Luo Jian took the clown and continued down the stairs. Even if Luo Jian stopped lighting the ghost fire lamp along the way, there would be no ghosts to disturb them. This time, Luo Jian realized a problem. Huodeng, but Luo Jian himself.
Because I'm a GM? Luo Jian frowned and thought about this question, but he quickly shook his head and denied his guess. GM is not a scary thing, not even more terrifying than a stalker. In addition, Luo Jian's GM status is very special, even The secret room can't involve and interfere with his behavior. Naturally, neither the secret room plotter nor the monsters in the secret room can see through his GM identity. Of course, there is no possibility of being afraid of him.
At this moment, the clown next to him said casually: "Yuan Tongxie is really amazing."
Luo Jian looked up at him, and asked, "What makes you feel amazing?"
"When you don't hide yourself, your whole body seems to be emitting the smell of blood." The clown sniffed his nose, and sniffed Luo Jian intentionally or unconsciously, "The smell that just came out of the battlefield is always there. Mixed with blood and strong killing intent."
"This makes me sometimes feel that you shouldn't be a child at all. How old are you?" The clown asked him curiously.
Luo Jian was silent for a while, and replied: "You can guess, but I won't tell you."
"Oh, how could it be like this!" The clown was so curious that he stretched out his hand to touch Luo Jian's head again. Luo Jian slapped the clown's paw away in dissatisfaction, and walked down pulling his sleeve again.
The stairs go down one level at a time, and each level of the stairs is almost the same structure. Occasionally, there are a few stairwells, and there will be something banging hard inside the black door, as if something inside smelled something alive. The smell of people, can't wait to break through the shackles of the threshold, and break the railing.
They went down 30 steps from the 20th floor down, and now they are on the 56th floor down. Luo Jian thought of what the ghosts had said before when he summoned souls, so he once again set up his summoning banner , let the red flag flutter with the faint wind, Luo Jian attracted more souls this time.
There are more souls materialized than before, counting and standing in several rows, but unlike before, there are a few powerful ghosts who are not afraid of Luo Jian, they are all materialized to the point that they are almost exactly the same as before. Soul, with a pale face and a gloomy expression, a few of them approached Luo Jian boldly and asked him: "What's the matter? My lord."
Luo Jian originally wanted to ask about the storyteller, but his words changed again. He asked the ghost: "Why did you call me an adult?"
The ghost hesitated for a while, and said: "In this ghostly place with endless stairs, we all respect the powerful soul masters like this."
"Soul Lord?" Luo Jian couldn't help frowning when she heard a new term here.
"Souls are divided into strengths and weaknesses, and I think you can see that." The ghost answered Luo Jian's question and said respectfully, "In this space of endless stairs, there are a total of one thousand and twelve ghosts. However, there are only a few powerful souls, so I don’t know when this rule came into being, and the powerful souls are called ‘soul masters’.”
"And we don't know why we appear in this strange place, no matter how we wander around, we can't get out. Occasionally, groups of people will come in. Some of them will become our companions, and some will go to places we don't know about. .”
When Luo Jian heard this, he felt strange in his heart. He asked the ghost: "Do you think I'm a ghost?"
The ghost paused for a moment, looked up at Luo Jian carefully, and stared at Luo Jian for a long time, as if he was sure and uncertain, and said: "You look... you should be a ghost, no doubt, Excuse me, but you are no different from us lonely ghosts, but you have a body, maybe it was... taken away from you?"
Luo Jian did not continue to listen to the ghost, he fell into his own contemplation, he remembered some problems that he could not ignore, just like what Eagle once said to him in that Shura field, he said, from Shura After going out of the field, Luo Jian will become a ghost with nowhere to return, and he will never be able to return to his own body, because he has no body.
"Almost forgot, Luo Jian is indeed a dead person."
Luo Jian took a deep breath to calm himself down, and he continued to the ghost: "I'm here to ask you one thing, did the person who came to this endless staircase open a door last time? Is it here?"
"The last one who came here..." The ghost heard Luo Jian's words and thought for a while, then he turned around and looked at the many ghosts behind him. A very ordinary and fragile, translucent little soul, that should undoubtedly be the soul of the plotter, he looks very weak and weak, and looks like he will disappear at any time.
Luo Jian walked over, and he changed the soul-calling flag in his hand into a ghost lamp again. Although the ghost lamp can absorb the yin energy of the surrounding ghosts, it can actually strengthen a ghost's courage, so Luo Jian can also Let some weak ghosts be strengthened to a certain extent, at least they don't have to disappear at any time.
"What's your name?" Luo Jian asked the plotter's ghost.
The translucent body of the plot man looks vague. He seems to be a young man born in the 1970s and 1980s, wearing an outdated shirt with a dazed expression.
Luo Jian knew that some weak ghosts would be so weak that they would forget many, many things. As they became weaker, they would gradually forget their past completely, forgetting their origin, age, name, and even gender.
The soul in front of Luo Jian seems to be like this, with a dazed face, he is not afraid of Luo Jian like other ghosts, he may even forget what he is afraid of.
"That ghost is extraordinarily weak." At this time, the powerful ghost next to Luo Jian who had spoken to Luo Jian interjected: "It shouldn't be like this, there are many souls here, and the yin energy is very heavy, but for the souls it is A kind of nourishment, there will be no examples of getting weaker and weaker."
