Yan Wei's breathing that was speeding up suddenly stopped.
He tried his best to control his expression, his eyes seemed to be closed, but he was actually buried in the socket where Yan Mingguang's neck and shoulders were connected, his eyes were exposed through the gaps to carefully observe the situation they encountered.
The skinless and boneless man sat sideways on the side of the bed like that, his eyes were horribly dark under the flesh and blood. It just sat there quietly, with its face sideways, looking in the direction where Yan Wei and Yan Mingguang were.
For a moment, Yan Wei even felt that it looked at him.
But this thing didn't move from the beginning to the end. It just sat there quietly and looked at them without blinking, amidst the ethereal singing and the shouts of the players as if they were being tortured.
When Yan Mingguang came over, he was hugging Yan Wei, and now his back was facing the thing, so he couldn't see the situation.
He asked Yan Wei: [Have you seen clearly?]
[See it clearly, I have carefully looked at it several times from top to bottom, it is a person who has been skinned and boned. Hey, didn’t I say, this thing looks too scary, I’m almost blind, can’t the dungeon in the building give some mosaics?]
[…]
[And this is actually a girl! Why do I, a gay guy, want to see a girl's "nude"! I haven't watched a porn movie since I was a child, and it's the first time I watched a girl without clothes, and she didn't even wear skin! ! !]
[…]
Yan Wei's eyes were really hurt.
He withdrew his gaze, slid his fingertips across the black ring, and checked the information panel indiscriminately—thirteen minutes before the undead state was activated.
He didn't move at all, maintaining the posture of being clustered with Yan Mingguang under the quilt. His whole body was in a state of ready for battle, and he could feel Yan Mingguang's muscles tense.
They are not afraid, and are ready to shoot at any time, but this thing has not moved from the beginning to the end.
After a while, there was finally some movement from Jiang Xiu's room, but there were no screams, instead it sounded like a fight. The sound of fighting was so intense that Yan Wei and Yan Mingguang could hear it clearly through two walls!
And the screams of the ordinary seventh-floor player gradually weakened, and then completely disappeared.
people die.
The misty singing continued, but it became softer and softer, as if it was gradually pulling away.
He tightly grasped the whip wrapped around his wrist, and finally stopped talking, and said rationally and calmly: [There was movement in Jiang Xiu's room, something must have happened. They are stronger than ordinary seventh-floor players, and it is definitely not so easy to get killed, but we should have consumed at least one or two of their props this time, and used them to try out clues and make money. Fortunately, we tricked Jiang Xiu and left such a comparison, otherwise we would have mistakenly thought that the white umbrella was good. Now it seems that we took the white umbrella, so the ghost didn't do anything to us. The white umbrella is indeed a kind of death trigger.]
[That thing hasn't left yet.]
[Didn’t leave, but didn’t do anything to us, I guess it’s because we don’t have a white umbrella, I just don’t know why the seventh-floor room in the other room died, and listening to the sound...]
Died badly.
Under the gaze of this monster, Yan Mingguang is even more fearless than Yan Wei. His tone was still cold and dull: [It's not because of the umbrella. They threw the umbrellas into the main hall. When I arrived at the main hall, there were three white umbrellas.]
Three, including the one they threw into the hall, a total of four. Except for Jiang Xiu who was tricked by them, the other players threw their white umbrellas into the hall.
How did that player die
[We will investigate the cause of death of this seventh-floor player later, the problem now is the skinned and boned thing sitting next to your bed. I suspect that the same girl as us will appear in everyone's room—the skinned and deboned girl, because the screams lasted for almost ten minutes, and no one opened the door or came out from the beginning to the end.]
The perception gained in the first dungeon strengthened Yan Wei's sense of sight, hearing and smell. He could still clearly distinguish so many sounds mixed together—there was no sound of opening and closing doors from the other four rooms at all.
Those who can be in this dungeon, except for the two of them who came directly from the first floor, have passed through some dungeons anyway. It is impossible not to know that the death of the player means a clue. But until now, only the sound of fighting came from Jiang Xiu's room, and the others remained silent.
The biggest possibility is that the room where nothing happened is the same as their room, with a skinned and boned girl sitting, so no player dares to move at risk.
They all heard the screams, but no one acted rashly because there was a dirty thing sitting in the room.
The misty girl's singing voice is getting lower and lower.
A burst of golden light suddenly radiated from Jiang Xiu's room!
If the downgraded player's lowered floor gap is too large, under the balance mechanism of the building, the base value of the downgraded player will be reduced according to the floor conversion, and no points can be obtained. But the props are real - this is the biggest advantage of the players who descended from the building.
The golden light was obviously emitted from the props in Jiang Xiu's hand.
The golden light was extraordinarily bright in the dark night when all the candles were extinguished, and it also slightly spread to the room of Yan Wei and Yan Mingguang, making the skinless and boneless thing shrink back, as if it wanted to leave. Afterwards, the golden light dissipated, and there was no other movement in Jiang Xiu's room.
It's two minutes to midnight.
