After Xie Yuanyuan got into the barrier, the sounds in his ears seemed to be filtered, and the surroundings were silent and extremely quiet.
Usually there are few other people coming to this building, so he doesn't have to worry about the sound of fighting being too loud and attracting other people's attention. Seeing the emerald shining brightly, he immediately dismantled the masonry wall in front of him into stacked transparent lines. He looked up and saw two human-shaped light sources there, each bent down and rummaging for something in different rooms.
upstairs.
The appearance of the monk's robes was not suitable for sneaking and assassination. He took it off early in the morning, and no one would notice him anyway. The assassin suit with wrist and leg bindings made him as light and agile as a swift, silently heading towards the building. Jump up and over.
Ji Yuanfeng and Tan Hao... who will be the master of the barrier
At this time, his movements suddenly stopped and he was frozen in place.
Suddenly, a human figure appeared in Jian Jade's line of sight!
…who is this
Xie Yuanyuan held his breath and stared closely at the uninvited guest who seemed to appear out of thin air and was slowly walking down the stairs.
It's not Ji Yuanfeng, nor Tan Hao... Could it be that they guessed wrong, that Li Rong used a blind trick or other means to leave another clone here
No, Xie Yuanyuan immediately overturned his guess. As the person came closer, he saw Jade's perspective more clearly. From the clothes and the way he walked, this person was obviously a woman, but she was not Ji Yuanfeng.
As an assassin, the most basic quality is to never mistake any target, so Xie Yuanyuan is very sure that the person coming is definitely not Ji Yuanfeng.
He raised his right hand, and the sharp hidden sword slipped silently from his wrist like a snake message. His left hand pressed the paper in his ear, ready to send a message to his teammates.
The distance between the other party and him was getting closer and closer, and the wooden soles with a heel stepped on the stone stairs, making a crisp clicking sound.
These are the shoes of a nun, Xie Yuanyuan determined in his heart. This type of clogs, which are not wear-resistant but easy to clean, are only worn indoors by nuns in the convent. She is a nun... or rather, an NPC
His hand on the transmission paper relaxed slightly at first, and then tightened it.
No, the last possibility is more likely.
The visitor went down the stairs and stood at the end of the corridor. Xie Yuanyuan was leaning against the wall, his body slightly arched, and he looked ahead alertly.
… It’s actually Mara
He couldn't help but be stunned, and the hand holding the talisman trembled. How could she be here
The young nun had a smile on her face and was holding a basket of clothes in her hands. She looked like a normal person after tidying up the room. But in this place and at this time, her sudden appearance here was a strange sight in itself. Kind of abnormal.
She walked briskly from the end of the corridor. Fine beads of sweat appeared on Xie Yuanyuan's forehead, and her breathing gradually became faster. The hidden sword rose and fell on her wrist, but she couldn't make up her mind to wield it. one time.
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If it were He Qin or Du Zijun who was here now, the young nun in front of him might have fallen to the ground unconscious. It was Wen Zheliu who could make predictions that were closest to the correct answer in the blink of an eye. Judgment, but Xie Yuanyuan did not move, he was hesitating.
If Mara is pretending to be someone from Muspelheim, then he should obey He Qin's instructions now and turn around and run away; if Mara's identity is not that complicated, then he should just stand still and wait for her to walk over. There is no need to attack her either.
At the same time, Xie Yuanyuan still retains the courage in his heart that a newborn calf is not afraid of tigers. If the members of Muspelheim were placed in any other team, it would be enough to kill them eight hundred times. But No One Sleeps has Wen Zheliu who holds Jenny, Du Zijun who is entrenched in Longji, and He Qin who is sitting behind everyone. The spoilers so far have all died miserably. For Xie Yuanyuan, it is better to turn around than to turn around. With this method of escaping, he wanted to see the true strength of the enemy this time.
He stared at Mara's relaxed and cheerful pace, almost bouncing - she was still humming a song - approaching him little by little, a few strands of sunny blonde hair fluffing out from under the headscarf, in the clothes basket Even a single button seemed to be unable to restrain her range of movements. It bounced out from the edge of the basket, splashed slightly on the ground, and spun to a stop not far from Xie Yuanyuan.
The nun said "Oh!" and her snow-white cheeks turned a little red. As if she was lucky that no one was around to see her mistake, she hurriedly ran a few steps, squatted down and picked up the escaped button. Xie Yuanyuan stared at her every move and frowned in confusion.
Could it be that she was not the enemy she imagined and that her sudden appearance in the stairwell was just due to the characteristics of a ghost
At this moment, Mara was very close to him, so close that he would pass by her immediately. Xie Yuanyuan looked at her for a long time, and finally took a step, intending not to give his attention to an insignificant ghost NPC.
