Zhong Liyu believed that Lu Qingjia would not overturn the car in such a mere difficulty, but it still did not prevent him from subconsciously worrying about him.
The so-called concern is chaos, that's all.
The barriers of space and time meant nothing to him, and Zhong Liyu could clearly see Lu Qingjia's current situation.
Time seemed to be stretched, and every second seemed extremely long.
At this time, Lu Qingjia moved. He didn't panic because of the unexpected betrayal of his hair and the loss of control of his figure. He was still in free fall.
The calm expression on his face is enough to show his calmness. His arms and fingers are all entangled in hair. The way this ability rebels is very cunning.
As if inheriting the manipulation wisdom of his master of ability, if you want to restrain a person's actions, there will be no flaws and omissions in details.
The entire silt space is dark, although Lu Qingjia, as the owner, can feel the area dynamics and any corners of this space.
The moment Lu Qingjia noticed the betrayal of his hair, his whole body lit up with golden light, obviously exerting the resistance ability of the blood of the gods to the extreme.
Although this limits the invasion time of the hair, the most important point is that the entire space has light when he himself becomes a luminous body.
Where there is light, there is shadow.
He didn't even notice his hair. Lu Qingjia's whole body was not glowing. Although some parts were limited by the hair, some parts were really different from the rest of the body and were in a normal state. .
This reflects his powerful control over his bloodline, and he can even cut his own body.
That part of the unlighted body, under the illumination of the luminous part, cast the shadow on the ground, and suddenly jumped up like this.
This process sounds long, but it actually takes less than a second.
The accident happened so fast, almost at the same time as the hair was betrayed, the shadow pierced into Lu Qingjia's body, and then the dark shadow grabbed something in Lu Qingjia's body like a living thing and dragged it.
A golden pocket watch appeared on the ground, and his hair hurriedly wanted to wrap it around to prevent Lu Qingjia from turning the tables.
But it was too late, that shadow was originally Lu Qingjia's ability. Although the effect was different from the hair, there was no doubt that Lu Qingjia could flexibly manipulate it like an arm.
The tip of the shadow moved the pointer on the gold watch forward, and Lu Qingjia's body time returned to a few minutes before his hair had rebelled.
He lost his restraint and fell from the air.
The shadow retracted under his feet, no longer there.
Lu Qingjia picked up the gold watch on the ground and breathed a sigh of relief, but also felt like the rest of his life.
Although he acts calmly, he is not a god after all, and he cannot be sure whether his judgment is absolutely correct when there is not enough data to refer to at the moment.
Lu Qingjia guessed that the betrayal of ability is not just the same every time, the number and frequency will increase as time approaches the end of the game.
If it is inferred by normal game logic, of course, the ability to betray at this moment will not exceed two at the same time - according to the average value of players of this level.
But nothing can hold up, and at such a critical moment, if the ability he relies on to solve the problem also happens to be mutiny or inaction, then it is really hard to save the gods.
So Lu Qingjia didn't choose to use the ability to rewind time directly, but turned it into a prop for manipulation.
At least temporary indications are that abilities will treachery, but props will not.
After all, props are strictly speaking 'dead objects'.
Lu Qingjia kept replaying his body time, almost an hour or so, to hedge against the time when his ability might be mutinous.
After a while, it was confirmed that the crisis was temporarily away before returning to the ground.
Only in this way, the lunch at noon was considered a waste.
So after Lu Qingjia came out, he took out another bento from the space, carried the cat back to his lap, and put the bento box on it and continued to eat.
The two players breathed a sigh of relief when they saw that Lu Qingjia was fine.
"You were too thrilling just now. Fortunately, your abilities are good. There are two who can restrain each other. At least it's no problem to escape."
Lu Qingjia didn't tell them what happened in the space, only said: "The difficulty this time will not be kind enough to betray one ability at a time."
"Anyway, you should also be prepared. Take a look at your own abilities, and use the numerical arrangement to calculate the possible combination attacks of ability mutiny, and then imagine how to deal with it."
Lu Qingjia's instinctive reaction was extremely fast. The two consecutive betrayals just now did not require him to pre-set in advance. He could save danger just by relying on on-the-spot reactions, and he even had time to ponder the best options.
But others are not necessarily, and it is difficult to accept the betrayal of the ability that he has long relied on as his trump card.
The two twitched the corners of their mouths: "You, you don't mean that you have already made plans, right?"
Lu Qingjia said of course: "It's impossible to cover everything. After all, I have a lot of abilities. If I arrange them numerically, the possibility is less than hundreds of thousands. My brain can't calculate it."
But that doesn't mean he can't react.
Obviously from the beginning of the game, only Lu Qingjia was unlucky, but the two players really felt the difficulty of this dungeon once again.
