The Days I Clear Escape Games Pretending to be an NPC

Players jumped out of the gap one after another. They saw the monsters on all sides, and these monsters also saw them. There was no opening or movement on both sides. A delicate balance was formed on the scene.

"Clap", Ren Yifei, who was standing at the center, put away his fan and glanced at Saman lightly.

"Perfect performance, I want it, ghost card, I want it too." He thought to himself, the greed of returning has affected some of his heart.

The players finally reacted. They looked at the stone egg in Ren Yifei's hand and the obviously abnormal table under the stone egg. Their expressions changed, and they rushed up with the props without a word.

And Saman also raised his sword after being absent for a short time.

They are all old players, so they can tell at a glance: that stone egg with many broken pipes must be what they are looking for - a 'ghost'!

I don't want a ray of light to flash, and the player who is close to one side is thrown out at the first time.

After the rays of light passed, the peacock demon unfolded its gorgeous wings and appeared in the middle, with his back to Ren Yifei and his face to the player, he smiled and said, "Although I don't know what's going on, provoke the big demon and kill it without mercy."

There is also a sapphire sword in Qinghong's palm, which cut the lives of a group of players with one breath, and his red eyes slowly swept the remaining players.

"Who dares to take a step forward?"

No one answered, and even took a step back to avoid its edge.

There are also big monsters such as the orchid mantis drawing their swords and watching the player look bad.

The player and the NPC entered a confrontation state again, but Ren Yifei didn't seem to feel it at all, just stroking the stone egg.

"Last time, I did that too?"

Shi Egg's voice was weak, and he was crying: "I still beat my father."

"Really?" Ren Yifei smiled.

"If you are given a chance to live in other places in another way, would you like to come with me?" As soon as he said this, the players looked sideways, feeling that something was wrong, and they couldn't say it. .

The stone egg in his hand trembled: "I'll go with you. Don't be angry with your father, don't kill him."

"Okay. Your name, Hegui." Ren Yifei opened his mouth and said three words to the stone egg.

Saman, who was holding the great sword, felt that something was wrong, and a particularly familiar suffocating feeling hit his heart.

No way?

how is this possible?

"what you up to?"

As soon as he moved, Saman's throat was locked by the tip of the sapphire sword in Qinghong's hand.

Qinghong pressed the regret and pain in his heart deep, holding the sword in one hand.

He will live to atone for his sins, if this is what his senior brother asks.

"Get out of the way!" The giant sword in Saman's hand lit up with runes, and the light was brilliant. He also had a reason to go forward.

The giant sword and the jade sword collided for the first time. Saman had skills in both hands, and the giant sword was swung away, weighing a thousand pounds. Qinghong was originally a skillful person, but this bump opened a gap.

It was too late and then too fast, Qinghong only felt the wind blowing, and Saman had rushed into the rear where Ren Yifei was.

The blade cut through the 'field' formed by the wind, and Saman's fingers almost touched Ren Yifei's flying sleeves.

"You are a ghost."

It was too late, Saman's fingertips brushed his sleeve, and the whole person staggered and stopped.

With the sound of the end of the identification, the stone egg shone brightly, and after the white, a milk doll wearing a red apron appeared in his hand.

With silver-white hair, only a pinch of cinnabar red on his forehead, his eyes are black and soft, and his little face is rosy and cute, he is a little crane.

His pink little hands came over, fat and chubby, with a few dimples, Ren Yifei froze there, not daring to move.

He... seems a little scared of the baby.

"Goodbye, father." Little Nanny said goodbye to Qinghong, turning it into a card and falling into Ren Yifei's palm.

Ren Yifei immediately breathed a sigh of relief and put away the cards.

The time of the demons was fixed in an instant, the color on their bodies faded and they turned into a statue of white wax, and the white wax turned into flying sand in the next second.

In the fine sand flying in the sky, Ren Yifei looked at Saman and smiled.

Across time and space, the two game backgrounds overlap in front of them. Everything is blurry, only this monster in white... No, this player, he is real and clear.

Saman stared at him, carving the smile deep into his eyes.

This smile, he had dreamed of.

"Play, player?!" The surviving player made an unbelievable voice, pointing at Ren Yifei, his voice trembling.

"Everyone, accept it." Ren Yifei stretched out his hand, a card landed in his palm, turned his palm over, and disappeared.

The speed of the dungeon's collapse accelerated, and the apocalyptic scene outside collapsed, leaving only the players whose world view was broken into pieces standing in the flying sand, dazed.

"Look outside." A player exclaimed, everyone's eyes were attracted, and they walked to the edge of the tower to overlook.

Through the gaps not covered by black smoke and flames, you can see that the underground ground is cracking and rolling, revealing veins like tree roots, and black dots crawling out from the translucent root system.

"Does it look like a lot of fried ants are sprinkled on a plate of fried vermicelli?" The player used the adjective of soul.

