairs.
It happened in a flash. Just as the deputy manager turned around and went to the second floor, the wax figure that was kicked away by Jie Fangcheng and was hiding among the standing wax figures in the chaos suddenly stood up.
Although Jie Fangcheng retained some strength and did not kick him to death, the shell of the wax figure had been shattered into pieces, revealing the internal organs and muscles that emitted a faint rotten smell.
As it moved, the high school student who originally looked like a decent human shed his outer skin and turned into a brown-red monster. It growled in its throat and rushed towards the deputy manager at a rapid speed.
"What do I rely on?!"
There were several screams from the first floor; everything happened too fast.
If it were a normal NPC, he might have turned around at this moment and had a chance to face the monster, but the deputy store manager happened to be deaf.
He ignored it, lifted his leg and continued walking forward.
Just as the monster behind him was about to pounce on him, the monster's body seemed to be pulled by some red thread and its steps stopped.
It was during this beat that Qi Chanyang and others who had reacted near the boiler room finally caught up with the monster and worked together to pull it down from the stairs.
The deputy store manager only felt the shaking of the stairs at this time. He turned around and saw the monster and Qi Chanyang and others who helped him subdue the monster.
The old man looked startled for a moment, then his expression became complicated, but he did not stop. After going up to the second floor, he walked into the room... and then closed the door with his flashlight.
The darkness came again.
This old man!
A wax museum in the dark is obviously dangerous, and the old man knows it.
When he opened the door just now, there was light coming from inside, and it was obvious that the light in the room on the second floor was not broken.
Despite this, he took the flashlight in and closed the door.
Qi Chanyang and the other two saved him, so why did he just lock his saviors out
After the monster that Qi Chanyang and the player were pulling lost the figure of the deputy manager in front of their eyes, it immediately shifted its target and attacked Qi Chanyang and the other two.
Jie Fangcheng finally arrived. This time, he did not hold back with the giant sword in his hand. After one swing of the sword, the roaring monster died.
The wax figures in the darkness came alive again.
They were afraid of the sword in Jie Fangcheng's hand, but fascinated by the fresh flesh and blood. They crowded together and hesitated to move forward.
"What should we do? Should we go directly to the second floor, pull out the deputy manager and take his flashlight?" Qi Chanyang asked.
And six NPCs were also asking.
"What's going on? This time is different from the last time!"
Their vision is that of normal humans. The players can see clearly what happens in the dark, but they cannot.
But they had the experience of last time.
In the previous save, after the darkness struck, no one knew who took the first action - they thought it was the six "thugs" on their side who took action.
Like them, these six "NPCs" also formed their own group after entering the game. Although they would communicate with them when they were asking questions, the six of them were independent at other times.
Before eating, they were discussing whether to find an opportunity to smash the wax figure... These NPCs also said some very strange things, such as "universal copy", "clearance rate", "difficulty reduction" and so on. It is obvious that they want to find an opportunity to do it directly to see the situation.
In the last save, they did not have the chance to search for clues on the second floor because there was always a part-time "NPC" guarding the second floor.
The only fixed plot was that the deputy store manager took three part-time employees to the boiler room just now, but this time, the follow-up was completely different from the last time.
The bells rang, the lights went out, and in the darkness, the wax figures came to life.
After he took action, the wax figure on the other side had not yet attacked when the three part-time employees came to stop him.
After the crowd exchanged fire, the surrounding wax figures also rushed over and attacked everyone indiscriminately.
chaos.
It's really confusing.
In that moment in the darkness, some of the six players didn't know how they died and were forced to leave the game. Some of them could even vaguely catch a glimpse of what happened at that moment with the occasional firelight.
"NPCs with super powers! These NPCs all have super powers!" someone said excitedly after coming out.
This is normal. If they were all ordinary people, who could resist the attacks of these monsters when the wax figures exploded? Only these NPCs with special abilities could do so.
Until the last "player" leaves the game.
He was the last one to die. Before he died, the deputy manager turned on a flashlight and captured the scene.
"It's so disgusting. There are pieces of meat all over the floor. Most of them are the internal organs of the wax figures... Among the thugs, one of the six who entered the game with us died. It seems that he was killed by a part-time employee NPC from the other side."
—This is what happened in the previous save.
These "players" did not get any useful clues in the previous save, so they were not in a hurry to start over this time.
After all, if it doesn't work, just quit the game, reset it and play it again, it's no big deal.
But no one expected that this save file would be completely different from the last one.
"Hasn't the plot changed too much? How come the relationship between those part-time NPCs and our NPCs suddenly became better?" someone frowned in thought.
"Never mind that! Anyway, we got more clues in this save than in the last one! If there's any danger later, we can just look for clues first and open it again after we die!"
The six people lowered their voices at this time.
