MTL - Half Immortal-Chapter 101 Golem Castle (14)

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When the explosion sounded, the entire castle was in silence.

At midnight, the players were caught off guard by the sudden arrival of good puppets, evil puppets and hidden rules, which caused the initial chaos. However, in the second half of the night, players with a little strength gradually adapted and found their own rhythm. Most of them chose to recharge their batteries and make plans, and not many people were active on the aisles of the castle.

The walking evil puppet made slight footsteps.

But within a few minutes, with the sunlight pouring in outside the castle, all players gradually realized what happened with this explosion.

—the light board under their feet was off.

The numbers that accompany everyone are completely invisible at this moment, and the floor of the entire castle has turned into an ordinary and eerie black.

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"Will it be a new problem for the copy? Destroying the lights is not good for everyone."

"...Maybe it's also players who are not sure of surviving?"

"Impossible," the man said to his teammates, "the number of puppets is so important, anyone can think of the power box. Don't forget, even our kind just want to get a little We all wanted to go to the power box and wait for those low-level players who wanted to destroy the power supply, but we didn’t have the confidence to go. The competition has started for a long time, I don’t believe that people who have no information are waiting by the power supply, but it’s awesome Isn't the player doing this to make it difficult for them to catch people..."

"Let's go out first—it's dawn, everyone is resting. There are players...the hunt is on."

The first floor of the castle, in front of the power box.

The ground was covered in blood.

In the hours after midnight, more and more low-level players realize that they are no different from good puppets, and as the game time goes on, they will only become prey to other players. But most players who can live to the 30th or 40th floor have some experience - some people would think of destroying the power box and hinder hunting.

But they want to come over and destroy the power cord, so Xu Miaomiao naturally wants to stay here and wait.

Those players who think they are smart have already become the points of the other side.

A player of the other side of the flower put the miniature walkie-talkie prop into his ear with a solemn expression, and said, "Miaomiao, it's me."

Two identical female voices came from the walkie-talkie: "The lighting power supply is destroyed."

The player looked very bad looking at the smoked power box that had been blown up. He was clearly talking to his teammates, but his tone was not only surprised, but more frightened, and even his voice trembled a little: "I have been staring at it, since we first went downstairs to now, there is no Half a step away..."

On the other end of the walkie-talkie, Xu Miaomiao's words made him instantly relieved: "It's not your fault."

But when the next sentence came, the man was startled and his eyes widened in disbelief.

"Although you are not very good, but you are more than enough to deal with those wastes, not when you are guarding. It was arranged before we came."

The man was shocked: "How is this possible!? This is faster than you, and faster than everyone in this copy to get all the unspoken rules of the copy..."

At the same time as getting all this as quickly as possible, quickly arrange all this, paralyze them before, and kill one by surprise now.

On the other end of the walkie-talkie, Xu Miaomiao seemed to laugh softly.

She said: "Xue Wan would not be willing to spend that time playing this roundabout deduction with me... This is, which hidden clumsy has entered?"

The top floor of the castle, the observatory.

Xue Wan held the serrated long knife and leaned against the wall in the corner with her eyes half closed, her expression indifferent.

He didn't move when he heard the explosion, but raised his eyelids and glanced down at his feet - the digital lights had disappeared.

Afterwards, he sneered and continued to close his eyes and doze off.

The angle of the sun rises slowly with the passage of time, the first night of the game is about to pass, and the footsteps on the aisle are getting louder-the sudden explosion of the power box almost woke everyone up, players They all started to act early.

Yan Wei, who caused all this, did not wake up.

Since entering the world inside the building, Yan Wei's sleep has not been good. He was born with little sense of security, but instead was full of vigilance. If there was no Yan Mingguang by his side, he would always just fall asleep lightly, and a slight disturbance could wake him up from his sleep.

But this time, the explosion sounded, Yan Wei just rolled over on the bed uneasily, eyes closed, brows furrowed.

He couldn't hear the deafening sound, he only felt like he was in a sea of ​​blood.

It was a real sea of ​​blood. There was a lingering **** smell all around, and those who rushed were uncomfortable and nauseated. There are many huge ships floating on the sea, all of them are rusted, with the smell of old rot, intertwined with the smell of blood.

There are people on each boat.

Yan Wei subconsciously felt that those people were also players.

He was also standing on the deck of one of the ships, the swaying sea impacted the rusted iron ship, swaying a disgusting breath. The whole ship swayed violently. He leaned on the edge of the fence and looked out. The players around him seemed to be looking at him intentionally or unintentionally, with bad eyes.

But he didn't care about these eyes, just looking at these **** colors was really uncomfortable, turned around and went back to the boat.

He felt like he was going through it all, and yet he felt like a spectator.

