Cannon fodder is a full-level boss

"What nonsense are you talking about?"

Qin Jiao looked at the sky and quickly said seriously, "It will get completely dark soon. Let's go back to the hotel quickly. Cui He and Fang Yunxin are still in the hotel. Danger is everywhere today. I I think it’s better for us to stay together as much as possible.”

"Are you sure?" Yan Ling suddenly raised his head, and his eyes fell on Qin Jiao's face in a moderate way. He had been deliberately pretending that his student temperament suddenly dropped, and the indifference from the depths of his soul returned again. Yan Ling's eyes are wide open.

At this moment, just like every time he leaves the mission world, he habitually strips away all emotions.

He doesn't look like a living person at all.

"Yan Ling, you...what's wrong with you? You said some weird things before, and now you suddenly make such an expression."

"Are you - still Yan Ling?" He seemed to have discovered something terrible, and slowly stepped back.

It was as if Yan Ling was possessed when he didn't know how to do it.

Seeing the performance of the person in front of him, Yan Ling suddenly laughed.

At this time, his brain finally figured everything out.

In fact, the answer to the mystery is not difficult, but he has never thought about it in such a big direction before.

After all, who would have thought that in this so-called small town, the town is fake, the time is fake, the residents are fake, and even the people around them have fake memories. These classmates are all fake.

Why can't his mental power be used in this big world? Because the small amount of mental power he can use now can only affect living people, while dead people need more energy. More and more will be enough to influence it.

That's why he can't feel these abnormalities at all.

Cui He didn't need to go back to save him at all, because some people had already lost this game from the very beginning.

…

On the streets of Wushui Town, tall trees were planted on both sides. Not long after, the bright moon was already in the sky. As the cool breeze blew by, petals were scattered on the branches. Spreading down, carrying with it wisps of quiet fragrance.

Yan Ling stretched out his hand, and by chance, a petal fell on his palm.

Qin Jiao still looked cautious, as if Yan Ling would be eaten if he stretched out his finger.

Yan Ling felt that this adult was really into the drama!

It wasn't until Yan Ling held the petals in his hand that they spread out again in Qin Jiao's eyes, Qin Jiao's expression finally changed.

"You did it on purpose!"

Finally, the two adults stopped acting.

As Qin Jiao's tone changed, the petals on Yan Ling's hand instantly turned into a ball of pink mist.

There is no wind to disperse by itself.

This tree will never bloom at all. When he talked to Qin Jiao yesterday, he deliberately lied to him because he was just testing his own guess, and now the answer is obvious.

The light pink flowers quickly disappeared one by one, followed by green leaves, branches, houses, and the tall school building in the distance.

Is this big world going to collapse again?

Yan Ling stood there.

But after waiting for a long time, he realized that he seemed to have guessed wrong.

The ground beneath his feet had not completely disappeared.

…

It turned out that Qin Jiao was wearing a clean and cheerful-looking clothes, and the first thing he felt was like summer sparkling water, full of youthful enthusiasm.

But at this moment, he has completely changed into an adult.

The face is still the same, and there is no big eyeliner like in some dark TV series.

The corners of his mouth were slightly raised as usual, but the only difference was that he had a black coat on him from time to time, and there was a circle of snow-white fluff around his neck.

Yan Ling's sharp eyes discovered that Qin Jiao's black coat had large, deep and shallow marks on it.

Like——

It looks like dried blood.

Naturally, Yan Ling's gaze was not ignored by Qin Jiao. After all, the entire Wushui Town was a fantasy world constructed by Qin Jiao, so no matter whether it was a plant or a tree in it, he put it into the game. ‌Increase the fun‌The souls, they can't hide anything from him.

At least this has been the case in every game since ‌‌.

And this time, it seems that there were some small accidents, but it doesn't matter. He has long been tired of playing games since then, and now there is a big and more fun toy. He will definitely not It's easy to damage him.

He will definitely take good care of him.

And now, he wants to give him a "little" meeting gift.

…

The folding knife in Cui He's hand was that he came to the programmer's residence before the world was reorganized in Wushui Town.

He always remembered that the programmer used it to hurt the disembodied ghost, so when he left the programmer's house, he secretly put the knife into his pocket.

Originally, he thought that as the world collapsed, everything in the original world would disappear, but to Cui He's surprise, the things in his pocket were always there.

And this made him feel that there was something special about this bloody folding knife.

Ghosts don't have bloodstains, but humans do. When a knife pierces the skin, warm blood will flow out.

Lying on the ground, Fang Yunxin's eyes had lost the anxiety of a normal person's pupils. Instead, she looked like a lifeless doll. Her mouth opened and closed mechanically. Sometimes it was Fang Yunxin's voice cursing him, and sometimes it became Fang Hanyi's shrill screams!

He had stabbed many bloody holes on her body, but there was not even a drop of blood. Except for the bloodstains on the folding knife that could not be wiped off like a brand at the beginning, the blade was extremely clean.

That's right, maybe Fang Yunxin had already died completely before being possessed by Fang Han, and this body would naturally be different from that of a normal person.

Isn't that how movies are played, treating dead people like living people, or living dead in short.

As if his hands were tired, Cui He finally stood up, stretched out his feet, and stepped hard on Fang Yunxin's face with his black custom-made shoes.

He was very strong, and half of his face was deformed under his feet.

In the hotel room, the mixed female voices suddenly turned into a series of laughter and a gasp that seemed to come out of the throat.

"Hahaha!"

"Cui He, you will be punished, hahaha, Cui He, you will be punished!"

Cui He was a little annoyed, "Shut up!"

Fang Yunxin's head suddenly twisted again, she turned over, and her neck was twisted into an unnatural twisted shape.

"Hehe, hehe, hehe..."

"Cui He, you can't escape, you can't escape."

"We are all dead, and you will come to accompany us soon."

"Cui He! Save me!"

"Cui He, aren't we good brothers? Good brothers should die together, hahaha!"

"Cui He!"

"Cui He..."

Scenes after scenes, and voices in his ears, even if Cui He is calm, fear slowly flashes on his face at this moment!

For a moment, he even wondered if he had gone crazy.

The voices in his ears were layered, but he was familiar with each one, all from his dead classmates.

And the next moment, as if to fully confirm his thoughts, after a crisp snap of fingers came from nowhere,

He suddenly came to an open space.

And there were a group of people standing around him.

Those people he witnessed died, and those who might not be dead yet...

All of them stood around him!