It took Yan Wei more than an hour to find out what happened to Yan Mingguang and Yu Feizhou.
He and Yuemang and others acted, and something too obvious like a walkie-talkie could not be used. After leaving the office building, there was a distance of 300 meters between Yan Mingguang and others, and the sensory connection could not be connected. Only then did I realize something was wrong.
Long before they separated, they had agreed not to leave the 300-meter range, because Yan Wei could not decide on his own seat, so Yan Mingguang led the others to wander around the 300-meter range. But at this moment, he tried several times, but he couldn't locate the perception of other people.
Yan Wei is very aware of Yan Mingguang's ability, and Yu Feizhou and others will definitely not act in a style that suddenly loses the chain and acts randomly.
-problem occurs.
Yan Wei stood behind Yuemang's team, frowning, thoughts flashed in his eyes.
Li Qing got all the "true" information about Yan from him, and also the ghost trick in room 303. He thought he was useless, so he didn't even look at him at the moment. Yan Wei followed Yuemang's team just to let Yuemang help him find out more news. Now that something happened to Yan Mingguang, he has no intention of staying.
At this moment, they have reached the small lake next to the playground.
Yan Wei's extraordinary perception gradually dissipated.
—On the stump of a pine tree by the lake ahead, a deep scratch is hidden in the shadows, facing the calm lake. The ground from the pine trees to the lake was covered with weeds, and scattered water droplets hung on the grass.
There are signs of death pushed down the lake.
According to one of the death rules of this dungeon, just standing in that position will trigger the death of being pushed into the water.
Yan Wei's eyes flashed, looking at the moonlit person in front of him, his pace slowly slowed down.
His perception data was already higher than that of most players. Under the deliberate concealment, the people of Yuemang did not realize that he was gradually falling behind.
Seeing that the distance was almost there, Yan Wei took out the substitute doll that was exchanged before entering the dungeon from the storage column of the information panel.
As soon as the stand-in doll landed, it took the form of Yan Wei. The whole body is exactly the same as Yan Wei at this moment, except that his eyes are a little empty, and there is no black ring on his fingers.
Yan Wei walked away, running in the opposite direction to Li Qing and the others. The stand-in doll, which could only last for three minutes, turned around under Yan Wei's control, and followed Yuemang's team steadily.
Just as he was about to approach the scratched pine tree, "Yan Wei" turned slightly and walked along the lake, but within a short while came between the pine tree and the lake.
Suddenly, on the trunk of the pine tree, which was originally empty, a ghost wearing a school uniform was drenched, with a face as pale as snow, hanging on the branch. Its all-white pupils stared straight at "Yan Wei", and gently raised its ghostly hand full of groupers...
—Easily pushed "Yan Wei" into the lake!
"Plop—"
Everyone in Yuemang turned their heads abruptly, and saw with their own eyes the scene where "Yan Wei" was pushed into the water.
The water splashed everywhere, but "Yan Wei" sank as soon as it fell into the water, as if something was holding it down, and never came out again.
The surface of the water quickly returned to calm, and the ghost in school uniform hung on the branch, turned around, and showed a stiff and terrifying smile to Yuemang and the others.
"Let's go!" Li Qing was not frightened at all by "Yan Wei"'s sudden falling into the water and the ghost's smile, his face remained unchanged, but he just said quickly, "There is a death trigger here, we haven't figured out the ghost's attack routine yet, get out of the danger first The place."
"Brother Li, then this Yan Wei..."
"Dead is dead, it's useless, and it saves us time to deal with it." He led Yuemang's people away quickly, smiled lowly, and said, "I didn't intend to let him go from the beginning, tonight Just let Yan reunite with him in hell."
On the other end, after Yan Wei Jinchan shed her shell, she walked back for a while before reconnecting with the others.
[what happened?]As soon as the perception was connected, Yan Wei quickly asked, [Why can I only contact you and Gao Ming Zhou Tian?]
