Different Dimension Game

Wang Hao looked at Fatty with some vigilance, and he still understood the truth that calamity came out of his mouth.

[Falsehood] This guy was very stingy. In the first reincarnation, he accidentally said the words "Paradise is fake", and then died inexplicably.

But this fat man actually spoke ill of him recklessly!

And the other party didn't seem to have any concerns. Not only was he not afraid, he also sat on the ground and buttoned his booger leisurely.

"The information on the note is just a piece of fun for most people." Fatty said a little dejectedly: "Life in Paradise is too nourishing, even if there is another secret, no one wants to come back to us. the original world."

"But having said that, after experiencing too much stimulation, the nerves gradually become numb. Only these ghost stories can stimulate people's hearts. Moreover, there are indeed ghosts under the mine, and the second floor we are currently on is not bad. Going down, the haunting gets worse."

"If I go down a few floors, I should be able to pick up more spar. Ha, ha ha."

He suddenly thought: "By the way, this time you also think about picking up the spar below, or... take care of each other?"

"Anyway, only you can see the spar, so you don't have to worry about others robbing it. It's good to have one more person to take care of it."

This fat man actually initiated a team invitation!

Wang Hao couldn't help but suspect that this guy had "Stockholm Syndrome". After being beaten up, he became honest.

"The two of you are going to explore the mine?" The old beggar who overheard and talked in the first round also came over, "Count me in."

"Do you have that kind of note?" Old Wang asked.

"No, I'm not interested in those things!"

It could be seen that the old beggar was really not interested in notes, he was only interested in riding people.

Wang Hao pondered for a while, but there was no special clue at the moment, so he nodded in agreement.

...

The fat man's name is Shi Dapeng. The last time he picked up the spar was on the fourth floor, two months ago.

The old beggar's name was Lou Ronggen. The last time he picked up the spar was on the fifth floor of the mine, which happened half a year ago.

As for Lao Wang himself, calling himself "Lao Zhao", he felt that it was impossible for him to pick up a spar, not even to the deepest eighth floor.

"The monsters in the mine are divided into two types. The first type is physical, just like the one I just saw. Actually, it's not too powerful."

"There is also a kind of insubstantial, usually just to scare people." The most experienced old beggar Lou Ronggen introduced, "Laughing like hee hee, coughing, trying to disturb your mind, the best way is, Don't care, pretend you didn't hear it."

Wang Hao asked again, "Have you heard of the communication room, the radio, and the very narrow tunnel?"

"No...no. Even if there is, it's a seventh or eighth floor matter."

Lou Ronggen's face changed and he whispered, "It is said that the seventh floor has only been explored in the past few days, and someone found a colorful spar there!"

Fatty Shi Dapeng said enviously: "Colored? It's really enviable. He doesn't need to worry about wishes in his life."

"This life is too cool, a hundred times happier than the emperor."

"It's useless to envy, let's hurry to find the spar and return to the paradise as soon as possible. Even if we find a white one!"

Not long after, the security room arrived. The security guards here are armed with live ammunition to ensure the safety of the underground mine. Each was equipped with a small-bore pistol, a day's share of food, and a bottle of water.

The control of firearms is not too strict here.

Since the spar cannot be snatched and can only be held by oneself, the number of violent incidents is barely controllable.

"It's better to make a fortune in silence." The beggar Lou Ronggen said, "After all, some people just don't like others."

"Even if there are three of us, whoever picks up the spar, there is no need to make a statement, just know it yourself."

"Let's do it... No matter who picks up the spar, returns to the paradise, and delivers some food to the buddies through express delivery, no problem, right? Relief can be regarded as comradeship."

"It's a good plan."

Listening to their conversation, Wang Hao glanced at the security room curiously.

The security room does not have very obvious rules.

He took his supplies and deliberately asked, "This gentleman, is there only one colored spar on the first floor?"

The security did not answer.

Instead, Lou Ronggen quickly grabbed him: "These security guards ignore people, don't talk to them."

"As for the color spar, it seems that there is really only one piece on the first floor, but I can't be sure. After all, many people like to make a fortune in silence. Fatty, do you have any news?"

"I'm not too sure, and I heard that people who picked up colored spar...all of them...what the hell." Shi Dapeng tilted his head. As a conspiracy theory lover, he especially likes to collect these strange rumors.

"Gah?" Wang Hao was a little surprised.

Shi Dapeng smiled "hehe": "Do you think it's possible to satisfy all wishes? If the person who picked up the colored spar wants to destroy the paradise, what if he wants to become a god? Does he want the entire universe? Want to be What about the Master of the Multiverse?"

"Are these wishes possible?"

"The paradise only needs the most precious colored spar. Since you have picked it up, it will naturally give you away for no use value."

Lou Ronggen disdainfully said: "Oh, you are just thinking about the horns, this everything must mean 'almost everything', and it is limited to the scope that humans can do. If you don't trust Paradise, why are you still picking up spar? "

Shi Dapeng curled his lips: "It makes you trust me completely? How many old acquaintances are still alive in the past, didn't they all die in a corner?"

