Deng Chun gritted his teeth and ran with all his strength, ignoring the moans and whispers behind him.
He couldn't judge the distance between the flying mask and himself at the moment. He could only increase his speed to the fastest, promote the excessive secretion of adrenaline, and redistribute the energy of blood and blood in the body - even in a dream game, this was necessary. It makes sense, right
As it ran, the airship vibrated. However, there are no clear changing factors in the dream, so it may be the influence of the real world.
The distant one may be the conflict between the Amaterasu Order and the "god on earth", while the closer one may be Tool No. 4 banging on the door.
But no matter what the situation is, in the real world, he is in a state of sleep and has no resistance to any adverse changes.
As the game mission message describes, all he can rely on is the difference in time flow between the dream game and the real world... Oh, there is also a "shaky barrier" that he can't understand at all.
As far as Deng Chun can understand, the time flow rate between the dream game and the real world is about 7:1. In other words, one minute has passed in the real world, and seven minutes have passed in the dream game.
Of course, according to the prompt information, this flow rate difference should not be constant and may be fast or slow. But as long as this difference exists, it can buy him time to complete this task that is either life-saving or ultimately proved to be "boring".
Deng Chun couldn't just focus on running. He had to consider the troublesome permission gates that appeared on the road map.
Most of them have restricted entrances and exits like the two-way elevator he took before. Now that Bai Xinyan is gone, how to deal with it is also a headache that will make your brain explode if you think about it.
At present, the only way Deng Chun can think of is to give instructions to the housekeeper again:
"Excluding all elevators, I want to take the safe passage."
The smart butler still carried out his instructions very faithfully. This logic is quite absurd when you think about it carefully.
Deng Chun couldn't care about so much. He nervously absorbed the information on the new road map.
, and plan an escape route within the next half minute based on your own position...
He overestimated himself a little. As soon as he calmed down, he realized that if the elevator route was excluded, he seemed to have escaped!
Without even having time to think carefully, Deng Chun suddenly braked and turned around. He staggered and pushed the wall, and used his strength to catapult towards the fire door that he had just missed.
It was this time when he turned back that he saw the mask floating in the corridor that had been completely dyed in dark gold.
The distance between him and the mask is never more than five meters.
And this temporary turn that could have been avoided also shortened the distance between the two sides by more than half.
Probably because the dark golden fluid has been filled up, there will be no further injection. The thin tube attached to the back of the mask has also returned to its translucent and semi-empty state, and is almost invisible under the influence of the chaotic light.
But just the cold gaze from the mask made Deng Chun's heart stop instantly.
Fortunately, the inertia of his body was large enough, so he almost rubbed the edge of the mask, twisted and rushed, knocked open the fire door, and ran down the stairs, rolling and crawling.
The lights in the stairwell lit up layer by layer with the sound of his hasty and loud footsteps, and behind him was the roar of the fire door closing automatically. But even with such noise, I still couldn't get rid of the sigh in my ears:
"Twenty-seven, don't you want to get rid of the fate of chickens and dogs?"
Of course I do!
That's why you have to run away, otherwise wouldn't you usher in a fate that is a hundred times more miserable than that of "chickens and dogs"
At this time, Deng Chun once again recognized the limits of his abilities.
In such a desperate run, the route he could plan could only be within the next two to three seconds at most. After that, it was beyond the scope of his memory and reaction.
"Run two more flights of stairs, open the fire door, and run to the left... left, left!"
With this thought, Deng Chun jumped down more than ten steps without even standing firm before pulling the fire door open.
He took the handle and squeezed out of the crack of the door.
After all, the rhythms of pushing apart and pulling apart are different, and the latter is slower. This also makes the suspected distance, which is completely uncertain, seem to be shrinking further...
real!
Deng Chun didn't look back, but he clearly felt that his entire tailbone was soaked with cold, as if something was sliding over it - from bottom to top, even touching the back of his head, and then again He let out a sigh of contentment.
"Ahhh!"
Screaming is a release of emotions and a stimulation of courage.
Deng Chun finally successfully rushed out of the fire door and rushed through a corridor. The next thing he found was a rather wide hall.
This is a split-level design. The upper and lower floors are directly connected and should be used as a banquet hall. From a distance, the light is dim, and the bright lights in the activated state cannot be seen, but it looks eerie.
But when Deng Chun rushed over, the area was covered by penetrating sunlight.
He didn't think about the meaning behind it, without hesitation, he jumped over the railing and towards the lower area.
At this moment, the shaking of the airship space became even more violent.
Deng Chun still didn't know what was happening in the real world. His body was falling, and the air flow from his face blocked his mouth and nose, making him feel a little suffocated.
He didn't care about these things, he was just ready to roll on the ground, release his force and accelerate again.
However, the distance between the polished ground and him suddenly became fixed at a certain moment.
Yes, at this moment, Deng Chun condensed in the air only one or two meters from the ground.
The force of inertia continued downward, penetrating his internal organs, causing his body to curl up and make him want to vomit.
In fact, pure physical effects will not have such an effect. What really works is the sudden burst of fear:
Mask, got me!
