The Trial Game of Life

The sun was still hanging in the sky, and the ground began to bleed.

The blood-colored flower should have bloomed in the dark night, because it is too gorgeous, and what is too gorgeous makes people afraid, and the heart is afraid. And these scattered people fleeing, they can't see the fierce appearance of eating people at night, and they are extremely weak and innocent.

The situation is one-sided slaughter.

"You fight back, why don't you fight back?! Don't you want to eat people!" No matter how fierce the players are, the NPCs will only escape. Crying, screaming, and even begging for mercy, they seemed to have no courage to resist.

Rao is a player who is used to killing and life and death in Yongye City. In the face of this situation, he is inevitably a bit big.

Continue to kill?

Still stop?

The sharp whistle interrupted everyone's thoughts, and the people who patrolled the room came too late and arrested the player. They are positioned accurately and can recognize the hands-on person at a glance from the messy crowd, and the strength of these patrols is roughly between the skeleton and the skeleton king.

"Everyone pays attention! You are already wanted. If you want to survive, you will immediately grab your hands and catch, otherwise you will be killed on the spot!" The captain ordered a warning shot and the player scolded the mother.

Only the audience knew that the same situation had already happened on the other side of the city as early as a quarter of an hour. In daytime mode, the murder will be arrested and wanted, which is a punishment.

Once wanted, players will be inaccessible in the city, and the pace of gathering plots will naturally slow down.

Soon, the night came as scheduled.

Tang Cuo and Jin Cheng stood at a high point and watched, the npcs automatically changed into cannibalism mode at the moment when the night was shrouded, but those npc killed in the day did not come alive, they were indeed dead . But as Tangcuo said, there are so many people in the city, killing a few or even a few hundred won't help.

The feast for cannibalism begins again.

Players have experience, and this time they all go to high places. Anyway, for the players of Yongye City, flying to the sky is not difficult. However, the concentration of Haiyi in high places is also high. Players dare not take risks, and npcs have another opportunity.

Although they have no extraordinary physique, they have a determination to eat meat. They grabbed anything around them and climbed desperately, even if the palms were rubbed with blood, even if they fell off and broke their hands and feet, they would not prevent them from moving on. But if any player is caught by them accidentally, then only the ending will be dragged into the crowd.

The audience is not influenced by Hai Yi Na, and has an excellent perspective of God. Many people even used flying skills. Looking down from high altitude, the scene was truly spectacular and tragic.

Under the night, the contestants ran in the city, and the crowd beneath was the ocean. The roaring Black Sea is constantly surging with waves, and sometimes a wave shoots over, and a player is submerged, and there is no bone in a flash.

Of course, players are not passively beaten. Meng Na Lisa began to form a network, using the windows, eaves, lamp posts, etc. of the houses on both sides of the road as the connection points, and continuously connected them with vines, and finally formed a large net, which firmly blocked the NPCs under the net.

At night, the power of the plant system exudes a faint green shimmer, like an oasis built in the bitter sea. Meng Na Lisa and Su Miao Miao walked on the Internet, wherever they went, paving the way.

The nearby players saw the ride and took the ride, and a few npcs that emerged from the net were quickly pressed down.

The situation elsewhere is not as peaceful as here, and most players still choose the heavy firepower to open the way. Group attack players occupy a great advantage, and soil abilities are good at digging holes and making walls, and are also a good player in group fighting.

"Huh!" In the distance, a signal flew into the air. This was the signal that Tang Cuo agreed with Leng Miao.

Tang Cuo and Jin Cheng looked at each other and rushed there immediately. When you look at the place, Leng Miao's space cage expands to the entire block. Although the binding force has dropped, it can be more than enough for ordinary humans.

"A ghost is gone." Leng Miaoyan concisely said.

Yan Yun was crouching next to a corpse. He didn't look back when he heard the movement, and said: "This man was killed by his ghost teammate and was killed. The ghost lost his mind."

Jin Cheng: "What about ghosts?"

"Run away." Yan Yun looked up to the street ahead, and from there he could turn to the Bund. The ghost was completely black just now, and the words spoken were not complete. Most of them were not saved.

In the field of vision that they, the players, couldn't see, an audience was chasing the ghost.

