Nanjixing only thought that if Nanzhou let him run, he could handle it.
But Nanji Xing never thought that, in fact, he knew that he might not live long.
He had seen Nan Zhou survive countless supposedly deadly attacks.
Whenever Nanji Xing found him, Nan Zhou would hide in the corner and lick the wound silently.
But Nanji Xing forgot that they had already left "Eternal Day".
The price of freedom is to be far away from the power that can let him escape from death.
…
Jiang Fang stood on the west bank of the suspension bridge engulfed in flames, looked at the church, and waited for a long time.
He also clearly heard the sound of gunshots coming from the Holy Land, and a circle of echoes oscillated between the valley and his heart.
But it only made the corner of his mouth twitch slightly.
He doesn't bother to judge what happened there, and he never asks for trouble.
In this waiting time, it was enough for Jiang Fang to analyze the conspiracy of this dungeon.
That's right, Jiang Fang found out that this is not a fair copy.
A normal copy will not deliberately conceal important information, there will be no such coincidental division of personnel, NPCs will not have such a degree of freedom, and there should not be 99% of the dead.
… this is more like a cleanup plan.
Splitting the 12 of them differently is the first step in the purge plan.
Jiang Fang's incurable fear of heights.
Although Nan Zhou is willing to take risks, he will not bet on everyone's safety.
The different ways of doing things that the team members have developed in countless life and death trials.
The forces behind them precisely cut them apart according to their personalities, placing those who are willing to take risks on the east bank where there are few clues, and those who are cautious on the west bank where they are busy and have no time to spare.
And the nature of this "copy" is adventure puzzle solving.
What first appeared in front of them was just a seemingly ordinary love story.
From the beginning, the copy is encouraging them to explore.
The clues in their hands are really scarce. Only through continuous exploration, they can summarize the corresponding laws and find that there is indeed a system of gods and demons in this world view, and then they can draw conclusions:
The reason why the copy does not allow them to cross the bridge is because the two sides have respectively violated the rules of time and space.
The act of "crossing the bridge" will break down barriers and create a turbulent flow of time and space on both sides of the Strait.
Time on both sides of the strait has completely stopped and will no longer move forward.
Any person's contact will lead to the wandering of the soul in an indeterminate and indefinite amount.
If the information is equal and the clues can be checked, this is also an interesting copy.
What's disgusting is that the plot direction and character setting in this "dungeon" can be said to be in every way, leading them to an inevitable result.
Nanzhou and the others, who were on the east bank, started to choose "adventure" and opened the dark attic that was sealed off, and they would definitely turn on the lights.
Then, because of the unknown agreement between the duke and the priest, they will reach the necessary conditions for the formation of the curse of "the duke performs surgery".
Of course, they can also do nothing, refuse to explore, and concentrate on being their clergy.
But then, the ambitious Keith would still try to take their bodies.
When some of them start to sacrifice, they will still explore the church.
… an infinite loop.
As for the team members in the Duke's Castle on the West Bank, if, like this time, they give up all their exploration and ambition and concentrate on their duties, when the Duke receives the signal of "the attic lights up" on the other side, prepare to After carrying out their own surgical plan, they are bound to fall into the trap.
And if they start to be wary and carry out investigations in the castle secretly, the duke will also notice it for the first time.
After all, the Duke hired them to be guinea pigs.
The reason for arranging heavy labor for them is to deliberately squeeze their activity time.
If the guinea pigs are unsteady and eager to act, and do anything that affects the duke's plan, they will definitely be imprisoned.
Other than that, once they are under control, the daily work of delivering letters will definitely have to be done by someone else.
So, no matter if they were in the East Coast Church originally planning to stay put or deal with Keith, they would still take action after discovering that their teammates were in danger.
… In the end, I still have to turn on the lights, and I still have to move forward to that dead end.
The East Bank and the West Bank influence each other, support each other, and ultimately reach the same goal.
Combing from the beginning to the end, Jiang Fang can be sure that they have fallen into a downright trap.
The power behind them forced players like them into various dungeons.
Jiang Fang witnessed with his own eyes that the systems on them became more and more complete, and the rules became more and more perfect.
After noticing this point, Jiang Fang guessed that the testers who were forced to recruit will always have a day to end their work.
At that time, they may be freed or destroyed at will.
It seems that the result arranged for them by the people behind is the latter.
These dedicated testers, whether dead or alive, will be trapped in the sixth day of each copy forever.
As for the seventh day of the end of the dungeon, it will never come.
What a cruel ending.
The flames became more and more blazing, and the waves of heat engulfed Jiang Fang, making Jiang Fang seem to be in the bright sun.
He was dressed in the black robes of the clergy, like a sunspot.
He calmly waited for Nan Zhou's arrival.
But all he was waiting for was the teammate who came and went.
His voice was urgent, and he never mentioned the other people he was looking for earlier: "—When will we wait?"
Jiang Fang said, "Wait until he returns."
There was an unusual tension in the teammate's voice: "Brother Jiang, who is coming back, do you know?!"
Even with his back to him, Jiang Fang could hear the weird nervousness in his voice.
He responded flatly: "I can see it."
This is not a lie.
He felt that the person who came back was no longer his teammate.
…or, not quite.
He still retains his own sanity and memory, but some impure things have melted into his body, crammed together with him in this small fleshy body.
Because of this realization, he fell into an extreme panic. Desperately trying to escape this cursed place.
But he didn't dare to escape by himself, so he had to come back to find someone to accompany him.
