Half Immortal

The door was half open at this time, Yan Wei sat in the old guest room and looked out. Through the slender figure of Yan Mingguang, he saw the situation outside.

& nbsp; Such a smooth umbrella cover. The rib is fully extended, leaning against it, standing quietly and eerily on the ground.

The windows of the corridor were half-open, and the cool night wind in the mountains kept blowing in, causing Yan Wei to shiver, and involuntarily tightened scarf.

He subconsciously took out the swallow coin in his pocket and tossed it in his hand one by one.

The umbrella outside the door seemed to directly break the quiet performance of this copy, putting pressure on them in an extremely mysterious and mysterious way. There were also sounds of doors opening and closing from several other rooms next door, but the five umbrellas in the corridor were still placed silently, and no one moved them for the time being.

Yan Mingguang gently closed the door and walked back with his hands in his pockets.

Yan Wei murmured: "I just said that there is no umbrella, so it will be delivered to the door..."

Yan Mingguang: “…”

The appearance of these five umbrellas seems to have revealed all the unknowns of this place. Cold sweat broke out involuntarily on his forehead.

Sure enough, as Lou said, the difficulty of this dungeon is far beyond the critical point that the seventh floor should have.

Unable to grasp the strangeness, Yan Wei chuckled lightly.

The more dangerous he is, the more excited he is, and the blood in his body seems to be flowing rapidly.

"Have you heard anything now?" he asked.

Yan Mingguang shook his head.

"I don't have either, that's normal." Yan Wei hooked the corners of his mouth, "Other people are like us, and after seeing it, they will discuss it behind closed doors. Now, I can already foresee the outcome of the discussion - this umbrella cannot stay."

The graphic of the umbrella was drawn directly on the invitation letter of the copy. .

This is basically the logic that everyone will think of at the first time.

Yan Wei vigorously tossed the coin, raised his hand, and caught the coin in midair.

He didn't open his palms, just clenched his fists slightly and looked forward, his eyes reflected the old dim yellow candlelight in the house, but they were still clear and bright.

"Ice first—"

Yan Wei paused.

Yan Mingguang's knuckles were slightly curled, and his fingertips were pressed against the handle of the long whip. The whip handle was lifted slightly, and it touched Yan Wei's chin, just pushing his chin up and closing his mouth.

Yan Wei: “…”

When Yan Mingguang retracted the whip handle and freed Yan Wei's jaw, he immediately said: "You are too careful, isn't it just a title? You still call me trash..."

Yan Mingguang raised his eyes lightly and glanced at him indifferently.

"Xingxingxing, I was the first to call my own trashy dim sum. Then Mr. Yan, your trashy dim sum is thinking about one thing now."

"What."

"Remember why we came to a dungeon of a casino that is destined to increase the difficulty? Because the more powerful the ghost, Jiang Xiuyue has no ability to use it. In the dungeon that I have to be careful to protect my life, I can only rely on his experience and conspiracy. He must first ensure that he can survive, and then he has the energy to deal with us. "

"It shouldn't take a while, people will come out one after another from the other rooms and bring their umbrellas to the main hall of the mountain temple - because that is where the goddess worshipped There is also a stone statue of a mountain **** holding an umbrella, which is the most suitable place to deal with these white umbrellas when there are no clues at all. But the order in which these people deal with the umbrellas must be sequential..."

He smiled, his eyes twinkling with shrewd cunning.

"Jiang Xiu will also remove the white umbrella, because this copy is too difficult, he has to be careful. But he will definitely be the last one out, because... "

Jiang Xiu's guest room.

Yuemang entered three people this time, besides Jiang Xiu, there was a woman named Ning Yi, and Zheng Mao who followed Jiang Xiu in. Ning Yi hasn't spoken since entering the dungeon, so he can be more like a mute than Yan Mingguang.

It's just that she is completely different from Yan Mingguang's coldness.

