MTL - Top Horror Novelist-Chapter 170 (1)

In the private room, Tong Yao was lying on a soft and comfortable bed, but his brows were tightly wrinkled, and his limbs twitched from time to time, as if he wanted to make a movement of resistance.

Even the muscles are tense.

Even with the best and softest mattress quilt, Tong Yao didn't look relaxed in the slightest, as if he was going through a brutal fight.

In fact, in the dream world, Tong Yao is indeed facing a cruel and **** test.

When she realized what she had just done, she couldn't help sweating coldly, and felt scared for a while.

Skye... that Saint Sky, who was once considered an endangered species in the game field, would use such a method to lure her into the sea of ​​corpses.

It is completely different from Skye in Tong Yao's memory!

Without the warmth of gentleness and kindness, only cold malice and even death remain.

If it hadn't been for Tong Yao not letting go of her concern for Chu Yueli until before going to bed, making her think of Chu Yueli the moment she saw Skye, she would not be able to regain consciousness until now, let alone realize it. The unusualness of the scene before us.

Tong Yao looked around in panic, and everywhere he could see were the skeletons of tragic deaths.

Some of them were players who had already died in various dungeons, and Tong Yao slowly found their figures from memory.

That is, the players who were rumored to be randomly entered into [City of Death Knell], and no one has seen them since then. All they said was that they died in Tangjia City.

But now, their bones appear here, becoming a stepping stone for Skye.

Even in addition to this, there are some players who are clearly A-level!

They died in the new world.

Which means...

This part of the players, just experienced by Tong Yao, and separated from Chu Yueli and Skye, were those passengers who failed the test and died in the box.

Tong Yao subconsciously covered her mouth, her eyes full of disbelief.

how come? How could those players appear in her dream?

And still with Skye...

Her thinking slowed down by half a beat, and she suddenly realized the connection.

All the player corpses that appeared in the corpse mountain have more or less connections with Skye.

Tangjia City, Yunhai Train, and the previous dungeons, it seems that Skye participated in every dungeon.

Does this mean that from Skye's entry into the game field to the present, all the players he has encountered have appeared here?

Whether it's the lowest level or a high level player.

No matter what strength they were in life, they can't escape the death from Skye now.

Became a member of the tower of Babel built on the mountain of corpses leading to the sky.

The only meaning of their death is to send Skye to a height that does not belong to him.

Even…

become the sky.

become a god.

Just like Skye's original title.

sky... a child who longs for the sky.

This speculation is extremely absurd, and it is full of difficulties and too vast scope, making it almost impossible to be true, just a too bold idea.

But inexplicably, Tong Yao felt someone standing behind her, gently patting her shoulder and sighing.

The sigh seemed to say: You guessed right, that's it.

very familiar.

It seems that Chu Yueli is back.

But when Tong Yao was frightened and suddenly turned her head to look, Chu Yueli was not behind her.

It was a pale face with blood and tears flowing.

The eyeballs had been gouged out from the face of the dead man, leaving only a piece of black and red rotten flesh in the dark eye sockets.

Faced with such a face suddenly, Tong Yao's heart stopped beating in fright, and his eyes widened.

The corpse was standing less than ten centimeters away from her, even if Tong Yao tilted his head forward, he would collide with the cold and temperatureless skin.

She was so frightened that she quickly took two steps back, trying to distance herself from the corpse.

But at this moment, she felt that she had encountered a solid wall behind her, which hindered her step back.

…Do not.

That's not a wall, it's...cold, inflexible, has lost all life, turned into a corpse of...human being.

The man stood behind her, had already seen her movement, and easily held her arm from behind.

Like iron tongs, Tong Yao frowned and his arms ached.

"Are you afraid? Tong Yao."

She heard the man behind her ask.

The voice was soft, slow, but extremely cold.

Like an echo from the depths of the mortuary, with the cold void of death.

It made her hairs stand on end.

Tong Yao swallowed, his muscles trembling unconsciously, not knowing what the people behind him wanted to do.

