"Three corpses?" Zheng Youge frowned and put aside his unhappiness, "What do you mean?"
Wen Zheliu thought very clearly that since the people of Muspelheim had occupied the identities of three ghost NPCs, these three NPCs must be in danger, especially since Hela had such a special ability and would definitely not stay. they.
If Zheng Youge could detect whose body is already an empty shell...
He turned his head and said seriously: "Without further ado, please don't ask for the reason first. This explanation will take some time..."
"It can't be wasted, right," the Necromancer said unceremoniously, "Okay, I'll help you find it. In short, my skills are not as good as others. After I find it, I hope you can fulfill your promise."
As he spoke, the black robe he was wearing shook slightly, and thread-like mist slowly rose from it, drifting toward the corpses on the ground.
The mist was like a groping hand, pinching the broken skulls one by one. When they found the thirteenth one, Zheng Youge's brows furrowed slightly and he said, "It's empty."
Hearing Zheliu's heart trembled, and sure enough.
Twenty-two, "And there it is."
The thirty-seventh one said, "It's also empty. Do we need to keep looking?"
Thunder roared in the sky, and Wen Zheliu shook his head: "No need! It's been long enough! Can you determine their identities before they were alive?"
"..." Zheng Youge said: "My profession is a necromancer, not a god. They have even lost their souls. How can I determine my identity before birth?"
"It's not empty," Wen Zheliu corrected, "it's been replaced."
Zheng Youge said suspiciously: "You mean, someone crushed their souls after death...?"
"That's right," Wen Zheliu said, "Is there any way you can find these people?"
"Impossible." Zheng Youge flatly refused, "If a ghost dies, he will die, if he dies, he will die, and if he dies, he will die. Strictly speaking, the ghosts that players usually face are mobs that can be eliminated. These ghosts are NPCs and have systems. How can players eliminate the determined attribute bonus?"
Wen Zheliu said: "If you say that, you can't activate the massacre mode at this level."
"It just can't be opened." Zheng Youge said simply, "Whoever can open it is a god."
Wen Zheliu: "..."
You are right, those people are still positioned as gods.
"Anyway, if, I mean if - if someone really replaces these three ghosts, is there any way you can find them?" Wen Zheliu stared at Zheng Youge closely, "Quickly, think of a way as soon as possible, friend."
Zheng Youge: "You just asked me to find these three..."
Wen Zheliu: "If you didn't come to me, let my man break your president's legs, would you believe it?"
Zheng Youge: "..."
There was a loud sound of swords clashing, and He Qin's still strong voice was sent over by the note paper: "Baby, did you agree to be merciful?"
Wen Zheliu: "Both legs, break them all!"
Zheng Youge was speechless: "You...!"
"He is the best in the world, you'd better think carefully about your answer," Wen Zheliu pressed forward step by step, "Are you looking for him?"
Zheng Youge collapsed, who is this? !
However, when people were under the eaves, they really had to lower their heads. He could only endure it and took out a crystal skull-shaped prop, placed it in front of the three soulless bones, and began to mutter something.
Zheng Youge has been immersed in this practice for many years, and his career in the game has even more or less affected his temperament in real life. He was extremely confident in his professionalism, so he was extremely sure that there would be no results at all if Wen Zheliu wanted to find these three people who claimed to have eliminated the ghost NPCs.
To his surprise, the crystal skull suddenly lit up.
"What?!" Zheng Youge's eyes widened. Wen Zheliu didn't care much and hurriedly squeezed in: "Where is it?! Look where it is?!"
"The first one... is moving at high speed," Zheng Youge swallowed in horror, his heart was so turbulent that he couldn't express it. "The second one is... in the chapel?"
"Where is the third one?!" Wen Zheliu asked quickly, "Where is the third one?!"
Sweat appeared on Zheng Youge's forehead. His voice was hoarse and his expression was tense as he said, "The third... is... just below the regimental deputy..."
Vice-President? Hearing that Zheliu was suddenly startled, wasn't that Ji Yuanfeng? The people from Muspelheim and Du Zijun are in the same building? !
"Du Zijun!" He let go of Zheng Youge and jumped up hurriedly without even looking at the many bones lying on the ground. "Did you hear that? The people from Muspelheim are right below you!"
