Forces of Temptation

The tin soldier with the spear reached the center of the circular bookshelf labyrinth, ended a round of patrol, and went out kicking and kicking.

After learning a lesson, Li Yinhang did not dare to get too far from Nanzhou.

She controlled Nan Zhou's body as far as she could see, tried to calm down, imitated Nan Zhou, and rummaged through the bookshelf.

I have to say that when I deliberately slowed down the rhythm, some of the obstacles that plagued her dissipated.

She picked up the bookshelf and whispered to Nan Zhou over there: "Am I overthinking things?"

Nan Zhou: "Have you found it?"

Li Yinhang: “…”

She took a long breath.

She finally realized that the game time is not enough for her to honestly flip through the book to find the soul.

Even if she adds limited search criteria, it is impossible.

However, even thinking about this level, Li Yinhang couldn't figure out what skills the two bosses conceived to pass.

If you can't figure it out, then it's not difficult for yourself.

Similar to Nan Zhou, she took down a storybook with a binding similar to hers, and after flipping through it a few times, her brows furrowed.

Nan Zhou asked: "What did you find?"

Li Yinhang looked at the lines of unknown text in his hand, and after a long pause, he frankly admitted his ignorance: "I don't understand."

She turned over a few pages and, like Nan Zhou, couldn't help but think of the frog hand he got in the last dungeon.

She naturally thought of the question that Nan Zhou had considered: "Who the **** is playing the dungeon with us....Aliens? Creatures from different dimensions?"

As soon as she finished speaking, she felt a chill in her heart because of her speculation.

In fact, since the disappearance incident, Li Yinhang has always suspected that some power beyond their imagination is controlling their world.

This world, in terms of human cognitive margins, is still too big after all.

The hidden power behind it can not only design such a huge game sandbox, but also drive them to make a wish, and even filter out the age group...

The power to force them to play, what do you want from them?

Before Li Yinhang's thoughts expanded infinitely toward pessimism, Nanzhou stopped in time.

Across the bookshelf, Nan Zhou reached out to her: "Besides this, what else did you find?"

Li Yinhang patted his face hurriedly, handed the book in his hand to Nan Zhou, and took out his focus on reporting to the leader: "And—"

Not waiting for her to finish speaking, Nan Zhou opened the story of Anonymous that she handed over, opened a chapter at random, and tore off a page.

Li Yinhang: “…”

Immediately afterwards, Nan Zhou's brows twitched violently, as if his nerves had been stabbed with a knife, and his legs were obviously softened.

Li Yinhang was nervous: "Are you all right?"

Nan Zhou slowly exhaled: "...It's okay."

He gathered his energy and lifted his book to examine it.

Sure enough, his book also has a name, author and first chapter.

Li Yinhang walked around the bookshelf worriedly and tried to support Nanzhou's arm, she finally realized why Nanzhou's san value was judged to be garbled by the system.

If he simply has a high san value and is not easily disturbed by fear, the system will simply give him a full san score.

However, under the clear mental attack, his spirit seems to be several times more sensitive than hers.

Li Yinhang just felt an indescribable strange feeling in his mind when he was stared at by the tin soldier, violated the prohibition, and was removed from his memory.

No movement and no pain.

In contrast, the stimulation Nan Zhou felt was obviously comparable to someone poking his nerves with a capillary needle.

Because of this, it is difficult for the system to determine whether his san value is high or low.

So he simply gave a garbled code to let him experience it himself.

At the same time that Nanzhou violated the rules and tore off the page, a tin soldier who had ended his patrol and returned to his position suddenly moved.

He staggered and took a few steps forward, as if he had come alive from his armor and was free for a moment.

The sole and the ground tapped each other, making a crisp sound.

This is especially harsh in the silent library with only the sound of falling sons.

It was as clear as the sound of a book being torn from the depths of the bookshelf just now.

Jiang Fang, who was watching the chess game, raised his head.

It raised its spear, twisted its neck in confusion, and made a little humane movement.

And the dull, black eyes that seemed to be painted on the head actually had a faint light.

After blinking and turning around, it met Jiang Fang's eyes.

Jiang Fang read a hint of confusion and panic in his eyes.

With the dull puppet face, the effect of the Uncanny Valley is directly full.

But the look in his face that looked for help only stayed on its face for a moment.

In the bookshelf, the pages torn off by Nanzhou were dissolved from his fingertips like sand.

At the same time, new pages and words will automatically grow in the gaps of the torn pages.

Identical to the original.

Besides the bookshelf, the tin soldier who gained a breath of memory also lost the luster in his eyes again.

It took a step back and returned to its place.

Jiang Fang lowered his eyes and continued to watch the chess game, thoughtfully.

His eyes were calm and focused, as if the look of help just now was only worth attracting his attention for a moment.

He doesn't care if there are other players' souls hidden in the tin soldier.

He only cares about the little information that Nanzhou conveys.

…

Nan Zhou finally recovered from the discomfort of memory stripping, her feet were still a little soft, and she had to lean against the bookshelf to barely stand.

After he regained consciousness, what he saw was Li Yinhang's slightly trembling hand holding the corner of his clothes.

Li Yinhang found that he could respond to him, so he looked back nervously and whispered, "Come in quickly."

Nanzhou: "...?"

Li Yinhang said eagerly: "I heard the tin soldiers moving again. You are not feeling well, come into my warehouse, I will take you to hide—"

Nan Zhou leaned against the bookshelf, put the back of one hand on his forehead, and rubbed lightly: "...do you still move now?"

After experiencing that chase, Li Yinhang was really hypersensitive to the sound of tin soldiers' leather shoes.

After being reminded by Nan Zhou, she realized that the sound of leather shoes seemed to have only rang once, and never again.

After realizing that she was overreacting, she was a little embarrassed, rubbed the tip of her nose, let go of the hand that grabbed the corner of Nan Zhou's clothes, and ran obediently while flipping through the book.

Nan Zhou slowed down and opened his own book.

It was a year older.

However, the Nanzhou experiment did not stop.

He let go and threw the newly restored book to the ground again.

snap.

…nothing happened.

The sound of a single book hitting the ground does not meet the condition of violating prohibition two "interrupting the game".

Li Yinhang was breathing a sigh of relief when he saw Nan Zhou grabbing the edge of a book and said lightly to her, "Cover your ears."

Although I don't know why, Li Yinhang immediately blocked his ears obediently.

The next moment, she knew the necessity of this matter.

—Nanzhou lifted the oak bookshelf that did not know how heavy it was with one hand and shook it—

The books above fell in rows and rows, making a roar like a landslide.

This time, the tin soldier did not move.

But the hand of the mummy holding the sunspot trembled obviously.

Jiang Fang first heard the sound of falling books coming from the depths of the maze, and then noticed the changes in its movements, and suddenly understood.

Nanzhou is testing the trigger point of the so-called "disturbing game".

—The mummy's hearing is obviously dull.

Just now, the sound of a group of people standing beside it talking, the sound of the tin soldiers patrolling the shoes on the ground, and the sound of you chasing me from the bookshelf, failed to alarm it.

It was always staring at the chessboard like a clay puppet, thinking, and it took a minute to drop a piece.

Only the sound of the bookcase falling down and the book overturning can touch its nerves.

The corner of Jiang Fang's mouth hung a slight smile when he thought of a cat jumping up and down in order to do an experiment.

…

In the bookshelf.

Li Yinhang covered his ears and stood in the book, a little silly.

She asked: "…Mr. Nan, what are you doing?"

Nan Zhou eased his dizziness, knelt on one knee beside the empty bookshelf, and opened his book again.