At this time, the door was ajar, Yan Wei sat in the old guest room and looked out, through Yan Mingguang's slender figure, he saw the situation outside.
The pale umbrella is white and shiny under the moonlight, as if it has been soaked in the white snow, but it seems that it has been washed for a long time in the clear spring water, leaving such a smooth umbrella cover. The ribs of the umbrella are fully extended, leaning against it, standing quietly and eerily on the ground.
The window of the corridor was half open, and the cool night wind from the mountains kept blowing in, making Yan Wei flinch, and involuntarily tightened his scarf.
He subconsciously took out the swallow coin in his pocket and tossed it in his hand one after another.
The umbrella outside the door seemed to directly break the quiet performance of this copy, and brought pressure to them in an extremely weird and mysterious way. The sound of doors opening and closing came from the other rooms next door, but the five umbrellas in the corridor were still silently placed, and no one moved them for the time being.
Yan Mingguang gently closed the door, walked back with his hands wrapped around his pockets.
Yan Wei muttered: "I just said I didn't have an umbrella, and now it's delivered to my door..."
Yan Mingguang: "..."
The appearance of these five umbrellas seemed to have uncovered all the ominousness of this place. Just now Yan Wei just felt a little cold, but now it feels like a glow on his back, and cold sweat unconsciously broke out on his forehead.
Sure enough, as Lou said, the difficulty of the dungeon this time far exceeds the critical point that the seventh floor should have.
Unable to grasp the strangeness, Yan Wei chuckled.
The more dangerous he was, the more excited he was, and the blood in his body seemed to start to flow rapidly.
"Did you hear anything now?" he asked.
Yan Mingguang shook his head.
"Me neither, that's normal." Yan Wei hooked the corner of his mouth, "Others are like us, they closed the door to discuss after seeing it, and I can already foresee the result of the discussion—this umbrella cannot be kept."
The shape of the umbrella was directly drawn on the invitation letter of the dungeon. The umbrella is still white and reveals an ominous atmosphere. It is absolutely impossible to just put it at the door like this.
This is basically the logic that everyone will think of at the first time.
Yan Wei tossed the coin vigorously, raised his hand, and caught the coin in mid-air.
He didn't open his palms, but slightly clenched his fists and looked ahead. His eyes reflected the old dim yellow candlelight in the house, but they were still clear and bright.
"Ice first—"
Yan Wei paused.
Yan Mingguang curled his knuckles slightly, and pressed his fingertips on the handle of the long whip. The handle of the whip was slightly raised, and it touched Yan Wei's chin, just pushing his chin up and closing his mouth.
Yan Wei: "..."
When Yan Mingguang withdrew the handle of the whip and released Yan Wei's jaw, he immediately said, "You are too narrow-minded, isn't it just a title? You still call me trash..."
Yan Mingguang raised his eyes slightly, and glanced at him indifferently.
"All right, all right, I was the one who called myself the trash dim sum first. Then, Mr. Yan, your trash dim sum is thinking about one thing right now."
"what."
"Do you still remember why we came to a gambling dungeon that is destined to increase the difficulty? Because the more powerful the ghosts are, the less Jiang Xiu has the ability to use them. Conspiracy. He must first ensure that he can live, and then he has the energy to deal with us."
"It shouldn't be long before people come out of the other rooms and take their umbrellas to the main hall of the mountain temple—because there is a place where the goddess worshiped, and there is also a stone statue of the mountain god holding an umbrella. When there are no clues, the place to deal with these white umbrellas. But the order in which these people deal with the umbrellas must have a sequence... "
He smiled, his eyes gleaming with shrewd cunning.
"Jiang Xiu will also remove the white umbrella, because this dungeon is too difficult, and he has to be careful. But he will definitely be the last one to come out, because..."
In the guest room where Jiang Xiu was.
Yuemang came in three people this time, besides Jiang Xiu, there was also a woman named Ning Yi, and Zheng Mao who came in with Jiang Xiu. Ning Yi hasn't spoken since entering the dungeon, so she can compare with Yan Mingguang who is more like a mute.
It's just that her coldness is completely different from Yan Mingguang's.
