The Days I Clear Escape Games Pretending to be an NPC

The moon rose to mid-air, and it was midnight, and all player information was updated.

[Where insects fly and resentment, in the name of love, blossom and bear fruit. 】

"Help, save..." A player who was fortunate enough to be invited to the flower viewing banquet twitched on the ground.

Not far from him, there were laughter and laughter, the beauty leaned over the player to drink wine, the sweet wine was moistened by the beauty's lips and tongue, and flowed into another person's mouth. The player who drank had his eyes blurred and gradually lost consciousness.

The player's eyes were a little wet. He watched 'self' tease and drink with the beauty, but the real him was lying here unable to move, and he could only move his fingers when he tried his best.

The ground on which he lay was cracked open like the devil's mouth.

Tiny tentacles drilled out from the cracks, as thin as hair strands, wrapping around the player's head little by little, densely wrapping his entire head.

The player's tears became more fierce. He wanted to call for help and resist, but he could only let his head be pulled and dig into the soil.

Little by little, the dark brown soil wrapped his head, engulfing him, and his body was dragged into the mound by invisible forces until there was no more sound.

The cracked land recovered silently, and the player who was playing with the beauty suddenly disappeared, but no one there noticed.

Next to the flowerpot not far away, another player woke up. He opened his eyes and saw that he was kissing the beauty.

The warm wind mixed with the aroma of wine and flowers blows people into intoxication, and the players who are alert have long avoided, not touching the wine and vegetables, let alone beauties.

But there are hallucinogens in the air, and no one can escape, no matter the player or the NPC.

The players on the ground have basically fled, and the players on the ground are still lingering.

When they saw the information, they immediately thought of where they were. There were well-developed root systems, huge tree trunks, and hidden bugs. Isn't that right?

The true identity of the 'ghost' is here!

Even character identities are here.

The game rules of the Blighted Corner:

The 'ghost' has dual identities inside and outside, but to identify it, you only need to tell the real identity to the 'it'.

If the dungeon revolves around the deceased, the deceased is generally recognized as the real identity, and the difficulty of the dungeon is reduced, and it is only necessary to find out the disguised identity.

If the dungeon does not revolve around the dead, the 'ghost' may have dual identities, and its dual identities are all in the player group.

So occasionally there will be this kind of surprise: after looking for a 'ghost' for a long time, the real body is actually your own character?

But no matter what kind of situation it is, the real state of the 'ghost' is subject to the real body.

The two pieces of information are superimposed, and 'ghosts' can only be active at night and live on plants. This is a fixed attribute, and both real identity and role identity must be abided by. Players have thus ruled out a lot of questionable choices.

Therefore, even if they were slapped in the face by bugs, these people were immediately happy.

The closer to the target, the more crazy the enemy, these bugs attacked them like crazy, but it means that they are already close to the target.

"It was eleven o'clock."

There are still sun and moon on the ground that can tell the time, but the people underground do not know what time it is, but only vaguely know that it is midnight. Now Saman finally confirmed the time through the information update.

He became more and more certain that the 'ghost' must be directly related to the thing that hunts and kills demons.

From this point of view, in fact, the identity of the 'ghost' is very well positioned, but the troublesome living environment is the sinister living environment. Therefore, this copy will be officially identified as a mid-range copy.

The biggest feature of high-end dungeons is that the identity of the 'ghost' is extremely difficult to determine, the environment is still very unfriendly, and there is basically no room for salted fish to survive.

Saman is already a high-end dungeon player, but every time he plays a high-end dungeon, he still has a numb feeling that "tomorrow may never see the sun again".

In comparison, this copy is friendly. At least players who go underground and survive by chance can basically guess the identity of the 'ghost'.

The group of players on the ground who did not enter, although they may not be able to guess, their chances of survival are very high.

From this point of view, many salted fish players may survive in the end.

On the way, Saman also met several players.

Some players have stopped, either sitting cross-legged or lying down, and fell asleep in the film room. There are also some, with red eyes, suffocating their bodies, and still going up.

The road ahead seems to have no end, and Saman is a little tired. He has no memory of which roads he has walked and where he is.