Lin Zhen's tone at this moment has long since lost his usual playfulness, and he said in a serious and low voice: [We are now on the plank road 200 meters northeast of the teaching building, come quickly, Yan Mingguang and Yu Feizhou were pulled into the split space by ghosts just now.]
Yan Wei's expression paused, and he raised his eyes abruptly, his amber eyes suddenly became dazed.
[… Who?]
[Yan Mingguang and Yu Feizhou.]
The world inside the building.
Compared with the gambling area where dragons and snakes were mixed together in the past, at this moment, in front of a copy projection in the gambling area, players stood neatly in several piles. They silently and quietly looked at every open angle of view in the dungeon projection. In front of each team, there were one or two players who were obviously middle-level and high-level players.
— that’s people from various organizations.
Many unorganized players can only be scattered outside the range of these people, watching the progress of this copy from afar.
The copy of the nineteenth floor, from the perspective of the number of floors, is not worth the eyes of players with dozens of floors above.
But this is a mobile copy of the legendary props.
After this group of players entered, the dungeon opened the gambling building. What does this represent? —This means that if these players do not successfully clear the level within the time of this batch, before the mobile book is opened next time, they have completely mastered most of the information of this copy in the current live broadcast of the casino, and they can bring Enter the dungeon again with sufficient preparations.
So at this moment, the copy projection has been completely surrounded by various organizations.
"That yan is nothing more than that... he was actually taken away by the ghost's hand."
"Who told him to dare to lift twelve floors at once? Those players who lifted more than ten floors at once and survived, which one is not a high-level player with a name in the world inside the building?"
"Yan Wei, who had been following him before, also fell into the water and died. Yuemang's style is still as indifferent as ever."
"I've already said that Yan Mingguang is going to die when he enters this dungeon. You see, they are all on the way to die now."
"..."
In front of Yuemang's team, a man in a long windbreaker and a black hood sneered: "Yan Wei is dead, but unfortunately he never turns on the projector... From the reactions of the players who have seen him, it should be long Not bad, I haven't seen that face yet."
On the other side, someone said abruptly: "Zhao Jingchen, do you want to see that face, or do you want that face?"
The hood covered Zhao Jingchen's face and expression, only showing the lower half of his face. But with only half of his face, it can be seen that his skin is delicate and fair, his thin lips are slightly raised, and there is a faint smile.
"Yan Mingguang's face is not bad either," Zhao Jingchen sighed with a melodious voice, "Unfortunately, he's about to die. Li Qing will have to fight this time. If Yan is killed and the legendary item is brought out again, we'll be proud Yes. Ning Yi, it's a pity that this time just happened to be different from your dungeon time, otherwise you would be much more stable than Li Qing."
Ning Yi stood not far behind Zhao Jingchen, looking up at the progress of the copy in the projection, speechless.
"After the mobile book opens the gambling building, if this batch of players fails, the next batch of invitations will be distributed here. Everyone can see the content and progress of the dungeon this time. Who will win the next batch?" Whoever gets the most people in will win, and you all are ready to snatch the invitation—"
Zhao Jingchen's rather clear voice suddenly stopped.
There was a sound of sighs and concessions from the crowd. On the other side of the black bird, the black bird players who had been crowded around spontaneously moved out of the way.
In the clear space, a handsome man in a pure white shirt walked forward slowly.
Lin Qing didn't look sideways, her steps were steady, and her expression was calm and warm. Before he got to the front, his thin lips parted slightly: "I'm sorry everyone, if there are invitations for the next batch, I will ask for all the black birds, please leave."
Broken and the middle and high-level players of other organizations were all taken aback.
Someone yelled: "My surname is Lin, what do you mean, no one in this batch of your Xuanniao has entered the mobile book, and you want to buy the next batch directly?"
"You don't plan to clear the venue when the invitation comes out, do you?"