"Paradise, I don't like people who can't pick up spar! If you can't pick it up, you will die inexplicably sooner or later."

Lou Ronggen was silent for a moment and did not speak.

...

When Wang Hao got into the black hole, a line of prompts appeared.

[You came to the third floor and felt a faint pain, as if something was taking over your body. A strange feeling rises from your heart, and you can't wait to leave this ghost place immediately. 】

Going through the darkness like mercury is only a momentary thing.

It's like penetrating a layer of faint ripples, the third floor underground, arrived.

Here is still the appearance of a mine, with stalactites hanging from the top, faint lights hanging around, and deep darkness in the distance.

The "tick-tock" sound of water droplets is particularly harsh in a quiet environment.

At first glance, he still did not see the so-called "spar", but only saw a red line, which was the so-called "safe zone".

After passing the safe period, groping in the dark, the light is weakened to the limit here.

Suddenly, Wang Hao heard a weak coughing sound that lingered in his ears.

"Cough, cough, cough."

This voice was like a tuberculosis patient who was about to cough up blood in the hospital, lingering in his ears.

"Did you hear the sound?"

"No, no." Shi Dapeng and Lou Longgen both felt guilty when they thought that this place might be haunted.

"Am I the only one who heard it?"

Wang Hao is not afraid, but he doesn't know how to complete the [Main Quest: Seal the Moon of Delusion]. Could it be that he went deep into the eighth floor and picked up a colorful spar?

"Tread, tread."

As the three groped, the sound of heavy footsteps echoed from the corridor.

From far to near.

The footsteps became heavier and heavier, and the invisible thing seemed to come behind him.

Wang Hao turned around.

In an instant, I saw an expressionless little boy staring at him!

The other party, very short, only seven or eight years old, wearing a small suit and leather shoes, stood there with no expression on his face.

Wang Hao's heartstrings could not help tensing up. In the oppressive and dimly lit environment, with a child following behind him, even the most thoughtful person couldn't help holding his breath.

Just as he was about to take out his firearm, the little boy suddenly disappeared again.

No matter how wide your eyes are, you can't see that "thing".

suddenly!

That cough, he coughed twice, as if he was about to cough out his heart!

From near to far.

completely disappeared again.

Wang Hao frowned, his mind turned sharply.

"What do you mean, a plot to scare people on purpose?"

"How do you feel, this little boy, a little familiar..."

The pupils dilated slightly.

Thinking about it, this is the little boy that "Dragon" met when he was growing up - Xiang Hao!

"Comrade Xiang Hao, he should be dead. This is what he looked like when he was a child."

"And [Xuanxu] has the ability to retrieve memory... The doctors in Qingtian Hospital are all memory perfusion."

"If it was done by [Xuanxu], what was it for?"

He also thought of the fact that there were no children in the paradise, and for a while, he went around a bit.

Seeing him stop there, Lou Ronggen patted him on the shoulder: "Hey, buddy, buddy, won't you be scared? This is only the third floor, so there shouldn't be any big danger, it's just a little dark."

"Oh, oh!" Wang Hao quickly regained his senses, "I heard a voice."

"It's okay, everyone will hear Yixi's strange voice, but only you can hear it. If it's not too serious, it shouldn't be a big problem."

Wang Hao was silent for a moment, then took a few steps forward.

Where the "child" disappeared, there was a long crevice in the rock.

He bit his head, stretched out his hand, and tried to **** into the crack.

In fact, reaching out and touching the black fissure is a very scary thing.

The fat man and the beggar saw their scalps go numb and kept swallowing saliva. For fear of touching any centipede or scorpion, I get goosebumps just thinking about it.

but……

Wang Hao actually touched a note!

A few lines of scribbled text were written on the sallow paper.

[…If everyone is a saint, we can easily succeed. It is so greedy that sacrifice can indeed weaken it. 】

[But it is clear that human nature is self-interested and selfish, heroes are always in the minority, and that kind of plan is impossible to achieve. Therefore, we were defeated in the past. 】

[We came here and revised the plan. 】

[It is not a bad thing to extend the power of the depraved soil. 】

A few words in the mist made Wang Hao frown.

Instead, the other two screamed in surprise.

"This, this... is definitely a real antique! If it is a note left by explorers in the past, a real antique, at least millions or even tens of millions!"

Lou Ronggen lowered his voice and was a little helpless: "Unfortunately, we have to find the spar first before we can return to the paradise."

He was a little envious, but not jealous.

Because in this world, spar is the most important.

These "notes" are liked very much by those who like them, but have no meaning for those who don't like them. They can't eat or play. They can only read. What's the point?

Wang Hao carefully hid the note and kept thinking about it.

(What do you mean? Why can I pick up this note? Isn't the little boy just now under the control of [Delusional]? Is there any difference between me and others? Why did he find me precisely?)

These questions lingered in my mind and could not be explained.

"Who is the writer of the note?" He took a deep breath and asked.

Lou Ronggen said: "It was a well-known explorer named Xiang Hao more than 20 years ago... He entered the eighth floor and never came back."