Yan Mingguang was indifferent because he didn't want to blend in, and indifferent because he didn't care. The silver-rimmed glasses weakened the coldness between his brows and eyes, but they also added a sense of alienation to him while adding elegance.
Koning Wing is extremely aggressive and cold.
She looked at people as if there was a cold light hidden in her eyes, and her whole body was soaked in the icy blade.
Jiang Xiu and Ning Yi didn't come in with the same invitation letter at all. Jiang Xiu usually wanted to take a detour when he saw Ning Yi in the world inside the building, and he had nothing to say to Ning Yi at this moment.
After the white umbrella appeared, Ning Yi didn't seem to care at all, she just leaned on the bed and closed her eyes to rest, and didn't participate in the discussion from the beginning to the end. Only Jiang Xiu and Zheng Mao discussed it and decided to throw the white umbrella on the main hall of the mountain temple.
Zheng Mao got up and was about to do it, but Jiang Xiu suddenly said, "Wait a minute."
"Brother Jiang?"
Jiang Xiu raised his eyebrows slightly, and said with a sneer: "It suddenly occurred to me that putting the umbrella back into the hall is not the safest way. There may also be problems in the hall, and maybe throwing the umbrella back into the hall is the trigger for death. The safest thing is actually Yes… "
He paused and lowered his tone.
"Put the white umbrella at the door of another room. You don't have to go to the hall, and you don't have to worry about death triggers."
Zheng Mao immediately showed a clear expression.
Among other rooms, whose room is the most suitable
Naturally, it was Yan's guest room.
"I'll do it now."
Jiang Xiu stopped him: "No hurry. We can think that the umbrella can't be kept, and other people can too. The first level of this dungeon for us is not too difficult. If you go out now, there is a high probability of encountering other players. The white umbrella may not have even been sent away yet. Wait a little longer until everyone else has finished with the white umbrella, and then you quietly put our umbrella at Yan's door."
In the guest room where Yan Wei and Yan Mingguang lived.
The candlelight was flickering, swaying non-stop under the cool wind.
Yan Mingguang sat there with his back straight, his lenses slightly reflecting the candlelight, adding a layer of mystery to his cold demeanor. Light and shadow outlined the man's side face, and under the dim light, the depth between the man's brows and eyes became more and more obvious.
Yan Wei was stunned for a moment, and then continued: "Based on his personality I have investigated these days, he will put their umbrellas at the door of our room after everyone has finished handling the white umbrellas. If we do this, if If something happened to us, he could also get clues about White Umbrella. If nothing happened to us, he could lead other players to guess that Umbrella came back by himself the next day. Anyway, there are many such weird things in the dungeon in the building. It can not only find clues to break the game, but also kill the enemy, which is too rewarding for Jiang Xiu, and he will definitely do it."
Yan Mingguang turned his head to look at him, and said slowly: "Jiang Xiuqiang has a good body index and has many props. If I fight with him, the props he will use are unknown."
Under the candlelight of the ancient temple, the ominous atmosphere around him seemed to be weakened by this person's indifference.
It has to be said that Yan Mingguang is like a person who walks with a sense of security, even in places where such dangers may happen at any time, he can make people feel calm.
Yan Wei hooked the corners of his mouth, and said softly, "Who said you should confront him directly? Teacher Yan, don't use violence in everything, let him cheat himself and bring us clues." ,Is it not good?"
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"A person like Jiang Xiu who thinks he's a little smart, if he goes out after everyone goes back to the house and finds that there are open white umbrellas at the door of our room and Lin Zhen's room, he is Will he throw the umbrella at their door into the main hall, or think we found something, and decide to follow our example—leave the white umbrella at his own door?"
Yan Mingguang lowered his eyes and did not speak.
But the answer is already obvious.
"Let's wait and see, so what if he is stronger than us? If he dares to come in and try to kill me, I can let him stay here forever."
Yan Wei frowned slightly, and stood up sassyly.
He opened the information panel and entered the exchange mall in the world inside the building.
This mall is divided into two types, one is some items that can be exchanged for an equal amount of invitations, and the other is items, skills, and... omnipotent wishes that can be exchanged for points.
Anything can be exchanged for.
At the top of the list that can be exchanged for points, there is even a sky-high price exchange item "Pandora's Box". The introduction of the item is to open it to get everything you want.