Zhao Jingchen: "Xuanniao is not as good as before, why are you, the second in command, still showing off?"
Lin Qing raised her eyes slightly.
"First of all, I know better than you whether anyone in the Xuanniao batch has entered. Secondly," Lin Qing's eyes slowly swept across the other organizations present, and the corners of her mouth curled up little by little, "I don't want to wait Clean up when the invites spill out, I'm — I'm going to clean up now."
"I never like to beat around the bush, so I'll just say it straight. The legendary props in this dungeon are left behind by our master Xuanniao, and the Xuanniao is bound to get it. You may not know my definition of 'is bound to get'—in my hands There are also legendary props, if you don’t leave, that’s fine, I’ll just blow up the legendary props and die with you, and send all the eighteenth-floor players of our Xuanniao in safely.”
He said it calmly, but the audience was in an uproar.
Lin Qing is the myth of the best player who raises the building every time and is almost the best player every time.
He is Xuanniao's second-in-command, a high-level player who owns a few legendary items and has nothing to do with this dozen-level dungeon.
Such a cruel approach is really not worth it. But everyone present who knew a little bit about Lin Qing knew that Lin Qing was always gentle, his black pupils were like a deep pool, he couldn't think about it, he couldn't forget it, but this person was extremely ruthless in his bones.
When the knife is in the sheath, it is blunt, but when it is out of the sheath, it is like a sharp blade cutting iron, without breaking or closing.
He can do it.
"... No matter how you shoot the arrow, the split space doesn't respond?" Yan Wei gasped for breath, speaking very fast, "Yan Mingguang and the others didn't get any reply from the walkie-talkie, I believe they will not respond even if something happens to them." It will be so fast, the place they are dragged to should be a different space from the place we are in, and they can only find a way to come back from that place."
"So next, someone must go in again to find a way to help them break the situation, and when they go in, they must ensure that they are pulled in without being killed by ghost hands. Zhou Tian, since you have calculated the air flow rate here, there may be some Regular, can you know exactly how long it will take for the space to split again?"
After learning everything from Lin Zhen, Yan Wei ran to the plank road.
The ability to use the burst of perception previously consumed a lot of his physical strength. He is sitting on the wooden chair on the plank road, leaning against the back of the chair, breathing rapidly, his cheeks are slightly red, and his complexion is indeed quite pale.
Zhou Tian kept writing numbers with a pen and paper in her hand, and said in her mouth: "Lin Zhen tried many times just now, but violence can't tear this piece apart again, so I can only hope for the law. The air flow rate in seconds, the temperature change in this area, the light refraction angle movement and air humidity, roughly calculate a time curve. If I am not mistaken, in another seven minutes and six seconds, the air condition here will reach forest In the case of Zhen's accident, Yan Mingguang and Yu Feizhou's attack, those ghost hands are very likely to appear again. It is now six minutes and fifty-eight seconds... "
Lin Zhen sat on the other side, and Gao Ming was bandaging the wound on his shoulder.
He said: "Little pet, you take Zhou Tian and Gaoming to hide here first, and if it is evening, go back to Yuemang dormitory according to the original plan to arrange the remaining bell nets. Me, Yan Mingguang hasn't fought with me yet, I haven't seen enough of Yu Feizhou's idiot expression, so I'll go in and get them."
Yan Wei took a few deep breaths again, and when his breathing calmed down, he raised his eyebrows and said angrily, "You are the only one who can take them out?"
"What do you mean? Otherwise, I will fight with you first, and I will go in after I win. With your skill, seven minutes is more than enough to finish you, and seven seconds is too much for me."
Gao Ming took care of Lin Zhen's wound completely. Lin Zhen's all-black clothes were smeared with invisible blood, but he didn't show any abnormality. He gripped his pitch-black longbow again, with the veins on the back of his hand protruding slightly, and tried to pull the bowstring.
"Tsk, the wound is treated well." He said.
