The mouth closed for a moment.
Half of his head dangling from his trousers, swaying with the snow wind, like a broken lantern that was about to go out.
When it spoke again, it was a slightly sharp female voice: "I accidentally lost my eye."
The head was silent for a while: "...Where did it go?"
Female voice: "I know."
Human head: "Eyes are important."
Female voice: "Give me an eye and I can look for it again."
The same mouth, strangely different voice lines, but uniform numbness and coldness.
The head rolled off the belts of his legs, and the half-faced man standing beside him raised his stiff blue arms and digged into his eyes without hesitation.
grunt.
A water-deficient eyeball squeezed out of its socket and landed on the palm of his hand.
He raised his hand and tore it again, a crescent-like ear detached from the side of his face like plasticine.
Eventually, the legs lead to an ear, an arm, and an eye.
The multifunctional belt came in handy and was hung to the brim.
One ear and one pair of eyes are missing, and one of the man's faces is bald.
He said blankly, "Get it back."
After giving the order, the man's torso collapsed all the way from the center with a clatter.
In an instant, a mutilated human body became an organ full of ants.
Heart got into the tent.
The purple intestines got into the snow like a snake.
After the head rolled onto a rock, it disappeared.
With one hand and five fingers on the ground, walking upside down with fingertips, patrolling back and forth in the wind and snow.
The ears were hung on the tent zipper by hand, swaying in the wind, looking like an insignificant tent from a distance.
And those legs, with a trouser belt hanging on them, disappeared into the snow.
The visual impact was too much to eat, and even Jiang Fang couldn't help turning around, lying on his back on the snow, grabbed a handful of snow and put it in his mouth, and suppressed his nauseating desire with the melted ice-cold snow water.
Nan Zhou, who was lying on top of him, said nothing.
While staring in the direction of the camp, he freed one hand and slowly rubbed his chest.
After calming down the nausea that was rolling in his heart, Jiang Fang maintained a folded posture, and gently wrote on Nan Zhou's waist: "What should I do?"
Obviously, he has found the place he is looking for, and obviously there is only one opponent as a whole, but it has formed a strange two-to-many situation.
Indestructible, dismantling, and every piece of organ has such cockroach characteristics.
Every organ, when scattered, can kill.
Nan Zhou did not respond to him.
Jiang Fang asked him again with his fingertips: "What are you thinking about?"
Nan Zhou moved his waist and wrote concisely on his chest: "The way."
Jiang Fang smiled and touched his hair, thinking of a solution just like him.
Even if the system does not fix the bug that the dungeon creatures can be stored in the storage slot, it will be difficult to put these pieces in one by one.
It takes up space and is unrealistic.
These living creatures are different from those in the door that cannot move, abide by the rules, and are determined not to kill unless it is their turn to kill.
They each have their own consciousness and intelligence.
They were originally dead objects, so there was no pain and it was difficult to subdue them.
Monsters in conventional cognition have core areas that can be killed in one hit, but they don't seem to have them.
Jiang Fang used the ice hoe nail to pass through the back of the half-length girl.
He Yinchuan smashed the half-length woman's head with a stone.
The result is that it has no effect on it.
When a normal person encounters such an incomprehensible dungeon, I am afraid they would have retreated long ago.
Can not be provoked, always hide.
But at this moment, what Nan Zhou and Jiang Fang thought at the same time were:
If it's really so inexplicable, it's rather simple.
So far, the two dungeons they have passed have a way of survival that they can successfully pass the level as long as they find an idea.
The second dungeon, by entering the classroom and changing the order of hearing the rustling sound, was first thought of by Qi Tianyun, a dog-head military division who was not particularly outstanding in the barbecue stall trio.
The current dungeon, although there is a high-intensity test of physical fitness, but in this seemingly inexplicable and difficult to break through camp, Nan Zhou thinks, maybe they can use their brains.
Nan Zhou silently stuck his head out of the bushes.
The campground is still a hell scene of walking around on all fours and launching parties.
Nan Zhou turned a blind eye to this.
He noticed that although the clothes covering the stump were tattered, it could be seen that it was the same style as the mountaineering team down the mountain.
