A Genius and a God Fell In Love

Zhou Kaiyu shook Chen Chen awake: "Hurry up, they disappeared."

Zhao Lele looked around cautiously and whispered: "We can't wander around anymore in the future."

No one else spoke, and they changed the subject after a few seconds of silence.

"Why do you think it is repeated?"

"Yeah, I can't figure it out at all."

The middle-aged woman walked forward with her head held high and said, "Let's not discuss the past. We have to look forward."

"Yes, yes, stop talking about the swing."

Zhao Lele leaned into Nangong Nan's ear and said, "They are trying to relieve the embarrassment."

Nangong Nan smiled and said nothing.

But I am analyzing in my heart. Sometimes the behavior of the players is abnormal and incomprehensible, and sometimes it is more normal...

Moreover, they seem to have some "unity".

She would find a chance to test it out later.

Suddenly, a string of wind chimes passed by my ears, clear and ethereal, as if coming from the distant horizon.

This kind of sound is not pleasant to some players, and may even be a bit eerie.

Especially in this current situation.

As soon as the wind chimes rang, the strings of red wind chimes came to mind.

At the same moment, the judge's voice also came.

[Ding, three hours of game time have passed, and the remaining time is seven hours~ Players, please continue to work hard~]

Nangong Nan looked at the players, who were discussing the sound of wind chimes with cautious expressions.

As before, he showed no reaction to the countdown and seemed not to care about the time issue at all.

"I feel like the key point of this game is the wind chimes."

"How about next time you see a red wind chime, pick one out and have a look?"

"This idea of ​​yours is simply seeking death."

"Stop talking and be quiet. Look, it's foggy in front of you."

Everyone looked over and saw that the black arrow printed on the ground not far away was filled with white mist and could not be seen clearly.

"Let's go there quickly, otherwise we'll lose our way when the fog gets thicker soon."

Several people trotted over and plunged into the white mist.

They were walking carefully in the white mist. Suddenly, Zhang Hanwen, who was walking in front, suddenly stopped.

"What's wrong?"

Everyone was alert for a moment, and then they saw the mansion looming in the mist.

"Let me go, do you think this mansion looks familiar?"

"This is literally the mansion we walked into."

The scalps of the players were numb, and the middle-aged woman said fearfully: "First it was the child on the swing, and now it is the mansion. Are we really going in a circle?"

Everyone's face was a little pale, beads of sweat broke out on their foreheads, and they looked at the mansion cautiously and fearfully.

Qin Yi said: "Let's find the door first and talk."

Chen Chen swallowed and said, "Don't worry about the door. Just go to the arrow. Think about the swing from before."

"Then follow the arrow."

You don’t have to look for the arrows, you can see them as soon as you look up.

Everyone walked along the perimeter of the white wall and whispered, "It's so weird."

"I'm afraid that we will keep going in circles and never reach the end."

Zhang Hanwen said: "Don't worry about this. The game has a beginning and an end. If it keeps going in circles, either we have made a mistake or there is a bug in the game."

"I saw the gate, eh, Tang Junjun?"

The simple and mysterious gate was shrouded in white mist, but red wind chimes and white paper lanterns were still hung on both sides.

The wind is blowing, but wind chimes are prohibited.

Tang Junjun was standing in front of the door, looking inside the door as if he was in a daze or looking at something.

Liu Hui couldn't help shouting: "Tang Junjun, what are you looking at?"

Chen Chen said seriously: "Don't shout, let's go over and take a look."

The arrow is at Tang Junjun's feet, so his location is exactly the direction the players want to go.

Zhao Lele approached Nangong Nan and whispered: "Xiao Bei, do you think there is anything wrong with Tang Junjun?"

"What do you think?" Nangong Nan asked.

"I feel like he has lost his soul and is numb."

Nangong Nan said: "It's possible."

The group of people walked to the door, but Tang Junjun still didn't respond. The key door was closed, so what was he looking at?

Zhang Huan walked up to Tang Junjun and called in a low voice: "Tang Junjun, what are you looking at?"

Unexpectedly, Tang Junjun reacted. He raised his hand and pointed towards the door.

The players' confused eyes looked back and forth between his fingers and the door. What did he mean?

Xiao Hui asked tentatively: "You want us to go in?"

Tang Junjun nodded, and suddenly he fainted with his eyes closed.

"Why."

Xiao Hui quickly supported him with quick eyes and hands, "Tang Junjun, what's wrong with you?"

Zhang Hanwen came over, checked his breathing and said, "I think he just fainted."

"Then what do we do now?"

Liu Hui ran up the steps, looked inside the door and said, "There is a black arrow inside. The direction to go in from the door is correct."

"Hold Tang Junjun up and let's go in."

Several people walked up the steps, opened the door and walked in.

The door closed behind him with a "clang" sound.

Tang Junjun, who had tilted his head and fainted, suddenly opened his eyes.

His eyes had no whites and were completely black, exuding an eerie and evil aura.

Then, without any warning, he bit Liu Hui on the neck who was supporting him.

Liu Hui screamed in pain and pushed him away desperately.

Tang Junjun went to bite Xiao Hui on the other side. Xiao Hui immediately shook off his hand and jumped far away.

"Tang Junjun! What are you doing?" The middle-aged woman opened her eyes wide.

"Look into his eyes."

The players were frightened by the sclera as black as ink and gasped.

Tang Junjun bared his teeth at the player, like a beast rushing down from the mountain, exuding ferocious wildness.

The players stood back, watching him cautiously in case he rushed forward.

Qin Yi said: "Tang Junjun, wake up, you are a player, do you still remember what you came here to do?"

Unexpectedly, these words did not wake up Tang Junjun, but made him crazy.

Those pure black eyes swept across the player fiercely and rushed towards Nangong Nan.

Nangong Nan turned sideways slightly to avoid it.

Seeing her hand stretching into the sleeves of her skirt, Zhang Hanwen quickly shouted: "Don't use the knife, it will hurt him. He is a player after all. Don't hurt him unless absolutely necessary."

"Okay."

Nangong Nan curled his lips, held the branches with both hands, and turned over in front of Zhang Hanwen.

Zhang Hanwen didn't expect her to do this, and there was surprise in his eyes.

Immediately, he saw a figure coming towards him in his peripheral vision, and he reflexively attacked with a stick.

Nangong Nan reminded behind him, "Brother Zhang Hanwen, don't hit him with a stick, it will hurt him."

Zhang Hanwen made a move and gave Tang Junjun a chance. Tang Junjun opened his mouth and bit his arm.

Zhang Hanwen immediately waved the stick to attack. The stick was a reward after all. The possessed Tang Junjun was still a mortal body, so how could he withstand it.

As a result, Zhang Hanwen was knocked unconscious with a stick that he couldn't control his strength.

Zhao Lele exclaimed: "Oh my god, he can't be dead."