Yan Wei got up, and took out the self-defense dagger he exchanged in the mall from the storage bar on the information panel. The blade sliced across the air, making a slight cracking sound.
"Save your body index and go to Yuemang. The only thing we know about the place where Yan Mingguang and the others were dragged in is that there may be many ordinary ghosts—after all, there are many ghosts. As for the others, I don't know, but I am sure." It can't be cracked by violence, but if the limbs are developed, you think Yan Mingguang and Yu Feizhou haven't heard anything from us yet?"
Lin Zhen paused the hand holding the longbow.
Zhou Tian reminded: "There are still five minutes and twenty-nine seconds."
Lin Zhen leaned back in the chair, raised his eyelids, Yan Wei's straight back was reflected in his dark red pupils.
half an hour.
He whistled, and said casually: "Yan Wei, I knew what kind of person you are since the last dungeon, we are the same, self-arrogant or even conceited. Oh, even if it is a favor, it is also Yan Wei. Ming Guang and Yu Feizhou saved my favor, you have a clear conscience. You have long known in your heart that it is not worth it to take huge risks to do thankless good deeds. Stop pretending here, and wait for me to take you outside. These two people who got lost and didn't know where to come out."
Yan Wei turned to look at him.
"Oh, so we're the same people, coming to the conclusion that I shouldn't be in, you should be in? You're failing logic."
Lin Zhen choked.
For a moment, Yan Wei raised his eyebrows: "I am really selfish, but since I entered this mobile book, I have been doing things that are absolutely impossible under reason. You are indeed arrogant and arrogant, but this time you really came in alone Take legendary props and challenge the nineteenth-floor mobile book? You don’t belong to any organization on the surface, but you actually brought in a group of mysterious bird members pretending to be lone wolf players, thinking I can’t see it?”
"And who said that it is not cost-effective to go in? As long as I go in, I will be able to crack it."
"Big words."
"Smarter than you."
Zhou Tian said again: "Forty-six seconds."
Gao Ming raised his hand: "How about I go in—"
Yan Wei and Lin Zhen turned their heads to look at him at the same time, and said in unison: "You stay well!"
Gao Ming shrank his neck and immediately put down his hand.
Lin Zhen glanced at the watch on his wrist, the second hand was swinging little by little, and the flow of air around him seemed to be slowly distorting.
Zhou Tian: "Thirty seconds."
The second hand swings.
"Tick-tack-"
"Tick-tack-"
"Tick-tack-"
"..."
Yan Wei and Lin Zhen had already stood at the place where the ghost hand would appear before.
Zhou Tian began to count down: "Three... two..."
Lin Zhen glanced at Yan Wei: "Hey, little pet, if you can bring out my two saviors this time, I won't fight with you in the future."
"It's as if you are looking for me now, and I care about you."
"one!"
Ahead, the air fluctuated suddenly, and countless ghost hands extended from the illusory air at this moment.
Lin Zhen took precautions this time, cleverly dodged all the nails coming towards his flesh, hung on a ghost hand that was retracting, and disappeared from Yan Wei's eyes in an instant.
Yan Wei's body index was not high, he didn't dodge at all, he just used the dagger to block the ghostly hand that was grabbing at his heart. While taking out the flower ball props that can instantly heal wounds, he didn't move, letting the ghost hand pierce his arm and pull him in instantly.
dizzy.
The moment he landed, Yan Wei had just used flower ball props to heal the place where he was scratched by the ghost's hand, and the surrounding aura surrounded him with a feeling that Yan Wei was familiar with but couldn't explain why. At this moment, he felt as if something wanted to emerge in his mind, but he couldn't grasp the source.
He was in a daze for a moment before he could see his surroundings clearly.
Around him and Lin Zhen, there were densely packed ghost hands dancing—just ghost hands.
There are no ghosts or corpses as they guessed here, only one after another of cold and pale ghost hands covered with corpse spots.