Jiang Fang turned his back to him and clenched the axe.
He... is not him anymore.
Sure enough, after he couldn't persuade Jiang Fang to leave with him anyway, his teammates went crazy.
"Didn't you say you were going to take us home? Didn't you say you would keep us alive? You—"
He had to go crazy.
The madman dormant in the forest has the consciousness of seven or eight people fused in his body.
Through skin-to-skin contact, three or four different sounds were introduced into his mind.
Those people screamed hoarsely in unison, like a group of old eunuchs who lost their nests, wailing desperately in this brand-new body.
clamoring to go home, asking him what was going on, crying and praying to the gods...
The crowd was loud, driving people crazy.
He had a splitting headache, and after struggling with his life, he ran back to Jiang Fang, complaining and pleading sharply, wanting to let Jiang Fang and him leave.
He is only a short distance away from a complete collapse.
In the end, it was the axe that Jiang Fang swung with incomparable precision that stopped the many thoughts that were boiling in his mind.
The throat was cut off in unison, showing how ruthless and direct he was.
Jiang Fang supported his unfallen head, and with blood all over his face, he properly placed his teammates on the ground.
The death that his teammates feared the most had arrived, but in his heart was the clarity of Pian Ninghe.
—Because the clamor in his head had all ceased.
He wanted to thank Jiang Fangdao.
But he couldn't pronounce even the simplest syllable.
…
Killing your own teammates is not a pleasant thing by any means.
And the last words he left behind also inspired Jiang Fang's thinking.
"… go home."
Jiang Fang spoke softly to the air.
Speak to someone who may never hear again.
Indeed, he still has a chance to go home.
The way down is on the west coast.
He can choose to escape from here and go to the town down the mountain.
The curse may only stay on the east and west sides of the top of this mountain.
God will not choose to give up the whole world because of the disobedience of two people.
… probably.
At least not without hope.
The suspension bridge was burned with a slight cracking sound, and the bridge deck with flames turned into meteors, pouring into the deep valley like the sea.
This huge fire is coming to an end.
The rope was so burned that it was about to break, and Nanzhou hadn't come yet.
What was holding him back
Was that the sound of gunshots just now
Jiang Fang lowered his eyes, calmly thinking about his own retreat.
If Nanzhou is gone, and if you leave the cursed range, perhaps the stagnant time will start to turn, and the seventh day will come.
He is still alive.
He can still go home.
Jiang Fang too knew how to live as a person.
Thinking of this, Jiang Fang looked at the beating firelight in his palm.
The fire illuminated the back of his fingers, shot through his flesh and blood, and fainted through the layers.
"I mean, keep your head clear and don't talk about a relationship that doesn't end in the beginning."
"I'm not Adam, a person like me will not give my ribs to others."
"So... the two of us, just be friends, okay?"
"Moving... is not something that can happen between us."
"Yeah, if you're human..."
Look, Jiang Fang knows everything.
Having feelings with virtual characters is a stupid thing.
Turning around and leaving, he can return to the absurd, free and long years, spending a lot of money and doing whatever he wants.
However, that stubborn old-fashioned self-righteousness was no match for the apex of the heart.
Jiang Fang let go of the blood-stained axe in his palm and said to himself, "I won't go home anymore."
The moment he stepped on the suspension bridge, the suspension bridge made an overwhelmed creaking sound.
It couldn't stand the burning for a long time, and the ropes began to disintegrate from the west bank, which ignited first, and the whole suspension bridge fell horizontally into the abyss.
With Jiang Fang's reflex nerves, he was enough to jump back to the West Bank before losing weight.
However, using his reflex nerves, he used the handcuffs that were originally intended to trap Nanzhou, and slipped into the crimson-burning iron chain link, locking his body and the suspension bridge.
In the next instant, he followed the loose suspension bridge and slammed into the opposite cliff.
Despite the cushioning of his legs, the blood of the line slowly dripped from the corner of his mouth.
He had two broken ribs, or three, he couldn't figure it out.
After he coughed up blood, he resisted the severe pain that came from his chest, and climbed the loose and hot wooden boards and the scorched ropes, and climbed up the road.
The horizontal suspension bridge has become a flaming ladder, and the road extends from hell and burns up.
There was no turning back for him.
Beneath his feet is the abyss that devoured his father.
Jiang Fang didn't lower his head, just stared at the snow-white sky above, surrounded by scarlet fire that burned his eyes.
I must be crazy, he thought.
He thought about his father who fell off the cliff, his mother who was crazy for love, and whether his current madness was because of precepts and deeds, or because of blood.
In the end, at the end of the endless picture is Nan Zhou's face sticking out of the window.
And he squatted under the window and planted the apple tree for Nan Zhou.
From then on, he had a vision, got sick, and he was able to wake up after his illness.
Now, he's going to find him.
Jiang Fang's hand scorched by the fire reached out from the abyss and grasped the piece of soil on the edge of the cliff.
He stood on the land of the east coast again.
Jiang Fang ran towards the church, holding on to his injuries.
He stepped on shattered stained glass.
The glass cracked under his feet with a creaking sound.
Then, he saw the blood-stained Nanzhou lying among the fragments of the Broken Madonna.
…
But in Jiang Fang's own description, this matter is very bland and simple.
He hugged Nan Zhou's waist and said gently, "... Later, the bridge collapsed. I came back to save you, but I couldn't."
The author has something to say: "When the two of us are close to each other, as long as I lose myself, I can find you."