Lin Zhen glanced back at them, and then at the pure black projection floating in the sky outside the window.
"There are still sixteen people," he chuckled, "then I succeeded. Little pet, sign quickly."
Yu Feizhou still turned his back to Lin Zhen, closed his eyes, and said to himself, "I didn't see anything."
Yan Wei: "..."
He stepped forward dumbfounded, scanned everything in front of him, and roughly understood what Lin Zhen had done.
This is Yuemang's headquarters, and there are a bunch of players who are confronting Yuemang and Xuanniao outside. These are obviously all the super high-level players of Yuemang who can enter the 99th floor copy. Lin Zhen must have used Lin Qing's power to mobilize a large group of Xuanniao people to rush to Yuemang's headquarters and arrest Yuemang's son who is now the head of the family.
The head of Yue Mang's family is called Yu Zhengqing, whom Yan Wei knows. Haven't seen it, but heard about it.
When he first climbed the building and was still a rookie, Yuemang was the head of the house. Compared with the mysterious bird he brought up with his own hands, Yuemang is an organization with a deep foundation and a long existence. Even going back, among the players who are still alive, almost no one can tell when the moonlight appeared.
But it is precisely because of their rich background that they are familiar with the experiences that the top-level dungeon has opened, and they are very aware of the horror of the top-level dungeon.
So even if these people were there when Yan Wei first entered the building, Yan Wei had never seen these people.
They know very well that there is no return to the top floor, and the arrogance and ambition from the first floor have been ground into compromises in the slow years. Every time the time comes when they have to enter the copy, these people will always choose 90 Copies from layers up to ninety-eight layers are entered. Some people died in the dungeon a few times before, and those who survived every time, the more times they go in, the more they are afraid of climbing to the top, and they become more and more proficient at climbing up and down the stairs. Stay evasive.
These people have long been paralyzed by the climbing and descending of the ninety-odd floors. When Yan Wei went upstairs for the first time, he was either a newcomer and these people didn't pay attention to him at all, or he had already reached the super high-rise and went directly to the building. The ninety-ninth floor, you can't touch the people on the ninety-odd floors.
They are the so-called "forever" in the malicious mouth.
It was the person Yan Wei least wanted to be.
Knowing that Lin Qing and Yu Feizhou were fine, he regained his composure. He narrowed his eyes, copied his pocket with one hand, and flicked it with the other, and threw a pure black invitation letter to Yu Feizhou. Yan Mingguang also walked to Lin Zhen's side, and handed Lin Zhen the extra invitation letter he got in the dungeon this time.
Lin Zhen was still holding Yuemang's son, holding the dagger with the invitation letter in the other hand. The invitation letter was stained with blood, oozing out a strange darkness.
Yan Wei said: "When we selected the invitation letter, we wrote the choice of the ninety-nine floor. These two are invitation letters for the ninety-nine floor. Take them well."
Lin Zhen: "Hey, all five of us go in?"
"Um."
Yu Zhengqing saw that Yan Wei's side seemed to be planning to let everyone in, and he still regarded Lin Qing as Xuanniao's decision. He looked at Lin Qing, and said in a low tone: "Your brother is surnamed Lin, don't you care? Just rushed in so openly, and now you don't let go of my son, can't you justify it?"
Lin Zhen said with a "cut": "I let go and you signed immediately. How will my brother and Yan Wei get in?"
"The ninety-ninth floor is not only open this time!"
"Then why don't you go in?"
"This time there is a descent channel—"
"What are you doing on the top floor, thinking about going in to find the passageway to descend the stairs?"
"You—" Yu Zhengqing was choked up several times, and almost made a move. He glanced at the number "16" outside the window, and finally endured it, and said, "I'm discussing with your brother, What are you talking about?"
"My surname is Lin too."
Yu Zhengqing took a deep breath.
Lin Zhen still didn't think it was enough: "It's good to be mad, and let your son of a bitch cry for his father and mother."
Yu Zhengqing was naturally angry. To get to this point today, it is impossible for ordinary aggressive methods to work.
He looked at Lin Qing coldly: "If this drags on, maybe two unsure people will be tempted, and our efforts here are wasted. Lou just said that when there are more than 18 people, the dungeon channel will be closed. It is said that there must be only 18 people. Why don't we take a step back and everyone can sign in at the same time. After entering, the current affairs will be cancelled. If there are more people in the dungeon, maybe everyone will have more chances of success. Since we are going to enter the top floor, if we really succeed in leaving here, everything in the building has nothing to do with us, and everyone has nothing to hold grudges against."
Lin Qing looked at Yan Wei, apparently not daring to make a decision alone.
Yan Wei curled his lips silently.
Can it be written off
If people's grievances and hatreds can be completely forgotten in a few words, where do the innumerable desires and evil thoughts come from the first floor to the ninety-ninth floor, and are endlessly supplied to Lou
He said: "Okay, count three two one, Lin Zhen let go of that bastard, we signed at the same time, everyone and entered the top floor, everyone is happy. But ah..."
Yan Wei copied his pocket with one hand, and took out a coin from the windbreaker pocket with the other hand, rubbing it slowly in his hand, his eyes drifting away. His clear and peaceful voice was filled with ice-cold snow at this moment: "It's fine if you cancel it. If you want to check it, we don't want to. Secondly, I said ugly things first. Although it sounds like there is a way to descend this time, it may not be what you think. That way, it's easier than before."
The descending passage is just something for the building to attract others to go in before he comes out.
With Lin Zhen's delay, his malicious plan was completely thwarted. Yan Wei would enter with these people. The difficulty and danger of the dungeon would only be higher, and there might not be a way to find it if there was a way down.
