The footsteps went away again.
Yan Wei's eyes narrowed slightly, and his eyes stayed on the closed door. He was very sure that the sorceress had been tied up by them, and even if the sorceress ran out, the sorceress was bound out of the well by them without an umbrella at all.
When the sound went far enough that he couldn't feel the movement at all, Yan Wei glanced at the last few minutes of the skill, Yan Wei got up slowly, and walked softly towards the door.
"I gonna go see."
On the first night, they knew it was a witch, and the danger of opening the door was not high, so Yan Mingguang was more suitable at that time.
But now, with this unknown situation, Yan Wei thinks it's better for him to take a quick look at it now.
He had just taken two steps when someone behind him grabbed him forcefully. The strength of the man didn't intend to discuss with him at all, he pulled him back all at once, and the man walked to the front and said, "No, I'll see."
Yan Wei: "..."
He blinked: "Oh no, last time I asked you to watch it, you said no. This time I said I will watch it, but you said no?"
The man's expression did not change: "Yes."
"..." Yan Wei spread his hands, "Okay, anyway, you'll have to see the result."
Yan Mingguang: "..."
Yan Wei: "Be careful."
"… Um."
Yan Mingguang walked softly to the door, charged up the whip in his hand, and opened the door vigilantly.
— same as last night, nothing happened.
"How is it?" Yan Wei asked.
"Same as last night," Yan Mingguang paused, "five identical bone umbrellas."
"Jiang Xiu is also dead."
Before the projection in Ankang Ancient Town, I don’t know how long it was quiet. Someone’s soft conclusion suddenly broke the deadly calm.
Before that, those who watched and analyzed this dungeon witnessed with their own eyes that Jiang Xiu and Zheng Mao were designed by Yan Mingguang and others to have the lowest score. At night in the dungeon, Jiang Xiu and Zheng Mao, who were still trying to find a way, turned off the projector one after another.
Those players who bet on these two people were still waiting for them to find a counterattack, but it didn't take long for Zheng Mao's projection to turn from a black one that was turned off to a gray one that only appeared after the players died. Not long after Zheng Mao's side fell to dust, there were angry curses from the Yuemang organization, but it was only a moment...
——Everyone watched Jiang Xiu's picture turn gray.
The audience was silent.
Yuemang's people would grit their teeth and say something when Zheng Mao died, but seeing Jiang Xiu's death, they also froze there together.
This is a seven-level copy.
Compared to players like Lin Zhenyu Feizhou who lifted buildings, and players like Yan Mingguang Yanwei who have only passed the first level of the dungeon, Jiang Xiu has the highest level among the twelve people in the whole dungeon. Even if some people didn't choose him when placing bets, most of them thought that Jiang Xiu would not be obsessed with the best player, and even if some people thought that Jiang Xiu would not win, they didn't think he would be folded in this seven-story dungeon .
But that's how it happened.
The seed players cultivated by Yuemang have been promoted steadily and steadily. In the past, old players from Yuemang often took Jiang Xiu to brush props in dungeons.
But he almost died in the hands of a novice player who had only passed the first level of dungeon.
For Yuemang, this was not only a serious injury, but also a great shame—after this incident happened, the fresh blood who originally wanted to join Yuemang would hesitate to some extent, after all, their seed players could be counter-killed by newcomers.
The old player of Yuemang threw the analysis notebook to the ground angrily, gritted his teeth and said, "Do you still have the face to stay here? Go, go back."
Several new players looked at each other in blank dismay, and hurried up their heels.
The scene suddenly exploded.
This is not just the death of Jiang Xiu, it means that the newcomer code-named Yan has the ability to counter-kill players across a gap of ten floors, and he can even use the rules of the dungeon to fight back in a dungeon with a difficulty level of a gambling building. .
Yan definitely has the potential of a seed player, and can even attack middle-level dungeons and high-level dungeons.
Yuemang was a great shame, but other organizations saw an opportunity.
"I'm done, I'm done, I bet on Jiang Xiu, before the dungeon is over, I'm doomed to lose..."
"I'm Jiang Xiu too. I regret it now!"