There are still two minutes before the undead state is activated.
The singing is almost inaudible. The whistling mountain wind knocked on the old wooden windows one after another, the moonlight was as bright as new, and the skinned and boned girl slowly stood up.
At this moment, perhaps other players breathed a sigh of relief, but Yan Wei slowly opened his eyes, looking at that thing without any cover.
Her pale brown eyes were as bright as stars, and the slightly curved ends of her eyes drew a smile in the treacherous and terrifying night.
[Teacher Yan.]
[Um?]
[I might be a little bit desperate when I wait, so don't stop me.]
Gambling area.
In front of the projection of the gambling building dungeon in Ankang Ancient Town, a bunch of players crowded together.
For the entire world inside the building, high-level players are always a minority, while low-level and middle-level players occupy the majority. Although Ankang Ancient Town is a seven-story dungeon, there are far more players who pay attention to this dungeon than those who pay attention to the dungeons of high-floor gambling buildings.
Many players can't even understand the copy of the high-floor gambling building.
On the contrary, it is a copy of Ankang Ancient Town. The number of floors is not high, and there are some seed players who are expected to climb to high floors. Most players like to observe and analyze.
Due to the opening of the upgraded gambling building mode, the projection is divided into 12 parts, which are the perspectives of twelve players. Among them, the parts of Yan Mingguang and Yan Wei have become completely black, and the projection part of Ning Yi has nothing—these three people have turned on the privacy mode.
The first day of the dungeon is the time limit for free betting. After the upgrade, the game rewards are even greater. Countless players crowded here to observe the situation.
"Three people don't open their perspectives? After opening their perspectives, they got more feedback from the casino, so they just gave up..."
"Is it because there are too many people staring at you? Among these three people, one is Yan, who openly provoked Jiang Xiu. When he entered the dungeon, he still had the camera on, but now he has turned it off. Maybe he wants to use the whip with him all the time." What is the person holding him doing..."
"I originally thought that Yan was a character who dared to confront Jiang Xiu just after the first floor, but I didn't expect to bring a burden into the dungeon. Ning Yi couldn't see it from the perspective of Jiang Xiu, Lin Zhen and Yu Feizhou. It is safest to choose one of the three to bet on."
"It's strange, why did Jiang Xiu see three umbrellas in the corridor? From Lin Zhen's perspective just now, he and Yu Feizhou clearly put the white umbrellas in the main hall of the mountain temple."
"The female ghost in Jiang Xiu's room made a move. He used the golden light prop to force the female ghost away. This golden light, I just saw Jiang Xiu's gambling building last time. It was a ghost exorcism prop he finally obtained in an eighth-floor dungeon. I didn't expect to use it on the first night... He is so stupid this time, the mountain temple is full of ominous, and the song dedicated to the mountain god is also ominous. An umbrella with such an obvious death trigger dares to stay."
"You can't say that, Jiang Xiu's base value has been weakened by the downgrade system, otherwise why would he be in such a mess."
"Oh my god, this player died so badly. He was skinned and boned alive. He screamed for at least ten minutes before dying. Damn! Lin Zhen smiled at the female ghost in his room amidst the screams ten minutes… "
"..."
Inside the copy of Ankang Ancient Town.
After using the golden light props, the misty and shady singing voice disappeared quickly, and the silence in the mountain temple was only the sound of the wind.
There was only one wall between Lin Zhen and Jiang Xiu's room. Just as Jiang Xiu used the golden light to force the skinned and boned female ghost back, there was a sound of knocking on the wall from the next door.
Lin Zhen's evil voice came through the wall: "Oh, this is your prop, right? Thank you so much for your self-sacrifice. Not only did you go downstairs to enter the dungeon without a point, but you also used a prop Helped all of us get rid of this dirty thing. You are stupid and poisonous, I apologize, I admit my mistake, you are obviously stupid and kind."
In Jiang Xiu's room, Ning Yi did not move from the beginning to the end. Zheng Mao watched Jiang Xiu use the golden light tool with a gloomy face. It’s just us… not only are we being attacked by ghosts, but we’ve also helped drive away the ghosts for everyone else, if we had known, we would have thrown the white umbrella—”
Zheng Mao's words suddenly stopped.
Jiang Xiu looked at him gloomyly, with displeasure in his eyes.
Zheng Mao immediately gestured to shut up and covered his mouth with force.
Jiang Xiu frowned, looking at the blood stains left by the viscera in the house, he also came to his senses at this moment, gritted his teeth and said, "Those two umbrellas are fake!!"
In Yan Wei's mind, Lou's reminder sounded.
[The player's permanent skill is turned on. ]
[The current state of the skill: undead state, lasts for 24 hours, after 24 hours it will switch to the normal state. ]
Beside the bed, the dirty thing has slowly stood up straight. Its leg bones also seemed to have been removed, leaving only stiff flesh and blood.
Yan Wei lifted the quilt directly, supported Yan Mingguang's shoulder with one hand, followed by Yan Mingguang's strength, turned over and jumped off the bed together with Yan Mingguang.