Du Zijun's magic spear pressed against Ji Yuanfeng's forehead suddenly stagnated.
"...what?" he asked solemnly, "right...at my feet?"
Although Wen Zheliu also felt that it was unreliable, as an opponent, he believed in Zheng Youge's professional ability. He said: "We can only search according to this first! There is no residual poem under the cliff, I will help you!"
Du Zijun let go and let Ji Yuanfeng fall into the sea in a panic. He turned around and ran away, his heels splashing on the ground with a series of rapid footsteps.
It can't be wrong, it must be Hela... Thinking that He Qin said Hela had the instant death effect, Xie Yuanyuan must be in a very bad situation now!
There was thunder outside the window, covering up the bright light caused by the collision of two men fighting in mid-air. Du Zijun stopped in front of a basket of clothes in the middle of the corridor and looked at the ground thoughtfully.
A small button is like a flat eyeball, looking up at the ceiling.
He arched his body, trying to pick up the lone button.
"Who's in the way?" Just when Hela's finger was about to penetrate Xie Yuanyuan's heart, she suddenly frowned and paused.
A trace of delicate vitality seeped into Xie Yuanyuan's soul, causing his throat to tremble with weakness that was about to end, and the cloudy eye membranes also regained a glimmer of clarity.
Hela looked at him, and the tassels like broken stars hanging down from the crown of death were swaying gently at the moment.
"It's strange. Just now, my coordinates were detected... Do you know who did this?" She asked with a smile, "Death is nowhere to be found, and it is everywhere at the same time. If someone can suddenly and accurately locate it When it comes to death itself, that’s strange…”
Xie Yuanyuan did not answer her, and could not answer her. His body sank half in lava and half in ice, and the turbulent scenes of the past ten years passed quickly and slowly through his blackened eyes - he was so close to the end of his life that he even saw the end of his life. revolving door.
"All thirty-five people are here, right?"
"We're all here!"
"Okay, let's go! The course that the teacher will take you on today will show you how holographic devices interact with people in daily life. It is a topic that is very close to you! Don't crowd or run around. …”
No, they are not all here. There is still one person who is not here.
Xie Yuanyuan stood on the street, watching the faceless child running panting from the other side of the street, waving and shouting as he ran.
"Teacher! Teacher! And me... and me! Sorry, I'm late! Teacher!"
He had shouted so loudly and waved so hard, but no one heard his voice and no one saw his struggle. The adults hurriedly walked past him indifferently, as if the child shouting desperately was just a breathing plant, a gust of transparent wind.
"...and me, I didn't...I..."
The suspended train traveling on the sky plank road was like a brilliant particle in the circuit, and soon disappeared together with the orderly traffic flow. Only the boy who could not catch up was left far behind, hunched over, panting tiredly, sweating. In her wet palm, she held an unused electronic ticket.
No, Xie Yuanyuan opened his lips. He was silenced by the world, as if a fish in the deep sea spit out a string of silent bubbles. No one will see you. Go rob the bank, take away the adult's wallet, go and steal other people's money. Put your cherished things in your arms right in front of you. No matter what you do, no one will notice you or notice your... Useless.
Time began to turn again. Xie Yuanyuan stood at the center of the world, and at the same time stood in the corner where no one cared. He watched the child grow taller and more silent, more transparent, and more faceless day by day.
He lives more comfortably than others, but also lives more difficultly than others. Without elders to take care of him, he had to take care of himself. Fortunately, life would not make things difficult for him. He seemed to be a lucky person who was spared by fate and life. He lived in a care center for vulnerable groups until he reached adulthood. The government paid monthly A sum of living expenses is paid into his account regularly. This is his only visible fixed income. The machines and programs will not ignore any registered account, even if there is a tombstone on the other side of the account, a dead person who cannot speak, as long as there is a pass It can get the money if it submits its declaration records.
He is better than a tombstone, better than a dead person.
He went to a public elementary school, a public middle school, and a public university. He has been law-abiding and obscurant for more than ten years. This makes him feel strange, but his character seems to be like this. Compared with participating in destruction, he observes The world is more suitable for him.
