Behind him, the man in the peaked cap who has turned into a puppet has hit the barrier cut by the moon several times. It is impossible for ordinary puppets to break through the legendary props, but Yan Wei's own ability is limited, and he will soon be unable to hold on in an instant.
His face turned pale, and the person standing in front of him looked at him and smiled at him.
It was a face that was exactly the same as his, and even the whole body's attire and temperament were no different from his. Yan Wei looked at the unknown "thing" in front of him, his thoughts were disrupted for a moment, and the moon wheel in his hand trembled slightly.
The puppet behind him rushed forward, and Yan Wei hurriedly turned sideways to avoid it.
Under inertia, the puppet ran to the middle of the two.
Through the puppet, Yan Wei still looked at the "person" who was exactly like him. Even though his rationality tells him that he should turn around and run in the opposite direction, after a while, Yan Mingguang will definitely arrive—positioning props are no longer prohibited in the castle, and he just gave Yan Mingguang his seat. But suddenly "I" was standing in front of him, Yan Wei was still subconsciously stunned.
And when the puppet came between the two, it seemed to have stopped for a while because of the sudden addition of two targets, and then went directly towards another "Yan Wei".
The intelligence of the puppet is obviously not high, it seems to attack the two "Yan Wei" indiscriminately, it doesn't care who is who, it just always rushes towards the nearest one. Regardless of whether the puppet turned into by the peaked cap man is a good puppet or an evil puppet, if there is a difference in strength between puppets, the peaked cap man should be just an ordinary one, without too terrible strength at all. Maybe Yan Wei can't fight it head-on, but he has been avoiding it I can hold out for a while without fighting.
There seemed to be some noises coming from the rooms on both sides of the corridor. The players living inside must have known the movement outside, but they were already players on the forty or so floors, and no one would come out rashly at this time.
Yan Wei stood still and took a breath, then lowered his head and glanced at the number light under his feet - "29". There are also puppets wandering everywhere on the second floor. Although the castle is huge, there might be some puppets who don't know whether it's good or evil will appear in a while.
He should take the opportunity to run now.
But Yan Wei stood where he was, looking ahead. I saw that exactly the same self raised his hand, and a round of incomplete moon appeared in the palm of "him", drawing a barrier around "him".
Yan Wei's expression froze immediately - even the moon wheel and skills were exactly the same as his!
People cannot see their full self. Even if they can see their own face with the help of a mirror, people can only see themselves at a certain angle through their eyes alone. Only with the help of images, can we see the whole picture of ourselves recorded by the images. It was the first time for Yan Wei to see himself completely, this familiar yet unfamiliar feeling made him tremble, and he felt chills all over his body.
His eyes were slightly fixed, and his mind was full of thoughts. Relying on the fact that even if he became a puppet, he would not die today, Yan Wei actually didn't care about the puppet that the man in the peaked cap turned into, staring at the person in front of him and shouted in a deep voice: "Who are you?"
The person in front of him dodged the puppet's attack in embarrassment, ran towards him, staggered and rolled on the ground.
Later, Yan Wei heard a familiar voice that was also panting: "Who are you?"
Yan Wei's eyes sank, he dodged the cap man's hand, took out a dart, and threw it at another Yan Wei!
At least he had practiced with Yan Mingguang for a long time. With such a short distance, the dart was heading towards the neck of another Yan Wei without any mistakes, and the sharp blade was about to get stuck in the throat of the person who was exactly like him. But the incomplete moon wheel in the man's hand turned again, the space in front of the neck was divided, and the dart was stuck in mid-air for a moment, and "Yan Wei" turned sideways, dodging the dart in a nick of time.
During the movement, Yan Wei saw a small black spot on the opponent's ear - it was the walkie-talkie he used to communicate with Yan Mingguang, Lin Zhen and Yu Feizhou. This person who suddenly appeared, exactly like him, even owns the same props as he owns, at this moment, even Yan Wei himself has no way to discover the difference between him and this person.
He was suddenly taken aback.
What exactly is going on
There are good and evil puppets in the puppet castle. He has known this for a long time. Before falling asleep at night, what he thought about was how to catch the puppets and how to exchange gold coins for his own puppets. of myself. The same appearance, the same action habits, the same attire, and even the same props and skills...
Is this one of the golem castle puzzles
In this treacherous and changeable castle, apart from the puppets turned into by the players who died in the maze, there is also an identical himself. What does this have to do with a copy of the Golem Castle? Is it just him, or...
everyone
The castle has three floors.
The first floor is a hall full of steps, the second floor is one corridor after another and the guest rooms located in it, and the third floor is one spacious glass room after another. Through the glass wall, under the faint light, you can see some strange things inside. Some are big scissors stained with blood, some are eyeballs floating in transparent liquid, and there are those giant sewing machines...