After taking a few steps forward, he felt a faint itching on his back. He couldn't help but scratch it a few times, but instead of relieving the itching, it became even more unbearable. Xie Yuanyuan muttered "What's going on" and wanted to turn around and look back, but when he really turned his head, he was stunned.
… He saw his own face.
Xie Yuanyuan maintained the posture of scratching his back, and his whole figure was like an ice sculpture, frozen and motionless.
No, that's not just his own face, that's himself, to be precise, it's his own body!
"Xie Yuanyuan's" left hand has not been lowered from his ear, and his right hand is still raised. He is looking ahead, his eyes are dim, like two turbid glass beads, and his skin is gray and white, with a lifeless look. color.
… This can hardly be called a body, it’s just a standing corpse!
what is going on? !
"Xie Yuanyuan."
Xie Yuanyuan was horrified beyond words. At this moment, he saw a tall human figure with an unclear face in a misty black robe standing behind his body. The fingers that stretched out the sleeves of the robe were skinless, as dark as the eternal midnight, and were just five jagged bones. They gently put their hands on the shoulders of "Xie Yuanyuan" and called out his name.
"Xie Yuanyuan."
it shouted again.
This sound has no form, and there are no words that can concretely describe it. When people hear it, they can only say that it is erratic, like the chaotic north wind that will blow at an unknown time, but in the eternal wandering erratic, there is something unstoppable. The hardness and nothingness make it elusive, but destined; difficult to predict, but inevitable. Some people call it destiny, some people call it the end of time and the end of all things. However, it just stands on the other end of the long river, swallowing up some causes and results randomly or deliberately, and fiddles with it with fingertips randomly or deliberately. A star.
Xie Yuanyuan looked at it, and it was also looking at Xie Yuanyuan.
"Death is like a button."
There was another voice behind him, speaking softly and eloquently, like a mother reading a fairy tale picture book to her young son before going to bed.
"Everyone has such a button." Mara-Hela said softly, "It's so insignificant that it doesn't need to be mentioned, but you know, it's there. There are so many trivial things in life that people would rather be in bed. After sleeping for a while, I never thought of using thread to repair a small button to make it stronger. However, this is nothing to worry about. Some people are very lucky and their buttons can stick to their shirts for a long time; but some people Maybe I am not so lucky. I don’t know which day, early morning or late at night, the silk thread holding that little button will quietly break... "
"But what does it matter?" She laughed softly, "-Death is just a little button."
In an instant, the space around Xie Yuanyuan rotated and shook violently, like a button falling in the bumps. All four seasons of the year, night and day, sunset and morning glow, twelve moons and suns of different shapes all appeared from his pupils. rising. His soul trembled violently - she passed through his soul and then through his body, and the nun's black robe was like a whirlpool in an instant, changing into more bizarre and complex patterns: misery and hunger, slowness and laziness, aging and destruction. They are all spreading like mist. The left half of her body was beautiful and vibrant, while the right half of her body was decayed and lifeless. The tall human figure kept compressing and transforming in front of her, and finally turned into a crown of stars and scorched bones, which was worn on half of her black hair. , half of the head of white hair.
…Goddess of Death, Hela.
Item name: Crown of Formless
Grade: a+
Activation type: Instant activation
Cooling time: none
Attack power: instant death
Effect: Death.
Equipment level: none
Prop introduction: The roof is barely visible, and the eaves are lower than the ground. It has been several centuries since then, but it seems shorter than that day. That day, I guessed for the first time that its horse's head was facing eternity.
"You killed Gam, killed Skull and Hati... Not bad, not bad, a very impressive record," Hela stood in front of Xie Yuanyuan's soul and body, her voice was hoarse, and she showed him a strange and very strange expression. Smiling, "But, have you ever read Norse Mythology?"
Xie Yuanyuan couldn't say a word. Under such pressure, he couldn't even turn his eyes. He finally understood what He Qin was worried about and why he told them to remember to run after seeing Hela. However, it was too late to say anything now!
Hela curved one side of her blood-stained red lips and had no intention of asking him to answer: "In the original book, Garm is just a hunting dog I raised. Even if Skull and Hati have the merit of devouring the sun and the moon, they are just Fenri." A pair of your descendants. Do you really think that we are the same existence as them? Huh? "
Xie Yuanyuan felt like he was in the deep sea of 10,000 tons of weight. Hela didn't give him any chance to use any tools to resist. With just one face-to-face, she directly punched out Xie Yuanyuan's soul and stripped his core data from the carrier!
Hela snapped her fingers, "I, Death itself, give you permission to speak."
Xie Yuanyuan coughed suddenly, and a gap was suddenly opened in the imprisonment on his body, finally giving him a chance to breathe.
"You..." He looked at Hela's inhuman appearance in fear, and it took him a long time to find his voice, "Then why... are you hiding?"
