The night was spooky, the blood stains on the sheets reflected the moonlight, and the mountain wind howled.
In such a treacherous scene, Yan Wei's eyeballs kept rolling, looking to the left and then to the right, but he didn't look at Yan Mingguang.
If Gao Ming was here, Yan Weida could go up and put his arms around the other's shoulders, jokingly say with a joke, "Whatever you look at, it's just a shot to death". But now the person looking directly at Yan Wei is Yan Mingguang. This person's expression is as dull as a facial paralysis, but those dark pupils can't see the bottom, and he can't tell clearly.
Yan Mingguang seemed to be able to see through his thoughts.
Before Yan Wei entered the world inside the building, he was a person who liked to wander around all over the world, and had been to all kinds of religions and schools. He has seen all kinds of people and has many friends, but because of this, he doesn't really take anyone seriously. When something happens to him, he has no shame or skin and no psychological burden.
Anyway, no one could really know what he was thinking.
However, his shamelessness seemed useless in front of Yan Mingguang.
He smiled, intending to be calm: "Actually, there's nothing we can't say—"
"what have you found?"
The man asked him suddenly.
Yan Wei was taken aback: "Huh?"
"What did you touch just now?"
Yan Wei's eyebrows twitched. His eyes moved back to Yan Mingguang, and his light brown eyes flashed with rare surprise.
Yan Mingguang still looked unchanged, looking down at him slightly. The man leaned against the table, his slender figure drawn out by the moonlight, adding to his aloofness.
Yan Wei pulled out the chair and sat down in front of Yan Mingguang. Compared to the posture of a man who had to straighten his back even leaning against the table, he leaned directly on the back of the chair, whistled casually, and said, "It's not that I touched something, it's that I didn't touch anything."
"Um?"
"I just felt that this skinless young lady was a bit strange. She seemed not only skinless, but flesh and blood. She was limp all over. I touched her just now and found that her legs and ribs were completely devoid of skin." Bones — and there were cuts in both places."
Yan Mingguang frowned slightly: "Bone blowing."
"right."
Yan Wei rummaged on the table for a while, managed to find a fountain pen with some broken water and a few pieces of yellowed paper, and quickly drew the shape of a few bones while swiping the brush.
"Look at this, it's the missing bone—the ribs. The ribs are missing twelve on the left." Relying on memory, Yan Wei drew all the bones that he didn't touch at the time, "And this one, the tibia, one The tibia is gone, but one is still there."
With a sound of "squeak", the mountain wind blows open the dilapidated wooden window, and cool air rushes in, causing the corners of the yellow paper to lift up and rustle.
Yan Mingguang stepped forward to refit the window, Yan Wei looked at the man's back, and said word by word: "You just went to throw the white umbrella, do you remember the details of the umbrella?"
"For a long-handled umbrella, the ribs are the same texture as the handle. The handle is solid and thick. The ribs are 12, bent, fine, and there are no springs and bends, which are natural curved arcs. The umbrella surface is very slippery and hairy. White."
Yan Wei pointed to the ribs he had drawn: "There are 12 ribs missing, and the white umbrella has 12 ribs."
He didn't say it directly, the answer was already obvious.
— This is a long-handled umbrella made of a girl's skin and bones!
Yan Wei took out the swallow coin and tossed it casually in his hand. His eyes drooped slightly, his eyelashes fluttered in the blink of an eye, and the indecentness just now disappeared in the moment of serious thinking.
"First of all, let us thank Jiang Xiu for his dedication, let me confirm that the white umbrella is the element that triggers the death, and also let us confirm that there are skinless girls in every room, because we saw this dirty thing, the tragic death in the player's room There must have been one, and there was fighting sound in Jiangxiu's room at the same time as the screams, and it is unlikely that there were no other two rooms, so these five dirty things appeared in five rooms at the same time after the singing sounded, this is one of them."
