It was their last crisis of the night.
As Song Chunyang expected, half an hour later, the hexagram array began to rotate counterclockwise.
With the prompt of difficulty, Guan Qiaoqiao's system also gives key information.
… a book of ancient hexagrams.
This book can be taken out and read freely, because Song Chunyang quickly found the evil hexagram in it that matched his speculation.
Soon, Song Chunyang clearly saw a monkey-skin man appearing at the back door of the originally clean store, rolling around on the ground, as if he wanted to pour the meat with boiling water and stick it to his body and couldn't get it off. The monkey skin rubbed off.
Song Chunyang reviewed the general shape of the evil formation in his mind, and took Guan Qiaoqiao and tiptoed away from the front door.
As soon as the formation turned, the bottle girl on the street at the door also moved the activity area.
Song Chunyang carefully avoided the area where the formation was turned, but from time to time he heard screams coming from far and near.
It takes a lot of energy to take care of the people around you and yourself, and Song Chunyang really has no time to take care of him.
This hour was probably the longest hour of his life.
When he heard the mechanical notification sound announcing the end, Song Chunyang, who was soaked in sweat, shook his head and returned to the brightly lit milk tea shop.
He also had the milk tea poured by Qiaoqiao on him, and the lemon citron tea prepared for Yuan Benshan by his hand.
Everything was exactly the same as the scene before he went in, the clock on the wall still pointed to half past seven, just when the fog had just risen.
In half an hour, the movie he and Yuan Benshan were going to see started.
The nightmare just now seemed to be just a fantasy. However, the body of the man who was caught up by the bottle girl in the mission world just now disappeared from Song Chunyang's face like a carbon pencil drawing that had been erased by an eraser.
Disappearing like this, there is also the little girl who just made milk tea for Song Chunyang.
… She is also one of the missionaries.
Eleven people, only five survived.
After all, without Song Chunyang's yin and yang eyes, if you want to explore the laws of the world's operation, you must be chased by ghosts, and calculating the straight-line distance of the ghost's activity is equivalent to repeatedly jumping on the edge of death.
Even if they have the courage, there are not many people who can see that the movement trajectory of the ghost is arranged in a hexagram.
Therefore, except for Guan Qiaoqiao and Song Chunyang, these people can only live by luck.
The three who survived happened to be allies, and for the death of others, they just sat quietly for a while, showing sad expressions of rabbits and foxes, and then got up and left a few minutes later.
Guan Qiaoqiao, who followed Song Chunyang successfully through the border, was still in shock and said to Song Chunyang, "You are so courageous."
Song Chunyang stared straight ahead blankly without speaking.
At this moment, the bell at the door rang, and Yuan Benshan walked in from outside, laughing before saying a word, but when he saw Song Chunyang who was half-wet, he couldn't help but startled: "What's the matter?"
Song Chunyang saw Yuan Benshan at a glance, and threw himself into his arms like a kitten, and burst into tears.
Guan Qiaoqiao: "..." Is this the same person just now
In a different world, Song Chunyang was supported by his desire to see Yuan Benshan, and when he saw the person he was thinking about, his legs became weak.
There was no other way, Yuan Benshan could only announce the cancellation of the movie plan, recite Song Chunyang out of the milk tea shop, and said to take him back to change his clothes.
Song Chunyang tremblingly aggrieved and said, Yuan Er, I almost won't see you anymore.
Yuan Benshan smiled: "Isn't it just buying a milk tea, how can it be so hot?"
Song Chunyang originally told Yuan Benshan what he had encountered.
Yuan Benshan brought Song Chunyang into his dormitory, and briefly summed up Song Chunyang's cry just now in two words: "Don't make trouble."
Song Chunyang was in a hurry, suddenly remembered something, and hurriedly ripped off his clothes.
He said, "Lao Yuan, help me see if there is something on my back?!"
Yuan Benshan's eyes froze, and he stroked Song Chunyang's slender back.
