Infinite weird games

Qisi watched Huang Xiaofei finish the tadpole soup in the bowl, and silently asked Lin Chen if the number of eaten tadpoles had changed.

Just like the first day, Lin Chen gave a negative answer, which was once again confirmed that tadpole soup was not included in the calculation of mission progress.

"Cherish food and avoid waste. Breakfast must be eaten!"

Outside the door, the nurse shouted at the top of her lungs, her voice hoarse as frost.

Qisi sat back on his bed, picked up the tadpole soup on the bedside table, and sipped it calmly.

Counting yesterday, Sun Dekuan, Lu Zimo and Huang Xiaofei all drank tadpole soup. It is basically certain that drinking soup is not a sufficient condition to trigger death or crisis.

There must be something wrong with tadpole soup. Drinking the soup will not necessarily lead to death, but not drinking the soup will definitely be fine.

Ordinary people may think that "one more thing is worse than one less thing." Since they know that pouring the soup will not increase the failure rate, they can insist on not drinking it.

But... Chiss is no ordinary person.

In the past two days, although the players have encountered more or less dangers, they have not lost their lives in a real sense. Even the frogs feel more difficult than the ghosts.

It is basically certain that the small ghost realms that make up this dungeon are very trouble-free and most likely do not like to actively seek trouble.

If three of the four people drank the tadpole soup peacefully, and only Zeiss did not drink it, then as a mastermind who did not want to create complications, the easiest way to deal with it was to ignore Zeiss and not play with him.

This is something that Ziss, who pursues perfect clearance, cannot tolerate.

Therefore, he just needs to retreat to advance, give others a handle, and enter the game with his own body.

The tadpole soup is not as unpleasant as expected. There is a faint fishy smell in the mouth at first, mixed with the unique muddy smell of the pond, lingering on the tip of the nose and taste buds.

After a careful sip, the taste is mellow and smooth, like ointment, and the taste is delicious and refreshing. Among the dungeons that Qis has experienced, the taste can be ranked among the top three.

——As long as you don’t consider what its raw materials are.

While drinking soup, Qisi continued to communicate with Lin Chen through consciousness, and roughly figured out his skills and prop reserves.

[Name: Pilgrim’s Prayer]

[Type: Skill]

[Passive effect: If you have devout faith, you are luckier than ordinary people. You have a half chance of getting it right when you choose one of the four options. When you encounter a fatal crisis, you have a chance of saving the day]

[Active effect: Pray for any existence in the dungeon, and slightly improve its luck in the dungeon (can only be used once per dungeon)]

[Note: I heard that children loved by God are always luckier, perhaps because meeting God has exhausted his greatest misfortune]

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[Name: A note from top students]

[Type: props]

[Effect: Open it at the most urgent moment, and the correct answer to your most troubled question may be written on it~ (Each copy can only be used once, success rate is 50%)]

[Note: Imagine that you are sitting in the examination room of an important exam, facing a blank test paper and worrying about failing the exam. At this time, the student with the best grades in the class comes up to the stage to hand in the paper, and gives you a small note...SURPRISE! 】

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[Name: Unusual Blade]

[Type: props]

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[Name: The Umbrella Full of Pain]

[Type: props]

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Well, Lin Chen's skill points are distributed quite evenly. He can assist, solve puzzles, and is not incapable of fighting.

Qisi studied the system panel sent by Lin Chen for a while, and his eyes finally fell on [Pilgrim's Prayer]: "Lin Chen, have you encountered any existence like gods since you entered the game?"

"Huh? A god?" Lin Chen was a little confused, but still answered truthfully, "I don't have a deep impression, but I may have encountered him once, I don't know if that counts."

"In the copy of "No. 33", there is a statue of the number one scholar in the back of the school. It is said that if you worship, you can get good grades. Many students will put a few oranges in front of the statue after passing by..."

This sounds a bit ridiculous, just like the common pre-exam metaphysics in reality. But Zis still asked seriously: "Have you worshiped it? Have you had any further communication with it?"

Lin Chen didn't know why. He noticed Qisi's seriousness and became nervous for a moment: "Everyone was going to worship at that time, so I followed. Qi...Brother Qi, is there something wrong?"

Listening to Lin Chen's tone of voice that he didn't know what was going on, Qisi knew that he was neurotic.

Lin Chen probably hasn't been targeted by a certain god yet. The evil god's bet is not that worthless, and the description of the skill may not point to a specific event.

As for whether Lin Chen lied, Qisi was not worried about this. Anyway, this person has been running live broadcasts, and he can find out if he goes out to check. There is no need to hide something that will be revealed at the first glance.

His thoughts touched something, and Qisi said lightly: "Lin Chen, please turn off the live broadcast."

"Ah? Oh!" Although Lin Chen didn't understand what he meant, he still did it.

Only then did Qisi hang up the consciousness connection with satisfaction.

After a while, the players all finished their portions of tadpole soup and stood up from the bed one after another.

