Sur didn't feel like sitting on the cold concrete floor, but a dense needle board. Hearing the words, he stood up like lightning, and his expression was indescribable: "There is actually a ghost king."
Zhu Yu had a very good impression of him now, and opened his mouth to help explain: "Any dungeon has a ghost king, which is supported by the game."
Otherwise, all the ghosts will fight for each other, and sooner or later, things will be messed up!
Sur understood: "So the ghost king is the puppet emperor supported by the game?"
It seems like a god, but in fact it is just a tool to suppress the little devils.
Zhu Yu looked at him strangely, and at the same time, Su Er felt the chill beside him, turned his head, and there was a thin figure next to him. It was a monk... It is more apt to describe it as a demon monk.
The pupil of the other party is printed with the shape of peach petals, which looks amazing, but there is no mercy in his eyes.
After he appeared, he immediately locked the figure of Sur, and asked with a bad expression, "Are you finished yet?"
"We..." With a move of his throat, Sur ignored the ominous premonition and asked, "Have you seen it?"
It is presumed that the hatred value has been completely absorbed, and he began to wink at others frantically, signaling to hurry up and read the information. On the other side, he changed his strategy, with extreme shock in his eyes: "The appearance of a king is like... "
"It is as fresh as bamboo shoots after rain, as long as snow in the mountains, and independent from the world, it shocked my whole family." The demon monk: "You said this sentence of delaying time more than ten minutes ago."
Sur's eyelashes trembled, trying not to show the expression of looking at Er Lengzi.
The demon monk found something wrong and pondered: "I repeated it again, and in disguise I delayed the time for you."
Sur took the opportunity to take a step back, there must be a time limit for the appearance of the ghost king, and I don't know how long it has passed.
Noticing his small movements, the demon monk smiled: "Are you scared?"
Clearly seeing the tyranny hidden behind the peach petals in his pupils, Su Er expected that it would be difficult to endure the next time. The conditioned reflex touched the props, and found that the bottle of healing was missing. Out of the corner of the eye, he saw the bloodstain at the threshold. Combined with the trajectory of his actions, he was basically sure that the bloodstain belonged to him.
It seems that in the few confrontations where he lost his memory, he had a bad time.
He was still thinking about how to delay the time, and the demon monk sighed helplessly: "It's a waste of time. If I want to kill you, a few seconds will be enough."
Sur's eyes changed, and he realized that he was thinking differently.
A ghost gives a benefit, and he risks his life to get it. This is a compliant transaction.
The demon monk casually glanced at the other players who were flipping through the books: "Do you want to find the history three hundred years ago, so as to determine the identity of the original invaders?"
Sur nodded calmly, completing the task is the most important.
The demon monk pointed to a place: "Sit down."
Not far from his feet, there is a futon. The shape is very unique. It is composed of two futons, with only a very thin silk thread in the middle.
The memory is gone, the intuition is still there, Sur can feel the body instinctively resisting to sit down. Taking a deep breath, he gritted his teeth and sat down, a heavy weight on his shoulders instantly made him unable to get up.
The weight was increasing every second, and when it was almost unbearable, the demon monk said, "This is not an ordinary futon."
Sur gritted his teeth: "What should I do directly?"
The skin and flesh of the demon monk suddenly became transparent, and the body was covered by a wide robe, so he couldn't see much, and the exposed head was very scary, and the direction of every meridian inside could be vaguely seen. The cerebellum area is full of dense insect eggs, and a peach blossom branch on the left bypasses the fatal part, forming a fence around the periphery to limit the further spread of the insect eggs.
For a time, Sur even forgot the pressure on him.
"Vaccines can destroy the eggs that live in the body, at any cost."
The last sentence of the demon monk had a different meaning.
To put it bluntly, the fish is dead and the net is broken. If it cannot be eliminated, the self-destruction mode will be activated. It's no surprise that Sur knew this when several players died. But looking at the demon monk's eyes is a bit complicated: "Are you now a worm... or a human?"
"Insect." The demon monk sat on the other half of the futon: "This expelling shell has been used by me, and my true identity was once the insect king of this planet."
Sur pursed his lower lip, and after a brief shock, he quickly extracted key information. As an ancient insect king, the other party must know who the original invader was. Just thinking about how to speak, I accidentally found that peach petals were embroidered on the side of the futon, and there was a line of small characters next to it.
He tilted his neck to look at it, and subconsciously said, "The Story of Peach Blossom Spring."