But Yu Zhengqing just said: "It's fine if you agree, count it, and let's sign it."
He only felt that Yan Wei was trying to scare people. The top floor is dangerous, who doesn't know it? They have been going around the ninetieth floor for so many years, isn't it because they cherish their lives? But now, the top dungeon has a way out, and the temptation is big enough for them to ignore those dangers.
Yu Zhengqing looked Yan Wei up and down.
Very young, but looks very high statistics. He hadn't seen it, but had heard the name a few times.
He is a new star of Xuanniao, he has gone from the first floor to the top floor in a year, and has a feud with Yuemang....
In short, he is a young man who has never experienced ninety levels of danger, and a newborn calf is not afraid of tigers. It's good for such people to enter the dungeon together - after all, the top-level dungeon also needs some idiots to die.
"It seems that the deal has been concluded." Lin Zhen let go of his hand, threw the dagger casually, and threw it into the pool of blood on the ground, "Then sign it. If you don't abide by the agreement and do some tricks of signing in advance, you go in, and I It’s not impossible to bring your son to the eighty-ninth floor to play together.”
Even if Lin Zhen let go, the bastard lay there with a pale face, screaming for pain, but he didn't dare to move.
After Yu Zhengqing found out that they had gone in, the other people from Yuemang would naturally come to clean up his son, so he wasn't worried. He and the rest of Yuemang took out the invitation letter and bit their fingers.
Yan Wei and the others looked at each other.
He whispered, "You don't have to go."
He had already been to the top floor once, even though this time, under the malicious intervention, the opportunity to enter the top floor came so suddenly and he was unprepared, for him, it was just walking towards the goal.
He is not afraid of death. He is a person who will go to the impossible sooner or later. The last time he did it to save everyone, this time he did it to save himself. But Lin Qing and the others are different. They can choose to survive the long years, or they can choose to meet the final challenge in the constant preparation.
In fact, these people don't have to go with him to a place where there is no end in sight.
Yan Mingguang just cut his finger, and his fingertips were already on the invitation letter, ready to write his name at any time.
Yu Feizhou smiled: "The invitations have been taken for us, why not go?"
Lin Zhen: "It's not dangerous, I don't want to go yet."
Lin Qing nodded to Yan Wei.
Yan Wei laughed, "Okay."
"I counted it," Lin Zhen said foolishly, "Don't let me count to the end, but no one who went into Yuemang didn't see it, three-two-"
"one."
Several people from Yuemang dropped their fingertips at the same time.
Yan Mingguang wrote down the name gracefully, Lin Qing's expression remained unchanged from the beginning to the end, Yu Feizhou had a smile on his lips, and Lin Zhen's pen was like a snake.
With one stroke, Yan Wei solemnly wrote his name on the ninety-nine-floor invitation letter without any hints. It was the first time he wrote the two words that he had written so many times so hard.
The blood-black invitation letter is like a dark gate to hell, with no bottom and no light.
With every stroke, some names that are no longer alive will always pop up in Yan Wei's mind. There are passers-by on the way to the summit for the first time, there are friends who will never have a chance to come back at the last step, there are enemies who have already disappeared, and there are new old friends who come back for the second time...
"Yan Wei."
Yan Wei suddenly heard Yan Mingguang's cold voice.
He looked up, and saw the man's finger on the invitation letter, but his pure black eyes were staring at him.
"Would you like to go out?"
Yan Wei was taken aback: "I want to take everyone out."
Isn't this the end point they've always wanted to reach
In the blink of an eye, Yan Mingguang just said, "Okay."
The name is the last stroke, Yan Wei draws the last dot with his fingertips and lifts it up slightly.
The world is spinning in front of my eyes.
The dark sky suddenly fluctuated, and the surrounding calm air did not know where the wind came from. In the blink of an eye, the Xuanniao and Yuemang players were still confronting each other outside, but the few people who were at war with their swords just now disappeared together in the waves, leaving only a pool of blood on the ground, a few amputated hands, and the young man with the severed finger lying limply. on the table.
Around the Endless Monument, the suspended black projection also fluctuated. The next moment, the bloody "16" jumped and moved to "17".
Many players who intend to watch from beginning to end have already arrived below. The most lively gambling area in the past is now empty. All over the world in the building, everyone looked up at the center, waiting for the copy to open.
"It's only one..."
"I guess it's not easy, right? There are so few super high-level players, stuck at 16 for so long, and only moved one. It might take several days to reach eighteen."
"But this time there is a descent channel. Wait a little longer, I guess soon—"
The discussion stopped abruptly.
The numbers didn't stop rolling. But as soon as it scrolled to "17", the number fluctuated for a moment again, turning to "18".
In the silence, the dungeon didn't start, but the numbers started rolling one after another. 19, 20, 21…
Finally stopped at "25".
Everyone gasped.
For countless days, how many players are still alive in the world inside the building who can enter the top floor? This number... It seems that they all went in cleanly, and it was several times larger than the top-level dungeon battle that Xuanniao took the lead in opening last time.
Lou's misty notification sound sounded from all directions again, reaching the ears of every player.
[It is detected that the number of people signing the top-level dungeon invitation letter has exceeded 18 in an instant, the dungeon channel is closed, and all top-level invitation letters that have not been used so far are invalid. Please enter the eighty-ninth floor again to obtain a new invitation letter. ]
The pitch-black stele pierced the sky, the dark clouds pressed down, the birds rushed down from the heights, and the cool wind blew from afar, making rustling sounds.
[Top Level Copy... On. ]