Even though the change was huge, she still heard it.

That's Skye.

Skye, who was standing on the mountain of corpses before she turned around, was now behind her, asking her questions at such a dangerously close distance.

"What are you afraid of? Me? Or death?"

Skye is laughing.

The laughter was so gentle, it vaguely coincided with the past in Tong Yao's memory, as if Skye had never changed, and was still the kind saint who was willing to help others and never complained.

But when Skye was talking, another corpse, under Tong Yao's helpless gaze, slowly walked towards her from the depths of the darkness.

One, two...

More and more corpses stepped on slowly, silently approaching her from the darkness in all directions.

It seems that the corpses of the entire corpse mountain have gained the power of resurrection in the darkness, stood up again, and launched an attack on the life outside the darkness.

Tong Yao saw that not only ordinary players, but even well-known high-level figures on the Tianbang were walking towards her and made a posture of attacking.

Could it be that these corpses have the same power as they did in life? !

Tong Yao was shocked, and suddenly felt that the blood in his whole body was cold.

If that was the case...then she wouldn't even have the possibility of resisting, and would be killed directly by the overwhelming corpses.

She knew that she couldn't beat it at all, and she didn't want to hit the stone with a pebble over her own strength, she just wanted to run immediately, the farther away from these corpses the better.

But no matter how she struggled, even the sound of "Kach...Kach!" being broken and broken came from the bones of her hand, Skye clamped her hand, and still remained motionless.

It seemed to be nothing more than an ant shaking in his palm.

Made Skye laugh.

"It's really strange."

He smiled lowly, and said with emotion behind Tong Yao: "People used to like to ask me for help so much, and wanted me to save them, but they had no respect, they called me around and instructed me at will, as if I was going to save them It's a matter of course."

"But now, you all fear me so much, yet... respect me so much."

Tong Yao desperately tried to calm her mind that was about to collapse. Even though she was afraid, her teeth were chattering uncontrollably, but she still did not give up observing the corpses in front of her, trying to find one that could A gap from which to escape.

Because of this, she saw that when Skye mentioned "you", the dead people's already stiff and pale faces still showed fear.

They didn't dare to look at Tong Yao—to be exact, it was Skye behind her.

Instead, Qi Qi turned their eyes to the side, and some even tried to step back and return to the cover of darkness, lest they would be noticed by Skye.

Tong Yao felt strange.

Why do people who have died have such emotions? If those players on the Sea of ​​Clouds train just died in fear of killing each other, what about the other players?

The other corpses had never been identified as dead before, and many of them were only said to be missing.

There are even some players who should have been alive before Tong Yao entered the new world.

But what she saw now was that all the players who had intersected with Skye had died.

Full of fear.

with awe.

Tong Yao heard that Skye was sighing.

"Look, it turns out that what everyone needs is not help, but awe..."

"What you want is not a saint who will kindly help you, but a demon who will kill you."

He was laughing: "It's my fault that I found out so late."

"If I knew this earlier, why should I use my own life to save yours? Why don't you put a devil in front of you, and you will be grateful to me for it."

When Skye spoke, his breath fell on Tong Yao's neck, and she shivered from the cold, her eyes full of horror.

It's like being in an ice cellar.

"you…"

Tong Yao suppressed his fear, frowned and asked, "Where's Chu Yueli? What have you done to him!"

Hearing this name, Skye paused, and slightly let go of Tong Yao's hand, accidentally giving her room to struggle.

"Chu Yueli..."

He murmured softly, his voice echoing in the boundless darkness of the dream.

It was as if he was hearing the name for the first time.

Or, enough to make him unforgettable.

But anxious, Tong Yao didn't have time to distinguish the emotions in Skye's words. She just thought that Skye was not going to tell Chu Yueli's whereabouts, and even wanted to deny the existence of Chu Yueli.

She couldn't help being anxious: "You were with Chu Yueli at that time, weren't you? You are here, what about him? Where did he go?"