This kind of unknown without end and result is very scary. Fortunately, neither of them is a novice who has just played the game. Their ability to withstand pressure is OK, and no one complained about giving up.

After an unknown amount of time, a ray of light appeared in their sight.

Different from the tiny spot of light from the torch in his hand, it was a hazy light that shone through layers of film, like moonlight falling on a window paper.

Qing Lin couldn't help wiping his eyes: "I seem to see light."

Saman broke the top membrane with a sword: "I saw it too."

As they walked up, the light became more and more obvious. At the last layer, the light seemed to be separated from them by a layer of frosted glass.

Hope is at hand. Under this huge temptation, they couldn't even feel the heaviness of their bodies.

The moment he swung his sword out of the darkness, the dazzling light made the two people who had been in the dark environment for a long time squinted. It took Saman a few seconds to calm down.

In front of him was a huge cylindrical space with many holes in the surrounding walls, and light leaked in from the holes. This place has to be described as an upside-down bamboo basket.

In addition to the light, he also saw many gray and black things flying in and out of the hole.

Saman looked around for a week. Countless transparent hair-thin tubes were bent upward against the walls on both sides, and there was some liquid flowing in the tubes.

At this moment, the wind came from behind, and Saman didn't have time to think, so he rolled on the spot and avoided it directly.

In the chaos, he saw a ferocious big mouth flashing over his head, and a section of his tongue fluttered in the air, dripping countless black mucus.

Before he could react, a rope flew over and tied it to it, instantly twisting the monster into pieces, and the green juice splashed.

"Hey, are you alright?"

are other players.

It was only then that Saman discovered that many players had gathered here. They formed small groups in twos and threes. There were more than a dozen groups, some of which he had seen, and some he had not seen.

The players on the ground suffered heavy casualties, and the players on the ground finally converged, and there was one who couldn't go up or down, dripping water.

The water had already submerged to the knees, and each step required more effort than before, Ren Yifei's physical energy consumption was huge.

But the biggest impact at present is not the physical consumption, but the mental pressure.

"Ha..." The breath he exhaled turned white, his skin turned blue, and Ren Yifei's hands trembled uncontrollably.

The water hit the body one after another, and it was a bone-evicting wind that was blown by a knife. It was so cold that I almost didn't feel it.

If these cold waters drowned him in one fell swoop, he may not have such a profound feeling, but now this rapid rise in seconds is like a lingering death, which makes people wander back and forth between hope and despair.

"Calm down, calm down, take a deep breath."

When you go out, should you first look for the tower or the flower language? He tried to distract himself from a prolonged slump.

At this time, he didn't even want to take revenge on Hua Li, and he didn't even think about Qinghong who was the culprit.

He is not He Jun, but the tasker Ren Yifei.

Get rid of unnecessary personal emotions, and the next step is how to make better use of the little time.

Hua Li suddenly attacked, although there are personal reasons for her, there must be some more superficial reasons. For example, he inadvertently touched their fundamental interests.

After thinking about it, there is only one thing about the cloud car. At dusk, the reflection of the lotus pond tower... Then he was tricked.

Moreover, after so long, it was banquet time, Qinghong couldn't possibly not know. He knew, but acquiesced, and could only say that this information was very important to them.

The same is true for their players.

Ren Yifei originally only wanted to complete the role task, but was pushed by invisible forces to the current situation.

This dungeon does not allow 'He Jun' to keep a low profile, whether it is because of the character or because of the mission, he cannot escape.

Whatever the secret they were trying to hide, he had to figure it out.

"Ah!"

The house in Tingyun Pavilion has been demolished.

Qinghong and Peacock are both big monsters. Although this is the home court of Qinghong, he also has a lot of concerns, so the two of them fought evenly, only pitying this beautiful house.

In the distance, the flower fence of the Qiansui Hall was so nervous that its face was pale. Her ability can only be regarded as medium, and if she does not rely on Qinghong's power, she is not qualified to talk to these big monsters.

So no matter how nervous she was, she couldn't help at all.

"It would be nice if senior brother was here." The eldest lady looked into the distance, "Only senior brother can stop them."