"I just bet on whether it will be reversed, and I bet on yan, hahahahaha I think this will be the most beautiful bet I have ever won!"
Next to this happy player, the player who bet on Jiang Xiu looked at him fiercely and said, "Don't be too happy! Three of Yuemang entered, two died, and there is one Ning Yi. Ning Yi It may not be impossible to kill Yan Mingguang."
"I don't care what Yuemang is. I'm just curious. It's normal for Yan to be able to win the Yufeizhou Alliance, but how did he manage to get a psychopath like Lin Zhen to cooperate?"
"..."
Standing among the players, Gao Ming looked at the black scene of Yan Wei and Yan Mingguang, and smiled silently.
He knew that nothing was impossible in front of these two people. They have much more potential than those newcomers who are touted by the world inside the building. As long as Yan Wei and Yan Mingguang can keep going forward, they will definitely reach the top one day.
He is an ordinary player in the world inside the building, as long as he looks at it.
Seeing that he could no longer wait for the dungeon buffer period, Gao Ming took one last look at the dungeon projection, turned around and planned to leave and return to the apartment to make final preparations.
But as soon as he turned around, he suddenly found that there were several people standing in front of him. These people surrounded him from left and right, obviously blocking him.
Gao Ming was taken aback: "Who are you?"
The man standing in the center looked quite feminine, with a gentle and delicate face, and deep-set eyes, as if he could not see the bottom.
He looked at Gao Ming and said meaningfully: "You are the... the first player who cleared the level with Yan in the first instance, what's your name... Oh, Gao Ming, right?"
Gao Ming's pupils shrank.
The man in front of him smiled faintly, put his hand on his shoulder, and said softly, "Then come with us."
In the corridor in front of the guest room, the wind brought by the continuous rainstorm kept permeating in, bringing a little bit of coolness. Against the backdrop of the five skin and bone umbrellas in a row, it is even more chilling to the spine.
The sound of doors opening and closing came from around. It should be that other players are also opening the door to observe the situation.
Yan Mingguang moved aside to look away, and Yan Wei also saw clearly the skin and bone umbrella at the door—just like last night, it was half propped on the ground, and nothing could be seen.
He dismantled more than a hundred skin bone umbrellas of ordinary dead. Although the girl's skin bone umbrellas disappeared in the end, the phalanges of two of the umbrellas were in their hands, which should have lacked the most core strength.
So what kind of skin bone umbrella is this placed at their door? Who would be the one to put the umbrella
Immortality is over.
Yan Wei thought for a while, and decided to put the umbrella back in the main hall of the mountain temple just like last night. As for the problem of the phalanx, it is better to wait for the opportunity to go down the well again, otherwise they have no way to determine whether the state of these umbrellas will be the same as the state of these umbrellas in the well.
He spoke out his plan, and Yan Mingguang naturally agreed.
Jiang Xiu and Zheng Mao are also dead, they don't have to make those plans like last night. Yan Wei checked the room and Yan Mingguang directly returned the skin bone umbrella to the main hall.
Late at night, just in case, the two were still squeezed into the same bed.
There is no heat preservation device in the temple, and even the room is very cold. Yan Wei and Yan Mingguang huddled together, and because of their height, they finally chose a posture that was a bit nestled in Yan Mingguang's arms.
Compared with his cold temperament, Yan Mingguang's body temperature is very warm.
Yan Wei closed his eyes and thought about the current problem, and unconsciously rubbed against the opponent's arms.
Yan Mingguang's breathing paused undetectably for a while, and he didn't move, just let Yan Wei lean on him.
At the moment, Yan Wei's mind is full of the circumstances and clues of the dungeon, and he didn't notice the short-lived stagnation of breathing at all. He closed his eyes and said in a low voice into Yan Mingguang's arms, "I feel that we are now...actually under a lot of pressure."
"Um?"
