Can such a move by the Duke really stimulate the players? Yes, it was really exciting.
In the corridor on the second floor, Jiang Xiaoli and the others encountered a fight when they passed by and tried to go to the third floor. The two teams of players clashed. However, after they broke in, the two teams were in tacit understanding and stopped, watching the three of them and one ghost vigilantly.
At that moment, Jiang Xiaoli really wanted to say "Excuse me, please continue and leave us alone", but the effect of saying this may not be very good. They also walked upstairs quickly. The third floor should be the place where the Duke often stays.
The third floor is very dark, and the distance between the lights is so long that there is a section of the corridor that is dark. But the light can be seen both front and back.
"It seems that very few players come up to the third floor." Luo Mingjie looked around and suddenly sighed.
"After all, it's the place where the Duke always lives." Wei Qianrong replied.
A large bedroom with a long coffin in a dark room.
The room has almost no special furnishings, so it looks very empty. A bat hangs quietly upside down on the stand, seemingly watching them.
... nothing special, after walking around the third floor, I think it's nothing more than that.
However, those players didn't dare to go up to the third floor. If they don't meet the Duke, the third floor is a very clean and undisturbed place.
"How long will this game last?" When I went downstairs, the two groups of players who were fighting in the aisle on the second floor had disappeared. I guess they were disturbed by them, and they were afraid that if they continued to fight, someone would take advantage of them. If you don't count the infighting among the players, only one person in the room will die every day. Jiang Xiaoli didn't think that other players would survive the Duke's pursuit, so almost one person would die every night.
What if the players in that room have been resisting? The Duke didn't kill anyone in that team of players until breakfast during the day, so would the Duke chase and kill that team of players during the day
[Yes, unless the Duke takes the initiative to change the target. Otherwise, you will die endlessly. ]
The sound that suddenly appeared in Jiang Xiaoli's mind startled her, and after reacting, she realized that it should be the sound of the game! God, is the game really conscious? Or did you keep watching yourself? Jiang Xiaoli thought wildly, but the sound of the game never appeared again.
Comes and goes without a trace, who knows when will invade the player's consciousness and read the player's thoughts...God
The sudden explanation that the game gave Jiang Xiaoli made Jiang Xiaoli excited for a while. After calming down for a while, she shared the news with her teammates. Li Hongying had no interest in the Duke's actions, but only despised the game's operation that suddenly read Jiang Xiaoli's thoughts and gave an explanation.
'It seems that the game is really playing something on you. ' Li Hongying's voice sounded in Jiang Xiaoli's heart.
Otherwise, the game wouldn't care so much about a player. You must know that there are tens of thousands of copies of the escape game, and the number of players is even larger. It is impossible for the game to be idle enough to read the thoughts of an ordinary player at will and explain it kindly.
It's just that no matter what the chess game is, Jiang Xiaoli has no other good way to change the current situation except to wait and see the follow-up.
Wei Qianrong and Luo Mingjie didn't ask Jiang Xiaoli why he knew this, Luo Mingjie didn't talk about his thoughts, Wei Qianrong also vaguely felt it. After all, it is impossible for ordinary players to get the help of ghosts at the level of the sky. Jiang Xiaoli's smooth journey almost all depends on Li Hongying, the red-clothed ghost. The dungeon rewards she got later are quite satisfactory, but as long as the red-clothed novice book is mentioned, it is enough to know that Jiang Xiaoli is unusual.
Forming a team with Jiang Xiaoli can also be favored by the game and luck. As for whether it will be involved in some conspiracy disputes in the future, that is also a matter of the future. It can be regarded as some price paid for today's choice. — This is Wei Qianrong's idea.
There was a crisp sound of "snap".
Countless fragments splashed everywhere. Jiang Xiaoli and the others were still on the stairs when they saw a large vase being thrown down from a height. The vase shattered all over the floor. A team of players passed by on the first floor. , I am afraid that even the slightest will be seriously injured. Even so, some of them were cut by splinters.
"Damn! Who did it?" There was an angry curse, but the instigator upstairs was nowhere to be seen. Those players were desperate, but they had no choice but to swallow their anger and leave in a hurry.
... Alas, say this castle construction. The top floor of the restaurant can be regarded as the top of the fourth floor. If the people on the second and third floors make any tricks, the people on the first floor can hardly dodge.
It suddenly occurred to Jiang Xiaoli that although the Duke didn't come to the dining room that first day, he might be quietly watching them and the players upstairs somewhere. It's like watching the beasts locked in the arena, waiting for them to be unbearable and start fighting.
…
"Hey, girl, alone?" The three male players approached a female player standing in the garden, and there were two female players behind them, but the two female players just stood outside the garden with their arms folded, looking from the sidelines. , Or the state of letting the wind go.