"According to this, he should have forgotten a lot of things." Luo Jian couldn't help sighing as she looked at the pitiful soul of the dramatist. With his appearance, it was impossible for him to take Luo Jian to find the quilt. The door he opened.
Even so, Luo Jian couldn't help but have a glimmer of hope, and he asked the plotter, "Do you still remember how you died?"
The plot person finally had some reaction, raised his head Yoyo, and answered Luo Jian, "I have been walking in the dark, and the unintentional beast killed me. I want to find my heart."
Heartless beast.
Luo Jian thought about this sentence, and it seemed that this was the key. But this secret room seems surprisingly simple.
Luo Jian thought, and looked back at the clown who was in a daze. Because he couldn't see, the clown also looked very dazed, and he was holding on to Luo Jian's hand... I don't know when he took his hand away. The guy also poked Luo Jian's little hand in the palm of his hand in an extremely wretched way, and made a wretched smile from time to time.
Can't bear it! Luo Jian drew back his hand angrily, the weapon instantly transformed into a stick, and then hit the clown hard on the head. The clown's forehead suddenly swelled, and he whimpered and covered his head with his hands.
Then Luo Jian said to the storyteller: "Can you lead us to find that heartless beast?"
The plotter raised his pale face, blurred in the dark stairwell, and said, "I can't look for it, but I know it's there... Two floors down, I opened the black door .It was always there in the door and never left."
After talking about these plots, the people stopped talking. No matter how Luo Jian asked him, he always looked in a trance, so Luo Jian did not do any useless work. After two flights of stairs, as expected, I saw a black door that had been opened.
The black door was half open, and it was pitch black inside. Even Luo Jian's night vision effect was disabled. He couldn't see the deep darkness inside clearly, as if there was nothing behind the black door. Same.
Luo Jian was not afraid, he boldly pushed open the black door, and pulled the clown in, walked into the dark place, the darkness engulfed the shadows of the two people, completely showing the depth and silence to Luo Jian in front of.
"This kind of darkness, I haven't experienced it for a long time." Luo Jian said to himself, this scene was very familiar to him, he had met such an enemy in the Shura field, an enemy who used darkness as a weapon, Luo Jian was in this place before The enemy has been defeated several times, and because of this, he has obtained the ability of night vision. Luo Jian can't really see things in the dark, he just relies on hearing, smell, and the light emitted by various creatures and objects. A pheromone unknown to ordinary people to identify items in the dark.
But after Luo Jian was able to defeat him in the later period, this enemy found new tricks many times to challenge Luo Jian's strength. Luo Jian remembered that this enemy showed him such darkness, real darkness, body and soul seemed to be Falling into endless darkness, Luo Jian couldn't even feel the passage of time at that time, he couldn't see anything, couldn't feel anything, and just kept wandering in the darkness.
Sometimes he would guess, he would think of Xing Yan, he remembered that Xing Yan once said, 'He is a soul born from infinite darkness and chaos'. So Luo Jian would think, was Xing Yan also born in this kind of darkness that almost drove people crazy? Why was he born? Why does it appear? Is it because of the deliberate intention of the secret room, or is it a coincidence caused by a combination of circumstances.
And here, in this deep and endless staircase, Luo Jian experienced this feeling again. When he came in, he couldn't even feel the existence of the clown. When he looked back, the door behind him also disappeared. It was all pitch black. Then Luo Jian changed the weapon in his hand and turned it into a dark fire lamp, and then he found that even the light of the dark fire lamp could not reveal the darkness.
"That's a bit interesting." Luo Jian shook the underworld lamp in his hand, but he couldn't see any light.
In fact, the darkness that player showed Luo Jian was a kind of illusion. Naturally, he couldn't really move Luo Jian into a completely dark fear. He used this illusion to force other people's psychological collapse. Those who fought against each other all died of crazy suicides, and even the 'resurrection' in the Shura field could not completely eliminate the sequelae caused by the darkness.
"So, is this a kind of illusion, or is it a real scene?" Luo Jian said to himself, "The real darkness can only be revealed by death, and all other 'darkness' is nothing but the deployment of the environment and the psychological It’s just a wrong judgment, this place is actually bright, but I was under the illusion the moment I entered the door, it made my brain think that I couldn’t see anything, hear anything, feel nothing, Closing my senses in this way prevents me from properly understanding and reading my surroundings...and humans, after all, perceive the world through various senses."
Luo Jian shook her head, "But it can't affect me."
When he finished speaking, the world lit up.
The darkness receded immediately, and the surrounding scenes were clearly displayed. Behind this terrible black door was actually a small narrow room, dirty, empty, without windows, and without anything. The corpses hanging on the wall have rotted to the point where only bones remain.
Behind Luo Jian stood the clown, he stood motionless, Luo Jian held up the dark fire lamp in his hand and shook it in front of him, the clown didn't respond at all, probably he hadn't escaped from the dark illusion, but Luo Jian Don't worry, let him stay for now.
Luo Jian went to check the skeleton, it was probably the body of the plotter, because it had turned into bones, so Luo Jian went to touch his clothes, and found a letter from his pocket, which was crumpled into a paper ball.
Luo Jian opened the ball of paper, and there were short words written on the letter:
[I thought you shouldn't be so fragile, but I was still disappointed, so this is a final letter, please don't contact me again, and I don't want to see you again. ] There is no signature, just such a line of words, it feels like some sentences that couples will say when they break up. I can't bear it.
"Unintentional beast." Luo Jian stared at the handwriting on the letter and said to himself.