Half Immortal - Chapter 153

    Ding Xiao said no more.

      big. As the carriage swayed, Ding Xiao grabbed the ladder as a handrail, and the temperature of the metal made her palms cold.

    At this moment, she straightened her back, her expression was tense, and she always felt that something was secretly spying around her.

    Although she was on guard, she did not seem so nervous.

    Yan Mingguang is here, most likely nothing will happen.

    The next moment, the light bulb hanging above the sliding door flickered, and the halo threw down, and finally stabilized.

    Ding Xiao saw Yan Mingguang sitting at the other end, leaning sideways, his eyes were slightly down, and his expression was flat. On his side, a blood-covered thing was lying beside the bed, his blue-white palms were covered with corpse spots, his jet-black hair dripped with thick black blood, his exposed face was pale and blood-stained, and his skin was an inch An inch was cracked, and the cracks were covered with rotworms.

    Yan Mingguang just raised a hand and vainly pressed it between him and this dirty thing.

    Ghosts can no longer enter.

    Yan Wei and Lin Qing each chose a lower bunk to lie down on. After Lin Qing sorted out the information and discussed with Yan Wei, she lay quietly on one side without speaking. Yan Wei put his head on his hands, lying face up, his eyes staring at the bed above without focus, his brows slightly wrinkled.

    Just now he and Lin Qing discussed several possibilities about the front of the car, and Yan Wei felt that there was something wrong.

    The starting point is the most likely source. Whether it is in the myth of Prometheus or the logic of ordinary people, the occurrence of things is the source of suffering. As long as it does not begin, suffering will not come. From Zeus’ point of view, the moment Prometheus stole the fire, he was destined to suffer later. From the player’s point of view, the moment they get on the bus is the beginning of “suffering”.

    So the dining compartment may be the symbolic front of the car, there is no doubt that it has the greatest possibility.

    Their focus tomorrow will also be on the dining car.

    There is also a possibility that the train is just stretched, just because it is stretched too long, forming a visually boundless feeling. They might run out of a hundred or two cars and see the front of the car. The five of them, all the high-level props and the legendary props piled up, can still hold up.

    But this point, Yan Wei thinks it is basically impossible – this goes against the fact that death oppression does not test force to crack.

    But the dining car…

    He blinked slowly, lifted the quilt and wrapped himself up. He was wrapped in Yan Mingguang’s coat and heavy quilt, and the cold and damp air couldn’t get close to him, so he finally felt a little warm.

    “Lin Qing,” he said, “do you remember what’s in the hard-seat car and the dining car?”

    Lin Qing opened her eyes and said calmly: “The dining compartment has a small kitchen, a bar, kitchen utensils, tableware, a dining table and benches on both sides of the dining table, a small blackboard hanging at the The window is blocked. Further ahead is the hard-seat carriage that cannot go to the end. The things inside are very simple. The upper sides of the two sides are the luggage racks, and the bottom is the hard seat. Each row has three seats on the left and right. There was a rusted and clogged broadcast machine, and a decorative painting hung below the broadcast machine.”

    He paused, as if afraid of Yan Wei’s misunderstanding, and said, “After Yan Mingguang discovered that there was something else behind the small blackboard, I checked several decorative paintings on the sleeper carriages, and they were just very ordinary. Painting, no problem.”

    Yan Wei sighed: “What you said is no different from what I remember. But I always feel weird in my heart, and think we have missed something.”

    He said, “I’ll think about it.”

    Yan Wei closed her eyes.

    The train for these few hours is always extraordinarily quiet, except for the smell of rust in the air and the increasingly strong stench, everything seems to have pressed the pause button without any additional noise.

    In the second sleeper room of carriage 11.

    Xu Miaomiao sat alone on the bottom bunk, leaning slightly against the wall. She opened her eyes and looked ahead, her fists clenched tightly, cold sweat dripping from her forehead.

    There was nothing in front of her. But from the moment she separated from Yan Wei and the others—to be precise, the moment she was completely separated from Yan Mingguang and Yan Wei, she stayed in the room alone, and the feeling of being spied on in the dark was enveloped in all directions. Come.

    This feeling, Xu Miaomiao has basically experienced every copy related to ghosts.

    But this time is different.

    She took her advanced props very calmly at first, and checked the sleeper room from top to bottom, from inside to outside, and found nothing anything is wrong.

    But the creepy feeling is getting heavier.

    Even if you are targeted, there must be a trigger. Without her on the death list, did she do anything extra today?

    “呲la—”

    The light bulb flashed a few times, then pressed it down completely. The train came to light-off time, and the lights of all carriages disappeared together at this moment. Xu Miaomiao’s eyes went dark, and a sharp and long scratching sound suddenly sounded in her ears, as if her fingernails were rubbing back and forth on the cold metal surface.

    “呲呲—” “呲呲—” “呲呲—” “…”

    Xu Miaomiao only felt that her nerves seemed to be condensed by this voice, as if they were about to explode.