These are still too far away from Yan Wei, a player with only 12 points. He didn't look at it at all, and jumped directly to the part where the invitation letter can be redeemed, and found a redeemable item called the False Stone.
Maybe it's because this prop is short-lived, it's useless except to copy its appearance, no one cares about it at all, and the price is very low. The only invitation letter needed is an ordinary second-floor invitation letter.
Yan Wei exchanged the two false stones without hesitation.
[Congratulations to the player for the successful exchange, the invitation letter corresponding to the amount has been deducted. ]
[Exchange item: false stone, item introduction: can imitate the appearance of any item or prop that the player has seen within one hour (note: only the appearance can be imitated, but the function cannot be imitated, and the effect disappears after one hour, and the stone disappears), Exchange Quantity: 2. ]
The next moment, two inconspicuous false stones appeared in Yan Wei's hands.
He stopped talking, and Yan Mingguang didn't speak again.
They sat side by side by the bed, listening to the movement outside under the faint but flickering candlelight.
The sound of doors opening and closing began to sound.
Yan Wei counted: "One."
After a few minutes, "Two."
After a few more minutes, "Three. All three rooms have thrown away their umbrellas, and only our room and Jiang Xiu's room are left. They are waiting for the sound of our actions."
Yan Wei put these two false stones that could imitate any object into Yan Mingguang's hands.
The man did not speak, took the stone, opened the door and walked out of the guest room.
He picked up the white umbrella at the door, but didn't take it away. He just held the white umbrella handle and walked towards the main hall of the mountain temple. There are already three long-handled white umbrellas thrown here by the players on the main hall. Yan Mingguang also randomly put the white umbrellas in his hand on the main hall. The whole hall is terribly quiet, and the mountain god statue holding the umbrella is still standing silently. Most of his body was buried in the shadow of the night.
Yan Mingguang glanced at it, but found nothing else, turned around and walked back to the corridor where the five guest rooms are located.
When passing by the door of Lin Zhen and Yu Feizhou's room, although Yan Mingguang didn't stop, he threw out one of the fake stones in his hand.
The moment the stone hit the ground, it turned into an open, pale umbrella!
—Exactly the same as the white umbrella placed at the door of their room.
After putting this one down, before entering the room, Yan Mingguang also put down another one at the door of his and Yan Wei's room.
In the corridor where there was only one white umbrella left, suddenly there were three.
The white umbrellas created by the two false stones are at the door of Lin Zhen and Yan Wei's rooms respectively, and they are only valid for one hour.
A white umbrella left by the sorceress was at the door of Jiang Xiu's room, untouched.
With a sound of "squeak", Yan Mingguang returned to the guest room, and gently closed the door.
In the guest room of Jiang Xiu and others.
"Brother Jiang," Zheng Mao asked in a low voice, "They probably won't come out again, so I'll do it now?"
"go."
Zheng Mao's eyes lit up, he gave a smirk, and turned to go out. Before he bent down to pick up the white umbrella, his smile stopped suddenly, his movements paused slightly, and he looked sideways at the front of the corridor,
Jiang Xiu said impatiently in the room: "What's wrong?"
"Jiang, Brother Jiang, come and take a look!"
Jiang Xiu frowned.
He got up, walked quickly to the door of the room, and also saw two other white umbrellas in the corridor.
The night was getting darker and darker, three white umbrellas were placed one by one in the corridor, and then the moonlight was cool, and the eerie silence was extraordinarily eerie.
"What should I do? Yan and his room didn't throw away the white umbrella at all, not even Lin Zhen."
Ning Yi was still half-lying on the sofa without saying a word, her long hair was draped over her shoulders, and her bangs slightly covered her cold eyebrows and eyes when she lowered her head. Hearing Zheng Mao's words, she raised her eyes slightly, and glanced at the white umbrella outside the door with indifferent eyes, and a look of watching a play flashed in those eyes with a cold light.
Such eyes flashed by, and for a moment, Ning Yi lowered his head again, closed his eyes, and remained silent.
Jiang Xiu obviously did not expect such a situation to appear. He got up suddenly, pushed Zheng Mao away and looked out.
Three identical white umbrellas opened and fell to the ground, bringing a strange sense of desolation under the increasingly thick night.