Because the remaining players are coming, Lu Qingjia and the others are not in a hurry to go out for the time being.
With the coordinates given by Lu Qingjia, it wouldn't take long for them to come here.
Taking advantage of this gap, Lu Qingjia took out the lamp oil he had grabbed from the man.
Looking at this thing, he said: "I always feel that the lamp is not the key, this is."
"Why do you think so?" Player Unlimited dipped the three lamps of lamp oil that Lu Qingjia took out of the space, and put it under his nose to smell it: "I have a strong sense of smell, but I don't smell any sinister smell."
"It's right if you can't smell it." Lu Qingjia said: "If you can see the evil at a glance, then the previous players will not be stupid enough to order something like this for themselves."
The village said that the natal lamp is the natal lamp? What if it was a curse instead? The only thing players need is suspicion.
Lu Qingjia stretched out his hand to the lamp oil to activate his uncle's abilities, but the lamp oil did not change.
This is enough to show that these lamp oils are not strictly dead things, at least up to now, their increase, decrease and disappearance are associated with living things—or, to be more prepared, with living people.
This is in line with its nature.
Lu Qingjia combined the gold watch with his uncle's abilities again, and this time there was a change visible to the naked eye.
After Lu Qingjia stopped outputting his abilities, the two players looked at the three things on the table in awe.
First, they were horrified by Lu Qingjia's powerful abilities. As far as they had seen, time, space, and powerful natural abilities had all been taken up. Although they were all intermediate players, they were not at the same level.
Even if the other party has already participated in an exchange student copy, this is-
Especially the Infinite players, all their players are locked in Infinite City, and they have seen many senior players. Lu Qingjia's strength is already stronger than many senior players, right
What followed was the horror of the raw materials separated by the retrospective of lamp oil.
Because at this time, the three parts of lamp oil had turned into three lumps of fat with skin, and there were bloodshots on them.
Looking at the characteristics and delicacy of the skin, it is obviously human skin. In other words, this is three pieces of human flesh, which is obviously corpse oil made from human fat.
And next to the fat are small bits and pieces, such as hair, nails, or a few drops of blood.
Lu Qingjia picked up the strand of hair next to her own portion of the lamp oil 'material', and a camera-sized machine appeared in her hand.
"What is this?" the extreme player asked.
"This is a genetic tester." Infinite players knew the hot-selling products in their own mall, and said quite sourly: "But this thing is expensive and not cost-effective, and it can't be used for general tasks, unless the points are too many to burn your hands. The rich, or technical players, otherwise no one will buy it."
While speaking, Lu Qingjia's test results had already come out.
"My hair is mine." Lu Qingjia said, and then compared the two players.
The nails in front of the extreme player are also his, and the blood in front of the infinite player is definitely his.
Even the Infinite Player opened his leg and saw a fresh big scar on his knee, like a new injury from a few months ago. Of course, it has no effect at this time, but judging from the hideous degree of the scar, it can be seen that it was flowing at the beginning. Lots of blood.
Lu Qingjia smiled: "Great discovery, it seems that people determine the number of sacrifices much earlier than I guessed. I thought it should be within half a month, or within a month."
"Who would have thought that half a year ago or even earlier, which players should be in the next session has been determined."
Since the oil lamp can become the player's natal lamp, it can be used to spy on whether the player is still alive, it must be related to the player, there is no doubt about this.
As a result, the body tissues belonging to each of their characters were decomposed into lamp oil refined from corpse oil. The village was far away from the city, and the young people never came back. The process of collecting body tissues was not a short-term task. .
"There are now two conclusions to draw from here."
"One, the so-called "moving out of the village and being cursed" was originally a conspiracy. Maybe it was really just a curse at the beginning, but at least now the village is involved and has a lot of authority in the middle."
"Second, there are people outside, who are betrayer who colluded with the village."
"Three, the whereabouts of the bodies of previous players have been found."
"Is this the player's corpse?" The first two were not surprised, after all, it was similar to their guess, but in the end it was terrifying.
Lu Qingjia looked at the three pieces of body fat on the table and nodded: "Even now, there is still a trace of spiritual power on it, which is impossible for ordinary people to possess."
"Of course this may be the reason why players' corpses are used to make corpse oil."
Lu Qingjia is now far more sensitive to spiritual power than other players of the same level. He can feel it, and he can also tell if there is an ability on his bracelet, but it doesn't need to be said.
All in all, today is a good day.
At around four in the afternoon, the other players also arrived.
When other players entered the mountain village, their mobile phones lost their signal, but there was still an infinite player inside. He had that kind of signal receiver, and he got in touch with Lu Qingjia and the others as soon as possible.
The village still welcomed the arrival of another batch of players.
When Lu Qingjia and the others arrived, someone had already taken them to the ancestral hall and began to pay homage to the mountain god.