"He's really a special, weird guy. Let's just put it this way, most of us are the kind of sewers that go down and he's the kind of guy who wants to change the bug-eating habit...though he Impossible to succeed, right?"

Having said this, Lou Ronggen laughed at himself.

"He may know what Paradise is, but he doesn't dare to reveal it. You should understand that compared to the outside world, Paradise is really no different from Paradise, and you don't have to worry about touching weird rules and dying... Hey, the outside world Why did it become like this, God knows what happened..."

Wang Hao asked again: "Didn't you say that many of your former acquaintances died? How did they die?"

"Hey, it's all because of excessive indulgence. Diabetes, high blood pressure, and heart disease have all come up. It is difficult for modern medicine to completely treat these diseases. Of course, there is also a way to cure the disease, that is to pick up spar and treat it with wishes."

"If you want a wish, you have to go down the mine, so they die... going down to the mine will indeed kill people."

Then I heard Fatty Shi Dapeng suddenly whisper: "I remembered something, people who pick up this kind of note, especially the note left by Xiang Hao, may suffer bad luck. It's better..."

He paused: "It's better to turn around quickly and go back to the paradise. Otherwise, you may suffer bad luck and some accidents."

The two teammates subconsciously changed their expressions and took a few steps back.

You can go to the mine at any time; and you only have one life, if the rumors are true, you can't beg for it.

Wang Hao rolled his eyes secretly, it was impossible to turn around the same way, because of his role, it was impossible to pick up the spar, and it was impossible to return to the paradise.

And playing a game, it is impossible to hide in the safe area.

He can only take risks!

As for the moral qualities and personal qualities of these two teammates, I naturally don't expect too much.

Temporary team formation, and when they are scattered, they are scattered.

(If this rumor is true, it means that Xiang Hao died. After passing the information, I have been targeted by [False].)

(But if you die, you will die. With such a difficult script, how can you get information without dying a few times?)

He said casually: "I can act alone... You can go back first. Come here, I'll look for it."

"Would you like to... walk? If it really doesn't work, then go back." The beggar Lou Ronggen was silent for a moment, and he made a round of speech. He had to go to the fifth floor at least to pick up the spar.

I finally mustered up the courage to come down, but I can't give up halfway like this.

He was so eager to return to Paradise.

But after searching for a long time, the third floor found nothing.

The third floor is actually very large, with a lot of gaps, but there was no prompt, and Wang Hao couldn't find any more notes.

The little boy did not appear again.

...

Everyone gritted their teeth and came to the fourth floor.

It is also a black hole, as if a layer of mercury-like darkness enveloped the surrounding space.

When crossing the darkness, another line of prompts popped up.

[Fourth floor, here we are. You feel a faint pain that something is taking over your body. A strange feeling rises in your heart, making you want to leave this ghost place immediately. 】

The adjective in this sentence has undergone a subtle change.

Wang Haoyi was a daring man, walked to the front, stepped on the path of the cave one shallow and one deep, occasionally there would be "hee hee" laughter lingering in his ears, suppressing the dark environment, making his heart flutter.

In the end, the helmet volume had to be turned down.

This is the case with many horror games, and without the sound, it feels a little worse.

But the fat man and the beggar followed behind, following each other.

"Hearing hallucinations will become more and more serious here, and there will be real monsters." The beggar Lou Ronggen held the small-caliber pistol, his face turned blue, "Last year, I was attacked by some horrible bugs here. Those bugs are like centipedes, bigger than people!"

"Fortunately, I managed to escape..."

"Are there many monsters here?" Wang Hao asked.

"It's not too many. Now the monsters are generally concentrated on the eighth floor. In the first few floors, occasionally a fish that slipped through the net came up..." Halfway through he said, his voice dropped, "Fuck, what kind of luck is this?"

There was a tall figure in front, standing there motionless.

The tall, fuzzy figure standing there did not wait any longer, but walked in step by step with heavy steps.

The heavy footsteps didn't sound like a living person, like a stiff, cold corpse.

"Lou Ronggen, come on!" The fat man shivered and took a few steps back, sweating profusely.

He complained secretly in his heart, and it was rare for him to muster up his courage to come here to pick up spar, and as a result, he encountered a monster. Now run away or shoot? If he runs away, he is full of fat, and he really may not be able to escape his teammates!

He held up a small-caliber pistol and tried to shoot.

"Damn your uncle, prepare the equipment for looting!" The beggar Lou Ronggen also trembled in his heart~www.wuxiaspot.com~ and scolded, "It's the bad luck brought by that little note, you should go back sooner!"

As he spoke, the tall black shadow approached.

It has a pig face, fat head and big ears, a mouth of yellow teeth in a **** mouth that exudes a strong rotting smell, and scarlet eyes staring at them. It held a **** butcher's knife in its hand, and the dark red blood fell to the ground drop by drop.

To be honest, Wang Hao... I'm not really afraid.

There is only one life for a person, but now, a life is only 100 yuan.

The various unknowns shown by the insubstantial [Delusional] made him a little panicked and helpless.

But a mere pig-headed man only looks terrible, drizzle. Having experienced strong winds and waves, I don't really feel much about these terrifying creatures.

...

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