"Secondly, I was thinking just now, what kind of death method can make people scream for more than ten minutes before dying... He should die in the same way as the filthy thing. That filthy thing is probably skinned The boneless girl turned into a ghost after death, this is the meaning of the umbrella painted on the invitation letter. The focus of this dungeon is the skin bone umbrella. The danger tonight is that a skinless girl will appear in every player's room , if there is an umbrella at the door of the room, the skinless girl will make a move!"
This is the connection between the ghost and Umbrella they encountered tonight.
"This may be just the beginning. There are still many questions: Where is the ladder? Who was this girl skinned and boned to make an umbrella before she was alive, a witch? Why did the witch put a white umbrella at our door? And this is a mountain temple. The word 'god', how can these dirty things have anything to do with the mountain god holding an umbrella?"
It is indeed a seven-story dungeon that has been upgraded twice in succession.
In the copy of the Promenade Hotel, the theme of the painting was very obvious as soon as they came in, and they were even given plenty of preparation time on the first day. But now, on the first night when they first came in, the dead people started before they were given any time to search for clues—or, in other words, the dead people were the first wave of clues.
Yan Wei held his palm lightly, pressing the edge of the coin with his fingertips, and chuckled lightly.
... more interesting.
"No clue tonight."
"The girl's skin and bones are used as an umbrella to trigger death. I can be sure of this. As for the witch and this mountain temple, hurry up and find clues tomorrow. Now it's time to rest—"
Yan Wei paused for words.
Just after he finished speaking and affirmed the conjecture that the skin bone was used as an umbrella, Lou's reminder sounded in his mind.
[Congratulations to the player for discovering the theme of the copy of Ankang Ancient Town: Skin Bone Umbrella. This discovery officially advances the progress of dungeon cracking. As the first player to discover this clue, you will be rewarded: body index 2, perception 4, points 4. ]
[The player's current stats are updated: body index 13, perception 37, highest level 1, points 16. ]
[You get an extra 1 point for quick answer. ]
[The dungeon main line is officially opened. ]
Yan Wei was taken aback.
... Mainline open? Could it be that what they experienced before was just an appetizer before the main line
What is the quick answer point
Lou's beeping is still going on. This time, Yan Mingguang's eyes moved slightly, and he obviously heard it—this is the notification sound that all players can hear.
[Because a player found the first theme clue in the dungeon, the progress of the current dungeon is updated—the dungeon enters the main line, triggering the answering mode. From now on, the fastest progress of players in the instance is the public progress of all players. Once a player pushes the next progress and finds the correct clue, the clue will be directly announced to all other remaining players (Note: the progress reward is only the first one. The player who finds the clue can get it, and the player will get the corresponding answer points, and the settlement reward after the copy is cleared will also be distributed according to the progress). ]
[The player's answer points are gradually accumulated and will not be cleared. If no player triggers the absolute death mechanism, the ghost will lose its attack target, and the ghost will give priority to attacking the player with the highest and lowest answer score. ]
[Reminder: The quick answer mode will gradually widen the gap between players, please actively participate in the dungeon and strive to survive. ]
Afterwards, the misty and gloomy child's voice uttered the clue of the skin bone umbrella that Yan Wei just pointed out, and all the players—including Yan Wei himself—listened to it.
In this dungeon involving more than one best player, after opening the gambling house with the upgrade mechanism, the clues discovered by Yan Wei opened up the real difficulty.
Yan Wei finally understood what Lou meant when he first came in by releasing missions to promote players' enthusiasm.
In the quick answer mode, only the first person who finds out will get the reward. Although the clues will be announced after each quick answer, the extra information, props, and strength gains obtained during the discovery of clues are unique to the discoverer, and this is more conducive to subsequent quick answers. As Lou's notification sound said, the further you go to the back, the greater the gap between players, and the harder it is to get points for quick answers.
But after each answer rush, everyone will be forcibly pulled to the same starting point to compete again, and the lowest score is tantamount to death. There is no one-and-done solution for players, they can only keep working hard to get ahead.
Yan Wei listened carefully, raised his eyes, and met Yan Mingguang's eyes under the moonlight.