"Jiang Xiu and Zheng Mao are dead, but I think Ning Yi...Although she has never been with Jiang Xiu, she is the seed player of Yuemang after all. Even if she ignores Jiang Xiu, she will not become an enemy with us. Friends," Yan Wei said while thinking, "but we haven't finished the dungeon now, and we don't even have a concept of the ladder. I doubt that we will have to deal with the skin bone umbrella and the skinless female ghost in the future, and even tonight... put The person with the umbrella—Huayu is possible, after all, she is also in the mountain temple tonight, and she is the only one there. But there is nothing that can confirm this guess.”
"We've got another well to go."
"Going down the well is for sure. I think the finger bones must be collected, otherwise there are so many placed there, I can't understand their role. We have too many urgent things now, and the ghosts will become more and more powerful as the copy time develops. Even if everyone has reached a short-term cooperation in the mode of answering points, with the death of the lowest score, a new round of information closure will begin. I doubt that the method of collecting all the finger bones is included in the two points of answering points that Ning Yi obtained, so Next, we must not only find the ladder, survive in the dungeon, but also ensure the lead in the answer points, and at the same time confront Ning Yi... "
"Don't worry—"
"It's kind of interesting. What did you just say?"
Yan Mingguang's Adam's apple moved slightly: "It's nothing."
Yan Wei is not a quiet person, he likes to move around even when he is lying down. Not long after he stabilized his posture, he turned slightly and bumped into Yan Mingguang's arms.
Yan Mingguang: "..."
Yan Weicai didn't care how Yan Mingguang felt, he moved until he felt comfortable. Maybe it's because his mind has been running all day today, or maybe it's because he has calmed down at this moment. When he was thinking about it, when all the guesses and clues were unthinkable, the scene of Yan Mingguang kissing the corner of his mouth in the backtracking illusion suddenly appeared in his mind jumped out.
He thought he was a thick-skinned person, but for some reason, Yan Wei couldn't help blushing when he recalled this scene.
Fortunately, the moon was dark and the wind was high, and he was nestled in Yan Mingguang's arms, so no one could see his expression.
I just don't know what Yan Mingguang was thinking at the beginning.
He originally thought that people like Yan Mingguang should be the one who resisted more, but he didn't expect...
"Did you hear that?" the man said suddenly.
At this moment, Yan Wei also heard other voices.
"Singing," he said, "it's that song again... It seems that the young lady is going to patronize our room again."
Yan Mingguang: "..."
Sure enough, not long after, a skinless female ghost reappeared in their guest room.
— It seems that another one has been replaced. Roughly looking at the bones under the bloody facial features, the skinless female ghost who came to their room tonight is not the one from last night.
Perhaps because of the lesson from last night, the players were very cautious about where the umbrella might be hidden, and the two players Jiang Xiu and Zheng Mao had died long ago. Tonight, the misty singing sounded for a while, without any screams The singing appeared, and the skinless female ghost also disappeared into the room after the singing stopped.
The weirdness dissipated, and the night was long and quiet.
In the early morning of the next day, Yan Mingguang turned on the projector, led Yan Wei to the kitchen with a long whip, and at first glance saw Hu Ayu who seemed to be in a panic and had been hiding in the kitchen all night.
Just as Yan Mingguang raised his footsteps and walked towards Hu Ayu, Ning Yi suddenly appeared in front of him, with a dagger in his hand, coming towards Yan Mingguang.
In the blink of an eye, the whip wrapped around Yan Wei's left wrist was pulled back, the tail of the whip changed direction, and headed towards Ning Yi with the sound of breaking through the air.
The whip was entangled with the sharp blade, and the two pulled hard respectively, but neither of them pulled.
Ning Yi raised his eyelids, and tightly gripped the handle of the dagger in his hand, a cold voice sounded: "She is mine."
Yan Mingguang only said: "Get out of the way."
Yan Wei's eyes froze, he glanced at Hu Ayu, who was confused and panicked, and then at Ning Yi, and was about to think about what to do at this moment, when Lou's notification sounded unexpectedly in his mind.
[I regret to inform you that you got the debuff dropped in the instance: Girl's Love. Please accept the reality and try to survive. ]
Yan Wei: "..."
This thing can drop suddenly!
Why was he suddenly put on such a strange but seemingly life-threatening debuff!