It wasn't until this moment that Tong Yao was suddenly so blessed that he understood why he had told Chi Yiyin about Chu Yueli and Skye's separation earlier, and couldn't help complaining to him about Chu Yueli, feeling that Chu Yueli When Yueli was dissatisfied with his companion's action, Chi Yiyin smiled and shook his head indifferently, rejecting her idea.

Chi Yiyin said that it is impossible for Chu Yueli to attack his companions for no reason.

'The power awakened by Yueli is a very special one even among the twenty-two titles. '

The Hanged Man represents death, misfortune, sorrow, like an ominous symbol, which is disliked by everyone.

But—does he bring misfortune, or does he warn of misfortune?

‘People always want to shift responsibility to other people or things. Even if there is no fault party at all, they will try their best to find someone to blame, so as to vent their pain and anger. '

‘Did the mourning bird do something wrong? '

At that time, Chi Yiyin asked Tong Yao with a light smile: "The mourning bird just declares death, but it is regarded as ominous by people, but it has never killed anyone, has it?" '

‘It’s not that the Hanged Man caused misfortune, he just... saw the truth behind the clues from a perspective that was ignored by everyone, warning of the coming of death. '

At that time, although Tong Yao did not refute him out of respect and trust for Chi Yiyin, she did not believe what Chi Yiyin said, thinking that he did not want to cause suspicion and suspicion among her companions. That's why he tactfully persuaded her to trust her companions.

But now, looking at the mountain of corpses in front of him and Skye's strangeness, Tong Yao suddenly understood what Chi Yiyin said.

The Hanged Man...he didn't bring death, he just foresaw it.

Perhaps in that carriage, Chu Yueli, who had never shown any offensive power, suddenly knocked Skye unconscious, because he sensed Skye's change at that moment and foresaw the current scene. That's why he tried to control Skye and prevent this from happening.

It wasn't that Chu Yueli attacked his companion.

Chu Yueli wanted to keep the mutated Skye out for her sake, for Chi Yiyin's sake, so as not to let Skye hurt others.

When Tong Yao figured this out, he couldn't help feeling guilty, and felt even more guilty, and because of this, he wanted to know Chu Yueli's current situation more and more anxiously.

But facing Tong Yao's questioning, Skye remained silent.

In the darkness, everything was quiet because of Skye's silence, a deathly silence.

Not even the sound of breathing, wind, or footsteps existed.

All the dead bodies melted into the darkness, collapsing suddenly like black water that melted in an instant.

At this moment, Tong Yao also felt a cold aura along the soles of his feet, spreading upwards and controlling it.

In the end, he strangled her neck so tightly that she could barely breathe.

"you…"

Tong Yao's face turned pale, and he struggled desperately, trying to regain his breath from the terrifying but invisible force.

But what she saw was that Skye dropped her and, like those dead bodies, smiled and turned into a pool of black water, blending into the darkness in front of her eyes.

There was only one face left, still floating on the black pool, undulating with the surge of the black water, twisting ferociously like a huge monster, turning around and wriggling slowly into the deeper dream.

"Someone escaped. He left the place where all the eyes of death can see. How can this be done? How can someone not be afraid of the power of death..."

"Catch him back, take him back."

"Make him one of us, and an irresistible death shall befall all!"

Skye's voice was so weird, like thousands of people roaring and shouting in unison, and when the voices merged into one place, it seemed so distorted, crazy, and couldn't be looked directly at.

Tong Yao couldn't stop trembling, suffocation and fear made her unable to breathe, so she could only widen her eyes, watching Skye gradually disappear in front of her eyes together with the darkness.

At the same time, on the sea of ​​clouds train.

In the corners that no one noticed, the shadows were twisting, stretching, and spreading in every tiniest crevice.

Like a climbing vine, any gap can become a space for it to grow.

Darkness invaded the entire train.

Numerous climbing vines and branches keep going down, going deeper.