"This is a multiplayer dungeon, do you think I'm alone?" The female player smiled coquettishly, without a hint of fear on her face. She was wearing simple and light sportswear, which did not match the environment of the castle. It stands to reason that each player in each dungeon will change into the clothes corresponding to that dungeon. For example, every player in this dungeon is wearing a suit or dress, looking like a guest in this castle. Even Li Hongying came to this dungeon and deliberately changed her clothes to blend in with the environment.
"... The situation doesn't seem right?" One of the male players couldn't help muttering.
"What are you afraid of, she is alone!"
The spirit-calling banner floated above the head of the player among the three, and the male player on the left took out a miniature long sword model from his pocket, flicked it lightly, and it became larger in the air, becoming the size of a normal long sword. Hold it firmly in your hand.
"Don't blame us, blame you for leaving the team alone in this dungeon—"
"Okay, if you want to kill, hurry up! Don't let other players come over." The two female players watching couldn't stand it anymore, and urged them aloud. Mo Mo Ha Ha Mo Mo Mo Ha Ha, those who didn't know thought they saw the right eye with that female player and couldn't bear to do it.
"That's right, it will be inconvenient if another player comes over." The woman in sportswear laughed, moved her body a little, and raised her hand to caress her face. Every inch she touched, the appearance of her hand changed accordingly. Changed, and when he opened his eyes again, the momentum of his whole body changed drastically.
"Do you know... Do you get any punishment for violating the rules and killing more people? I know~"
"I will share the pain at the moment of your death, and your soul will be cramped for more than three hours." She laughed lowly, "And I enjoy that pain very much—"
The woman had strange red blood streaks all over her body, and she rushed forward quickly, trying to intercept the attack of the player with the long sword with her bare hands, and the long sword directly slashed at her hand, exposing the bones. But the woman's expression became more and more crazy, and she became more excited when she saw the blood. Several long tentacles emerged from her waist, with red as the background color and black lines. The lines were similar to the blood lines on her body. remarkably similar—
"Kill, can't kill... Where's the talisman?"
"It doesn't work! The talisman has no effect on her! What is she?!"
"monster… "
…
The long sword can chop off those tentacles, and it can also cause damage to the woman, but none of these seem to affect the woman. Even though she bled and almost wet the sportswear, she seemed to feel the pain completely, and instead became more and more excited.
Morbidly insane.
…
With blood-stained hands, he picked up the long sword on the ground that had shrunk to half the size of his palm. The owner of the hand hummed an out-of-tune tune, and gathered up the talismans and other props scattered on the ground. Flashlight? Evocation flag? Jade pendant? Pick and choose.
"Five times injured? Are you okay?" A male voice interjected. The man who rushed over was wearing the same suit and dress as most of the male players. He looked at the corpse and the mess on the ground, and at the woman who was obviously mentally abnormal. She couldn't help frowning and caring: "You will die like this."
"Oh, I just... can't die." The woman sneered, looking at the props on the ground, "Yang Zixuan, see if there is anything you need, just take it."
The props of five players are considered a good fortune. The woman slowly took off the sweat jacket that was dripping with blood, not bothering to take the props anymore, her steps were wobbly and unsteady, and she staggered towards the player's room.
"..." Yang Zixuan stood on the spot looking at the props without saying a word, watching the woman disappear at the end of his sight. He lowered his head and looked at the stream of blood on the ground. How much of the blood on the sweatshirt was the enemy's and how much was her own? All crazy.
Yang Zixuan touched his face and sighed. Bending down to pick up props one by one, he didn't miss any of them and put them all together. It's just that it was not bound immediately, but simply put away and held. Holding Manman in his arms, he walked to their room.
He joined an organization that was considered terrifying and insane in the eyes of others. Every player in the organization is a lunatic. Except for players who want to participate in large-scale dungeons, no one in the organization wants to march in a team. Even if they participate in large-scale dungeons, only three players enter the game every time.
They are all enjoying killing and pursuing death. Whether it is letting others die or letting themselves die, pain and blood are their favorite. Yang Zixuan didn't really get used to it at first, and he just met that woman when he joined this organization. He also happened to have a mask, and the woman felt that his abilities were similar to her own, so instead of killing him, she invited him to join the organization.
"We're one of a kind."
That's what the invitation says.
Walking into the castle, Yang Zixuan felt that many players were looking at him. But he didn't fluctuate. Although he doesn't like to kill people, his hands are not clean. After all, he joined that organization, and he also has to do something that is in line with his interests. Until he turned a corner and walked into the aisle of the room where the players were resting, he suddenly saw a familiar player. It was the second time he had met in the game—two "teammates"