Half Immortal

Yan Wei's breathing that had been accelerated suddenly stopped.

The skinless and boneless man sat on the side of the bed like that, his eyes were terrifyingly dark under the flesh. It just sat there quietly, looking sideways, looking in the direction where Yan Wei and Yan Mingguang were.

For a moment, Yan Wei even felt that it looked at him.

Blink at them.

He asked Yan Wei: [Do you see clearly? 】

Hey, it's not like I said, this thing looks too terrifying, I'm almost blind, can't I give some mosaics to the copy in the building? 】

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【And this is actually a girl! Why am I, a gay, watching a girl's "naked"! I haven't watched a single **** movie since I was a child. The first time I watched a girl without clothes, she didn't even wear skin! ! 】

[…]

Yan Wei really hurt her eyes.

He retracted his gaze, slid his fingertips lightly over the black ring, and checked the information panel without a trace—there were thirteen minutes before the immortal state was activated.

He remained motionless, maintaining a posture of clustering together with Yan Mingguang under the quilt. His whole body was in a state of preparation for battle, and he could feel Yan Mingguang's muscles tense.

They were not afraid, and were ready to shoot at any time, but this thing did not move from beginning to end.

After a while, there was finally some movement from Jiang Xiu's room, but there was no scream, but a sound of fighting. The sound of fighting was so intense that Yan Wei and Yan Mingguang could hear it clearly across the two walls!

The screams of the ordinary seventh-floor player gradually weakened, and then disappeared completely.

People die.

The ethereal singing continues, but it is getting quieter and seems to be gradually getting farther away.

He clung to the whip wrapped around his wrist tightly, and finally stopped talking, rationally and calmly said: [There is movement in Jiang Xiu's room, something must have happened. They are stronger than ordinary 7th-tier players, and they are definitely not that easy to be killed, but we should have at least consumed one or two items from them this time, and used them to try out clues and earn. Fortunately, we cheated Jiang Xiu and left such a comparison, otherwise we would have mistakenly thought that the white umbrella was good. Now it seems that we took the white umbrella, so the ghost didn't attack us, the white umbrella really is a kind of death trigger. 】

[The thing is not gone. 】

It was a terrible death.

Under the gaze of this monster, Yan Mingguang was even more fearless than Yan Wei. His tone was still cold and indifferent: [It's not because of the umbrella. They threw their umbrellas into the main hall. When I got to the main hall, there were three white umbrellas. 】

Three, including the one they threw into the hall, a total of four. Except for Jiang Xiu, who was trapped by them, the other players threw their white umbrellas into the hall.

How did that player die?

I suspect that the same girl as us will appear in everyone's room, because the screams lasted for about ten minutes, and no one opened the door or came out from the beginning to the end. 】

The perception obtained in the first copy strengthened Yan Wei's visual hearing and smell, so many sounds mixed together, he could still distinguish clearly - the other four rooms did not transmit at all The sound of opening and closing the door.

Those who can be in this dungeon, except for the two of them who came directly from the first floor, have passed some dungeons, it is impossible not to know that the death of the player means a clue. But until now, there was only the sound of fighting in Jiang Xiu's room, and no one else moved.

The biggest possibility is that the room where there was no accident was the same as their room, and there was a girl who was skinned and boned, so no player dared to risk moving.

They all heard screams, but because there was a dirty thing sitting in the room, no one acted rashly.

The ethereal girl's voice is getting lower and lower.

Jiang Xiu's room suddenly spread a golden light!

If the difference between the lower floors is too large, the basic value of the players who drop the floor will be weakened according to the floor level under the balance mechanism of the building, and they will not be able to gain points. But the props are real - this is the biggest reliance of the players who descended the building.

This golden light is obviously emitted by the props in Jiang Xiu's hands.

go. Afterwards, the golden light dissipated, and there was no other movement in Jiang Xiu's room.

Two minutes to midnight.

There are still two minutes before the immortal state is turned on.

The singing is almost inaudible. The howling mountain wind knocked against the old wooden windows, the moonlight was as bright as new, and the skinned and boned girl slowly stood up.

At this moment when other players may be relieved, Yan Wei slowly opened his eyes and looked at the thing without any cover.

The light brown eyes were as bright as stars, and the slightly curved end of the eyes drew a smile in the terrifying night.