"...How could this happen? I just heard four doors opening. Except for Lin Zhen and Yan's room, the other two rooms are ordinary seventh-floor players. Lin Zhen and Yan left behind white umbrellas when they went out. Ordinary players in the other two rooms threw away their white umbrellas..."
Jiang Xiu stood at the door with his back tensed, his brows furrowed, and his hostile eyes flashed with confusion.
The mountain wind outside is getting stronger and stronger, the rustling wind can be heard endlessly, and the old windows make "squeak" and "squeak" sounds when they are blown by the wind.
Jiang Xiu thought for a moment, then suddenly raised his head and said, "They must have found something when they went to release the white umbrella, and brought the white umbrella back!"
The ordinary seventh-floor players in the other two rooms are not strong enough, and they may not have found the clues that should be found at all.
Lin Zhen, a treacherous player who lifts buildings, must be able to find something is wrong. Yan's acting style is even more of a mystery. Judging from the copy of the corridor, Yan's reasoning ability far exceeds most players.
"I understand, the white umbrella cannot be thrown away," Jiang Xiu made up his mind, pulled Zheng Mao back and closed the door, "The plan just now was cancelled, we will not move this umbrella, and put it at the door. The weather is getting worse It's getting darker, we may not have time to go to the main hall to see it now, but following the joint decision of Lin Zhen and Yan is definitely right."
He raised his eyebrows and smiled involuntarily.
...Compared to the treacherous Lin Zhen and the Yan who had a grudge against him, his greatest advantage is the experience he has gained steadily and the accumulated strength props.
Yan, who is not afraid of tigers as a newborn calf, probably doesn't know that in the dungeon of the world inside the building, the most difficult thing to guard against is not ghosts and gods, but people.
The best thing to use is people.
The sound of the door closing came from a distance, and there was no other movement in the corridor, only the sound of the wind that was getting louder and louder, like the howling of the mountains and forests.
Yan Wei listened to the last sound of closing the door contentedly, the corner of his mouth twitched slightly, curled up under the quilt on the bed, and turned over lazily.
This guest room is different from the room in the previous dungeon anyway, it has three single beds, Yan Wei sleeps on the bed near the window, Yan Mingguang sleeps on the middle bed, leaving the bed next to the door empty .
Yan Wei naturally lost the tension she felt when she slept with a man last time.
It's just that his picky problem is still there, and he has not fallen asleep after tossing and turning on the bed several times.
In the sound of the mountain wind, Yan Mingguang on the other side of the bed suddenly said, "You are very sure."
Yan Wei turned his head and looked sideways.
"You mean Jiang Xiu?" He chuckled, "In the few days when I entered this dungeon, in addition to the preparations we made, I also read a few dungeon records that Jiang Xiu had been to. Zhen, his way of thinking is really easy to sum up. He can survive the 10th floor dungeon. He must be a little clever, but it is precisely because he climbed the stairs steadily that he has become a loophole for us to exploit—he He will think too much. As long as we use him, not only will he not harm us, but he will also try to find clues for us. If everyone throws away the white umbrella tonight, wouldn't we get nothing?"
If a novice player on the first floor sees a white umbrella at their door, they will only feel that they are looking for their own death.
But Jiang Xiu would be clever and be misled by his cleverness, mistakenly thinking that they had some credentials, and thought it was right to keep the white umbrella, so he also left the white umbrella at the door of Jiang Xiu's own room. At that time, what will happen to the room with the white umbrella at the door, isn't it clear at a glance
"You understand people's hearts very well," Yan Mingguang said.
Yan Wei was startled.
This is actually something he himself knows, but at this moment when Yan Mingguang directly points it out, he actually has a strange feeling.
It's like being used to seeing through human nature all the year round, but being seen through by others at a glance.
Yan Wei became interested: "You took the initiative to say a few words, Yan Mingguang, Mr. Bing Cube, Teacher Yan, what are you thinking? You said that I understand people's hearts very well, and I really do understand—for example, you are now... thinking about Jiang Xiu Anyone else in the room?"
Their single beds are separated by a small aisle, and Yan Wei and Yan Mingguang are piled sideways. As the candlelight flickered, Yan Mingguang's eyes reflected the dancing flames, and a trace of surprise flashed through his pure black eyes.