Huang Xiaofei finally noticed the blue frog squatting in the corner, and once again cut it in half neatly.

Anyway, I have killed a bunch of frogs, so I don’t have to worry about the debt. If I encounter such an obviously unlucky thing, I won’t kill it if I don’t kill it.

Qisi had already stood by the door, looking around the room between Huang Xiaofei and his brother with great interest.

Huang Xiaofei noticed it, took a few steps toward the door, and looked up at Qiss: "We must end this dungeon as soon as possible. It is imperative to go out to explore at night. Let's act together today and we must find a way to get the duty card."

Qi Si leaned against the door loosely and nodded slightly when he heard the words: "Then let's go to the morgue together first. Yesterday I promised Cheng Xiaoyu that I would give him a lot of candies."

"Sugar?" Huang Xiaofei didn't know the details and frowned, "How long have you been caring about such trivial details? The failure rate increases by 20% a day on average. We have to speed up the progress..."

Chiss said nothing and took out the sugar bowl from his backpack that had been packed so that no problem could be seen.

Under Huang Xiaofei's somewhat irritated gaze, he smiled gently and harmlessly: "There is only one duty card, but there can be many access permits approved by the dean, right?"

"Are you trying to please the dean's son so that he can help ask the dean for permission to enter and exit?" Huang Xiaofei's expression became a little strange, "I don't think this path is feasible. As the core NPC, the dean's position is likely to be different from ours. Hostility and premature contact can be dangerous.”

She has been accustomed to keeping everything in the palm of her hand since she was a child, and she has always been able to achieve good results with her talent and luck. It is inevitable that she has a bit of arrogance towards others.

When she couldn't get the full picture of the plan, she would always feel a little uneasy for no reason and wanted to find out more information.

Qisi had a good understanding of her psychology and character, but he had no intention of complying with her wishes and alleviating her anxiety.

Huang Xiaofei was waiting for her temporary teammate to present facts to refute her concerns, but she saw the young man raised his eyes and gave her a meaningful smile, turned around and walked out of the room without any regrets.

Don't you play your cards according to the routine? Could it be that there was something detrimental to her in the plan?

Huang Xiaofei had some vague guesses, her dark black eyes narrowed unconsciously, and she felt cold in her heart.

She whispered: "Your contract is signed on my [Book of the Dead]. When the copy is finished, remember to remind me to burn it."

Sun Dekuan didn't know the twists and turns. He scratched his head and continued after hearing the endless sentence: "I'll try my best to remember it, but my memory may not work well."

Huang Xiaofei's eyes darkened when she saw his nonchalant attitude.

"Sister, do I really not need to go with you guys?" Lu Zimo said coldly.

Huang Xiaofei suppressed the darkness in her eyes and turned around to give her cousin a reassuring smile: "It's useless to follow your three-legged cat skills, so don't cause trouble. Stay here and wait for the good news from my sister."

Lu Zimo responded calmly, lowering his head and not knowing what he was thinking.

Huang Xiaofei ignored him and walked out of the room.

Sun Dekuan looked at the show for a while, then followed him out when he saw that the excitement was no longer there.

The door of the ward was closed behind him, and all three of them stood in the corridor, leaving Lu Zimo alone in the room.

In the long and narrow corridor, nurses pushing empty dining carts wore masks that were large enough to cover their entire faces. They walked stiffly and walked back and forth without squinting.

"Cherish food and avoid waste. Breakfast must be eaten!"

"Eat a good breakfast, respond to policies, and listen to the radio in time!"

The cold and dull shouts echoed in the corridor, without any emotion, like a recording prepared in advance.

"Click..."

"Squeak——"

The coffin-like doorways were pushed open from the inside, and heads with yellow faces and thin muscles popped out. Their skin was rough and dull, and their cheekbones were prominent, like skeletons.

The patients, who seemed to have little vitality, walked out of the door sparsely, dragging their feet like zombies.

Men and women wearing yellow hospital gowns sat down on the benches outside the door one after another, crowded into a row like sparrows on a telephone pole, staring blankly ahead.

In the silence, the sound of the radio broadcast sounded from the ward, from the ceiling, and from under the floor, surrounding me layer by layer, making it impossible to escape.

"You will be given a rope to hang yourself and a bottle of medicine to drink..."

"We must resolutely implement policies and never allow more children..."

Not long after Huang Xiaofei went out, she was hit by this weird slogan all over her face. She felt a strange feeling in her heart and the corners of her eyes twitched slightly.

Sun Dekuan immediately posted enthusiastically and recounted his speculations about the background of the copy that he had told Qis before.

Ziss walked in front, following the route he took yesterday in the direction of the morgue and kitchen.

Behind him, Sun Dekuan was still mumbling in a low voice: "Oh, let's do this now, let that happen now, people are dying one after another, just like a bulldozer crushing wheat stalks..."

"Sister Huang, do you think this is an evil act..."