There are clauses in the game rules that prohibit the disclosure of "game save files" and the like to prevent NPCs from knowing that they are NPCs in the game. Otherwise, these highly intelligent AIs may experience operational errors, and the consequences will be borne by the players themselves.
In the minds of these six players, the “consequences” might be things like damage to gaming helmets.
No one is curious about how these intelligent NPCs would react if they really knew the truth about the copy.
At this time, the six people were discussing this and trying to figure out what was happening in the darkness.
Nothing was found.
Only the bright green light enveloped the surroundings.
Jie Fangcheng even picked up the sword.
The IQ of these wax figures is not very high. Although they know the danger, they still want to eat flesh and drink blood. They have gradually surrounded everyone. At a glance, there are nearly a hundred of them.
"Have they all been cut down?" asked Jie Fangcheng.
Zhang Daoan first glanced at the six "players" around him.
In this environment, even players like Qi Chanyang who knew Jie Fangcheng's strength had a nervous look on their faces, but these six "players" relied on the fact that they would not actually die, and there was only a hint of excitement in their expressions.
Many of them were whispering to each other and looking towards the second floor. At this moment they were still thinking about how to get clues.
"Death" is a terrible thing for players, but these players have experienced death last time and they didn't take it seriously at all. Obviously, this game is just a game to them, and perhaps they won't even feel the pain of death in the game.
This kind of game that has no punishment mechanism for them is very scary for real infinite players... because no one can predict what choices these player NPCs will make.
Zhang Daoan leaned close to Jie Fangcheng and said something with his head down.
Jie Fangcheng was startled and looked at him: "Are you serious?"
“If you don’t gamble, they will definitely restart the game if they are dissatisfied with anything.”
The dissatisfaction is not limited to big goals like "not completing the game" or "not surviving". Some players are keen to open every "treasure chest" and collect every "achievement"... They even treat the players as resources for their thugs. If someone thinks it would be a pity if these "resources" are not used up, and deliberately reopens the game after knowing the truth, achieving the achievement of "clearing the dungeon without the thug NPC present", how can these players save themselves
After entering the dungeon, Zhang Daoan observed the six "players". He was also thinking that no player had ever passed the level before... something was wrong.
A saveable game that allows you to exit and start over. No matter how subtle or ingenious the design is, there will always be a way to crack it in the end.
Moreover, these six players have little fighting power and are not strong enough to fight against the wax figures, so they will try their best to ensure the lives of the tourists' thugs.
In the early stage, there are too many people and nothing can be seen. But in the later stage, if there are only one or two thugs left, when there are too few thugs, these "players" will focus their attention on them. Once the tourist players are in any danger of life, they will definitely reopen the game to ensure that their side has sufficient force.
In the end, relying on countless save and resurrection, as long as this copy has been successfully run, there must be a tourist player who has passed it. It is impossible that no one has passed it.
Unless... After learning the truth, these six player NPCs are still not satisfied.
[Perfect clearance], for them, only when they achieve all the goals they want, they will feel that this is perfect.
Jie Fangcheng reminded him: "If I really save the file again, I may not be able to remember it as it was this time."
Zhang Daoan nodded: "But if they successfully get the truth, once someone feels that this copy is too easy to pass and it's not satisfying enough, and starts over again... we really don't know what they want to do."
Something like "satisfaction" is too personal, and the "perfection" in "perfect clearance" is vague and incomplete.
The danger of this dungeon does not lie in the wax museum itself, but in the fact that all the conditions for passing the level are based on the personal senses of six strangers. Putting all hopes of passing the level on the most unreliable human emotions, is this dungeon really at the level of a national dungeon that is said to be difficult and downgraded
Xie Fangcheng looked at him again, said nothing, and nodded.
"good."
After saying that, Jie Fangcheng, who was originally holding a sword and blocking the front of the wax figure, suddenly turned around and looked at the six player NPCs behind him.
The expressions on the faces of the six NPCs all showed a bit of excitement and curiosity, like audiences who came to the zoo to watch a show, wanting to see a bloody show that would make their hearts boil.
Wax figures are gross... but also exciting!
Of course, those who are willing to play this horror game are all looking for sensory stimulation. The previous puzzles don’t matter. Just this fight between NPCs with super powers is worth watching over and over again! Fight! Use their skills to fight! The last save was pretty good. Although you can’t see anything in the dark... But the fire and lightning emitted by the super powers are really interesting!
Just when the six people were preparing to watch the show with such a mood, the strongest one among these NPC thugs, who was highly expected by everyone, suddenly turned around and looked straight at one of them.
"Li Qiulang."
The NPC named Li Qiulan was stunned for a moment, then let out an "ah" with some discomfort.
This is his real-life name. The game ID he registered for himself is not called this. What's wrong with this game? Is it so smart that NPCs can directly know the player's real-life name
"how… "
He was about to ask, but before he could finish his words, the NPC thug in front of him rushed to his side, holding the giant sword high in his hand.
(End of this chapter)