Escape Game: I Really Just Want To Lose

Wang Yun, who was watching from the sidelines, watched this scene dumbfounded.

Dr. Jin, Your Excellency is too thick-skinned!

No wonder it was cut in half.

From this point of view, the light in the meteorite is full of the power of the righteous way, and even the whole land is brightened.

Watching Dr. Jin being taken away by the people who heard the news, Wang Yun walked out and found Mu Taoist who was lying on the bed in unrequited love.

For Wang Yun's return, Mu Taoist didn't seem to pay attention at all, just staring at the ceiling, lost in thought.

"Okay, don't pretend to be deep, are you expecting me to come up with some new tricks for you?"

"Hey, I was discovered by you." Taoist Mu scratched his head in embarrassment.

Wang Yun stared at Mu Taoist, thinking about what to do.

Some time ago, I failed to help Taoist Mu find a wife, and theoretically owed him a favor.

Moreover, Mu Taoist fell into a coma not long after that, so it's hard to say that it has nothing to do with this dungeon.

Coupled with the fact that there is a new organization secret society doing things, this makes Wang Yun feel that this dungeon is the dream of Mu Taoist, and all the content is the projection of Mu Taoren's memory.

So, why doesn’t the secret society want Taoist Mu to wake up? What do they want to find in the dream of Taoist Mu 200? Why does Taoist Mu’s dream turn into a copy in "Escape Game"?

These mysteries made Wang Yun feel like he was stuck in his throat, and he didn't even have any interest in playing games.

But anyway, this game is definitely going to win, so let's just make things happen.

With a snap of his fingers, Wang Yun pointed at Taoist Mu and said, "Okay, anyway, I'm bored right now, so it's okay if I help you."

Making a gesture to the NPC behind him, Wang Yun pointed to Mu Taoist and said, "I want this guy to see his wife, right now!"

"Well, Wang Yun, what are you talking about?"

"Shut up, don't call me Wang Yun now, call me Doraemon, you Nobi Kuma!"

"What are you talking about, why can't I understand?"

"It's fine if you don't understand, I will explain it much faster with your IQ."

The impact of the three major successes exceeded Wang Yun's expectations.

The meteorite in the distance exploded for the third time in an instant, and the impact caused the woman in the meteorite to be blown out of gemstones, fell from the roof, and fell directly in front of Taoist Mu.

"Damn it, Doraemon (cfei) Wang Meng, you really did it!"

"Nonsense, I am the little prince of the European Emperor, how could I have earned my name in vain?"

"Thank you, Doraemon! But what should I say next?"

Facing the bewildered woman, Mu Taoist blushed suddenly and asked anxiously.

"Whatever, but just remember to wake up when it's over."

Taoist Mu was stunned at first, then immediately put on a relieved smile.

He raised his hand, and the sight of the ghost audience was immediately blocked.

After doing this, his body began to age, and silver beards shot out from his chin, making Taoist Mu, who was still young just now, instantly aged.

"When did you find out?"

"When you called my name, I don't remember that I told you my name, which means that you should be half awake. In fact, you don't need to wake up so soon. I can go out and stay for a few hours."

"Stop making trouble." Taoist Mu smiled.

The present Mu Taoist does not have the demeanor of a senior patient in the Longhushan Mental Hospital at all, but is full of loneliness.

He looked at his wife on the side with nostalgia, stretched out his hand to gently tidy up her loose hair, and then turned his head:

"It's just a dream. No matter how real it is, it's just a flower in a mirror, a moon in water, and it will shatter if you touch it lightly. Just get out in time. Why bother to feel sorry for yourself when you can't get what you want?"

Wang Yun stared at Taoist Mu with wide eyes: "Emma, ​​tomorrow won't be the end of the world, Taoist Mu is speaking human words!"

"You're looking for cuts, right? Can you learn how to respect the old and love the young?"

"You pretend to be young, but you still have the nerve to educate me?"

Taoist Mu blushed, and then shook his head helplessly: "Forget it, now is not the time to talk about these things. If you want to know something, ask quickly, and I won't be sure in a few days while I'm still awake."

"Are you really crazy or fake crazy?"

"Crazy, but not crazy now."

"Whether the duplicates I experienced were real or fictional."

"Really, there are only some differences in details."

"So, what exactly is the secret society trying to dig out of your mind?"

This question made Taoist Mu stop.

He looked at Wang Yun with a complex expression, and said after a while: "I forgot..."

"Bah, the most important thing is to stretch your hips, what use do I need you for!"

"The thing is, I really can't remember. I hid it so deep, so deep, that my psychosis was just trying to hide the secret. Maybe, you could...  …"

Mu Taoist's words stopped abruptly.

The wife beside him suddenly showed a strange smile, and a sharp knife pierced his chest abruptly, causing him to spit out a mouthful of blood mixed with lung fragments.

"You...you are..."

In front of Mu Taoren and Wang Yun, the woman's face blurred continuously, and finally turned into a man without a face.

"Faceless man? You are really haunted."

"Resurrecting the dead is a basic skill." The Faceless Man smiled, "Mr. Wang Yun, it seems that you are determined to be an enemy of the secret society.

"Actually, I don't care." Wang Yun scratched his head, "However, I really hate being threatened. It seems that you really want to die."

"Then you can try."

Although the faceless man doesn't have any facial features, it gives the impression that he is smiling.

He shot suddenly, and the NPC standing behind Wang Yun turned into a wisp of fly ash in an instant, disappearing without a trace.

The disappearance of the NPC made Wang Yun slightly taken aback, and almost at the same time the faceless man threw the sharp blade in his hand towards the master.

Without the protection of the NPC, Wang Yun felt that he was locked by a sharp blade, and would be cut open on the spot in the next second.

And he has an intuition that if he fails here, then he will definitely fail and quit this copy.

This should be the result he dreamed of, but looking at Mu Taoist's avatar who was already in a state of anger, he knew that if he was withdrawn, Mu Taoren might never wake up until the last trace of value was squeezed out by the secret society.

"It's really troublesome, forget it, Mu Taoist, we don't owe anyone any more now!"

Pointing at himself, Wang Yun used his skill of pressing the bottom of the box, luck dice.

A huge 1000 flew out of his head, and the effect of doom lingering fell on the faceless man without fancy. .