But this man was a little different from the man below.
His limbs were disintegrated very thoroughly.
why
Is it more convenient to guard against foreign enemies just for the purpose of dispersing operations like this
So, why are all the limbs intact except for the bear man who looks slightly disabled, the gecko man and the hammer man
By the way, and the half-length woman.
She was only separated from the upper and lower body, compared to the person who was almost torn apart, she was simply Venus.
Why is only this person different
Nan Zhou lay back on his back, quietly thinking about the face that was full of cracks when it was put together.
That face was blown red to black by the cold wind, it looked a bit vicissitudes, and the face was full of cracks, like a pine egg.
But his age is obviously different from the other three and a half climbers who have also suffered from the mountain wind for an unknown number of years.
He was young, like a college student in his early twenties.
This is not in line with Nanzhou's previous assumptions.
Before, he thought that the mountain and the mountainside were the same team.
One person guards the places they value, and the other group keeps other climbers from coming up and discovering some kind of secret about the Luna.
The division of labor is clear and reasonable.
But now it seems that this ice crushed ice is quite different from other NPCs.
He was so chopped up.
And it doesn't look the same age group as other climbers.
Do NPCs also engage in internal exclusion
… No, it’s not right either.
The lower body of the half-length woman was mixed with crushed ice.
They are still like the same team.
Nan Zhou pondered for a while, and felt that his thinking was a bit unreasonable, so he turned to look at Jiang Fang.
Jiang Fang was looking at him with a smile.
Nan Zhou wrote in his palm, "Are you thinking?"
Jiang Fang wrote back: "Where did you think of it?"
Nan Zhou briefly summed up his thoughts: "There are two groups of people up and down. It's like a road, but it doesn't look like a road."
Jiang Fang: "Do you need me to provide some new arguments?"
Nan Zhou nodded naturally.
Jiang Fang wrote stroke by stroke, "Did you feel that the road we have come here is very peaceful and easy to walk."
Nan Zhou nodded again.
He felt it.
Even in a weak state, the four-hour trek did not consume as much physical strength as when rushing with the team just now.
Jiang Fang stopped writing and just looked into his eyes seriously.
Nan Zhou's eyes blinked a few times, then suddenly lit up.
… Yes.
This is indeed an important question.
Just now, they detoured through the snow field for several kilometers.
But on such a good road, they never saw a single climber.
According to the idea of the climbers split up and pursued at the beginning, in four hours, on that part of the road, the probability of them encountering climbers should be very high.
Nan Zhou thought they were lucky, so he didn't think deeply.
But Jiang Fang would not think so.
Unlike Nan Zhou, Jiang Fang, who has worked in casinos for many years, never believed that there was so much luck in this world.
Climbers don't come here because they believe that this broken man can be a man without a fight
still is…
Is this camp the real reason why the climbers deliberately avoid and dare not approach
Moreover, Jiang Fang found that after they hid behind a rock and threw a mirror, the legs didn't actually look like they were going to catch someone.
When it first appeared, it was used to run.
But at that time, both himself and Nan Zhou were well hidden.
He Yinchuan and the others are on the other side of the mountain.
It should have no human goals.
Now that I think about it, it was completely attracted by the reflection of the mirror.
And he walked slowly, without any sense of crisis.
… It's just like…
It's like it doesn't know how many more invaders are on the mountain.
Well, this is a contradiction again.
It seems that there is no long-distance communication method such as telepathy between these group of climbers.
The half-length female summons teammates, relying on the whistle hanging around her neck.
According to normal logic, if the two groups of people on the mountain and the mountainside are really a team, and this camp is very important, at least one person should climb up and tell them to be more vigilant.
However it didn't.
When creating the avalanche, Jiang Fang stood behind Nan Zhou and brought the group of people who came in a hurry into his field of vision.
Their limbs are intact, but they have no intention of splitting up a part of their body and reporting to them.
Therefore, Jiang Fang suspected that the two of them would not communicate information.
This is not how teammates should be.
Nan Zhou's thinking is even more paradoxical and slanted.