【Mr. Yan. 】

[Huh? 】

【I may be a little bit dead when I wait, don’t stop me. 】

Gambling area.

Before the projection of the copy of the gambling building in Ankang Ancient Town, a crowd of players was crowded.

For the entire building world, high-level players will always be a minority, and low-level and middle-level players occupy the majority. Although Ankang Ancient Town is a seven-story dungeon, the players who pay attention to this dungeon are much more than those who pay attention to those high-floor casino dungeons.

The copy of the casino building on the high floor, many players don’t even understand it at all.

Instead, it is a copy of Ankang Ancient Town. The number of floors is not high. There are also some seed players who are expected to climb to the high floors. Most players like to observe and analyze.

Because the upgraded casino mode is turned on, the projection is divided into 12 parts, which are the perspectives of twelve players. Among them, the parts of Yan Mingguang and Yan Wei have become completely black, and the projection part of Ning Yi has nothing - all three of them have turned on the privacy mode.

The first day of the dungeon is the time limit for free betting. The upgraded game rewards are even greater, and countless players crowded here to observe the situation.

"Why don't the three of them open their perspective? The feedback from the casino is even greater after opening their perspective, so they gave up..."

"Are you afraid that there will be too many people staring at them? Among the three people, one of them is Yan who is blatantly provoking Jiang Xiu. Maybe something to do with the guy he's been leading with the whip..."

"I thought this yan dared to confront Jiang Xiu just after the first floor. He was a character, but I didn't expect to bring a burden into the dungeon. Ning Yi's perspective can't see it, it's still in Jiang Xiu Xiu, Lin Zhen and Yu Feizhou are the most secure bets."

"It's strange, why did Jiang Xiu see three umbrellas in the corridor? From Lin Zhen's point of view just now, he and Yu Feizhou clearly put the white umbrella in the main hall of the mountain temple."

"The female ghost in Jiang Xiu's room took action, and he used the golden light prop to force the female ghost back. This golden light, I just saw Jiang Xiu's gambling building last time, he was in an eighth-floor dungeon The ghost exorcism tool that I finally got, I didn't expect to use it on the first night... He is so stupid this time, the mountain temple is full of unknowns, and the song dedicated to the mountain **** is naturally unknown. The song said holding an umbrella, then Holding an umbrella is not good, but Bai Umbrella dares to stay after such an obvious death trigger."

"I can't say the same. Jiang Xiu's basic value has been weakened by the downgrade system. Otherwise, why would he be so embarrassed."

"Oh my God, this player died so tragically, he was skinned to the bone, he screamed for at least ten minutes before he died. Damn! Lin Zhen was still facing the screams. The ghost in his room laughed for ten minutes..."

“…”

In the copy of Ankang Ancient Town.

After the golden light props were used, the ethereal and cool singing disappeared quickly, and the silence in the mountain temple was only the sound of the wind.

The room between Lin Zhen and Jiang Xiu was only separated by a wall. Jiang Xiu had just used golden light to push back the female ghost who was skinned and boned, when there was a sound of knocking on the wall.

Lin Zhen's voice with a few traces of evil came from the wall: "Oh, this is your prop, right? That's really thank you for sacrificing yourself and others, not only do you not want to drop a single point Entering the dungeon upstairs, I also used a prop to force all of us to retreat this dirty thing. I apologize for being stupid and poisonous, I apologize, I admit my mistake, you are obviously stupid and kind."

In Jiang Xiu's room, Ning Yi did not move from beginning to end, Zheng Mao watched Jiang Xiu use the golden light props with a gloomy face, and cold sweat poured out from his forehead: "Brother Jiang, this... Why is there no movement in Lin Zhen and Yan's room, just us... We are not only attacked by ghosts, but also help other people drive away ghosts, if we knew we would throw the white umbrella-"

Zheng Mao's words suddenly stopped.

Jiang Xiu looked at him with gloomy eyes, and his eyes were full of displeasure.

Zheng Mao immediately made a gesture to shut up and covered his mouth with force.

Jiang Xiu frowned, looking at the blood stains left by the dirty things in the house, he also reacted at this moment, gritted his teeth: "Those two umbrellas are fake!"

In Yan Wei's mind, the sound of the building sounded.