    She didn’t move, took a deep breath calmly, and took out a flashlight from the black ring. The cold touch brought by the handle of the flashlight spread from the palm of her hand, and she pushed the switch of the flashlight without hesitation with her fingertips.

    The pale beam spreads out.

    Yan Wei couldn’t sleep.

    “呲la”, Yan Wei closed his eyes, feeling the disappearance of the sense of light – the lights were turned off.

    He rubbed under the quilt and buried half of his face in the quilt.

    The house is getting colder.

    Suddenly, Yan Wei opened his eyes.

    He almost didn’t hesitate, he sat up from the bed in an instant, the moon wheel was already in his palm. The pale white light emanating from the moon wheel illuminated his eyes slightly, outlining the outline of the thing standing in front of the lower bunk.

      .

    The moment Yan Wei took out the moon wheel, it leaned forward slightly towards Yan Wei, and his dirty face showed a smile to Yan Wei at close range.

    Yan Wei looked at the face of Cao Qun, who had been cut in half, but there was no movement. He bypassed this thing and glanced at the sleeper where Lin Qing was. Lin Qingzheng lay upright on the bed, breathing steadily, eyes closed, apparently unaware of any problems.

    Yan Wei noticed a familiar feeling. That was the familiarity from the last time I climbed to the top. At that time, there was no movement in everything around me. Time and space were forcibly suspended in place by some force majeure. The progress of the dungeon stopped. He seemed to be in a sudden split. blank.

    There are only him and the malicious attachment that was born out of the building.

    This is one of the ways that thing gets into the dungeon. It cannot interfere with the progress of the dungeon, nor can it change the rules of the building. It can only descend into the dungeon in this way, either by attaching to a dirty thing and suspending everything in the dungeon, or…into the appearance of Yan Mingguang, without interfering with any dungeon. The things in it, but interfere with him from the player’s point of view.

    These two methods are not low consumption of this thing, the former is easier.

    Yan Wei raised her eyes and looked at “Cao Qun” calmly.

    The thing didn’t move, and neither did he.

    About ten seconds later, Yan Wei sneered: “You played a trick, do you still want to scare me? Garbage.”

      The dirty thing that should not be able to make a sound actually said to Yan Wei: “Long time no see.”

    But the mouth of “Cao Qun” split in half from the middle did not change. The sound was shrill and ethereal, as if it came from a distance, exactly the same as the sound of the prompt sound every time the building sounded.

    Yan Wei disdain: “Long time no see? It’s been a long time since I haven’t seen you, haven’t you been hiding in the dark all the time, using the power of Lou to spy on me?”

    “That’s attention.”

    “You’re pretty good at talking.”

    “…”

    Yan Wei and this thing stared at each other for a while.

    In the end, he yawned boredly: “Do you think I didn’t sleep well enough?”

    “…” “Cao Qun” laughed, “You should give up.”

    “Give up the summit? Dreaming.”

    ” Come up again, it’s just a repetition. Let’s have a discussion, I can’t change the rules, but I can help you arrange the easiest high-level copy every time, and also provide the most obvious You can wander freely in this world, always possessing the most unmatched ability of others, immortality and immortality, isn’t that easier than being an ordinary person?”

    Yan Wei raised his eyelids and started to play with the moon wheel in his hand.

    He said: “You mean, I don’t go to the top floor, and when the maximum time stipulated by the rules of the building is up, I will passively enter the copy, then descend the floor, and repeat it?”

    “Isn’t that bad? You can also be with… him all the time.”

    “You, such a malicious congealed dirty thing, will also have big dreams?”

    “…”

    Yan Wei sneered: “If I really listen to you, go in, is it the easiest dungeon or the hardest dungeon, your stupid head doesn’t count?”

    “…” If that thing can have a face, it should be able to show Yan Wei a red face at this moment. It’s a pity that he only has a pale grimace with two torn apart, hanging around his neck at the moment, revealing autism in calm.

    Yan Wei was very satisfied with this, “Why are you staring at me? You can’t move me, and the ghosts in this copy can’t move me at the moment, so if I look a few more times, can I get less meat? Wouldn’t it be good to see you again with a copy? I just happened to give you a ride to make you feel convinced.”

    For a while, the ethereal voice trembled, and a trembling laughter came out.

      Yan Wei, I’ve seen many, many fools who want to save everyone, but this is the first time I’ve seen people who continue to pretend to be fools knowing the outcome.”

    Yan Wei’s heart throbbed.

    This thing seems to have something to say, and it also involves Yan Mingguang. He couldn’t understand the meaning of this thing, and vaguely felt that it was a secret about Yan Mingguang that he had not touched.

    He looked sideways, and was about to find a way to keep this thing for a while, when he made a set of words, the sharp voice sounded again, drifting further and further: “You always want everything…but you also Always, nothing is left.”

    “I can’t move you, but I can magnify the danger for those who trigger the micro-death condition. That person—ah, that female player, is she your friend? …”

    The voice has drifted away, but another voice from the front carriage took its place, piercing the night sky and slamming into Yan Wei’s ears.

    “Ah! Sister Ding—!”

    That was Xu Miaomiao’s cry for help.