If Bingbing Bing and those people are in the same group, then the entire dungeon is almost a dead end for those who are physically weak.
It is difficult for them to compare with experienced mountaineers, and they cannot collect effective information from this crushed ice that cannot be killed at first sight.
Even a trained person like He Yinchuan Zhou Ao climbed to this height, his physical strength would be exhausted by the high-intensity racing, and he couldn't beat it if he wanted to.
On the contrary, if Bingbing Bing and those people are not the same, then they still have a chance.
This turnaround may be the key to breaking the game.
It's just that Nan Zhou hesitated.
He didn't know whether to take the risk or not.
After all, all the current clues can be explained in both directions.
If it wasn't the time of the full moon, he would have dared to find Bingbing Bing directly to verify this conjecture.
It's just that Jiang Fang...
He looked at Jiang Fang a little worriedly, but out of the corner of his eyes, he faintly caught a living creature.
Jiang Fang followed his gaze.
The next moment, the two froze.
At some point, a piece of intestines that had turned purple from the cold swam to a place no more than three or four meters away from them.
It lifted a section, drilled out of the snow, and was heading in their direction, standing quietly under the moonlight.
Like a wriggling, giant sandworm with soft links.
Nan Zhou and Jiang Fang almost silently grasped the clothes on each other's chests, and covered each other's mouth and nose with the other hand, minimizing the movement of the body functions.
Fortunately, it has no eyes and no ears.
But in the next second, Nan Zhou and Jiang Fang looked at each other again, and read two words from each other's eyes.
-Oops.
Those legs were wrapped in trousers.
The intestines were naked in the cold air.
Therefore, it is more sensitive to heat than the legs.
Nan Zhou suddenly turned off Jiang Fang, leaving enough room for Jiang Fang to move.
Jiang Fang didn't care about hiding, and reached out to grab the intestines, trying to control it in the shortest possible time.
However, it was too late.
The cobra-like intestines quickly swelled up from under the snowdrift, and the tail of the intestines, which was 6 or 7 meters long, was raised high and slammed into the tripwire tied to a broken bell.
Jingle Bell-
The mountain wind seemed to be frightened by the sound of the bell, and it was silent for a moment.
Suddenly, there was a rustling sound all over the ground, spreading in a semicircle towards the sounding place.
- Even if they're not a team, it doesn't mean the other side won't hurt them.
After all, in the legend of mountain climbers, the "moon god" on the mountain can eat people.
Nan Zhou and the others only had a moment to fight for life for themselves.
In the blink of an eye, Nan Zhou acted swiftly, took out half a bottle of [Tequila] from the storage tank, and poured the amount of alcohol that Li Yinhang would feel distressed if he saw this scene with his own eyes on the bushes hiding in front of him. He lit a windproof match that Zhou Ao handed to them before he left.
The so-called wine, after all, has its original characteristics.
The moment the aroma of the wine spread, there was a loud bang, and a wall of fire separated Nan Zhou and Jiang Fang from the monsters in that place.
Seeing the fire, their organs were like frightened animals, and they fled back and forth, and gathered together in horror a few meters away.
On the top of this snow-covered mountain, without special wind protection measures, the fire will not spread for a long time.
They twisted together vigilantly, gradually returning to their positions and piecing together, forming a vague human form.
The man stood quietly at the end of the fire, not moving forward, just waiting for the fire to go out.
It's like waiting for the death of the two people on the opposite side.
However, his stagnation has provided enough information to Nan Zhou.
"...you're afraid of fire."
Across the heavy flames, Nan Zhou saw the man's slightly hideous face.
Perhaps because of frequent disassembly, his facial muscles tended to be weird. As long as he moved, the flesh inside twisted into a ball, crisscrossing each other.
But Nan Zhou did not shy away, and looked at that face calmly.
Up close, the cut on the face was smooth, full of scars cut by sharp blades.
Like the cross-section of the legs, they are all neat and tidy.
As if cut by a knife.
Across the crackling fire, Nan Zhou asked him softly, "What did the fire do to you?"
"Still, what did those people do to you?"
The author has something to say: Nanzhou's wonderful name: Bingbingbing. :,