Demon monk: "The owner of this house planted a peach tree outside with his own hands, and carved these words on the trunk."
It's a pity that he was forced by the rules at that time, knowing that the existence of the young man would limit the development of the Zerg, but there was still no way to kill him.
The room was not large, and the conversation between the two parties was clearly heard in the ears of others, so they couldn't help but look up at Ji Heng.
"Who would have thought that he would end up like that in the end."
Being forced to accept a human brain transplant by his fellow clan, he could not decide whether to live or die.
When the demon monk spoke, he looked at Ji Heng with ironic sympathy.
In just one minute of communication, Sur's spine was slightly bent, and the invisible weight made people breathless.
The demon monk finally got to the point: "I named this futon Peach Blossom Spring. As long as enough time is given, it can eliminate all falsehoods."
There was a trace of blood overflowing from the corner of Sur's mouth, and the bones in his body seemed to be crushed at any time: "Why do I..."
Before he finished speaking, a bloodstain appeared on his leg out of thin air. If the blood had not penetrated the corner of his trousers, he would not have noticed it.
Pretending not to see his wound, the demon monk continued to introduce: "The rules are very simple, stick to the futon for seven minutes, and I will personally announce the identity of the original invader."
There was only external pressure before, but now the futon is actively attacking. The key is that he sits on it and can't dodge at all.
"Destroy the false..." Repeating what the demon monk said earlier, Sur seemed to understand something, and smiled bitterly: "So it is."
The game leads them to the so-called real world and starts a new life, which looks beautiful but is false.
Identity, family, name... In a sense, he is a false existence, no wonder he was attacked.
Su Er thought of the electric shock device for the first time, and quickly shook his head. This futon is not a ghost. He is sitting on it now. If the electric shock is real, he may be the one who suffers. After thinking about it for a while, there is another opening in the leg. If it is extended a few centimeters down, the hamstring will be broken.
"There are still two minutes." The demon monk kindly encouraged.
A strong sense of crisis hit his heart. When Su Ershang was hesitating, Ji Heng suddenly shouted: "Leave!"
His body was faster than his mind, he suddenly turned sideways, rolled on the ground, and left the futon.
The demon monk looked regretful: "It is clear that it is going to be successful, why don't you insist on it?"
Sur prepares to use the healing props, but finds that there is only one left.
At this time, the demon monk looked at the other players: "There are still three attempts left, you can come next."
Zhu Yu said cautiously: "Then here means..."
"Sit down for the remaining two minutes, which can be in the form of a relay."
It sounded very relaxed, but no one came forward. Xu Yangyang and Jia Kanhua instantly knew the source of the wound on their bodies. They must have tried not long ago and failed.
Zhu Yu: "Just make it through two minutes?"
Is it okay to put some flowers and plants there
The demon monk saw her thoughts: "The person sitting on the futon must be a visitor from afar. It's best to think twice before doing it."
Zhu Yu wanted to try to catch a bird, but he was afraid that he would not be recognized by the futon and would waste an opportunity instead.
Xu Yangyang hesitated for a moment: "I still have a very powerful healing tool, why don't I try it again?"
Ji Heng closed the book with a snap, and narrowed his eyes: "Within useless effort, none of us are eligible."
The players' existing identities are all fictional in the game, and for Futon, they are all illusions to be eliminated.
The demon monk's speech was calm from beginning to end, but it was very uncomfortable to hear it in his ears.
"Hurry up, otherwise a new cycle will start, and then I will have to explain it all over again."
Everyone was silent.
Camellia Princess Chu chuckled in the shadows and said, "Do you regret it? If one of you chose to return as the key back then, this level would be self-defeating."
Once Ji Heng becomes the key to the central plan, he will regain his aboriginal identity, and Futon will naturally classify him as a real existence.
"No." Su Er suddenly interrupted: "Ji Heng can immediately know the identity of the original invader when he restores his original memory, so what is the significance of setting up the level of the ghost king?"
Speaking of this, I suddenly realized: "It's not the identity that matters, but the location!"
Princess Camellia's expression changed suddenly.
Sur had lingering fears, and the hosts were really good at digging holes silently. Ji Heng's prompt in the fatal game is to avoid inertial thinking, not only implying that the aggressor is a human being, but running through the entire game.
The customs clearance task requires the elimination of the initial intruder. The first reaction of normal people is to explore the identity of the intruder, and then find and kill. In fact, knowing where the intruder is may be even more important.