Not only the box, but even the base of the train, every gear and mechanical device is covered with vines that are too dark to reflect light, tightly entwining the entire train.

In the golden-red sunset sky, the darkness on the train body is like a bright and colorful oil painting, with a sudden black stroke, so conspicuous.

Unfortunately, no one was on the train.

People on the train cannot see what is happening outside the train.

They are still doing their own thing, negotiating and rushing for their own interests and survival, without noticing the changes that have occurred.

Only Tong Yao, who was lying on the bed in his own box, was twitching and rolling uncontrollably, like epilepsy.

The black silk thread passed through every pore in the silk of the bed. The soft cloth could not stop the invasion of darkness, so Tong Yao could only be caught, wrapped, and swallowed by the darkness below him.

Like cocoons made by silkworms.

More black silk threads spread in the box.

They move quickly along the walls and the ground, and nothing that has holes can hinder their footsteps.

Every grain of wood, every pore of cotton...

In an instant, the entire box was enveloped in darkness.

The light is engulfed and cannot even be refracted.

This place is like a monster's lair, and Tong Yao is just its prey.

But no one discovered her current situation.

Only the deep fear of death in the dark, and the loneliness of life.

Tong Yao's eyelids trembled, and he tried hard to look towards the place where the light was shining.

She has never been more remorseful than now.

I regret that I didn't trust Chu Yueli's judgment at that time, and I didn't have a companion who dealt with the mutation with him. I regret not being able to find them in time after being separated in the carriage, so that things have developed to the present point...

If, if she had done something right, wouldn't things be the way they are now?

Chu Yueli's whereabouts are not unknown, and his life and death are uncertain.

In the darkness and silence, Tong Yao felt a pair of cold and slippery arms slowly wrapping around his shoulders, and then slowly hugging her into his arms from behind.

At that moment, she even had the urge to cry.

There is no fear, only the peace of mind of returning to the arms of the mother.

Tong Yao was so familiar with this embrace that she instantly recognized that this was the "self" she met in the empty carriage.

At that time, the coffin containing his own body was also like Skye, engulfed by black viscous liquid, like a sea of ​​rancid blood.

But "I" gave her a dark but reassuring hug, telling her that she could choose to stay there and not face the death and pain from now on.

At that time, Tong Yao gritted her teeth and persevered, and re-firmed her idea of ​​leaving the game field and returning to reality.

But now, Tong Yao has doubts about her previous decision, and even because of her misjudgment of Chu Yueli, she is now full of denials about her past life, doubting whether she has always made wrong choices .

Tears rolled down the cheeks.

Tong Yao gritted his teeth, but the tears couldn't stop falling.

A long sigh came from behind.

That "self" said to her, "Look, this is the future I'm trying to keep you from entering."

"Pain, suffering, full of death and doubt. Here, you will doubt your entire life and decision-making, deny the meaning of your existence, and your spirit and soul will gradually collapse. After you fall, you will never be able to stand up again."

"Even a quick death is thousands of times better than the current torture."

"Unfortunately, you rejected me. Rejected the proposal from the future."

The black and cold arms slowly tightened.

But this time, Tong Yao closed his eyes in despair, relaxed himself and fell back, letting himself fall into that embrace.

There is no struggle or hesitation.

"Death... is also a gift."

With a sigh, it slowly dissipated into the darkness.

…

After Chi Yiyin and others left, the remaining players in the restaurant car also made moves one after another.

After seeing that the first person to leave was fine, the others gradually left tentatively.

The conductor is like a shadow, silently appearing beside the players. Before they notice it, he will take the initiative to make a sound, and lead them the way to their respective compartments with a respectful but no emotional warmth.

But it is more like a prison guard than a stern service.

Each conductor corresponds to each box car, and the players are in different cars. When returning to the "prison", they need to be led by the "jailer".

There was nothing wrong with some players, it was just that the conductors were soulless puppets, and they were treated like a piece of furniture, and they were not taken seriously at all.