Yan Mingguang is indifferent and indifferent, who doesn't want to get involved. The silver-frame glasses weaken the coldness between his eyebrows and eyes, but they also add gentleness to him at the same time. He added a bit of alienation.

Conning wing is extremely aggressive cold.

She looked at people with cold eyes, and her whole body was soaked in the icy blade.

Jiang Xiu and Ning Yi did not come in with the same invitation letter at all. Jiang Xiu usually wanted to take a detour when he saw Ning Yi in the world inside the building. Ning Yi said nothing.

After the white umbrella appeared, Ning Yi didn't seem to care at all. Only Jiang Xiu and Zheng Mao discussed it and decided to throw the white umbrella on the main hall of the mountain temple.

Zheng Mao got up and was about to do it, but Jiang Xiu suddenly said, "Wait a minute."

"Brother Jiang?"

Jiang Xiu raised his eyebrows slightly and sneered: "I suddenly thought that putting the umbrella back in the main hall is not the safest way. There may also be a problem with the main hall. Maybe throwing the umbrella back into the main hall is the trigger for death. The safest thing is actually…”

He spoke for a while, his tone lowered by a degree.

"Put the white umbrella at the door of the other room. You don't need to go to the main hall, and you don't need to worry about death triggering."

Zheng Mao immediately showed a clear expression.

Other rooms, who else has the most suitable room?

Naturally it was Yan's room.

"I'll do it right now."

Jiang Xiu stopped him: "No hurry. We can think that the umbrella can't stay, others can too, the first level this dungeon gives us is not difficult. If you go out now, the probability of encountering other players is very high, and the white umbrella at the entrance of Yan may not even be sent away. Wait a while, wait for everyone else to finish dealing with the white umbrella, and then you can take our umbrella silently. Put it at Yan's door."

Yan Wei and Yan Mingguang live in the guest room.

The candles flickered and swayed in the cool wind.

Yan Mingguang sat there with his back straight, the candle light reflected by the lens, which added a layer of mystery to his cool temperament. The light and shadow outlines the profile of the man, and under the dim light, the depth between the man's eyebrows becomes more and more obvious.

Yan Wei was stunned for a moment, and then he continued: "With the character I've been investigating these days, he will take care of the white umbrella after everyone has finished. After that, put their umbrellas at the door of our room. In this way, if we have an accident, he can also get clues about the white umbrella. If we don't have an accident, we can lead other players to guess that the umbrella has returned by himself the next day. —Anyway, there are too many weird things like this in the dungeon in the building. It can not only find clues to break the game, but also kill the enemy. This is too profitable for Jiang Xiu, and he will definitely do it.”

Yan Mingguang turned his head to look at him, and said slowly: "Jiang Xiuqiang has a lot of props in his body index. I fight with him, and the props he will use are unknown. "

Under the candlelight of the ancient temple, the ominous aura around them seemed to be weakened by this man's indifference.

I have to say, Yan Mingguang is like a walking sense of security, even in a place where such danger can happen at any time, it can make people calm.

Yan Wei hooked the corner of his mouth and said softly, word by word: "Who said that you should meet him directly? Teacher Yan, don't encounter anything. All use violence, let him trick himself and bring us clues by the way, isn't it good?"

"?"

"Jiang Xiu, who thinks he's a little smart, you said that if he went out after everyone went back to the house, he went out and found Lin Zhen at the door of our room. There are still open white umbrellas at the door of his room, will he throw the umbrellas at their door into the main hall, or does he think we found something, and decides to follow us wisely - leaving the white umbrella at his own door?"

Yan Mingguang lowered his eyes and did not speak.

But the answer is already obvious.

"Let's see, what if he's better than us? If he dares to come in and want to kill me, I can keep him here forever."

Yan Wei frowned slightly, and stood up sassily.

He opened the information panel and entered the exchange mall in the world inside the building.

This mall is divided into two types, one is some items that can be exchanged for the same amount by invitation letter, and the other is props, skills and ... nothing that can be exchanged for points Can't wish.

Anything can be exchanged.