[Player permanent skills are enabled. ]

[The current state of the skill: undead state, which lasts for 24 hours, and will switch to normal state after 24 hours. ]

Beside the bed, the dirty thing has slowly stood upright. Its leg bones also appear to have been removed, leaving only stiff flesh.

The first scene of the player's death is no longer there, and the same thing as the female ghost in front of her - perhaps not even a female ghost - has become the biggest clue. If the undead state is turned on, it is the best chance.

He was still hesitating whether to do this in front of Yan Mingguang, but after thinking about it, since Yan Mingguang is his chosen teammate, this way of cooperating with dungeons may still exist in the future. It is impossible for him to bypass Yan Mingguang and use skills all the time.

And with Yan Mingguang's character, even if he saw it, he would definitely not ask.

Like now, this person just helped him jump around in front of this dirty thing, just asked him "Are you sure", and didn't ask anything else.

Yan Wei grabbed the swallow coins in his pocket, took out the gloves that were finally prepared this time, put them on his mouth slowly, and whistled, "Miss, how are you!"

"Miss" stared at him, her blood-stained pupils were dark and deep, unpredictable. Just being looked at like that can make people feel terrified and panic.

Yan Wei took a step forward.

Yan Mingguang clenched the long whip and stood aside, watching the young man's eyes brightly approaching the "people" who had been skinned and boned, and stretched out his hand in a desperate manner.

This man was still very rude: "I definitely didn't mean to insult you, a gentleman will not take advantage, not to mention I am a gay. You can rest assured that I will go around. Over the key points…”

Yan Mingguang: “…”

This dirty thing wanted to go to the door, but Yan Wei happened to lie between it and the door, blocking its way. It stared at Yan Wei faintly, and for a moment, Yan Wei sensed the danger coming from all directions.

The thing in front of him didn't move, but he felt that the suffocating murderous intent completely surrounded him, as if it had killed him.

This feeling appeared for a moment, and then slowly dissipated.

—One-half undead skills, fatal damage is invalid.

Under the action of the skill, nothing happened, and this weird and terrifying "person" was still in front of him, and Yan Mingguang was still standing aside with his long whip in his hand.

He hooked the corners of his mouth, his eyebrows and eyes slightly curved, and grabbed the arm of this thing directly, and began to perform a biopsies.

During his movement, he was surrounded by danger just now, and for a moment, the feeling of death came over and over again. He had already read the front meticulously, looking at the back of the "person" sideways.

The ghosts also seem to have discovered that they can't kill Yan Wei, so they no longer try to do it, but change to a way to get around people's hearts.

"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—"

Well, the crops will grow up..."

"We've got our umbrella..." Yan Wei hummed the last sentence and sighed, "There's something wrong with your song, it's raining all the time and the crops will be flooded to death, and you still grow up Well, maybe they can be soaked and made into steamed buns."

This dirty thing directly gave him a "ho ho" grinding sound.

Yan Mingguang, who witnessed the whole process and heard Yan Wei's hi: "..."

If this skinless thing has a chimney on its head, it must be smoking at the moment.

Yan Wei turned a blind eye, and hummed the song again: "The stars are lit up, the moon is up... This is a mountain and river bestowed by God, this is a fertile field, this is the sky The blessings that are falling...let it rain, let it rain, the crops are about to grow...let's hold our umbrellas..."

"Hey, don't say it, the tune is good, don't hold your voice and sing it's pretty good. I've finished reading it, and you really have some clues... Thank you for your hard work, good night. "

Yan Mingguang: “…”

That thing was observed by Yan Wei before and after, but for a long time he didn't know why he never killed Yan Wei, but just looked at him faintly.

Blood stained on the bed.

The house returned to silence again.

Yan Wei took off his gloves carefully, and his movements were so meticulous that there was no blood stain. He threw the gloves into the trash can and said with a sigh, "It's not a loss tonight, not only did it consume Jiang Xiu's apparently good-quality prop, weakening his strength, but also found a meme from that thing just now. I think it's an important clue..."

Yan Wei's voice froze.

Before going to bed, the man took off his glasses. At this moment, there was no lens to block him. His deep eyes were a little less gentle, and the power soaked in his bones took over everything.

Yan Mingguang's low voice penetrated the darkness and moonlight: "—'A little bit of death'?"

Yan Wei turned his eyes, his expression flickered, and his eyes glanced elsewhere.

"A little?"

"Cough," he bowed his head and pouted, "One hundred million points."