Hela looked at his frightened eyes and chuckled, and the star tassels on the death crown couldn't help but tremble.
"Why ask such a stupid question?" Hela reluctantly suppressed her smile and looked at him thoughtfully. Her bone-white fingertips traced Xie Yuanyuan's spirit body, and an unbearable cold suddenly froze it. His spirit made Xie Yuanyuan's lips tremble, and he almost used all his strength to swallow the urge to scream loudly in pain, "But... this is not impossible to answer."
Her left eye was as beautiful as a star, and her right eye was just a hollow pile of rotten flesh. At this moment, she stared at Xie Yuanyuan with these eyes: "Wen Zheliu is He... He Qin's Achilles heel, choosing him was originally a matter of course. It's a very suitable thing, but here's the thorny issue... The boss of the first world he has mastered has an extremely troublesome key in his hand."
"..." Xie Yuanyuan did not speak. He noticed that Hela paused unnaturally when He Qin's name was mentioned.
Hela frowned and showed an unhappy and proud smile: "That key is not worth a penny elsewhere, but here, it has extraordinary power. Even death cannot stop it. Therefore, he is not the most powerful person." The perfect candidate. That woman who takes good care of you - or man, it would be very interesting if I could get rid of him. However, my plan for him fell through in the last world. The mermaid was too biased towards him. He even allowed him to touch his heart... I could see at a glance the mark of eternal life he carried, which was exactly what death could not achieve, so I had no choice but to give up on him."
"The last man..." This time, Hela didn't even say his name, as if the name would burn her tongue. "Death cannot be eliminated, but death will not seek its own death. It's okay to make a fuss. It’s very interesting, but wouldn’t it be more convenient and labor-saving for a mantis to catch a cicada and be the last oriole? For example, now, I caught you little thing right here.”
Xie Yuanyuan said: "...you are scared."
"Aren't you afraid?" Hela's laughter was low. "Facing death is not an experience that everyone has the opportunity to experience. You should feel honored."
Staring at Xie Yuanyuan, she gradually stopped smiling, and the sharp fingertips gently scratched his cheek, and her voice was like the dusk of twilight, hazily shrouding the earth: "As for you, I am really, really curious. What's going on with your body? If I hadn't come to find you in person, I think that with such a sense of existence approaching nothingness, you could really escape to the end of the world and time, and escape the punishment of death forever... It's not necessarily true."
Xie Yuanyuan was unable to move, and even his mind was in a trance. He felt like he was immersed in extremely cold ice water and burned in the boiling magma of hell. The severe pain overwhelmed him and almost tore his soul alive. In half.
… Help…
"Five minutes have passed." Du Zijun raised his eyebrows, "Xie Yuanyuan, please reply."
After three breaths, the sound transmission paper was still quiet.
Three eyeless monsters held back Zheng Youge's undead army. Even he himself was hunted down in a panic. Hearing that Zheliu had jumped to the bottom of the valley, he searched against time. He heard Du Zijun suddenly turn on the microphone, but after a while, Before I heard Xie Yuanyuan's answer, I immediately had a bad feeling in my heart.
"Is it possible that you didn't hear it?" He pulled open a stone, and beneath it lay a broken piece of cloth and a withered hand bone. Behind Wen Zheliu, sixteen such broken bones were placed flat and properly. Corpses, and mechanical spiders rolling all over the floor, "Does the barrier limit the function of the communication talisman?"
He Qin waved his long knife and blocked Li Rong's attack. His eyes darkened at the same time: "No, the telegraph paper is the team communication prop we choose in this world. It is not at the level of another dimension." , it is basically impossible to block its communications... Du Zijun."
Du Zijun's face was as dark as water, and the witch's guns shone sharply in the sunlight: "Cover me! I'm going in to find someone now!"
"Okay!" The situation was critical. Wen Zheliu didn't care much anymore and hurriedly climbed down from the cliff. "Brother, are you ready over there?"
"Okay!" The light of the sword cut through the long river, and he moved forward like a thunderbolt in the clear sky. He Qin's eyes were like lightning, and he suddenly collided with Li Rong who was chasing after him!
At the same time, Wen Zheliu's hand violently emitted an unparalleled electric light, like a bolt penetrating the sky and the earth, suddenly piercing through the deep rift into the sky. It coincided exactly with the sword light emitted by He Qin, and shocked the whole world together. Ringing on both sides of the monastery!
In an instant, the sky was filled with dark clouds like a vast ocean churning water, covering the sky and blocking out the sun. They pressed heavily toward the top of the mountain, blocking the cloudless sky from the faint roar of thunder. The monks and nuns in the monastery were still wondering what the loud noise and thunder were, but they suddenly understood after seeing this scene.
"It's thundering! It's going to rain heavily!" A strong nun shouted hurriedly, "Go back indoors first, don't stay outside!"