Don't say it, it's pretty figurative.

Too far away, they can't see what those black spots look like. But most of the players came down from the ground. They knew that these were the players who had not died and survived, the reserves of the 'ghost'.

"Good luck."

If the game is broken a few hours later, none of these players will even think about surviving.

"Who came out on top?" There are players who have just climbed up through the tower wall. They know that they are one step behind, but now they are just not reconciled, so they ask the players who were one step earlier in the tower.

Who knows that these players have more complicated expressions: "Don't ask, you can still maintain a good mood if you don't ask." You will be desperate if you ask.

Players are looking for 'ghosts', but there are NPCs to **** them?

Not one, not two, but many?

Does this player carry the protagonist's halo with full NPC favorability?

At this moment, there are not many people on the top of the tower, the NPCs have disappeared, the players have died one group and the next group has fallen, and there are only seventeen or eight people on the scene. Now this group is basically the best player among the players, with rich game experience.

Because of this, they know very well how difficult it is to get NPCs to take the initiative to maintain.

"I seem to be witnessing the birth of a legend." Ji Yu, a player wearing a red feather coat, sighed.

The younger brother of the banquet master, the person who is secretly in love, the powerful demon, the bewitching crowd... With so many complex attributes, this player can pretend to be flawless, and there are NPCs voluntarily guarding him until the last moment.

Such ability, is it more than terrifying? Simply terrifying.

Of course, if it's your own, it's cute.

Taking a step forward, Ji Yu reported to her home: "Hello, Floating Sky Realm "School", my code name is Xiaohua, have we met? Just..."

"My name is Wu Chu, Hopeless Sea "North Island Alliance", I don't know what to call it?" Others crowded up.

"Meeting by chance, why do you have to know the origin and name?" Ren Yifei chuckled, still a little alienated and indifferent.

The players were unwilling to leave. There were very few who could get here, and they all wanted to pull Ren Yifei into their team.

Different from players of other genres, players of the disguise flow have always been the 'assistants' that everyone dreams of. Many people like to cooperate with players in disguise, they can get more clues and help from NPCs.

It's a pity that Ren Yifei is not interested at all.

The sleeves drew a curve along the twisting force, and Ren Yifei turned to leave. He is an loner, and he doesn't like to interact with people a lot. He is most comfortable alone.

"Please stop." A hand hooked the thin belt around his waist.

Looking back, it was the player who was holding the giant sword before. The sweetness was filled with the aroma of burnt bitterness, and the concentration of the aroma was just right.

Is it because he was unhappy with the fan, and came to find fault? Ren Yifei thought so, and asked, "Are you going to trouble me?"

"No, you forgot one thing." Saman's voice was low and gentle, his smiling eyes seemed to be filled with spring water, ruthless and affectionate.

Unexpectedly, he would be like this, and when he raised his eyebrows, Ren Yifei also smiled back: "Oh? What did I forget?"

"..."

Wanting to know what the **** he was going to do, Ren Yifei stretched out his hand. A small blue flower with a corner missing fell into his palm from the tip of Saman's finger, with a temperature that would not burn anyone.

"You forgot my... thank you. Nice to meet again, Fei."

"Wait a moment," Ren Yifei grabbed his wrist and showed a gentleman's smile, "You call me Fei?"

The name A Fei is known only to the players of the first two games. The dessert player happened to be a participant in the last game. Did he recognize him as Song Bozhi from the last game world?

Does this person think that there will be no second disguise flow in a short period of time, or does he really find traces of the same actor from two very different interpretations?

If it's the former, that's fine, if it's the latter...

Acting has always been what he is most proud of, and it is also his survival skills. He may not love it, but he must regard it as life.

Whoever doubts his life, he will make that person doubt life.

Saman looked at him without blinking, watching him withhold all his sharpness for a moment, pretending to be harmless and gentle.

Camouflage is a creature's instinct to protect itself, so...

He really cared about it.

Samant's smile deepened.

"Aren't you Ah Fei?" He asked back, but his face was determined.

This question was thrown back to Ren Yifei. Ren Yifei's expression remained unchanged, and he made a hard note in his heart: This guy has ulterior motives, ulterior motives, and evil intentions...

At this time, the dungeon had collapsed to the player's feet, and the quarter of an hour's stay time was about to arrive. Saman glanced at the other players who were unwilling to disappear, and then turned to Ren Yifei, who smiled perfectly and falsely.

"That day in the garden, I just wanted to say, your eyes are beautiful."

"?" Ren Yifei was puzzled.

"The last time I saw it was on Song Bozhi's face, full of hope and enthusiasm."

To a person who cares about his acting skills and has outstanding acting skills, what can he say to leave an impression? Compliment? No.

"Of course, I'm not using this to prove that you are the same person. There is a huge flaw in your interpretation. As for what the flaw is. I'll tell you next time we meet."