The tip of his eyebrows twitched, and his eyes, like peach petals, were clean and agile under the treacherous night.
"There was nothing wrong with our decision to come in..."
Only the more challenging the copy, the more room for mediation between them and Jiang Xiu.
The quick-answer mode is a survival pressure for Jiang Xiu, but for them... it is an opportunity to fight back!
"Go to sleep." Yan Mingguang just told him that.
This time, not only the players in the dungeon could hear Lou's notification sound, but the casino projection also relayed the clues of the Skin Bone Umbrella, as well as the explanations about the quick-answer mode.
The players under the projection were boiling.
"It's actually a copy of the answering mode! This kind of copy rarely appears? Every time it appears, it is a classic that can be recorded into the endless stone tablet. The copy of the last answering mode was a copy of the 38th floor, right? I was in the past I missed the dungeon, this time I can take a good gamble."
"Then this time, the bet is not so much a bet on who will survive to the end and win the medal of the best player, but a bet on who will be the player with the highest answer score—after all, as Lou said, the final reward is settled according to the progress of the answer. First A person who finds clues to the skin bone umbrella is very likely, who is this person?"
"I don't know. I have been looking at the projection. Except for the three perspectives of all black, I have scanned the perspectives of other players. No one has given any clues about the skin bone umbrella. It can only be Yan Mingguang—that is, Yan, Ning Yi, or the person Yan brought in... what's his name? Yan Wei?"
"The one that Yan brought in can be ignored, and it's being held by a whip... It's a burden at first glance. The possibility of Yan and Ning Yi is quite high, but it's a pity that Ning Yi doesn't talk to Jiang Xiu very much, otherwise it can still be seen from Jiang Xiu's perspective. Let's observe her situation here. I want to choose Ning Yi, as for Yan? Betting on whether he will get the best player is better than betting on whether he can come out alive."
"It's not necessarily Ning Yi, it may be that some player discovered it and didn't say it, but was noticed by Lou. Anyone is possible, and I am more inclined to Yu Feizhou, who is extremely powerful."
"Anyway, I won't bet on Jiang Xiu. As a player who deliberately descended from the tenth floor to enter the dungeon, his performance at the beginning was very poor, and he directly squandered an eighth-floor item. It's too useless."
"Lin Zhen, a pervert, actually told Yu Feizhou that it's better to give it a try and get the lowest score, and see how the ghosts will kill them."
"..."
Amidst the crowds, Gao Ming struggled to get a seat in the front row.
Without hesitation, he bet directly on Yan Wei, looked up for a while at the two blacked out pieces in the projection angle, and then looked at Jiang Xiu's angle of view.
In the projection, Jiang Xiuxiu sat there with his brows furrowed, planning with Zheng Mao what to do next. This person knew clearly that he was running a projection in a gambling building, but he didn't hide his intention to get rid of Yan at all. During the discussion, he more or less mentioned how to deal with Yan.
"... I hope they can pass the customs safely."
He pushed back his glasses and sighed.
The projection angle belonging to Yan Wei is pitch black, and the bottom is the proportion of players who bet on Yan Wei.
0.8%.
Apart from Gao Ming, the few remaining betting players may be stunned young people who don't understand anything, or players who blindly want to choose an unpopular player.
Inside the copy of Ankang Ancient Town.
The bright moonlight gradually dimmed, and the clouds piled up thicker and thicker, crawling in the already dark night, slowly covering the full moon.
The whistling sound of the mountain wind gradually increased, and the faint sound of thunder came from a distance.
In the room, Yan Wei and Yan Mingguang lay side by side on the same single bed.
The bed that Yan Mingguang slept on before was smeared with a large amount of blood at this moment, so he must not be able to sleep on it. As for the remaining two beds, one was near the door, the other was near the side of the bed, and the blood-stained bed was in between. The distance between them was too far. If something dirty suddenly appeared in the middle of the night, sitting on the bed in the middle, Yan Wei and Yan Mingguang would be separated by ghosts, and they would not be able to coordinate their actions at all, and the danger would be greatly increased.