At the moment when another loud thunder fell, the Scarborough Market in Du Zijun's hand spat out tongues of fire, like a continuous violent storm, madly exploding the second level of indiscriminate sniper barrier, and jumped onto the He hit the exterior window on the second floor and shattered the stained glass window with one shot!
Ji Yuanfeng's heart trembled and he shouted: "Here he comes!"
The sound was accompanied by the roaring thunder outside the window. Tan Hao hurriedly turned around to block it. Before he could throw a punch, the roaring wave came roaring towards him, like an irresistible giant hand, and blasted it through three layers with one palm. The walls of a house!
"Where's the person?!" Du Zijun didn't have any sympathy for her at this time, so he kicked the wet Ji Yuanfeng into the air and hit the window with a bang! Ji Yuanfeng is proficient in the fire element, but he has no power to fight back in the mermaid sea water. He can only let Du Zijun put a gun to his forehead, "You didn't see anyone?!"
Ji Yuanfeng was stomped so hard that she almost vomited blood. After the severe pain, she was filled with rage and killing intent. She stared at Du Zijun, a line of blood dripping from her red lips. She was so angry that she couldn't curse anything. Du Zijun's eyes were indifferent and cruel: "Speak."
Tan Hao struggled to get up from the seawater that was half-submerged. He recognized the situation at a glance and knew that Li Rong was not here. They could only be suppressed and beaten when facing the mermaid holder, so he hurriedly opened fire. Shout: "We don't see anyone!"
Du Zijun's eyebrows jumped, and Ji Yuanfeng hissed murderously: "Do you want to talk too much?!"
"Really, we didn't see anyone!" The man was still holding a gun to his head. Tan Hao didn't dare to act impulsively, and continued: "Believe me, we really didn't see anyone..."
When the words came to his lips, he suddenly had an idea. The person he thought could not be Wen Di, nor was he the best in the world, He Qin. If Wen Di disappeared, then it must be He Qin who came to ask for someone, not someone else. Therefore, the person in front of the fierce god who came to ask for someone could only be the little transparent person who came and went without a trace.
Thinking of this, he quickly changed his words: "... Even if the person you want comes, we can't see him or discover him, let alone kill him... not us!"
Du Zijun's breathing was a little shallow.
He knew that what Tan Hao said was probably true. It was indeed difficult for them to hurt Xie Yuanyuan, but this also meant that Xie Yuanyuan's current situation was tens of millions of times more dangerous than it was now.
"Wait, wait, I have an idea!" Wen Zheliu yelled from the voice transmission paper, "Damn, I suddenly thought of... Hey! I should have thought of it earlier!"
He shouted at the other end: "Stop chasing after me! Bring the person over here!"
As Jenny's attendant, the eyeless monster has also swallowed the flesh and blood of several world-class bosses. The level is several times higher than the mobs in the ordinary world. Fighting an army of ghosts summoned by a human player is just like playing. Not a problem at all. At this moment, after hearing Zheliu's order, he immediately caught Zheng Youge who was being chased and rolled all over the ground, and climbed up to him a few times.
At the back of the canyon, dozens of mutilated corpses have been laid out, and the mechanical spider is still in a hurry and working endlessly to find the rest.
"Hey," Wen Zheliu looked at the Necromancer, his face turned black with anger illuminated by the burning fire, "You are the Necromancer, right?"
"… "not talking.
Wen Zheliu spread his hands: "As I said, we can turn our hostility into friendship and save each other's energy and time..."
Zheng Youge: "...Get out!!"
The channel for transmitting notes was open at this time. He Qin heard the angry roll on the other end, laughed, and said: "Pull out his tongue."
The eyeless monster heard his instructions and actually wanted to grab Zheng Youge's cheekbones and pull out his tongue. Wen Zheliu was so frightened that his face turned pale: "Who are you listening to?! Stop listening to his nonsense. Are your words good?"
He looked at Zheng Youge, sighed, and said to Du Zijun, "Is Ji Yuanfeng in your hands?"
"exist."
"Ask Tan Hao to say something. As long as he can persuade Zheng Youge to help, I will release him and Ji Yuanfeng together."
Zheng Youge's expression changed slightly, and he didn't know what Tan Hao whispered there. The Necromancer's expression changed several times. Although he was still not willing to accept it, Wen Zheliu knew that the matter was done.
"You can sense things like souls. Let me ask you, can you sense where the souls of these corpses are?" Wen Zheliu asked.
Zheng Youge was put down from the smelly bloody tongue by the eyeless monster. His expression was stinking worse than his own body. Hearing this, he couldn't help but sneered: "Their souls? How did you solve the mystery? Aren't their souls in the monastery?" , are we facing each other day and night?"
Wen Zheliu said patiently: "I mean, can you sense that there are three corpses whose souls are gone and cannot be sensed?"