Tick ​​tock, the time has come.

With the doubts that he desperately wanted to know the answer, Ren Yifei was thrown out of the copy directly. He opened his eyes, sat up from the bed, and saw that it was already his own cement room.

As soon as the guide elf spoke, he saw him stand up and quickly rushed into the bathroom, his face and his eyes were reflected in the bathroom mirror.

hope?

Enthusiastic?

"Very good." Ren Yifei thought of this person's name very naturally, which made his whole mood unhappy, "Saman."

"Dear player, are you feeling very excited at the moment?" The guide elf could hardly hold back the sound of the core machinery running.

The player Ren Yifei smiled brightly: "Yeah, very excited."

"..." The guide elf looked at the mood index that dropped by 0.05 and shivered, "Why, what's wrong?" Isn't the settlement exciting enough?

"System," Ren Yifei looked at the white screen, "what is the probability of a person encountering the same player twice in a row?"

"About zero." The guide elf did not hesitate.

"How about three times in a row?"

"Almost zero." The guide elf added, "But there are props that can do it, and fate doesn't have enough money to make it."

"You know a lot." Ren Yifei's smile was as bright as a little sun.

If the guide elf has legs, it has already knelt down: I will correct what I did wrong, don't laugh like that.

"Heh..." Not far from the tree house, Saman, who woke up at the same time, stroked his head and smiled, his slightly threatening and scrutinizing eyes still in front of him.

Not even paying attention to the settlement, Saman immediately called the subordinate who collected the information.

"Have you found anyone?"

A wild, unclaimed **** of the next-stop camouflage faction, at an unknown price to own.

Holding the high bridge of his nose, Saman's eyes gradually blurred. The white-clothed demon with dual personality transformation, as well as the shy and young blind youth, all appeared in his spiritual world with expressions.

The curvature of the corners of the eyes when smiling, the angle of the corners of the mouth turned down when mocking, the twitching of the eyebrows when surprised...

The roles played can be different, but the same soul will have the same arc of micro-expressions.

"The sample is still a little less, and it is impossible to set a baseline. If we can meet again." The person behind the layers of masks faintly showed a slender appearance.

"You in the end..."

"Look for the newest person who entered the Wasteland, um, from the potential star list."

Lightly tapping his fingers on the table, Saman didn't believe that this person's light could be hidden, so he must be a newcomer, and he must be on the list of potential stars.

"...Unless the official is blind, he must be there." Saman checked his income while talking.

A newly harvested prop caught his attention, and Saman clicked on the prop, and a six-petaled translucent blue flower appeared in his hand.

"Gift from a friend?"

The tree house is filled with joy, but the real Grand Slam players in the concrete house are dejected.

"Is it settled now?" The guide elf asked carefully. It didn't know what happened to the host. Could it be that they fell in love at first sight in the game in the past two days, met for a lifetime, and parted ways after seeing life and death?

"Let's settle it." Ren Yifei sat on the chair with a world-weary face.

In the next second, I heard a clanging sound of metal slamming against each other.

"Did you hear that?"

'Crash la la', 'crash la la', what's that sound? It is the sound of shell coins of various colors falling.

Ren Yifei looked at the white screen silently: "Well, I know you can add sound effects."

"It's not this." The guide elf rattled again, "Look at what you've achieved this time!"

"Without the exposure clearance, plus the success of identifying the 'ghost', the points you will get this time are: 8+6+6, plus the speciality of the welfare copy, plus 10 extra points. Your current total points are: 50.

"This time, you still passed the level perfectly, plus the reward for completing the character quest, the final white coin reward is 10,000. Because of the particularity of the welfare copy, plus 10,000 white shells, you now have 20,806 white shells left."

"Wait," Ren Yifei held his chin, his fingers swiped across the reward page and appeared on the home page: "What is this?"

On his personal page, there are four big red characters: Weak state.

"That's right, you choose to sacrifice yourself to save the people..."

"No, I sound disgusting." He was sensitive to sacrifice and saving.

"Well," after a short silence, the guide elf immediately changed his rhetoric, "that is, you chose the choice that the character made, and that character has sacrificed his life for this choice. And you, although you don't have to die, but the price is to cultivate for seven days, During these seven days, your body is in a weak state, you are prone to get sick, and you are not suitable for playing games."

Ren Yifei's eyes drifted into the distance: He Jun is dead.

There are ghosts and gods in that world, can He Jun still survive as a soul? Maybe he could, after all, his will had traveled through time and space to reach the Desolate Corner.

In the sky outside the yard, wild geese flew by, and the sound of wild geese was bursting.

"System." He said suddenly.

"You say."

"You said us players are from various parallel worlds. Does Hejun's world have parallel worlds? His parallel world must not have Qinghong, right?"

In his line of sight, there seems to be a red-crowned crane, reborn from the sun and flying straight into the sky.