The entire third floor was filled with the smell of rancid blood.
The castle has lost the warm yellow lights all over the place, and one after another black crows hover outside the castle. Through the window, they pull down one after another dense black shadows, which makes the third layer of silence even more eerie. terror.
Yan Mingguang was standing in a corridor that was already covered with broken glass due to his hands.
The shards of glass didn't seem to bother him at all. He just stepped on the shards bit by bit, mopping the ground with a long whip in his hand, making a crackling sound. His normally clean eyes drooped slightly at this moment, and there was a little blood on the lens, which made him even colder.
In the distance, there was the sound of fighting one after another.
After midnight, more than one player fought against the puppet. Yan Mingguang is just one of them, and Yan Wei is just one of them.
As the man in black said, when the game starts, players and puppets are both hunters and hunters. Some people have nothing in their rooms, and some people have fought with the puppets all the way to the third floor or the first floor. Yan Mingguang didn't move his seat just now, but he just stared at his feet. The digital light showing the number of puppets within 300 meters was slowly beating—a symbol that the number of players who became puppets was increasing.
Yan Wei's voice came from the intercom hidden in his ear: [... Are you awake? Dead ice! ! Yan Mingguang! ! Teacher Yan! ! Whether you save people or turn them into puppets, it all depends on how fast you wake up! ! ! ... Teacher Yan, where did you go?]
The young man's tone was very hasty, accompanied by the sound of fast footsteps and the sound of running wind, it was obvious that he was being chased by something.
Yan Wei obviously believed him very much, and without waiting for his response, Yan Wei immediately sent him a general location using the props function of the walkie-talkie.
Yan Mingguang's pure black eyes suddenly sank, his expression moved slightly, but his eyes became more and more invisible, and the hand holding the long whip was gradually exerting force without knowing it, and the veins on the back of his hand bulged. He frowned slightly, heard the voice from the thing hidden in the dark, and whispered to Yan Wei: [... wait for me.]
He paused.
Suddenly, the long whip was swung violently, with a rustling sound, breaking the glass in front of Yan Mingguang's left in an instant.
The glass shattered to the ground, and the whip headed towards the figure hiding in the corner. The next moment, the person hiding in the dark did not retreat, but took a step forward, and there was another rustling sound of a long whip piercing the air—
The two whips collided at that moment!
However, Yan Mingguang completely lost his calm posture just now. Instead, he pressed on quickly, with sharp hands. The man was forced by him to completely let go of the beating, but after a while, the two of them fought outside again from the glass room full of various bloody tools. Under the dim light in the aisle, the man's appearance was also more obvious than before.
It was a man with silver hair, tall and straight, holding a long whip. He wore a pair of gold-rimmed glasses, and his black eyes behind the lenses were extremely cold.
Exactly the same as Yan Mingguang. Whether it's appearance, strength, or even props, this person also has them.
But Yan Mingguang looked at the person in front of him, compared to the surprise of other players seeing similar people, his expression was less surprised and more disdainful.
The other Yan Mingguang obviously also heard what Yan Wei said on the walkie-talkie. He and Yan Mingguang exchanged glances, turned around and were about to run towards the stairs on the second floor. Yan Mingguang didn't have the same reaction. He flicked the long whip in his hand again, hooked it to a railing in front, and instantly jumped in front of this fake Yan Mingguang with the force of the whip.
"You can't learn from me," he said.
When he heard Yan Wei calling for help, he would not put down the difficult environment in front of him immediately, and run to the second floor to save people with his other fake self. Because he has confidence in Yan Wei. He will only get rid of the fakes in front of him first, eliminate hidden dangers, and then go to Yan Wei alone.
Before Yan Mingguang finished his sentence, he shot again. The other Yan Mingguang also threw out the long whip at the same time, but at the moment when the long whip swung in front of Yan Mingguang, he didn't dodge for a moment.
The next moment, the skill of living from death was suddenly activated.
Yan Mingguang suddenly exploded, and the long whip in his hand was instantly withdrawn from the black ring, replaced by a long double-edged knife. The long knife went away with a sharp edge, and the moment it reached the opponent's eyes, the opponent seemed to have activated the skill of living to death.
But Yan Mingguang's movements didn't stop.
The data blessing brought by life to death has reached its peak, Yan Mingguang's complexion is only slightly paler, but his body data actually increased a little at this moment.
Until the knife blade cut the throat of the person with the same face as himself, another Yan Mingguang's indifferent eyes flashed a rare surprise, and his cold voice was hoarse and broken because of the cut throat: "...you are not bound by dungeon rules."
Yan Mingguang just retracted the long knife indifferently, and the blade crossed the cuff horizontally, wiping away the blood. He turned around, stepped over the glass shards all over the floor, and ran quickly to the second floor.