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"...In other words, the people who went out before were all cannon fodder."

Rolling his eyes, Bai Zhiren patiently explained.

"Now the main body of the story lies in those cannon fodders, none of them can escape, and they will come to our side after their side is over, understand?"

"Well... what happened to him at that moment?"

After thinking for a while, Xia Wen asked again with a little doubt.

"Then he went out before..."

"Don't ask me, you just don't know, you ask him."

"Uh……"

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Chapter Five Hundred and Fifty-Fourth: Moment's Hands Hold the Future

There were four people who chose to stay in the villa to fight against that unknown monster.

Shuka, Aini, Rohard, and Smith.

To a certain extent, they all have something in common, that is, the anger in the heart dilutes the fear.

Rohard is Bob's friend, while Smith is Eric's childhood friend. His friends died one after another. The unknown monster's provocation to them has made them have no time to think about more things.

What they want to do now is to shove the shotgun in their hands into that monster's mouth.

Bai Zhi and Shanna expressed that they could understand their desire for revenge, so they both simply handed the shotgun to them.

"A story itself needs a main body and multiple shared parts to exist. If we consider everything we are experiencing now as a horror movie, then this is the standard western horror movie style. ."

After yawning and looking down at the window, Bai Zhi deliberately lowered his voice.

"If it is judged according to the rhythm of the story, the story we are playing is still in the foreshadowing part in the early stage. For now, before those who fled are dealt with, our side is the safest."

"...Do you think these people are real people or NPCs?"

After a moment of silence, Xia Wen suddenly asked.

"What do you think?"

Turning his head to look at the other party, Bai Zhi raised his eyebrows slightly.

"I think it's human."

Taking a deep breath, Xia Wen spoke seriously.

"Everyone except us in this story is a human being captured by weird stories."

"What, do you want to save them?"

After staring at Xia Wen for a while, for some reason, Bai Zhi suddenly laughed.

"...Yes, don't you think it's sad that their lives are manipulated by weird stories like this?"

Gritting his teeth, Xia Wen spoke.

"Everything in here is illusory, they..."

"Even if it's an illusory thing, as long as it's real, who cares?"

Shaking his head slightly, Bai Zhi interrupted the other party's words.

"Also, your way of looking at things is still a little too one-sided. For one thing, are you so sure that the humans here are forced rather than voluntary?"

"……Volunteer?"

It seems that he didn't expect to hear this word from Bai Zhi's mouth, and Xia Wen couldn't help but be a little stunned.

"In a world that is about to be destroyed by strange rumors, ordinary people are frightened, and their lives and everything may be destroyed at any time... Under this premise, suddenly there is a person who can have peace in a peaceful world as long as they sell themselves. The right to live in this world, how do you think ordinary people will choose?"

While wrapping a strip of cloth around the stick to make a torch, Bai Zhi spoke calmly.

"So don't take everything for granted. The good intentions you think will be regarded as malicious by others in the end. Even if we rescue all the people trapped in the book, what can we do? So? Let them continue to return to the world where weird stories are rampant and may be destroyed at any time? They could have lived in peace for a long time or even longer. Then, are you saving them or saving them by doing this? harm them?"

"I……"

He opened his mouth weakly, recalling the vast collection of hundreds of thousands of books in the big library before, Xia Wen seemed to want to say something, but in the end he couldn't say anything.

"Don't worry, I don't mean to accuse you of anything. In fact, it's a good thing for you to have this kind of thought in your heart, which means that at least your heart has not become indifferent or numb."

While soaking the wrapped strip of cloth with fuel, Bai Zhi pouted.

"Actually, other people asked me the same question before...that guy's tone was more aggressive than yours."

"...Shin? When you went to get a shotgun with him before?"

After thinking about it for a while, Xia Wen couldn't help but be slightly stunned.

"Then why he chose to leave the villa before..."

"Oh, maybe he holds the future in his hands."

Then he reached out and pressed his forehead, Bai Zhi replied very perfunctorily.

Xia Wen: "..."

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There were three people who chose to leave the villa in the snow, Joshua, Abel, and Claude.

In order to minimize the personnel target, Claude chose the opposite path to Joshua. In terms of survival skills in the wild, Claude is the leader among the crowd.

It's just that he looked quite unlucky. Not long after he went out in the wind and snow, he accidentally fell into a big pit because of the snow.

Although it was said that there was no injury due to the cushioning of the snow and the thick clothes he was wearing, his left foot was twisted.

Out of desperation, he was destined to be unable to move forward, so he had to choose to find a hidden place nearby. In the wild in this snowy weather, if he did not find a qualified shelter as soon as possible, then he would be abruptly killed. Freeze to death here.

However, his luck was not bad. He dragged his body and did not take long to find an unmanned log cabin nearby. According to his judgment, this log cabin should be owned by the hunters who came into the mountains to hunt. left.

The interior of the wooden house is quite dark, even if he carried a special flashlight, he could not pierce the darkness enveloped in it. However, compared with the snow and ice outside, the interior of the wooden house is much drier, and the temperature has also picked up a little. .

After pressing the door with a stick and sitting down against the wooden door, Claude couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief.

It's just that at this time, he clearly heard the second voice in the wooden house besides him.