Yan Wei originally wanted to change the seat on the bed, but all the facilities in this room are too old, the bed frame is actually fixed and cannot be moved at all.
He had no choice but to give up, and squeezed into the small single bed with Yan Mingguang.
Although he had already been lying down like this before, he didn't think too much about other things as the ghost was by his side. But now there is silence all around, only the sound of wind and rain outside and the breathing of a man close at hand, Yan Wei's face is inexplicably hot - even if he doesn't want to fall in love anymore, his sexual orientation is also a man, and there is still a handsome man lying beside him. A cold, handsome guy who is infuriating.
He rolled over in the small space and inevitably bumped into Yan Mingguang, who whispered, "What?"
"It's okay..." Yan Wei muttered, "I'm just more active, and I like to bump into people when I sleep with them."
Yan Mingguang: "..."
"If you are upset, you can bump back, but I am more vengeful. If you bump back, I will definitely bump back again."
"..."
Yan Wei found a slightly more comfortable position, turned his back to Yan Mingguang, and stopped moving.
He is very picky, and he has extremely high requirements for living conditions wherever he goes, and it is difficult to sleep if he is not suitable. But now that he was nestled with Yan Mingguang like this, he actually fell asleep in just a moment. The man's smell is very refreshing, without any impurities, it is a rather cold male hormone breath. Surrounded by such a breath, Yan Wei quickly closed his eyelids and fell asleep amidst the sound of rain.
In the dream, he saw Yan Mingguang again.
This time the dream is very similar to reality. In the dream, he and Yan Mingguang were huddled together on the bed, surrounded by all kinds of ghosts. The air seemed a little cold, so he leaned closer to Yan Mingguang.
In a groggy state, the dream ended and dawn dawned.
The rain was still falling, and the early morning sky was covered by dark clouds, leaving only a hazy light. The sorceress walked past the door of the guest room one by one, and shouted to the players in a kind tone: "It's time to eat breakfast, travelers."
Yan Wei yawned sleepily, and as soon as he opened his eyes, he found that he was actually facing Yan Mingguang, pillowed on the man's arm, and nestled in Yan Mingguang's arms.
The man was still in the sleeping position, but he turned over and stuck to the other person.
This person obviously also noticed their posture at this moment, his eyes moved from the arm that was pillowed by Yan Wei to Yan Wei's face, his eyes were dim, and his voice was hoarse from early morning: "Your face."
"Um?"
"It's stamped."
"!"
Yan Wei raised his hand to touch it, and sure enough, he felt the trace of the seal. He quickly raised his head and moved aside.
With the experience of the Long Corridor dungeon, Yan Wei first looked at how long it would take for half of the undead skills to expire this time to make sure the time was correct, and then took a closer look at Yan Mingguang to confirm that everything was all right After that, he and Yan Mingguang quickly got up together.
After the sorceress asked them to have breakfast in the backyard of the mountain temple, she walked away slowly, as if the matter of the leather bone umbrella did not exist at all last night.
Yan Wei suppressed his doubts about the sorceress, wrapped the long whip around his left wrist again, and first rushed directly to the guest room where the person died last night with Yan Mingguang.
The other players obviously thought the same as them, and within a few minutes, several players who were still alive gathered in this room. When Yan Wei first arrived, the rest of the people more or less glanced at his cheeks, with unclear meanings in their eyes. Yan Wei didn't care at all, if he noticed his gaze, he would still whistle and look back with a smile, making the other players who looked at him feel guilty, and looked away one after another.
After a while, eleven players gathered together.
The old wooden guest room was filled with a strong smell of blood, and the blood stains penetrated some of the wooden floor of the guest room, smearing a large area on the ground. The bloody corpse was lying beside the bed, and the expression of pain before death could still be seen on the completely flayed face.
The player who lives with the dead player is called Song Yu, a seven-level player who climbed up layer by layer. He stayed in such a room last night, obviously not in a good condition, his complexion was quite pale.
"What happened in your room last night?" Jiang Xiu asked.