But some people, when following behind the conductor, also feel like being watched by the conductor, as if the other person has eyes behind him, which makes him feel uncomfortable.

After he whispered his thoughts to his companion, the companion couldn't help but be serious, and when he had doubts, he looked at the conductor again, and it didn't look right no matter what.

Just like the box numbers issued by the train conductor when they first got on the train, the twenty or so remaining players were distributed in different compartments.

Just different from the beginning.

At that time, all boxes had corresponding passengers, whether they were NPCs or players.

The bustle and bustle on the surface is always reassuring.

But now, there are not many people left in the carriage.

Some carriages were even wiped out.

Empty like a morgue, eerily quiet.

Some players stood in front of the door of their box, but looked sideways at the box where there was no one else but themselves, as if the whole world had abandoned him.

After losing his companion, even the others went away from him.

Loneliness and fear spread in the soul.

"Is there anything else you need?"

The conductor still spoke standard words with a standard accent. Repeated over and over again, like a soulless robot, constantly urging players to enter the box.

Similar scenes played out in every carriage.

After being also informed of the train rules, the players all returned to their respective boxes one after another. After a long and tiring day, they finally returned to their seemingly reassuring residence.

In the private space, many people were finally able to relax after a tense day, and collapsed exhausted on the soft beds.

It was a rough enough day, even for high-level players.

Just entering the new world, before I fully figure out what is going on here, I have already lost my companions on the seemingly harmless Yunhai train, or watched people around me die.

Things hurt their kind.

No one feels that other people's deaths are none of their business.

They knew very well that the ones who died today were other players, and the ones who died tomorrow were likely to be them.

They are all high-level players, and their fate is so similar that even death cannot escape.

But at the very least, let them rest before the danger comes again.

Relax your tired body and mind, temporarily forget the hardships and dangers in the soft and warm quilt, and fall into a deep sleep.

Maybe it's too exhausting, maybe the private space after the door is closed is too reassuring.

Every player who entered the box felt that the bed in front of them was so attractive that they couldn't help but want to pounce on it. They didn't want to continue thinking about anything, they just wanted to have a good sleep.

Except for a few players who remained awake, most players chose to rest.

The sea of ​​clouds train has no end point and no deadline. They don't know how long they will stay here, and they can't fall down on the first day.

It is also necessary to recharge your batteries before the danger strikes again.

However, the players who closed their eyes did not see that there was darkness rolling and surging in the corners and crevices of the box.

The closet made a slight noise, as if something was hidden inside, through the narrow gap between the doors of the closet, silently watching the player on the bed opposite the closet.

Thin black vines are stretching and spreading, firmly occupying the darkness on the back of every piece of furniture.

The back of the wardrobe, under the bed, behind the desk...

Even under the soft mattress, there are thousands of fine black vines stretching and twisting, hiding in the soft bed and knitted fabric around the player.

They occupy every inch of darkness, but quietly do nothing.

It seems that they are still waiting for a certain time to come.

Even the players who were still awake were keenly aware that there seemed to be something weird in the box, but when they looked back in doubt, they found nothing.

Even if they lifted the quilt, opened the closet, and checked the crevices and corners under the bed and behind the furniture, they didn't find any abnormal places or weird creatures.

The instant those corners emerged into the light, the black tentacles would snap away, unseen.

And when the cabinet door is closed, the quilt falls, and the player straightens up and no longer looks at the bottom of the bed... Those vines that spread from the darkness will occupy that inch of land again.

It's like a game of hide-and-seek where there is no suspense in winning or losing.

"Strange…"

The player muttered, with doubts in his eyes, but no matter what he did, he returned in vain.

He can only attribute this to his over-vigilance, which has reached the point where everything is in danger.

The player shook his head with a wry smile, and didn't care anymore.

He sat down on the sofa and flipped through the magazine next to him, wanting to use this to entertain and relax.

But looking at it, the player felt that something was not quite right.

The same magazines also appeared in the previous box cars, just like the reading magazines that the train actively provides for passengers to pass the time, and also introduce the scenery along the train and interesting experiences on the train.

