Single Player Only - v2.1 Chapter 12

Yue Qiang suddenly sat down.

The **** was hit by the soft sand, and it was a little bit cold, and his mentality was gradually awake.

It doesn’t make sense to go back and forth again, it will only add a series of footprints on the sand, other than nothing else. If Yue Qiang, who can only play games before, encountered this situation, I am afraid it has already collapsed. However, now that he has experienced the great transformation of the world, he is more alert.

The moment he sat down, he really returned to calm.

There was only one thought in his mind: if it was the tone, what would she do?

I have seen this girl doing inferences countless times, even if she is still stupid, but I still know what “smart” looks like.

The current situation is obviously unable to get out.

Waiting?

Do not.

Trying to pay attention to every detail and remembering what happened after you came in may be able to get out of the predicament.

After entering the door, first fill in the blanks of The Analects, then archery, then the mirror, then the sand, then start the cycle … every step is weird. Since every step is weird, isn’t it the usual part of the loose that is the breakthrough?

Thinking of this, Yue Qiang suddenly seemed to have an aura in his head.

Idiom filling in blanks and archery, these two steps can be done without any notice!

Maybe … should it?

Yue Qiang got up again and walked up the steps. Not too far to see the fence of the first level.

The fence was very short, only as high as his waist, and it seemed that he could get over it with a short span. The fence is installed on the stairs with a door in the middle, and there is an unfinished sentence on the door:

“________, must shoot too?”

The last sentence “Must be shot too” was filled in by himself with a charcoal pen. There was a gentleman who had no dispute before, but now it is empty. When I passed by, I just crossed the fence without paying attention, but now I think of it, this is a strange point.

Yue Qiang picked up the charcoal pencil that had fallen to the ground and filled in the words “gentleman has no contention”.

Just picking up the pen, he hesitated again.

Why is it indisputable?

I’m obviously arguing, right?

I have to figure out what the two pieces of wood on me mean, and what is written behind the word “change”; I want to know what secrets are hidden in the second strange book in the world; finally, I want Come back home.

Why is there no dispute? !!

How can we not argue?

Yue Qiang calmed down, he calmly, filled in the empty words “gentleman dispute”.

The words have been written.

Nothing has changed. Inside the tower was still dark and silent, the torches swayed and shimmering.

It seems that everything has changed.

Still the ladder, or the wooden door.

The wooden door did not open because he had filled it in.

Yue Qiang stood up and touched the fan of the firewood, pushing it very naturally.

That should have been the case.

The wooden door shouldn’t be opened by itself, it should have been pushed by him before it could be opened.

…

Go forward again and come to the second level.

The theme of this level is “shooting”.

The arrows are gone.

But why use someone else’s arrow?

Yue Qiang brushed off the sand on the ground, picked up the inferior long bow, pulled out the iron bars from the back, and put it on the bowstring. He aimed at the bull’s eye of the target at the top of the tower. Instead of launching in a hurry, he used a trick to advance the killing!

At this moment, the target became somewhat illusory and somewhat digital. From his eyes, it was no longer a target, but something a bit like a switch. The contrast with the surrounding environment is strong and incompatible.

Loose string!

Arrow out!

Iron bars, impartial, switch in the middle!

The target is broken.

When this arrow was fired, Yue Qiang felt a little weak, but at the same time, he also felt that something around was broken, and as the target broke, it turned into a fragment.

It seems broken is space.

The Ming Tower was quiet and terrible, and no sound was heard; there was only a faint light from the torch, and no abnormality was visible, but his feeling clearly hinted at this.

Something was destroyed.

Yue Qiang backed his long bow behind him, then stood in front of the door for the third time, and entered the room for the third time.

He passed by the mirror shattered by him. The broken mirror surface reflects Yue Qiang’s portrait intermittently, and his movements follow each other without any deviation.

Yue Qiang didn’t even see it.

He knew that he no longer needed to look at the mirror.

Stepped forward and opened the door.

It’s night sky outside.

I heard the cicadas at night.

The skin felt the breeze of the night.

Finally came out, well, the night view is good.

This feeling is also good.

He looked around, and his vision was wide. To the south is the gate to the sacrifice courtyard. The gate is closed, and there is a gatekeeper who is about to fall asleep. On the side, in the distance, is the crooked neck tree that I borrowed when I came in. From here, the shape of this tree is eerie. To the outside, there are dense bungalows and streets. Under the moonlight, there is a very quiet, farthest field of vision, and the city walls can be seen dimly.

The area of ​​the top of the tower is five or six feet square. When you go out, you can see a desk in the center of the front. There is a candlelight swaying on it.

Yue Qiang stepped forward and picked up the book. Immediately after, his eyes showed joy.

This trip really did not come for nothing.

…

…

In the dark, a sudden interrogation sounded.

The voice is very ordinary, it is the kind of voice that can’t be discerned even after entering the crowd.

“Don’t you say he’s stupid?”

no answer.

“Don’t you say he has no brain?

no answer.

“Don’t you say he has problems with IQ?”

This time, the answer came. It’s just that the voice is extremely hoarse and old. It seems that the master of the voice has lived countless years ~ www.mtlnovel.com ~ has almost died, waiting for death. His words were uncomplicated, only four words, and concise:

“It was an accident.”

After hearing this answer, the ordinary voice was silent for a while, and seemed to have some feelings about the word “accident”. Suddenly he asked again, “How many times did Zhao Yuan walk up the tower?”

Husky’s voice remained silent for a long time, and replied: “Zhao Yuan emptied all the quicksand and did not come out. I let him out.”

This time, neither person spoke.

That ordinary voice was shocked for a long time without saying anything. After a while, he asked again, “I want to know what was written on Chaimen when Zhao Yuan ascended the tower.”

Husky’s voice didn’t think it necessary to answer this question, so he stopped answering, but focused his eyes on Yue Qiang again.

I saw Yue Qiang put the book into the bag. After that, instead of going back through the door, he jumped directly from the high tower, jumped onto the crooked neck tree, and then slid down the trunk along the trunk and disappeared into the night. (To be continued.)