Xie Yuanyuan stared at the boy with bangs that covered his eyes. On the day he was admitted to college, he decided to buy something to celebrate and give his life a sense of ceremony. He walked around the holographic mall and saw the sky. white nun.
— "City of Nova, where dreams and future are shaped by you."
What kind of NPC is it
The boy walked around the mall and saw a promotional piece by n-star company to celebrate its bicentennial. The nun's snow-white dress was like the clouds of heaven, passing brilliantly through it.
… "Uncanny Valley"? Then go to the uncanny valley.
The young man stood still in front of the lottery system, completely ignoring the "one person, one time" rule, and drew 567 times in one go, winning two admissions. He compared it, picked a serial number that suited his eyes, and then stuffed the other one into a passerby's pocket.
Xie Yuanyuan finally had a nostalgic smile on his face.
The holy nuns suddenly rioted, turning the Uncanny Valley into a completely isolated kingdom. Xie Yuanyuan was expressionless and the game was interrupted. This was a pity, but what did it have to do with him? He originally wanted to minimize his presence and then try to see if he could come out. However, just when he was about to do so, there was a sudden knock on the door of the room.
"Dong dong dong", three polite and restrained sounds.
He stood up and looked out the door, and found that they were two very special guys in the team. Their whole bodies seemed to be shining. Such people were naturally from a different species from him.
"Dong dong dong", still knocking.
They are here to find Muto, he thought.
"We are not looking for Muto, we are looking for you."
He stared helplessly at the two people in front of him.
One looked at him with a warm smile, and the other looked at him with a majestic aura, half-smiling but not smiling.
… Hear the flute and talk to He Qin.
His life changed drastically.
"Xie, Yuan, Yuan, your name is... Xie, Yuan, Yuan..." He heard Wen Di babble, and while talking, he stroked his hand one by one, "A steady stream of Yuan, okay, remember. , I won’t forget it next time.”
"I'll have to forget it next time," the handsome and dangerous man joked, "His name is hard to remember."
Wen Di was unconvinced and said: "Go away, go away, I'm afraid you don't know how good my memory is, I can definitely remember it, right, Xie... uh, Xie, Xie Yuanyuan!"
The man laughed louder, but this was the first time he didn't know how to respond, so he could only laugh stupidly twice.
"Is it funny?" The cold and ferocious woman stood on the other side. She was wrapped in a very ladylike white dress like a sharp weapon. "What's so funny about not remembering people's names? I can't remember it either." Can’t bear his name.”
"My name is Xie Yuanyuan," he pursed his lips. For some reason, he had the courage and idea to repeat it to them for the first time, "Thank you, thank you, endlessly."
The woman raised her eyebrows and said nothing for a while. After a moment, she said, "Okay, thank you... Yuanyuan."
"Let's go, Xie Yuanyuan!" Wen Di glared at the man, smiled warmly and proudly, and said loudly to him: "Look, I remembered! There will be a night patrol tonight!"
He was stunned for a long time, looking at the dim lights in the room, Xie Yuanyuan scratched his head.
The feeling was very strange, like a gust of wind, a wandering ghost suddenly tied to the spine by a thread. The thread is thin, light, and can be broken by blowing, but after all, it is a thread that exists in the world. It has a physical thread. He is also being held lightly, and has connections and ties with the world.
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This remembered name is a new beginning for him.
"...Xie Yuanyuan!"
He suddenly heard Du Zijun's voice. It was not from memory or hallucination. It sounded above his head at this moment.
"Huh?" Hela's expression changed, "... I didn't expect that you were really found by a few of your teammates?"
She lowered her head, and the tassel on the crown also brushed against Xie Yuanyuan's spirit body, bringing him a pain like a knife: "I just don't know how long they can protect you?"
Xie Yuanyuan opened his eyes and looked at Hela, his lips moved a few times.
"What do you want to say?" Hela's sharp armor grazed his lower lip, "Do you want to beg for mercy?"
Xie Yuanyuan said with difficulty: "... don't... use..."
"Huh?" Hela tilted her head, "Can't you hear me? Can you please speak louder?"
"... No need... to protect..." His voice was as angry as silk, but his eyes held a relieved smile, "I... broke... the thread..."
Hela's smile froze: "...what?"
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