At the top of the list of points that can be redeemed, there is even a sky-high exchange item "Pandora's Box". The item introduction is to open it and get everything you want .

These are still too far away from Yan Wei, a player who only has 12 points. An exchangeable item called the False Stone.

Maybe because this prop is short-lived, has no use other than copying the appearance, no one cares at all, and the price is very low, the only invitation letter needed is an ordinary letter 2nd floor invitation.

Yan Wei exchanged two false stones without hesitation.

[Congratulations to the player for successful redemption, the corresponding quota invitation letter has been deducted. ]

[Exchange items: false stone, item introduction: You can imitate the appearance of any item or prop that the player has seen within an hour (Note: Only the appearance can be imitated , the function cannot be imitated, and the effect disappears after an hour, the stone disappears), exchange quantity: 2. ]

The next moment, two inconspicuous false stones appeared in Yan Wei's hands.

He stopped talking, and Yan Mingguang didn't speak again.

They sat side by side by the bed, listening to the movement outside under the faint but flickering candlelight.

The sound of opening and closing the door began to sound.

Yan Wei counted: "One."

A few minutes later, "Two."

After a few more minutes, "Three. All three rooms threw their umbrellas away, only our room and Jiang Xiu's room were left, they were waiting The voice of our actions."

Yan Wei put these two false stones that can imitate the appearance of any item into Yan Mingguang's hands.

The man did not speak, took the stone, opened the door and walked out of the guest room.

He picked up the white umbrella at the door, but didn't take it away, just held the white umbrella handle and walked towards the main hall of the mountain temple. There were already three long-handled white umbrellas thrown by the players in the main hall. Yan Mingguang also put the white umbrellas in his hand on the main hall. Most of the body was buried in the shadow of the night.

Yan Mingguang glanced and found nothing else, turned and walked back to the corridor where the five guest rooms are located.

Passing by the door of Lin Zhen and Yu Feizhou's room, although Yan Mingguang didn't stop, he threw one of the false stones in his hand.

The moment the stone fell to the ground, it turned into an open, pale long-handled umbrella!

—exactly the same as the white umbrella placed at the door of their room.

After putting this one, before entering the door, Yan Mingguang also put another one at the door of his and Yan Wei's room.

In the corridor where there was only one white umbrella, it suddenly turned into three.

Two white umbrellas conjured from false stones were placed at the door of Lin Zhen and Yan Wei's houses respectively, and only valid for one hour.

A white umbrella left by the goddess was at the door of Jiang Xiu's room, and it had not been passive.

With a "squeak", Yan Mingguang returned to the guest room and gently closed the door.

In the guest room of Jiang Xiu and others.

"Brother Jiang," Zheng Mao asked in a low voice, "They shouldn't come out again. I'll do it now?"

"Go."

Zheng Mao's eyes lit up, he smirked and turned to go out. Before he could bend down to pick up the white umbrella, his smile suddenly stopped, his movements paused slightly, and he turned his head to the front of the corridor,

Jiang Xiu said impatiently in the room: "What's wrong?"

"Jiang, Brother Jiang, come and see!"

Jiang Xiu frowned.

He got up, walked quickly to the door of the room, and also saw two other white umbrellas in the corridor.

The night was getting darker and darker, three white umbrellas were placed one after another in the corridor, and then the cool moonlight, eerily quiet and particularly eerie.

"What should I do? Yan's room didn't throw away the white umbrella at all, not even Lin Zhen."

Ning Yi was still half-lying on the sofa without saying a word. Hearing Zheng Mao's words, she raised her eyes slightly, her indifferent eyes glanced at the white umbrella outside the door, and those eyes with a cold glow actually flashed a look of watching a play.

Such eyes flashed past, and for a moment, Ning Yi lowered his head again, closed his eyes, and was unusually silent.

Jiang Xiu obviously did not expect such a situation to occur. He stood up suddenly, pushed Zheng Mao away and looked out.

Three identical white umbrellas were opened and dumped to the ground, bringing a sense of desolation and eerie under the thicker night.