The first scene of the player's death is gone, and the female ghost in front of him—maybe it can't even be called a female ghost—is the biggest clue. If the undead state is turned on, it is the best opportunity.
He was still hesitating whether to do this in front of Yan Mingguang, but then he thought about it, since Yan Mingguang is his chosen teammate, this way of cooperating with dungeons may continue to exist in the future, and it is impossible for him to bypass Yan Mingguang all the time Use skills.
And with Yan Mingguang's personality, even if he saw it, he would definitely not ask.
Just like now, this person just helped him jump around in front of this dirty thing, just asked him "Are you sure", and didn't ask anything else.
Yan Wei grabbed the Yanzi coins in his pocket, took out the gloves he had finally prepared this time, put them on his mouth slowly, and whistled: "Hi, young lady!"
"Miss Sister" looked straight at him, her blood-stained pupils were dark and deep, treacherous and unpredictable. Just being caught with such a glance can make people's hearts tremble, fear and panic.
Yan Wei still took a step forward.
Yan Mingguang stood aside, holding the long whip tightly, watching the young man's bright eyes approaching the "man" who had been skinned and boned, and stretched out his hand desperately.
The man still muttered in a very embarrassing manner: "I definitely didn't mean to be rude to you. A gentleman won't take advantage of it, not to mention that I'm still a gay. Don't worry, I will bypass the important parts..."
Yan Mingguang: "..."
The dirty thing wanted to go to the door, but Yan Wei happened to stand between it and the door, blocking its way. It stared at Yan Wei quietly, and for a moment, Yan Wei sensed the danger coming from all directions.
The thing in front of him didn't move, but he felt that the suffocating murderous intent completely surrounded him, as if it had already killed him.
This feeling appeared for a moment, and then slowly dissipated.
- 1/2 undead skills, fatal injuries are invalid.
Yan Wei was almost sure that just now this thing attacked him because he came up to stop it desperately. Under the effect of the skill, nothing happened, and this weird and terrifying "person" was still in front of him, and Yan Mingguang was still standing aside holding a long whip.
He hooked the corners of his mouth, slightly curved his eyebrows and eyes, and directly grabbed the thing's arm, and began to perform the autopsy.
During his movement, the danger surrounded him just now, and the feeling of death coming over and over again for a moment. However, he has already looked at the front carefully, and it seems that he turned sideways to look at the back of this "person".
The ghost also seemed to have discovered that Yan Wei could not be killed, so he stopped trying to do it, but changed to a way to distract people's minds.
That misty singing sounded in Yan Wei's ears again, light and empty, coming from all directions, deep and cold as if from hell, shaking one'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—"
Before the song was finished, the young man's clear voice rang out, but the warm but unrestrained singing voice was mixed with the gloomy and misty sharp voice: "Let it rain, let it rain, the crops are going to grow..."
"Let's hold up our umbrellas..." Yan Wei hummed the last sentence and sighed, "There's something wrong with your song. It's raining all the time and your crops will be waterlogged. You're still growing up, maybe you can soak your hair To make steamed buns."
This dirty thing directly gave him the sound of "ho ho" grinding his teeth.
Yan Mingguang, who witnessed the whole process and heard Yan Wei's hey: "..."
If there was a chimney on the head of this skinless thing, it must have been smoking by now.
Yan Wei turned a blind eye and hummed the song again: "The stars are shining, the moon is hanging... These are mountains and rivers bestowed by gods, these are fertile fields, this is blessings from heaven... Come on down now Let it rain, let it rain, the crops will grow... Let's hold up our umbrellas..."
"Don't say it, the tune is good, and it's pretty good if you don't pinch your throat. I've finished watching, and you really have some clues... Thanks for your hard work, young lady. Good night, let's go slowly."
Yan Mingguang: "..."
Yan Wei observed that thing back and forth, but for a long while he didn't know why he didn't kill Yan Wei, just looked at him quietly.
When Yan Wei got out of the way, the thing felt quite impatient, and walked towards the door in a moment, and immediately disappeared into the guest room, leaving only a row of bloody footprints on the ground and the blood stained on the bed in the middle.
The room returned to silence again.
Yan Wei took off the gloves carefully, and the movements were so delicate that there was no blood stain. He threw the glove into the trash can and exhaled, "It's not a loss tonight. Not only did Jiang Xiu consume an obviously high-quality item, which weakened his strength, but he also found a new one from that thing just now." I think it's an important clue..."
Yan Wei paused.
Under the cool moonlight, the man was holding a whip in one hand and a pocket in the other, with a pair of black pupils looking at him deeply. Before going to bed, the man took off his glasses. At this moment, without the obstruction of the lenses, the deep eyes were a little less refined, and the strength soaked in the bones of this man took over everything.
Yan Mingguang's deep voice pierced the darkness and moonlight: "—'Is there a little bit of death'?"
Yan Wei rolled his eyes, his expression flickered, and he glanced elsewhere.
"A little bit?"
"Cough," he lowered his head and curled his lips, "billion points."