"Squeak~", a faint sound floated into An Yang's ears, and he only felt that his whole body was erected, but fortunately, the others seemed to be nothing unusual.
"Is this the voice?" An Yang turned his head and asked Su Su.
"Yes." Su Su replied in a cold voice, without the delicate aura of talent.
"Huh? Su Su, what's wrong with you? Your face seems a bit wrong." An Yang glanced at Su Su in surprise. From the latter, he seemed to feel that there was no life at all, like a walking corpse, if it weren't that delicate. If the slightest difference between his face and Su Su, An Yang would even wonder if it was Su Su himself.
"How about you Timo? Did you hear that voice?" An Yang turned to look at Timo again.
"I heard it." The answer was still numb, without any emotion.
This is the cute little Timo who is a little bit funny? An Yang suspected that there was a problem with her eyes, and when she looked at Lux, she found that there was no vitality in her eyes.
"Everyone, what's going on? Could it be—" An Yang's pupils condensed, could it be the negative effect of that quiet voice
But why is it okay for me, if it is a special case of Summoner, then Susu should be fine too
"I really don't understand, hey, you all wake me up!" An Yang rubbed his head helplessly and yelled, trying to wake them up.
Unfortunately, the results obtained surprised An Yang.
"Swipe!" Two daggers appeared in Guanghui and Su Su's hands at the same time. They both looked at each other, but the murderous aura in their eyes was unabashedly revealed.
"What are you doing? Put the dagger down! What's the matter, didn't you all be fine just now, how do you do it! Girls have to learn gentleness, gentleness, do you understand? Hurry up and put the knife down." An Yangbian As he walked to Su Su, when he was about to snatch the dagger in her hand, he felt like someone patted her thigh.
An Yang turned around and saw Timo holding the small wooden bamboo and blowing at him.
"Shoo!" A poisonous needle made a sound of breaking wind. Plug in. Entering Anyang's neck, An Yang only felt soft and collapsed directly on the ground.
Although his consciousness was still clear, he couldn't stand up anymore.
"Timo, you—" An Yang squirmed his lips, and realized that he couldn't even make a sound.
The two women were speechless, and after holding the dagger to look at each other for a moment, they suddenly rushed towards each other.
do not want! An Yang looked at the scene in front of him with his mouth wide open, but no sound came out.
"Puff!" Two daggers plunged into each other's chest at the same time, and soon blood poured out.
But Susu and Guanghui didn't seem to feel the pain, they quickly pulled out the dagger, and stabbed again!
In just a few minutes, the two girls were covered with scars, blood shed all over the ground, and startling blood blossoms bloomed on the ground.
"Why, why is this—" An Yang shouted loudly in his heart. He didn't understand why things turned out to be this way. There was no reason, no excuse, or even a word. The two girls were fighting like suicide.
When the blood spread to An Yang's side, both girls fell.
Timo also disappeared.
An Yang exhausted all her strength, climbed to Su Su's side step by step, and probed her nose with a trembling hand.
There is no snort.
An Yang didn't believe it. He couldn't believe that the girl who was still holding him tightly in the last second would turn into an icy corpse in the next second. He climbed to Guanghui's side again with a fluke and stretched out his hand again.
Also—dead—
how so-
An Yang felt that all his strength had been emptied. The difference from Timo's poison shot just now was that it was spiritual this time.
"Susu, Guanghui, why are you so stupid—why—" An Yang's nose was sour, and his eyes widened desperately, but tears couldn't stop streaming down.
An inexplicable feeling was surging, it was not heartache or regret.
In An Yang's world, he has rarely laughed since his parents died.
No matter where he goes, he is a lonely person. No one wants to interact with him. They think he has nothing to do with him and is not worthy of deep friendship.
On that night of lightning and thunder, An Yang traveled into this world. He had nothing to do with him. He wanted to work hard to create a world of his own. At least, to make up for the mistakes he made when he was young, he would go back to the three. Years ago!
In this world, he met Susu, a well-behaved and gentle girl, and he also met Timothy, the little guy who was a fan of money but did not lose his sense of justice, and he also knew the nerves but the inner world. Extremely pure brilliance.
Aren't these all his friends
But they have just experienced what it's like to have friends, why did they leave themselves
"Boom!" An Yang didn't know where the strength came from, clenched his fist and slammed the ground.
"Boom!" Another click.
"Boom!"
An Yang continued to beat the ground with his fists like crazy. Even though the skin on his palm was cut by the weeds, he didn't realize it. He beat the ground over and over again, and his palm was tingling faintly. What's the matter
An Yang needs to vent.
After a long time, he was tired. Lying on the ground and panting.