On Song Chunyang's spine, from top to bottom, there are nine deep black engravings with different shapes, and the top one has faded, and it looks like a small gossip picture.
Yuan Benshan touched the gossip map that was about to disappear, and found that the traces faded a little with his strokes, but the engraving on the bottom did not change color at all, but a black mist entangled and climbed up to him fingertip.
Yuan Benshan's face changed greatly, and he quickly retracted his hand: "What is this?!"
Song Chunyang grimaced: "I already told you..."
Yuan Benshan's expression turned solemn.
He hugged the frightened Song Chunyang into the quilt, kissed his watery blue eyes, and said, "Don't be afraid."
After comforting him, Yuan Benshan planned to get up and leave. Song Chunyang wept and grabbed his hand and begged softly, "Old Yuan, don't leave, I'm afraid."
Yuan Benshan touched his eyebrows: "Now let you take a bath, you should be more afraid. I will twist a towel for you and wipe your body. You smell milky all over."
Song Chunyang buried his face in the quilt, revealing only a pair of jewel-like eyes, very much like a domestic kitten: "Then hurry up."
Yuan Benshan smiled, turned to leave, walked into the bathroom, and took his mobile phone away without a sound.
As soon as Yuan Benshan left, Song Chunyang wrapped his little quilt tightly, wanting to chew and analyze the information Guan Qiaoqiao told him.
Suddenly, a cold mechanical male voice came from his mind: "... umm."
Song Chunyang suddenly turned over and sat up, his head hit the bed board, and grinned in pain: "Who are you?"
Mechanical Voice: "...I am your system."
Song Chunyang slapped his forehead: "Damn, I forgot about this."
Mechanical voice: "… "
Song Chunyang asked, "When did you come?"
Mechanical Voice: "When you cry like a dog."
Song Chunyang: "..." Are your systems so unfriendly
Mechanical Voice: "I'm not your boyfriend, so don't yell at me."
Song Chunyang: "??" Can you hear what I'm thinking
Mechanical voice: "Huh."
Song Chunyang crossed his legs: "Then... Xiao Tongzi, how can you help me?"
Mechanical Voice: "..." He felt in a trance that he was a eunuch.
Although he had a premonition that he was assigned to an unreliable host, Mechanic explained his function patiently and introduced the operating mechanism of the system.
It said pretty much what Guan Qiaoqiao said.
The main system will open Xenodimensional Space at a certain time and place, just like what happened at the milk tea shop at 7:30 tonight.
Participants who are assigned this task must arrive at the specified milk tea shop before 7:30 and wait for the task to start.
Don't make an appointment, cool.
late, cool.
Can't live for the specified time in a different dimension, cool.
Each tasker's back will be automatically engraved with the engraving on Song Chunyang's back, showing the identity of the tasker. Each time a task is completed, one engraving will be removed in the order from top to bottom.
Song Chunyang raised his hand and asked, "I have a problem."
Mechanical voice: "Ask."
Song Chunyang: "When will the time, location and content of the task be released?"
Mechanical Voice: "There is still a month until the next mission."
Song Chunyang: "...Isn't this just waiting to die irregularly?"
Mechanic thought for a while, then said ruthlessly, "Yes."
Song Chunyang was so frightened that he wrapped his little quilt tightly again.
He found that he didn't remember much about the face of the person who died in the mission now.
It stands to reason that he shouldn't forget so quickly, especially the man who murdered him, he even gave him a special look.
Facts have proved that dying in a different dimension will indeed be "erased" in reality.
He shivered: "What is the 'key tip'..."
The business of the mechanical sound is obviously very skilled: "After you enter the alien space, the difficulty of survival will increase as time goes by. I will receive the prompt information given by the main system in time and give you some corresponding tips."
Song Chunyang hopeful: "Apart from this, what else can you do?"
The mechanical sound thought for a while: "Do you need me to magnify the curse for you?"
Song Chunyang: "..."