It's just that these players are relatively honest and go through the motions.
When Lu Qingjia and the others arrived, the man had already placed a few lit lamps on the bottom row of the altar. Seeing Lu Qingjia, his face swept away the suffocation in the morning, and smiled at him with relief.
Lu Qingjia also smiled at him. After seeing several players worshipping the mountain god, he asked, "Speaking of which, we are always talking about us."
"Although our ancestors did things improperly and are now punished. But the village must have taken a warning from then on, and became more and more pious and humble towards the mountain god?"
"Seeing that the sacrifice is coming, why don't I see the atmosphere of the arrangement at this moment?"
The man's smile froze, and he looked at the village chief, and the village chief explained, "Who said that? We are preparing, but the time has not come, and it is not lively yet."
"Is that so? Can I go take a look?" Lu Qingjia said.
"What are you looking at?" The man frowned, obviously a little impatient with this man's harassment.
Lu Qingjia said: "Speaking of which, we are also considered sacrifices. Shouldn't we say hello to the sacrifices selected by the village itself? Anyway, when we arrive at the mountain god, we will take care of each other in the future."
"Although we are of the same family, it is a pity that we have not been able to grow up together since childhood. Even though blood is thicker than water, our feelings are flat. Why not take this opportunity to get closer?"
When Lu Qingjia said this, there were many villagers around.
Although this village, like most closed villages, prioritizes sons over daughters, there is still a boy in the sacrifice. It doesn't matter if the girl's parents are the parents of the boy.
He hurriedly said: "Chengchengcheng, my family's Shuanzi's life is not good, and I have to serve Lord Mountain God a few years before he came to the world."
"His personality is out of naughty. He will be better at home. Sooner or later, he will get into trouble. With your brothers and sisters taking care of this, we can be considered as parents."
The village chief and the man didn't have time to speak, and the group was about to pass together.
Lu Qingjia even took out a camera from his body and said to them, "Can I film the whole sacrifice?"
"Don't look at me like this, I'm still a fan of custom documentaries. If my parents had told me that there was this ancient traditional sacrifice in my hometown, I would have come back earlier, and I wouldn't have to wait until now."
"Although I may not survive this month, it's a good life to leave something of value before I die."
"What are you shooting?" the village chief said angrily: "No shooting! Do you want to kill the entire village?"
No matter how closed it is, you still know that it is illegal to sacrifice a living person.
Lu Qingjia smiled and said, "Then how can it be? I just think that fake gods are in power in this world, and most of them are liars under the pretense."
"Our mountain gods are real manifestations. Since we have this ability, why should we be confined to the mountains? I hope the brilliance of the mountain gods will illuminate the earth."
"This is your fault, you can't limit a god to this for your own selfish desires, so that our village can enjoy the blessings of the mountain gods forever. This is humility to say it nicely, but it is not the essence of it. Imprisonment?"
After speaking, he sighed with sincerity: "It's so pitiful."
"What's the pity?" The village chief was so angry that his face flushed: "Why don't you pity yourself first? There's less than half a month left to live, can't you eat and drink under serious consideration? Are you poor?"
"What do I have to be pitiful for?" Lu Qingjia said with a straight face: "I was interested in religion since I was a child, but I was disappointed in the end of my research. My lifelong dream is to see the true God and serve."
"My dream has come true, and I have made a contribution to my fathers and my fellow villagers. How could I be pitiful when it comes to your mouth?"
Lu Qingjia looked at them with suspicion and accusation, and said, "Your beliefs are not sincere. So you think that's how you treat people who sacrificed? Do you think it's pitiful to serve the mountain god? Huh?"
The speech of this fanatical religious person actually put the two of them on fire.
The surrounding villagers looked at the village chief with dissatisfaction: "His uncle, why do you say that?"
"Don't you always say that you are lucky when you persuade our children? Where's the pity?"
The village chief felt the difficulty of the shit stick now, and he was more and more convinced of the man's words.
Just looking back and thinking, okay, I was led astray by that kid.
He angrily said, "I have worshipped the mountain gods for so many years, do I need a baby of yours to teach me?"
"In short, you can't shoot, or you will break your legs."
Lu Qingjia shrugged: "Okay, don't shoot if you don't, I'll just take a look, okay?"
After speaking, he was still quite dissatisfied and muttered, and when the whole group had walked away, the village chief and the man responded—
"No, just look at it?"
"Forget it, don't worry about this kid." The man sneered: "It's just a little clever, and it wasn't without ingenuity in the past, but what happened later?"
"Let's not talk about it, let's just say that the person his brother took with him is worse than him? What's the result?"
The village chief could only hold his breath and nodded.
Lu Qingjia and his group of players came to the house of the boy who was chosen as a sacrifice.