"...How could this be? I heard four door openings just now. Except for Lin Zhen and Yan's room, the other two rooms are on the seventh floor. Players, Lin Zhen and Yan left the white umbrella when they went out, and the ordinary players in the other two rooms threw away the white umbrella..."

Jiang Xiu stood at the door with his back taut, his brows furrowed, his sullen eyes flashing confusion.

The mountain wind outside was getting stronger and stronger, and the rustling sound was endless, and the old windows made a "squeak" and "squeak" that were hit by the wind.

Jiang Xiu pondered for a moment, then suddenly raised his head and said, "They must have found something when they went to put the white umbrella, and brought the white umbrella back!"

The ordinary seventh-floor players in the other two rooms are not strong enough, and may not find the clues that should be found at all.

A treacherous building player like Lin Zhen would definitely find something wrong. Yan's behavior is a mystery. From the dungeon of the promenade, Yan's reasoning ability far exceeds that of most players.

"I understand, the white umbrella cannot be thrown away," Jiang Xiu made up his mind, pulled Zheng Mao back and closed the door, "The plan just now was cancelled, We don't move this umbrella, so we put it at the door. It's getting darker and darker, we may not have time to go to the main hall now, but it's absolutely right to follow the decision made by Lin Zhen and Yan."

He raised his eyebrows and smiled involuntarily.

...Compared to Lin Zhen, who acted treacherously, and Yan who had a grudge against him, his greatest advantage was the experience and experience of climbing steadily and steadily. The accumulated strength props.

The yan who was born with a calf who is not afraid of tigers may not know that in the copy of the world in the building, the most difficult to guard against is not ghosts and gods, but people.

The best people are people.

The sound of the door closing came from afar, there was no other movement in the corridor, only the louder and louder wind wafted in, like the bursts of mountains and forests howling.

Yan Wei listened to the last sound of the door closing with satisfaction, the corners of her mouth twitched slightly, curled up on the bed with the quilt, and turned over lazily.

This room is different from the one in the previous copy. There are three single beds. Yan Wei sleeps on the bed by the window, and Yan Mingguang sleeps on the bed. On the bed in the middle, the bed next to the door was left empty.

Yan Wei naturally lost the nervousness of sharing the bed with a man last time.

It's just that his picky problem is still there.

In the sound of the mountain wind, Yan Mingguang on the other side of the bed suddenly opened his mouth: "You are very sure."

Yan Wei turned his head and looked sideways.

"You mean Jiang Xiu?" He chuckled, "In the days I entered this dungeon, in addition to the preparations we made, I also watched a few This is the dungeon record that Jiang Xiu has been to. Compared with Lin Zhen, his way of thinking is really easy to summarize. He can survive 10 dungeons. He must be a little smart, but it is precisely because of him. Climbing the building steadily has become a loophole for him to let us drill - he will think too much. As long as he uses this, not only will he not harm us, but he will try out clues for us. Tonight if everyone puts the If the white umbrella is thrown, don't we get nothing?"

If you are a novice player on the first floor, if you see a white umbrella in front of their door, you will only think that they are seeking death.

However, Jiang Xiu will be clever but be mistaken by cleverness, mistakenly think that they have some evidence, feel that it is right to leave the white umbrella, and thus put Jiang Xiu in his own room The white umbrella at the door is also left. At that time, what will happen to the room with the white umbrella at the door, isn't it clear at a glance?

"You understand people very well." Yan Mingguang said.

Yan Wei was startled.

This is actually something he knows, but at this moment, when Yan Mingguang points it out directly, he actually has a strange feeling.

It seems that he is used to seeing through human nature all the year round, but he is seen through himself at a glance by others.

Yan Wei was interested: "You took the initiative to say two words, Yan Mingguang, Mr. Bingcui, Mr. Yan, what are you thinking? You say I am very I understand people's hearts, I really understand - for example, you are now... thinking about the other people in Jiang Xiu's room?"