Deng Chun didn't know the cause and effect of this process at all. He didn't know if it was because he lost strength and slowed down after running all the way, so he was captured by the mask; or if it was the ugly rotten flesh jellyfish old father far away in the rescue room who used something else. means…
And these are no longer meaningful.
The cold touch that had touched his spine before spread from the back of his head at this moment. Like one hand, like two hands, or like more cold tentacles, extending from the back of his head to the top of his head, and then to his face.
The sigh is really in my ears:
"Twenty-seven, great, this is the kind of brain I want!"
Deng Chun screamed again. This time he didn't even know what he was screaming. He just vaguely felt that his screams were getting lower and lower and more muffled.
His strength was losing, and at the same time, in the coolness that invaded his spine and head and face, something as heavy as liquid mercury was being injected into him.
His body is solidifying little by little, and the only thoughts he has are still thinking about the dark golden fluid - maybe if he waits for Deng Wei in the rescue room now, he will only be able to survive. The brain was used, and the rest was sucked out!
At the moment, Deng Chun would rather lose all consciousness, but his brain is still very clear.
Perhaps, this is his only value
He could feel that his field of vision was shrinking rapidly, which may be partly due to the injection of dark golden fluid and changes in nerves and blood vessels; the other more obvious part was the mask that was slowly being fastened towards his face.
In the past, Deng Chun had already become accustomed to this feeling when he participated in the Hundun Order's sacrifices or did some field tasks. But it was always him who put the mask on his face, instead of letting that disgusting rotten flesh jellyfish decide his role and his tragic fate in the future like now!
Deng Chun wanted to struggle, but at this time, the sensitivity of his limbs was also declining rapidly. He obviously wanted to raise his hand to block, but no arm was raised for a long time.
Maybe the body below the brain has been sucked clean
Deng Chun screamed again.
It was also at this moment that the mask, which also showed a dark gold texture on the inner layer, was placed squarely on his face, making a "click" sound.
It was not the sound of the inner layer of the wooden mask coming into contact with the flesh, but the impact of similar materials overlapping and squeezing... and then a dull friction sound.
The accompanying vibration made Deng Chun's whole face feel numb.
But just such sounds and vibrations stirred up a little light in the depths of his collapsed heart.
what happened
Suddenly, I had a clear thought: There seemed to be something on my face that blocked that deadly mask!
In this case, what's on the face is most likely a mask...
mask
As if by mistake, Deng Chun thought of some things he had experienced - early yesterday morning, while experiencing the dream game, Mo La and his party were still wondering why he and his companions were all wearing masks on their faces.
It was not put on by Deng Chun and others on their own initiative, but would appear automatically after entering the dream game.
In this regard, the people in Mo La speculated about what the "mark" was.
Deng Chun still doesn't fully understand.
And entering the dream game today, he probably wasn't wearing a mask for the first time, otherwise Bai Xinyan would have expressed it.
Including before... So what
This did not delay him in the slightest from clinging to this little bit of light in a desperate situation!
The mask he brought with him, the "mark" after entering the dream game, most likely came from Lord Baifeng, and even more so from the "god on earth"!
So, that person’s power is actually still blessing him, right
Deng Chun screamed again.
He no longer knew how many times he had made such a hysterical move, but he didn't care about it, as long as it worked.
Amidst such screams, in Deng Chun's mind, various methods and techniques that he had continuously learned and honed in the past ten years and borrowed the power of Lord Baifeng emerged one after another.
He doesn't know if this is useful, he can only believe that it is useful!
In fact, at the moment when he thought about it, the familiar pulse of Lord Baifeng poured in from his face through some unknown channel.
It goes down through the mouth, tongue, and throat, and goes straight into the Dantian of the chest and abdomen; it goes up to the top of the head, and then presses down from the dorsal crest of the back of the head.
Deng Chun felt his body expanding.
The pulse of power from Lord Baifeng and the dark golden fluid that was suspected to be injected by the rotten flesh jellyfish existed in his body at the same time, and used it as a battlefield, clashing fiercely.
It was in this feeling that the body sensation below the head came back, but it was not so familiar.
Because it's too heavy.
Probably affected by the conflict between the two forces, it seemed that in this moment, his weight doubled or tripled, and his whole body was tight, with almost no room left.
It was probably this sudden increase in weight that made it impossible for the dark gold mask and the rotten flesh jellyfish behind it to restrain him in the air.
Deng Chun hit the ground hard and fell to pieces.
He didn't feel pain, but as soon as he touched the ground, he struggled and staggered up and ran towards the door of the banquet hall not far away.
This is an instinctive reaction and also driven by reason.
He knew he was going very, very slowly—he was too heavy now, and the weight he was carrying seemed to continue to increase.
He even suspected that if he ran a few more steps like this, just the force of the ground's rebound would cause his body that had expanded to its limit to explode in an instant.
But so what? Compared with the tragic fate of being a plug-in computer, being shattered into pieces on the road to hope should be a sweet dream!
It was also at this time that he thought of a sentence in the mission prompt message, the last sentence:
You must have the awareness to bear a heavy burden.
I do, absolutely!
[There will be another update tonight.]