Zhu Yu frowned: "Even if you know the location, it may not be useful."
There could be many things in that place at the same time... people, bugs, ghosts, etc.
Princess Camellia returned to her normal complexion and clapped her hands sarcastically: "At this juncture, you dare to waste time playing garbage word games, it's interesting."
The energy of the props is limited, Sur's ankle has not fully recovered, and the reading comprehension that he is best at is described as garbage. He couldn't help but get angry and said to Ji Heng, "He insulted me."
Originally, it was just a casual remark to vent, but Ji Heng seemed to really think of something, and suddenly looked at the host: "You once had the idea of destroying this dungeon world and cheating."
"Cheating insurance?" Xu Yangyang lost his voice: "What do you mean?"
Ji Heng ignored him and stared at Princess Camellia.
The latter spread his hands generously: "If you think there is a problem, you are welcome to report it at any time."
"No matter how powerful you are, it is impossible for the entire planet to explode," Ji Heng said slowly: "It can be seen that the eradication here is a narrow category, and it is purely aimed at a certain race, that is, humans and insects."
Princess Camellia became impatient: "So what?"
Ji Heng: "The original invaders were neither humans nor insects."
Otherwise, the extermination plan will succeed, the humans and bugs will be gone, and the task will be completed automatically.
Princess Camellia tried her best to control her micro-expression and forced a smile: "My plan is based on the death of the player."
Ji Heng shook his head: "You are meticulous, and daring to implement it will definitely ensure that you will not violate the rules. After all, even if one player survives, the position of the host will be fulfilled."
With a sigh, he said solemnly, "It's an alien probe, right?"
Monitor whether there are life fluctuations on planets hundreds of millions of kilometers away, and understand the geological climate there. Only when these things are clear will humans begin to conquer. However, he was actually clever but was mistaken by wisdom, and he was always entangled in who this planet once belonged to, but instead ignored the essence of things.
"… "
Princess Camellia's face was completely ugly.
Players and moderators have opposite mood swings. Xu Yangyang said several times in a row, and then he thought about it, the planet belongs to the bug, and the human beings come in the form of an army. Neither side meets the conditions. In such a comparison, alien probes are the most likely.
"Amazing, my brother!" He couldn't help but stepped forward and looked at Ji Heng with admiration.
Ji Heng's focus was completely different.
"You should apologize to Sur." His words were only aimed at the host: "Reading comprehension is a profound knowledge, not rubbish."
I don't know if Princess Camellia is high or not. It's true that she is about to vomit blood... I regret it so much, why do I have to mock Sur when I have nothing to do
This is good, the failure to fight cattle across the mountain, but opened up Ji Heng's second line of Rendu. Princess Camellia looked at the demon monk angrily: "Is the time up? It's time to clear the memory!"
The demon monk said calmly: "There are still three minutes and forty seconds." Gaze said to all the players: "If you can hold on for the last two minutes, I will tell you the location of the invaders."
Sur was in a heavy heart and cursed enough. If he didn't realize this, he tried desperately to get the news that the invaders were detectors, but it was just the beginning, and then he had to have a new round with the ghost king in order to know where things were. game.
"Division of labor?" Not wanting to see the ghost king again, he turned around and looked at the other players.
Zhu Yu gritted his teeth: "Okay."
The demon monk smiled and said, "Warm reminder, the further you go, the easier it is to die."
As soon as the words were picked, naturally no one was willing to be assigned to the last one. From Sur's previous experience, it is not difficult to see that the attack power of the futon will increase exponentially over time.
No one took the initiative to pick the lead, and they could only helplessly stand here, and everyone frowned and thought for a while and couldn't make up their minds.
"Yin qi." A thin voice interrupted Suer's thoughts, and he bowed his head again, and the little clay figurine crawled out of his pocket without knowing when, and emphasized: "I want all the yin qi in the electric shock."
Out of the corner of the eyes of the demon monk, he was stunned when he saw something suddenly popping out... What is it
On the other side, Sur's eyes lit up. The futon judged that the player was a false existence, but the clay figurine was different. It was barely a real ghost and might not need to be attacked.
Seeing that this thing was about to climb onto the futon, the demon monk stretched out a slender finger to block the way: "What are you doing up there?"
Starved to death, timid and daring, the little clay figurine was thinking about the Yin Qi in Sur, and looked at death as if at home: "Join the army for...for my father."