"You're worried that the other two people in the room with Jiang Xiu will be implicated," Yan Wei sneered, "Not to mention whether those two are innocent or not, even if they didn't stand in line with Jiang Xiu, this is a dungeon where life and death are unpredictable... Compassionate The heart is the most useless thing."
Yan Mingguang was speechless.
"We are tied together now, and I won't lie to you. Teacher Yan, I seem to have told you? You can call me cold-blooded, or say I have no heart. What I lack the most is compassion. Not only am I cold-blooded, I'm also narrow-minded, oh, and a little self-willed... "
Yan Mingguang still did not speak.
Yan Wei originally wanted to tease this person, to see some different expressions on this person. But Yan Mingguang didn't have any feedback like this, and what he said was boring, so he didn't say more.
The mountain wind blows, bringing the shadows of the trees to caress, and the sound of the wind brings the rustling sound of the leaves rubbing against each other, making people fall asleep.
Yan Wei turned over several times, and finally fell asleep, his consciousness was half-sunk and half-awake, and before he fell into a dream, a sense of danger rushed into his mind suddenly appeared!
With a sound of "huh", the candle was extinguished.
The old guest room of the ancient temple was instantly plunged into darkness, under the sad moonlight, there seemed to be ethereal singing sounds from a distance.
The sound seemed to come from afar, and it seemed to sound from all directions.
The song, which seemed to be sung by a young girl holding her voice high, completely melted into the mountain wind and floated over, piercing into the ears bit by bit, stimulating people's nerves inch by inch.
"The stars are up, the moon is up..."
"This is a mountain and river bestowed by God, this is a fertile field, this is a blessing from heaven..."
"Let it rain, let it rain, the crops will grow..."
"We put up our umbrellas..."
Yan Wei heard the lyrics clearly.
It was the song that the children sang after they entered the dungeon in the evening, but this time the singing was very ethereal and eerie, and the shrill girlish voice was even more creepy.
After the four lines of lyrics were sung, the singing repeated again, and the four lines of lyrics were repeated over and over again.
Yan Wei touched the black ring, and confirmed that his immortal state still had 24 minutes to start. He closed his eyes tightly under the quilt, listening to the song with vigilance.
"We put up our umbrellas..."
"..."
"We put up our umbrellas..."
"..."
I don't know how many times it was repeated, and when the thin girl's voice sang the last sentence again, the singing suddenly slowed down a little.
"We-we-support-good-umbrella-la-"
Jiang Xiu's room has not yet moved. In the room where the two ordinary seven -story players are located, a long but screaming screaming through the night: "Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh what-"
Yan Wei took a breath and was about to open his eyes and get up, but there was a sound from Yan Mingguang's side.
The man turned over nimbly, touched the ground with his toes, turned around and landed on Yan Wei's bed, lifted the quilt and got in.
Two men were suddenly squeezed into the already very small single bed, the quilt was full, the heat of breathing collided together, and the cool wind was surrounded by warmth. Yan Wei was already half a head shorter than Yan Mingguang, and now they were leaning sideways, with his body slightly curled up and his face resting on Yan Mingguang's shoulder.
The screams of the players on the seventh floor continued. He and Yan Mingguang were clustered together on the narrow single bed. The moment the man came up, he raised his hand to cover his mouth. Strapped around his left wrist.
Yan Wei unconsciously became short of breath, and he didn't know whether it was because of the warm palm that the man pressed suddenly, or the tension caused by the continuous screaming.
[Do not talk.]Yan Mingguang passed the long whip, speaking faster than usual, [There is something sitting next to my bed.]
thing
Yan Wei's eyes moved lightly, leaning against Yan Mingguang's shoulder sockets, his eyes slightly raised a gap.
On Yan Mingguang's bed, the sheet was probably in a mess because it was lifted suddenly, and no one was lying on it. But beside the bed, a "person" was bleeding all over his body, his limbs and face were blurred with flesh and blood, and he sat quietly beside the bed. The bed sheet was already smeared with blood.
The screams of the players in the other room continued, sharp and desperate piercing through the long night.
Yan Wei also slowly reacted.
— This is a “person” who has been skinned, limbs and bones removed.