Hua Li wanted to refute, but couldn't. Indeed, if He Jun was in...

An invisible barrier enveloped the Qiansui Hall, and the eldest lady suddenly turned her head.

"Why does my sister look at me like this?"

Madam Hua Yu looked at her for a long time, her eyes showing sadness: "Hua Li, you have been unconvinced, why are we obsessed with senior brother, right?"

Hua Li felt that the atmosphere was strange, even dangerous, but it was like an illusion. She shook her head, mockingly: "Why?"

The eldest lady's voice was very low, as if she said to herself: "Because without him, there would be no Qinghong, and there would be no flower language for me.

"Before I met him, Qinghong was just a stalk whose heart was dug away, and it was only a matter of time before he died. As for me, I was a potted plant that was brought around as a gift. No one expected us. future."

"Everyone in the world said that if it wasn't for the two of us, senior brother would already be the number one person in the demon world. They were right, senior brother spent too much time on us.

"He has warmed my world, and I am willing to use myself as a source of firewood to warm his world. So I will never allow it," the eldest lady raised her eyes, her eyes turned pure green, "Who is destroying the path of my brother's cultivation! "

"I married Qinghong, but it's not the reason you think. Qinghong is a lunatic. I want him to stay away from his senior brother, and simply tell the master. As a result, Qinghong actually proposed to me 'marriage', just to stay. Down.

"He doesn't know, senior brother is a pure person. Once he gets married, it will be impossible. However, I have counted everything, and I have missed you.

"It's also for you, one mistake after another."

There was no expression on Da Furen's face, and the ivy in her hand directly restrained her sister's neck: "Senior brother disappeared after dusk and can't be found. He is not the one who leaves without saying hello. Tell me, you put your brother Where did it go?"

The same Tengman crawled on the flower fence, but her power was suppressed by the eldest lady: "Sister..."

She said it hard and painfully: "Sister, save..."

"I thought my brother could stop you by staying here, but I was wrong..." You don't deserve to die at all.

The eldest lady took a deep breath: "I don't care what you and Qinghong are doing, I just ask you, where is my brother?"

"Hahahaha..." Seeing that begging for mercy was ineffective, Hua Yu really wanted to kill her, Hua Li felt a pain in her heart, and simply gave up her struggle, "He is dead."

"Nonsense!" Hua Yu didn't believe it at all, who could kill a character like He Jun?

Just by the hedge? She doesn't deserve it!

"Cough, haha, Qinghong has designed a special formation for his senior brother. As long as he enters there, he will become a mortal."

Hua Li spat out a mouthful of blood, and she felt her life slipping away.

Out of the corner of her eye, she saw Qinghong's direction, and she suddenly thought, if she died, would Qinghong miss her even for a moment?

No, Hua Li thought, definitely not, she killed He Jun, they can't wait to resurrect her and kill her again.

Since there are people who are not expected like her in this world, why are there such people who are favored by heaven and earth? He has always been loved by others, and he does not know what it is like to ask for nothing, and there are people who take risks for him when he is in danger.

so jealous...

Between the person she likes and her, my sister chooses the person she likes. It's so sad that she's always the one left out.

"Sister," Hua Li gasped hard, "actually that picture... I designed it. It is not only Qinghong's obsession, but also my half-life effort. I will prove to the world that they are all wrong! I can also !"

She vomited out a mouthful of blood, and she no longer had a human form: "I want the world to know that I am a flower fence... Thousands of years later..."

"Hua Li, I will give you one last chance. Where is the senior brother?" The green demon pattern climbed on Hua Yu's skin, her demonic power was tumbling, but the entire Qiansui Temple was shrouded in the formation, and the two over there did not Find.

For the time being, she can't be exposed, senior brother needs someone to help her.

"Hahaha... I won't, let him ruin my plan." Hua Li smiled, blood and tears all over his eyes, nose and ears.

Closing his eyes, Hua Li transmitted the last command in a special way: "Maximum amount of water, submerge the entire maze."

If she can bring this person down, her life is not a loss.

"Sister, what a pity, he died."

The author has something to say: the third one.

Hua Li: The direction is wrong. The harder you work, the more failure you will fail.