...It's hard to describe that voice with any specific adjective, but after hearing that voice, Claude felt inexplicably chills, as if a weak electric current had passed through his body, and he felt all over. Crispy and fluffy.

Just when he realized that he was in a hurry and wanted to open the door to escape, seven or eight hands suddenly stretched out and grabbed his feet in the darkness.

Claude could clearly feel that the things that grabbed his trousers were the hands of humans... But which human beings have seven or eight hands?

And just as he was screaming and being dragged into a deeper darkness by those hands, the small wooden hut he was living in was suddenly violently kicked open, and a figure stretched out his hand and grabbed him at the critical moment. the back collar.

At the same time, a molotov cocktail that looked like it was simply made was also thrown from the hand into the darkness by the figure who suddenly broke in.

With the rising of the flames, Claude only felt that the seven or eight hands that grabbed his feet disappeared without a trace, and he and the other party fell into the snow outside the wooden house.

And when he turned his head with a little lingering fear, he happened to see the face of Abel, who was standing up from the ground expressionlessly.

——The other party saved him just now.

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Chapter five hundred and fifty fifth deadlock

"Abel? Why are you here?"

After a few coughs in his mouth, Claude struggled to stand up from the snow.

"How did you think of hiding in such a dark, confined place?"

He didn't mean to answer the other party's question. He glanced at the burning wooden house in front of him, and immediately asked the other party with an expressionless face.

"Uh... In this environment, it would be more dangerous to expose my body to the icy wind and snow, and my foot was sprained again... By the way, you'd better not go in there, there are strange things in it. "

Seeing that Abel in front of him actually wanted to step into the wooden house, Claude quickly explained.

"Before I was inside, I had a weird feeling as if I had been electrocuted, and at the same time, a lot of hands stretched out in the darkness to pull me in..."

He didn't pay attention to the other party at all, and came to the door of the log cabin in an instant. Because of the flames rising inside, the layout of the log cabin was unobstructed.

It's just that when the moment's eyes accidentally slid to something that fell in the wooden house, because of his character, the corners of his mouth twitched a few times.

"..."

Deliberately blocking Claude's sight behind him, he bent down and picked up the thing and stuffed it into his cuff. He turned around in an instant and walked away from the burning wooden house.

"Where are you going now?"

Seeing that Abel was about to turn and leave after saving himself, Claude quickly asked.

"Why don't we go together and have a picture of each other..."

"Go back to the villa."

He stopped and spoke coldly for a moment.

"You have already been targeted. If you continue to walk down the road, you will die. You should consider whether you should continue to walk down the mountain or go back with me."

"...I see, I'll go back with you."

Looking back at the burning wooden house, Claude followed with a wry smile on his face.

"By the way, thank you for saving me before, I..."

Looking at Abel, who continued walking towards where he came from without any intention of replying in front of him, he sighed slightly, and Claude followed behind him.

With the passage of time and the deepening of the night, the wind and snow outside became heavier and heavier, making their way back more and more difficult.

Fortunately, he was worried about Claude's body at that moment, so he deliberately slowed down, otherwise he would have disappeared long ago.

Ten minutes later, a scorched black place buried by the wind and snow appeared in front of them.

"This is the wooden house that was burned down before, and we walked back..."

Looking blankly at the familiar place in front of him, Claude muttered to himself.

"..."

He frowned slightly, but didn't speak for a moment.

After thinking for a while, he turned over and took out a large roll of nylon rope from his backpack, and tied one end of the rope to a tree next to the wooden house.

After doing all this, he turned his head and looked at Claude expressionlessly.

Soon, the two set off again in the wind and snow, but the difference from last time was that this time they were walking with the nylon rope in their hands.

This time, the trip was as smooth as ever, and the rope didn't break suddenly, but after ten minutes, they walked back to the starting point again.

"..."

He glanced at the nylon rope that was tied to the tree and stretched slightly upward in the wind and snow in front of him. Then he lowered his head and glanced at the other end of the nylon rope that came from behind him in his hand. in silence.

"...Did we make a big circle unconsciously?"

Reluctantly forced a smile on his face, Claude asked Abel who was silent in front of him.

"For example, we walked out of a big circle unconsciously and hung the rope on the tree... In this blizzard weather with poor vision, this situation should still happen easily, right?"

"One is going up the mountain and the other is going down."

Turning his head to look at Claude, his face was expressionless for a moment.

Even if the road ahead is unclear due to the blizzard, it is indeed possible to get out of a big circle, but what they are now in is not a flat flat environment, but a mountain environment with a fairly obvious slope.

They had been walking towards the top all the time, but instead they came up from the lower slope... This is very telling.

——No matter how much you get lost, you won’t get lost to such an outrageous level.

The rope is inclined upwards, including the nylon rope he is currently holding, whether from a physical or spatial point of view, this is a completely unreasonable phenomenon.

He tied the other end of the nylon rope in his hand firmly to the tree, turned his head expressionlessly in an instant, and spoke to Claude beside him.

"I go down, you go up."

The rope tied to the tree, whether it was the part that was tied to the tree at first or the part that was tied to the tree at the moment, had a clear upward or downward trend.