It’s just that when I read it before, most of the magazines were introducing the scenery of the sea of ​​clouds train, and each photo was taken like a fairyland in the kingdom of God, which made people yearn for it.

Even though there were mentions of the death of passengers in the magazine at that time, it was downplayed and attributed to the carelessness of the previous passengers who died, so as to advise the players not to try to escape the train, and not to resist the rules of the train.

But now, when the player opened the magazine again in his box, he was surprised to find that the entire magazine was now talking about the deaths of the passengers in the past.

Each death is vivid and detailed, and even how long the victim struggled to die is also accurately written with the specific time, and there are pictures of the deceased suffering and gruesome before dying.

The description inside is also full of malice, as if the audience watching the circus clown's performance would applaud and laugh loudly when the clown died.

Players read every word, only to feel shuddering.

Even though he has seen similar things in the game field, he thinks he has seen through the inferiority of human beings, and he has long been accustomed to the indifference of people applauding the death of others, but he is still overwhelmed by the malicious words in the magazines now. scared.

Negative emotions are like sludge, overflowing between the lines, trapping the player's thinking like a swamp.

Like an electronic virus that invades a computer.

Even if the player shakes his head, trying to drive those horrible thoughts out of his mind, and replace the malicious and hideous thoughts in his mind with other things and thoughts, he still cannot get rid of those dark and malicious entanglements.

Like a prey caught by a spider's web, the more it struggles, the more bound it becomes. From the moment it bumps into the spider's web, there is no possibility of escape.

Trapped in a quagmire of pain, the player suddenly realizes belatedly—

If the magazine really collected the deaths of those passengers like a documentary, how could it have photos of all the passengers before they died?

Since the person who took the photo was at the scene, why didn't he rescue the passengers?

Moreover, it was such a coincidence that when the passenger died, someone was recording it.

Even if one didn't react, the two were photographed because of a coincidence.

But all the dead passengers were recorded in detail, and detailed photos were taken...

Is this probability too small?

How could that happen!

The only explanation, the only...

In the panic of the player, there is only one thought left in his mind.

The only explanation is that the deaths of those passengers were deliberately guided by the Sea of ​​Clouds train. And when they died, the train watched the whole process from the sidelines, as indifferent as an emotionless bystander.

The crew of the train will not come to the rescue.

Because it was the train itself that killed the passing passengers.

Just like the cannibalism in the carriage just now.

This is also part of the test.

The player finally figured it out.

But it seems... too late.

The magazine fell out of his hand, and with a "pop!", he fell to the ground.

Immediately, the whole box was completely silent.

The conductor stood guard in the corridor of each car, as if he was loyal to his duty, staring straight at every box occupied by people without blinking.

All those who tried to leave the box would be persuaded by the conductor to return to the box one by one with polite but not warm standard terms, and they would not be allowed to move around.

"Please don't try to break the train rules."

The conductor warned: "Those who violate the rules will be immediately abandoned by the train."

Throwing it from the sky will surely kill you.

It was resting in a weird box, even if there was danger, it hadn't appeared yet, and there was still a turning point.

Or was immediately thrown off the train to die.

Those players who realized the weirdness in the box, even if they wanted to leave, had no choice but to retreat in the end.

For a moment, the Yunhai Train, which was still screaming and roaring just now, fell into a peaceful stillness.

All the players returned to the box car, and the restaurant car was empty.

But in the bar car that was supposed to return to the quietness completely, there was unexpectedly someone there.

Chi Yan crossed his legs, sat on the sofa and flipped through the magazine in his hand leisurely, with calm eyes.

Those ferocious and desperate faces at the time of death could not arouse the slightest emotion in her.

Fear also requires empathy.

Chi Yan has been excluded by human society from the very beginning, and he has recognized his monster nature, and never regarded himself as a human being, so how could he empathize with those dead passengers?

"Well, this magazine has fallen into your hands, and it has not played its original role at all."