He walked back to the dark passage inside the ship. He seemed to have someone coming in with him. He didn't hesitate at all when walking, and walked directly in the direction of the person he was looking for.

The feeling of reality is getting deeper and deeper, and his feeling is getting more and more real.

The person he is looking for is...Yan Mingguang.

He thought, and at the end of the aisle, he saw a man leaning against the wall, his head bowed slightly, and he seemed to be holding a cigarette in his hand. Smoke lingered around this person, adding a little hazy. In the dim light, Yan Wei couldn't see the face of the person in front of him clearly, but he still judged at a glance - this was Yan Mingguang.

He stepped forward almost intuitively and shouted: "Yan Mingguang!"

The man moved and looked up at him.

Yan Wei quickened her pace.

In an instant, he walked in front of this man, and as expected, he saw this man's indifferent but not alienated face.

"There are roughly four players in this dungeon who failed to cross the ninety-ninth floor, and the others are not a concern. As for the situation of the dungeon, I have roughly guessed it, it may be a long time. , very tortured copy-"

The man suddenly interrupted him: "Yan Wei."

Yan Wei paused: "Huh?"

Yan Mingguang walked slowly to him.

The faint smell of smoke around this person has always been an exception to Yan Wei, who has always been obsessed with cleanliness, and he never rejects it. But at this moment, the moment this person approached, he suddenly felt that the smell of smoke was a bit pungent, and the other party's momentum was quite oppressive.

The pair of pure black eyes looked at him through the lens, the depths of the eyes were emotions that Yan Wei could not capture.

Deep, deep and creepy.

…Yan Wei always felt that something was not right.

But the picture in front of him was not clear, he only saw Yan Mingguang's face, and everything around him was blurry.

The man said to him, "It's hard."

Yan Wei was stunned for a moment, then chuckled: "When am I afraid of trouble?"

"Will die."

"I'm never afraid of death. Besides, you are still by my side, it doesn't matter whether I live or die, we'll be together." Yan Wei said, but he was very surprised - he When is this kind of heart and lungs?

The man didn't feel his heart and lungs at all: "Let's look for the descending passage now, it's still too late. I'm afraid you have an accident, let's go."

Yan Wei found it difficult to understand: "What the **** is wrong with you? What are you talking about? We went upstairs... Isn't it just to break the 99th floor dungeon to end all this? Why did you suddenly let me give up— "

"Yan Wei."

Another interruption by his name.

It was this person's cold voice again.

But this time, the voice came from behind Yan Wei.

He turned his head subconsciously, caught off guard, and saw Yan Mingguang standing behind him, looking at him solemnly.

"You're not..."

Yan Wei turned around, but saw Yan Mingguang still standing in front of him.

He breathed for a while, and subconsciously took a step back to the side, looking sideways at the front and back Yan Mingguang, suddenly a little dazed.

I just heard Yan Mingguang who just appeared behind him say, "Come here, it's not me, he's lying to you."

Yan Wei was about to speak when the entire hull shook suddenly. The blurry world was spinning, and Yan Wei suddenly opened his eyes!

—is a dream.

Yan Wei sat up abruptly, clutching the quilt tightly with both hands, panting heavily. There was cold sweat on his forehead, and there was a lingering daze in his pale brown eyes.

It is another dream with Yan Mingguang in a strange copy.

Is that the copy he went to before he lost his memory? Ninety-nine... is the ninety-ninth floor copy! ?

Have he and Yan Mingguang encountered the danger of not being able to tell the truth from the false before? Why are there two-

"Yan Wei."

It was another short cry, the voice was moist and cold, but not alienated at all.

The same voice as in the dream.

Yan Wei suddenly jolted, turned his head subconsciously, only to see Yan Mingguang half-squatting by the bed, frowning slightly, looking at him with concern.

"—Who are you!?" He said, "Are you Shan Yu or Yan Mingguang?"

The man paused for a moment, still looking at him unguardedly, his eyes flashed a trace of confusion and slight surprise. Yan Mingguang asked him, "What happened to you? What happened just now?"

Yan Wei was startled.

He slowly lowered the short blade in his hand.

He always thought that this copy was difficult for him because of the struggle and identification between his own id and the good puppet. Once he figured out the joints, the id and the good puppet were indistinguishable You and I have passed this only psychological difficulty.

But after this vague but terrifying dream—or a memory from the past—appeared in his mind, he realized that the psychological difficulty for him was not his own.

It's Yan Mingguang.

He didn't know that the dream buried deep in his memory symbolized what kind of past he and Yan Mingguang had experienced. But he could sense fear in his emotional ups and downs at the moment.

Not the unpredictable puppets and ghosts, not the unpredictable players in the fear copy, not even the fear of life and death.

He seemed...very, very, very, very afraid of admitting wrong Yan Mingguang.

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