The youngest of their family was selected, and he was only eight or nine years old, and it was the time when people hated dogs.
When Lu Qingjia and his party arrived, the kid just made faces with them and wanted him to put on sacrificial clothes for everyone to see, but he also cried and didn't want to.
What Lu Qingjia disliked most was communicating with children who couldn't communicate at all.
After being polite twice, he turned around and went to the house of the girl who was chosen as a sacrifice.
But this time, not all players are together.
Because they passed the house where they stayed, the few players who had just arrived were led to settle down first.
When Lu Qingjia came to the girl's house, her treatment was not so good compared to the boys.
The girl is the second daughter in the family, and is the most easily overlooked position. After being selected as a sacrifice, the parents did not give up their heartache. I am afraid that the only consideration is that there is less work in the family.
The girl is older, about 11 or 12 years old, but she is sensible and mature, and she knows how to pour water and place stools when guests come.
Lu Qingjia went straight to the point and said that he wanted to see the girl's sacrificial dress in advance. If possible, it is best to re-enact the sacrificial process.
After all, according to what the girls by the river said yesterday, the whole process of the sacrifice was held in public, and the elderly watched it once every three years, which should have been remembered in their hearts.
The girl's parents were reluctant, but Lu Qingjia raised his hand and threw tens of thousands of dollars in cash.
The girl's parents can only say that they originally intended to severely condemn his behavior, but he gave too much.
After a while, the girl came out wearing a gorgeous sacrificial costume. Since Lu Qingjia gave money, she naturally wanted to make him satisfied.
The girl's grandmother used to take care of the sacrificial process, ranging from the arrangement of the altar to the details of the costumes of the sacrificial offerings, all displayed one by one.
Even if he didn't have something in his hand, he even told Lu Qingjia, be sure to let him be there.
Lu Qingjia noticed a kind of wreath on the girl's head, the color was a bit rare.
According to Lu Qingjia's knowledge, this kind of flower is generally in three colors of white, blue and purple, and has never seen red.
Even with artificial cultivation, the village is obviously not so boring as to introduce ornamental vegetation other than food.
Then he asked the girl's grandmother: "This is—"
"Oh, this is the mountain god flower. This color is not blooming anywhere else, only we have it here."
"When wearing this kind of flower, the mountain god knows that it is a tribute to it. At this time of year, the baby can't touch this flower, for fear that the mountain god will mistake it as a tribute and take it away."
Lu Qingjia nodded: "Should both boys and girls wear them?"
"Yes."
Lu Qingjia smiled: "I see."
Then I learned some details and left the girl's house.
The two players who were with him didn't know that this game had a high probability of temporarily transferring the curse, so they didn't take what happened just now, and they didn't know Lu Qingjia's true intentions.
When Lu Qingjia said that he wanted to see that red flower, the two realized that there might be something strange in it.
The three of them were about to pass when they saw two players galloping towards them, with panicked expressions on their faces.
"Yes, someone died." Before the two of them could stand still, they turned pale.
"It's Lu Jiang, he was killed by his own abilities."
"We just settled down and were about to come to find you, but suddenly a blade came out of him."
The player who died has the ability to eject extremely sharp blades from the body, and is an offensive player who is good in close combat.
At this time, he died under his own power. Not only his hands and limbs, but even his face, head, and eyes also madly drilled out knives, destroying his body, and the whole person died tragically.
Although Lu Qingjia had reminded before, and everyone was quite vigilant, when it really happened, they didn't even have time to react.
It was only then that everyone realized how desperate the betrayal of their own abilities was. The difficulty of this dungeon far exceeded their expectations.
Even when the player died, the blade popped out because it fell to the ground, and the impact was so strong that it almost hit another player. Even if the reaction was fast enough, it left a lot of wounds now.
When Lu Qingjia and the three returned to the house, they only saw the silent figures of the remaining players.
Lu Qingjia stepped forward to examine the body, and at this time the blade on the opponent's body had disappeared.
But judging from the ferocious wounds all over his body, the torture he suffered during his lifetime can be seen.
Zhong Liyu consciously jumped onto his shoulders, hooked his tail around Lu Qingjia's neck, and kept quiet the whole time.
Lu Qingjia was about to turn the player's body over and touch the opponent's skin when suddenly several sharp blades popped out of that skin.
It seemed that Lu Qingjia's fingers had been opened, and blood was spilling out from them.
At the same time, the corpse that had been silent suddenly moved, and a sharp blade in the palm of the hand pierced Lu Qingjia's eyebrows—
The author has something to say:
In this dungeon, all conspiracies are premised on targeting Jia Jia.
The purpose is to keep him here, no matter how bad it is, he has to bury the pit and cut off the possibility of his revenge.