Their single beds were separated by a small aisle, and Yan Wei and Yan Mingguang were piled on their sides. As the candles flickered, Yan Mingguang's eyes reflected the vibrant flames, and a hint of surprise flashed in his pure black eyes.

"You are worried that the other two people in the room with Jiang Xiu will be implicated," Yan Wei sneered, "not to mention whether those two people are innocent, even if they are Without standing with Jiang Xiu, this is an unpredictable copy of life and death... Compassion is the most useless thing."

Yan Mingguang was speechless.

"We are bound together now, and I won't lie to you. Mr. Yan, I seem to have told you? You can call me cold-blooded, call me It’s okay to have no heart. What I lack the most is compassion. Not only am I cold-blooded, I’m also careful, oh, and a little willful…”

Yan Mingguang still did not speak.

Yan Wei wanted to tease this person to see that this person showed some different expressions. But Yan Mingguang didn't have any feedback like this, and what he said was boring, so he didn't say more.

The mountain wind blows, bringing up the shadows of the trees, and the sound of the wind brings the rustling of the leaves, which makes people sleepy.

Yan Wei turned over several times, and finally fell drowsiness, half-conscious, half-awake, before he fell into the dream, a sudden burst into his mind The sense of danger suddenly appeared!

With a sound of "hoo", the candle went out.

The old guest room of the ancient temple fell into darkness in an instant, and the cool moonlight shone, and there seemed to be an ethereal song in the distance.

The sound seemed to come from afar, and it seemed to sound everywhere.

& nbsp; In the ear, inch by inch stimulates people's nerves.

"The stars are up, the moon is up..."

"This is a mountain and river bestowed by God, this is a fertile field, this is a blessing from heaven..."

"It's raining, it's raining, the crops will grow up..."

"We're holding our umbrella..."

Yan Wei heard the lyrics clearly.

That was the song they heard the children sing after they entered the dungeon in the evening, but this time the song was very ethereal and gloomy, and the shrill girl's voice made the Creepy.

After the four lines of lyrics were sung, the song was repeated, and the four lines of lyrics were repeated over and over again.

Yan Wei touched the black ring to confirm that his immortality state still had 24 minutes to open. He closed his eyes under the covers, listening to the song with vigilance.

"We're holding our umbrella..."

“…”

"We're holding our umbrella..."

“…”

I don't know how many times I repeat it, and when the shrill girl's voice sings the last sentence again, the singing suddenly slows down a little.

"We-we-hold-good-umbrella-la-"

Jiang Xiu's room had not moved yet, in the room where the two ordinary seventh-floor players were, a long but shrill scream pierced the night: " Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh

Yan Wei took a breath and was about to open his eyes and stand up, but there was a sound from Yan Mingguang's side.

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& nbsp; Surrounded by warmth. Yan Wei was already half a head shorter than Yan Mingguang. At this moment, the two were leaning sideways against each other. He slightly curled his body and leaned his face against Yan Mingguang's shoulder.

The shrill screams of the seventh-floor player continued. He and Yan Mingguang were clustered on the small single bed, and the man raised his hand the moment he came up. Covering his mouth, under the quilt, a long whip was quietly tied to his left wrist.

Yan Wei unconsciously became short of breath, and she didn't know whether it was because of the man's sudden warm palm or the tension caused by the constant screams.

[Don't talk. 】Yan Mingguang passed the long whip, speaking a little faster than usual, 【I am sitting beside the bed. 】

something?

Yan Wei's eyes moved lightly, leaning against Yan Mingguang's shoulders, his eyes lifted slightly without a trace.

Yan Mingguang's bed, the sheets may be very messy because of the sudden opening, and no one is lying on it. But beside the bed, a "person" with blood flowing all over his body, limbs and face with blurred flesh and blood, sat quietly beside the bed, and the sheets were already smeared with blood.

The screams of the players in the other room continued, piercing the night with sharp despair.

Yan Wei also reacted slowly.

—this is a "man" who has been skinned and boneless.