The audience nearby watched.

"Ning Ning!"

"Ning Ning!"

The audience was a boy, shouting the name anxiously, reaching out several times to grab her. But ghosts are erratic and extremely fast, and they are often touched and missed.

She did not look back once, but ran forward like crazy.

The two were separated by only two or three meters, one desperately running and one desperately chasing, but all the audience knew that they were separated by a sky.

That is a one-dimensional distance.

"Ning Ning! Stop now! You are awake!" The boy himself is going crazy, he watched his teammates kill each other, but he couldn't stop anything.

Because he is just an audience, a **** damn audience who can only stand by.

Not long after, the two went to the Bund.

There are also a large number of npcs on the Bund, and ghost players are not as attractive to them as human players, so a ghost named "Ning Ning" walks through them, but no one comes to bite her.

The crowd of people blocked the boy's footsteps, seeing the distance from Ning Ning getting bigger and bigger. He gritted his teeth and used props to break through the crowd and ran past.

No one knows what the ghost is going to do. She has lost her mind, is she going to continue killing, or do something else?

"Ning Ning! You look back at me, I am Chen Yan! I am Chen Yan!"

The word "Chen Yan" seemed to finally touch her. Her footsteps slightly turned, her head turned pale, and the features on her dark body were pale, like a hole hidden in a ghost ghost fire.

Chen Yan couldn't take care of this, he was overjoyed and quickly reached out to her.

But the ghost didn't see him. They were inside the game and outside the game. They couldn't meet each other. She looked around blankly, and the regained sense of reason made her collapse in an instant. She screamed silently while holding her head, and the ghost image began to twist and pull, and the stern voice made all the npcs around to see it.

At the next moment, everyone saw the black figure plunging into the icy water.

"Don't!" Chen Yan rushed over, but where could she be in the black sea. The night is black, the sea is black, she is also black, everything is black, there is no trace of light.

He knelt down on the shore with his hand stretched out, turned his head back stiffly, and the black crushed crowd looked like a silent mountain, watching him with that numb, indifferent look.

He's crazy.

Crazy in full view.

Chen Yan is not alone. Since the beginning of the copy of "The Ghost Love is Coming", this kind of situation is not uncommon, but this is the most extreme one.

Everyone is watching, and after extreme madness, he is numb and laughing. It seems that nothing is going to be difficult, as long as the whitewash is too peaceful, it can still continue to move forward.

It doesn't matter if one or two are dead, the majority are always alive.

It doesn't matter if the despair collapsed the moment before, there will always be someone who can talk and laugh in the next second.

"I... day." Qian Wei, who always talks a lot, can't say any "blame" in front of such a picture.

The three happened to be in a nearby celebration game, sitting in a boat floating on the sea, looking at the shore from a distance, like a demon city that eats people.

The distant lights were reflected in Peng Mingfan's lenses. He grabbed the cold water and said, "Perhaps the copy of "The Ghost Love is Coming" will not only test the players in the team, but also the audience. No one can Saved from this game."

In that box, Tang Cuo asked Leng Miao: "What about Lin Yandong?"

Leng Miao: "He woke up and was teaching Yu one by one."

Lin Yandong and Yu Yiyi and others are in the cold space of different degrees, so they are not counted in the game nor belong to the audience. But if they come out from the inside now, which side is counted, it is not easy to say.

As the master of the heterogeneous space, Leng Miao can of course investigate the situation inside and learn about the resentment system. After a brief explanation, he said: "The grievance is passively absorbed. Lin Yandong can only suppress it, not refund it, and the player becomes the ghost. It is not him who has the final say. If you put all your hopes on him, you don’t have to."

Jin Cheng thoughtfully. Tang Cuo looked at his expression, as if he understood something, and asked, "Do you want to save?"

Yan Yun also looked over.

Jin Cheng thought for two more seconds, and said: "Leng Miao said that Lin Yandong triggered the resentment system, which suddenly reminded me that I have a belief system. Maybe it works."

The belief system is derived from a copy of "Yueyin Kingdom". Tang Cuo forgot Jin Cheng, and naturally he also forgot this matter. Jin Cheng gave a brief introduction, and everyone understood.