"Hehe, I'm all to blame, I don't have the ability to protect you, otherwise this kind of thing won't happen." An Yang grinned miserably, lying flat on the grass, with the bodies of two girls lying around.
In the sky at this time, there is a dark area, but there is one exception.
A star that is not too dazzling hung in the sky, trying to radiate its faint light.
Although the light is weak, it is still stubbornly resisting, because if it does not shine, it will be swallowed by darkness.
"Are you lonely too?" An Yang muttered, looking at the star in the sky, "No one is with you, no one supports you, all you have is the endless darkness around you. Are you tired? Maybe one day you When you find you are tired, you won't shine like this anymore, right?"
The stars seemed to have heard An Yang's words, and the original faint light seemed to be more dazzling.
"Heh, don't work hard, if I try harder, will I still lose everything? You are the same as me, lost in this dark night, you are all tired, it is time to rest." An Yang's mouth raised a touch of self-deprecation.
He has given up any resistance, just let himself lie here forever.
An Yang's eyes slowly closed, and when the last ray of light entered An Yang's eyes, he opened his eyes suddenly.
No, his eyes widened.
"Stars?! How come there are stars here! I remember that there was darkness just now, and even the sky was blocked, but why are there stars? Could it be—" An Yang's body strength was quickly recovering, and he sat up. .
"Could it—"
—
"Huh?" The Dragon Girl kept following up in the air, and suddenly she found that the four people below were not moving forward.
"Are you scared?" The Dragon Girl lowered her height, and when she looked carefully, she suddenly realized.
"That's it, this should be the hearing of the Ghost King Ghost Flute." There will be a faint sound in the ghost king domain all year round, like a flute but not a flute. As long as the sound is heard, people will have hallucinations. , The imaginary object is the most important person in people's mind.
The purpose of this illusion is to destroy the consciousness of the invader, and the best way to destroy the consciousness of a person is to distort the person he thinks, causing his inner world to collapse and lose the ability to fight.
Imagine when the closest person around you suddenly leaves you or the blow caused by cannibalism is not ordinary.
Without the forcible intervention of outsiders, this mist flute could not be unraveled. It could only be immersed in grief all the time, waiting for the ghost king to absorb his consciousness. If a person has no consciousness, what is the difference between being alive and dying
"Fortunately, the prince sent me to follow. This mist flute is very difficult to deal with." The dragon girl looked at the four people below cautiously, and was thinking of how to wake them up, suddenly below An Yang was located. A ball of light burst out, and the dazzling light seemed to disperse the darkness.
"This—" Dragon Girl looked down in disbelief. "How could it—this mist whistle was unraveled by them? How could this be possible!"
God knows how many people the Nether Mist Flute has killed, how many mercenaries and the lives of adventurers have been lost, and there are even rumors that the Ghost King itself is not terrible, but the frightening thing is the Nether Mist Flute.
But at this moment, the mist flute was untied by them themselves
"It's getting more and more interesting." Looking at the diminishing light below, the dragon girl leaped and hid in the dark night.
—
It was the same place. The positions of the four of An Yang did not move at all. An Yang opened his eyes first. When he saw the scene at hand, the corners of his mouth twitched.
First, Natimo, lying on the side intact, but trying to pretend to be dying. It seemed to be dying soon.
Then Susu, running on the spot, still shouting Antimo Guanghui in his mouth.
The most outrageous is the little girl Guanghui. This girl is not going to have a big nerve problem again. She is lying on the ground, her hands are constantly beating the air, her face is flushed, and her mouth keeps yelling, An Yang, no, No.
"Ahem, what are you doing?" An Yang let out a soft cough, but it was like a heavy hammer hitting everyone's heart.
They quickly opened their eyes, and when they found that they were intact, a flash of surprise flashed in their eyes.
"Huh? Timo isn't dead? Timo just watched the gunny girl take a bath, isn't it right? Timo didn't watch the gunny girl take a shower, but she was almost killed by a shot." Timo's words were full of loopholes, but An Yang didn't. Concerned, what he cares most about is what Guanghui was doing just now—
"Um, Guanghui, are you — okay?" An Yang asked Guanghui cautiously.
Guanghui got up from the ground, then looked down at the clothes that were only stained with dirt, "No-didn't you tear it off?"
"What's the matter?" Seeing that Guanghui's face was not so good, An Yang stepped forward and asked.
"Ah, don't come here." After a glorious conditioned reflex, he jumped a step, and those evasive eyes were a little afraid to look at An Yang.
An Yang smiled bitterly. Seeing that everyone’s expressions were a little weird, he had to speak, “Just now you should all be the same as me. You have seen some things that are not in line with reality, but these things should be just fantasy, and that The source of fantasy should be that faint voice."
[The book is updated twice a day, one at 12 noon, and one at eight in the evening]