Therefore, this system is useless except for publishing the content of the task, giving keywords, and reminding the tasker how long it is to finish the task.
Mechanical Voice: "Well. I'm useless."
Song Chunyang turned into a puppy's leg in a second: "Xiao Tongzi, I didn't mean that. Your lord has a lot of them, so what?"
The mechanical voice got a little irritated by Momo: "...My name is Xilou, number 3397."
Song Chunyang was surprised: "Are you human?"
Xi Lou: "..." If I were really artificial intelligence, I wouldn't have to worry about it now.
Song Chunyang patted his head and was amazed at the fact that someone was hiding inside: "Are you also working for the main system?"
"After I died, my soul was captured and taken in by the main system." Xi Lou said, "I signed a contract with the main system. If a host I follow can complete ten tasks alive, the main system will use energy to restore me shape the original body and identity.”
Song Chunyang: "Then the longest host you've brought..."
Xi Lou: "Seven worlds."
Song Chunyang suddenly felt a sense of responsibility and patted his chest: "Lou Lou, I promise, I will get you a body back!"
Xi Lou was noncommittal.
He thought Song Chunyang was a fool.
Obviously overwhelmed, and still have the mind to guarantee that some are not.
Song Chunyang is indeed a fool.
He made a sincere promise, because he already had a rush in his life, and he didn't mind pulling Xi Lou again.
Yuan Benshan is his head.
He has not lived with Yuan Benshan for a lifetime, he must live, he also has this confidence.
Who would have thought, after a few days, everything has changed.
Song Chunyang asked the school for sick leave these days and stayed at Yuan Benshan's house, but Yuan Benshan was always outside, not coming back often, and he didn't know what he was doing.
It wasn't until three days later that he rushed back to the dormitory, with a smile on his face that Song Chunyang couldn't understand: "Chunyang, I found it! I finally found it!"
Song Chunyang was chatting with Xi Lou to learn more about the rules of the system, and was stunned to hear that.
Before Song Chunyang could speak, he took off his shirt and turned his back to Song Chunyang.
Song Chunyang was shocked to find that Yuan Benshan had nine black engravings on his back that were exactly the same as his own!
… the shape of a book still looms at the top.
Yuan Benshan embraced the sluggish Song Chunyang: "Chunyang, I went online, found friends, and asked around, and finally found information about your situation from a forum. I privately chatted with several people who claimed to have participated in the mission, Some are here to join in the fun, but some are real. I paid a lot of money to get a quest information, and checked it according to the time and place shown above. Sure enough, you didn't lie, I also have this-"
He took Song Chunyang's hand, guided him to his back, and let him touch: "... I asked my system, and it said that two people who are familiar with the mission can sign an alliance agreement and share the same mission according to the regulations. ... I can accompany you in the future. Chun Yang, don't be afraid... "
Song Chunyang woke up like a dream.
He almost went mad, and punched Yuan Benshan on the shoulder, like a kitten that was mad at its owner: "Who told you to go?! Who asked you to come with me - do you know how dangerous it is?! I No matter, I don't want it!!"
With red eyes, he rushed towards Yuan Benshan's back, desperately wiping the remaining nine engravings with his sleeves, tears streaming down: "Can't be wiped...why can't be wiped off?"
The fried kitten Song Chunyang was pulled into his arms by Yuan Benshan, and he couldn't help but press his tender kiss, which made him a little breathless.
When the blown-up hair was comforted and the little guy was curled up in his arms and weeping angrily, Yuan Benshan hugged him tightly and stared at his beautiful eyes with tenderness: "Don't be angry. I will protect it. I myself will protect you."
Song Chunyang cried softly and said softly, "I don't."
"Don't make trouble." Yuan Benshan kissed his amber eyes again, "Trust me."
Gradually, Song Chunyang's boiling blood subsided.
He leaned into Yuan Benshan's arms, raised his hand and touched his eyes, thinking, I want to protect you.