Song Yu said: "Last night we each lay down early, and then someone put the skin bone umbrella at the door. I discussed it with him and thought it must be a death trigger, so we put the skin bone umbrella on the mountain together. The main hall of the temple. After we came back, we continued to rest, but we didn’t expect that not long after the singing sounded, a bloody ghost suddenly stood beside his bed, and that thing shot directly and tore off his skin alive.”
"Didn't touch you?"
"Probably not. That thing is too fast. I guess he has no chance to escape or take out life-saving props before he dies. I am about the same strength as him, and I am definitely not the opponent of that ghost thing. So I used it right away. A prop similar to a protective shell, which wraps itself, and the protective shell has not been attacked. Then the ghost should have left, and when I came out again, he had been skinned alive and died."
Yan Wei glanced around, and while Song Yu was speaking, he looked at the guest room bit by bit.
Zheng Mao asked again: "Then do you know what he did to be targeted by that ghost?"
"He didn't do anything. After we divided the room, we acted together. I did what he did. I didn't do any other extra things, and I didn't encounter any strange things."
Most of the remaining players frowned and began to think.
This time, there is no discussion about what you said when you first entered the dungeon. In the answering mode, the players work on their own, and the atmosphere of competition has begun to emerge.
However, Yan Wei's eyeballs moved, and a trace of self-confidence that was difficult to capture flashed through the pale brown eyes.
There is another difference between Song Yu and the players who died on the first night—they slept in different beds.
[Teacher Yan,] He said to Yan Mingguang through the long whip, [Can you take this dead player's bed board out and have a look?]
Yan Mingguang's expression remained unchanged, he didn't even look at Yan Wei, just holding the handle of the whip in one hand, he walked to the blood-stained bed naturally, lifted his foot - without saying a word, he kicked the whole bed to pieces !
The sound of cracking planks pierced the air, and the situation under the bed was instantly clear.
—That is an open white umbrella!
Sure enough, in addition to being careful of the sorceress placing a skin bone umbrella at the door, they also have to be careful of the murderous intentions that may be hidden deep in the house.
Yan Wei was able to quickly introduce this point, thanks to Jiang Xiu. The skin and bone umbrella that Jiang Xiu left in front of their house made the skinless ghost in Jiang Xiu's house do it, so it is absolutely impossible for this player to die because of throwing away the white umbrella, but for some other reason. The only difference between Song Yu and this dead player is the bed they sleep on.
Once Yan Mingguang made such a move, there really was another mystery under the bed.
Lin Zhen let out a "Yo" and said with a smile, "It turns out that there is a skin and bone umbrella hidden in the middle of the bed."
They are all players who can enter the seventh-floor dungeon, and it is impossible to enter the room without searching. But this bed was fixed on the ground, and there was nothing in the gap between the floor and the bed board. Only when the bed was dismantled, was it found that the middle of the bed board was empty, and there was an open leather bone umbrella inside.
Several players turned pale, and one of them didn't hold back at all, and went back to his room, eager to search his room again.
At the same time, Lou's prompt sounded in the minds of Yan Wei and Yan Mingguang at the same time - Lou actually counted all the players who participated in finding the clues, and they both got rewards at the same time.
[Congratulations to the player for cracking the death trigger clue. As the first player to discover the clue, you will be rewarded: Perception 1, Point 1. ]
[You get an extra 1 point for quick answer. ]
The reminder of clue advancement also sounded in the minds of other players and in front of the projection of the gambling building.
Jiang Xiu's face suddenly sank.
He thought it was Yan Mingguang who discovered it alone, looked at Yan Mingguang, and said in a very low tone, "...opportunistic."
Yan Wei glanced at him, moved his wrist slightly, not forgetting to maintain his role as a waste snack, flicked the whip that was holding him bored, hooked the corner of his mouth, and said casually: "It's opportunistic to get points. Don't you take one too?" He turned his head sideways, made a "0" gesture, and showed a bright smile to Jiang Xiu, "Right? A 0-point player."