An exaggerated sigh came from the sofa opposite Chi Yan.

The train conductor sat opposite Chi Yan, with brightly colored jackets and uniforms naturally placed beside him, and he propped his chin with his hand, looking at Chi Yan in boredom.

Compared with the fear and sorrow when facing Chi Yiyin, the train conductor is like a stray cat passing by beside Chi Yi, trying to express his kindness intimately, and Mimi barks to attract attention.

He looks so relaxed, without any guard, as if Chi Yan is not trying to kill Li Sijun and subvert the existence of the entire game field and world, but a companion without any threat.

"I thought you would immediately go to World Consciousness to settle accounts, but I didn't expect you to be here."

The train conductor tilted his head, and asked with a smile, "Is it because of Chi Yiyin, Mr. Chi?"

"Are you worried that he will be hurt?"

Chi Yan raised his eyelashes, and looked at the train conductor with a cold, no warmth, without any emotion, which was not what the train conductor guessed at all.

But the train conductor was not surprised by this result.

Think about it too.

A ruthless person like Chi Yan even dared to kill herself in order to get rid of the world consciousness. Even Li Sijun was shocked and left a deep impression. How can a person who can do such a thing worry about other people needlessly?

Besides, that's Chi Yiyin, the guy who dares to threaten the cute system with gods... Tsk.

Worry?

You should worry about the people around Chi Yiyin.

The train conductor curled his lips, thinking of Chi Yiyin, he felt sorry for him.

It probably killed all the people surnamed Chi in the world before it became a system, so after it was created to manage the game field, it was attacked and oppressed by the mother and son successively.

What's more terrible... its immediate boss! Betrayal! Betrayed the faction!

She took refuge in Chi Yiyin! !

It couldn't help sighing silently in its heart.

It is probably the only one who has been a subordinate to this point—even the boss ran away with the other family, leaving only one still struggling to support it. It is simply the best example of a subordinate.

When the train leader was in a daze, Chi Yan turned his ears, as if he heard something.

After a while, she slowly curled the corners of her lips, and her voice was cold and magnetic: "Why bother to find the hiding place of world consciousness? It will naturally move closer to the puppet it looks at."

The train conductor was startled, and hurriedly followed Chi Yan to look in a certain direction.

He was stunned for a long time, and then he actually laughed, having the same reaction as Chi Yan.

"I didn't expect, I really didn't expect... Has the world consciousness reached this point?"

The train conductor couldn't help but sigh: "It seems that you and Mr. Chi really pushed it into a hurry and gave it a sense of crisis."

"As the supreme existence, the world consciousness, which has never shown up in person and only entrusts the emergency management system to handle everything, actually came in person, and even intervened among the players."

The train conductor sneered: "It's really a rare sight."

The humiliation that had to be suppressed by the world consciousness and had to bow his head still remained in his database, which made him brood.

Seeing the world consciousness being forced to such a level now would only make him feel refreshed.

—Even if the world consciousness makes such a move, it probably represents an existence capable of killing gods...

It has emerged.

His camp was in jeopardy. Not only did his boss run away with others, but someone else wanted to kill his boss.

Including the seemingly peaceful Chi Yan who is sitting opposite him now.

The train conductor sighed.

It is precisely because of his deep understanding of the power possessed by Chi Yan that he came here as soon as Chi Yan appeared on the train, not only to accompany Chi Yan to show respect, but also to monitor her and prevent her from doing things like bombing the train. Such actions.

—Others are different, but as long as the surname Chi wants to do it, he will definitely dare to do it.

And dare to succeed.

But he didn't expect that he would get an unexpected harvest by accompanying Chi Yan bitterly.

"It's really..."

The train conductor closed his eyes, felt the current state of the Yunhai train, and then smiled softly.

When he opened his eyes again, there was obvious appreciation on his face.

"For those players, it seems that the difficulty has increased?"

The train conductor shrugged, as if he didn't care about the matter: "I didn't do this, my camp is still