Player Reload

"Retrospective room," Midnight Howl's eyes widened, "They want to go back in time?"

In some urban legends, the retrospective room that exists deep inside the killing field allows people to travel back in time, revise history, and make up for the regrets in their lives.

The earliest origin of this urban legend is unknown, and no one knows the approximate location of the retrospective room, let alone a map.

All players took it as a rumor, like the air in Lay's potato chips.

"Don't make any noise, don't make any noise, this is very important."

Li Sheng raised his hand to interrupt Midnight Howl's excited words and continued to listen to the next recording.

"We have no way to test the authenticity of the map, but facing the real threat of the curse, we can only try our best."

Bismuth yellow's bitter voice came from the recorder, "Everyone in the guild sold off all their unused assets and used all the money to purchase equipment and props, and even borrowed a large amount from the bank.

We were fully armed, departed from the Flame Harbor, took the FBI ferry to the farthest point of the known range, then transferred to a flying vehicle and plunged into the wilderness.

The team is well prepared. The president [Mithril] is a psychic psychic who possesses the abilities of both psychic prophecy and psychic enchantment.

He can sense the future, and under his leadership, we kill threats blocking the way, avoiding enemies that cannot be dealt with, until we enter this patch of grass. The nightmare begins here. "

Bismuth Huang's voice turned into a painful struggle, "We can't get out, no matter what method we use. Space teleportation cannot be used, the burned grass will recover within a few seconds, and the scenery will always be the same in front of us.

To make matters worse, the script tasks that should have been issued regularly by the killing field system have not yet arrived.

The killing scene can't go wrong, and the delay in script tasks can only prove one thing - this is the retrospection room, at least part of the retrospection room, and we are in the turbulence of time. "

"In this turbulent time, the Death Curse of the Corpse Web has indeed been suppressed, but if you can't escape, what's the difference between it and hell?"

"Cliff is crazy. As the melee super of the guild, he yelled crazy things like 'the president betrayed you'. He killed two companions in a sneak attack, seriously injured the president, and escaped into the grass alone. ”

"We couldn't find him, but he seemed to be crazy and integrated with the grass. He was elusive and could succeed in every sneak attack."

"There are fewer and fewer living companions. I was also injured and separated from others. I don't know how long I can survive. If you - whether you are a companion of my guild or a subsequent player who picked up the recording pen ,

Please go to Swiss Bank, withdraw the remaining eight million US dollars from account number 1321******945, and donate it to charity organizations. The password is the date of the French Revolution and you get to keep a portion of your money as reward. "

The recording ends here, leaving only a repetitive rustling sound.

Several people present looked at each other, and Midnight Howl hesitated: "Is this the end?"

"It's over."

Zhao Zijin pursed her lips tightly. The content of Bismuth Huang's recording was quite ominous. One of the ten extraordinary beings from the Amalgam Guild went crazy and one died. The endings of the remaining eight were probably not very good either.

If the content of the recording is true, then my group will not be able to get out and will end up crazy or dead.

"The only good news is probably that we have mission batteries and radar mappers on hand. Killing Fields will not issue missions that require death. We may not be able to do things that amalgam cannot do."

Zhao Zijin said calmly. She didn't know whether these words were comforting Midnight Howl beside her, or whether they were comforting herself.

Wait, where's the worm?

Zhao Zijin turned around and saw Li Sheng squatting on the ground at some point, holding a calculator in his hand and pressing it back and forth.

"What are you doing?"

"Think about the money." Li Sheng said confidently, "Bihuang saved eight million US dollars, and I donated it for him. Is it not too much to keep 15% for myself?

With this money, I plan to buy two bowls of soy milk first, drink one bowl and pour the other, and the rest will buy Mengya's electric toothbrush, latex pillow, shoulder and neck massager, ice silk summer cool quilt, men's underwear, weight loss medicine, skin care products, shampoo, lutein .”

Good guy, let me call you good guy, byd spent so much money to buy these advertising products instead of buying a house or a car, right?

The muscles on Zhao Zijin's face twitched. Just as he was about to say something, he heard a familiar cry, "Help!"

Catherine's voice.

Zhao Zijin's expression changed slightly, and he immediately released his telekinesis, parting the grass at twelve o'clock like Moses parting the sea.

Catherine ran wildly from that direction, with multiple bruises on her face and hands, and chapped lips. Her expression was panicked, as if she was running away from something.

When she saw Li Sheng and others, the ecstatic expression on her face suddenly solidified - some invisible force deep in the grass cut her in half in an instant.

Catherine's lower body staggered forward a few steps, while her upper body seemed to fall to the ground slowly and quickly, with confusion still in her eyes.

All this happened so suddenly that Zhao Zijin felt the hairs on her body stand up, and subconsciously released her mind power to form a barrier around herself.

Li Sheng moved faster than her. He pulled out the rusty machete from the void and activated the [Instant Thunder] skill. The arcs in his hair jumped and flickered, and his muscles exploded with powerful force under the stimulation of a small amount of current.

tread!

Li Sheng was like an arrow leaving the string, leaping over the pit in one step and rushing into the grass at the twelve o'clock direction.

The invisible force did not compete with Li Sheng, but directly snatched two pieces of Catherine's body and quickly retreated deep into the grass.

Want to escape?

Li Sheng immediately activated the special effect of the title skill [Life-Sacrificing Gambler], increasing the random probability of a certain event, and threw the rusty machete heavily in a certain direction.

The broadsword, as wide as a door panel, cut through the air and cut the leaves of grass and trees under the blessing of the mysterious probability theory, and hit the target with a "clang!" sound.

A muffled groan of pain came from the bushes, and the injured unknown existence quickly retreated with Catherine's body and disappeared.

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Li Sheng looked at the gradually recovering tall grass and raised his eyebrows.

This area has a self-healing effect, and the blood splashed on the ground is quickly absorbed by the soil, and it is impossible to continue tracking through the bloodstains.

"What happened?"

The confused voice of the red driver came from the six o'clock direction. He actually passed through the bushes and found this pit. The bandaged man, Mendoza, and... Catherine were beside him?

"Put your hands up!!"

Midnight Howl's expression suddenly changed, and he held an M249 squad machine gun in his hand, pointing the muzzle at Catherine.

The British girl whose name was called was terrified and at a loss. She subconsciously raised her hands and her whole body stiffened.

"Calm down, what's going on?" The red driver was full of questions. "She was with me the whole time."