Yan Yun: "Use faith to fight resentment?"

"The so-called resentment is unwillingness, anger, and dissatisfaction for oneself, but if a person has a belief and can strengthen his belief, the resentment in his heart will naturally diminish. Even if it is pure energy, the two should be able to To some extent offset each other." Jin Cheng answered.

"But here is Yongye City. Players can't even achieve basic trust. How can they talk about faith?" Yan Yun asked again.

After hearing the words, Jin Cheng looked to Tangcuo.

Tang Cuo seems to understand what he means again, or he finds that he and Jin Cheng have a lot of overlapping in thinking, and changing the word is called tacit understanding. Without much tangle, Tang Cuo said bluntly: "Use twelve movements."

Yan Yun raised an eyebrow: "So generous?"

Tang Cuo declined to comment.

Jin Cheng said: "Something is what you want to use. We now have movement No. 2 and movement No. 4 of Yu Yiyi. Movement No. 4 is still there, and I can't take it out temporarily. I can only use No. 2 if I want to use it. But if it is really going to be implemented, I still need Lin Yandong to cooperate."

Leng Miao felt more and more struggling with this, "Fight the match?"

In anti-counterfeiting games, these three words are really too appropriate. Jin Cheng looked at Leng Miao in amazement, raised his hand on his shoulder, and said, "Miao Miao, your language proficiency has soared recently."

"roll."

"You are always so cruel to me."

Jin Cheng subconsciously made an aggrieved expression to ask Tang Cuo for warmth, but it did not look like amnesia at all. But this is not the time for gags, he quickly said right again: "Once I use the movement to control the player to generate faith and incorporate it into the belief system, then I, Lin Yandong, and the player wearing the evil spirit badge will form a three-way wrestling. The battlefield of wrestling is most likely to be the spirit of the player. This kind of wrestling, with a balance, a little carelessness will cause a party to break. Especially players, they will bear the greatest risk."

With that in mind, Jin Cheng took his hand and had a rare serious expression on his face, "The absorption of resentment and the supply of faith are actually irreversible. Both Lin Yandong and I are passive receivers. But our purpose is to balance It is repression. If it is properly coordinated, there is at least a 25% chance that it will stabilize."

Twenty-five percent, although it sounds rare, everyone on the scene knows that this is a very high probability in the fight game.

"Trouble." This is Leng Miao's intuitive feeling.

It is not questioning whether these people should be saved, nor is it weighing the good and evil, or simply feel trouble. Survival is a very troublesome thing, but people do not want to die for this trouble, so Leng Miao has been studying and PhD. Reading is easier than other things, especially science and engineering.

After coming to Yongye City, he was simple, everyone knew that he was cold and bad-tempered, and would not easily provoke him, so he lived as he pleased, until he got on Jin Cheng’s thief ship, and suddenly began to be forever. The night of the night city glows and heats up.

Wait, is he on board? Is he on or off the boat now?

Leng Miao was in a trance for a moment, watching Jin Cheng frown deeply. Jin Cheng couldn't understand what the great magician was thinking. He was always so strange.

"Miao Miu, even if you want to run now, it's useless. When I can brainwash everyone with the movement, I also wash your brain."

"You should be the brainwasher."

Leng Miao glanced at him with a black face, and then ignored Jin Cheng, even closing his eyes.

"Most of his consciousness sank into the space of different degrees, and communicated with Lin Yandong." Jin Cheng touched his nose and said again: "Miao Miu always said so, he is actually a good person."

No, Miao Miu doesn't want to receive your good card.

Tang Cuofun sullen, Yu Guang swept through the still turbulent city, listening to the screams sent by the wind, his expression gradually became cold. Leng Miao and Lin Yandong will definitely take time to communicate, but it won't be very long. It's too late to do anything else in such a short period of time.

He wanted to ask Jin Cheng if he really decided to do this. It is very dangerous to start the belief system in the face of the players in Yongye City, because these people-most of them are not credible.

Even with the blessing of the No. 2 movement, Tang Cuo still finds the people's hearts unpredictable.

But think about it, once you decide to do a lot of things, you won't look back. Life is a gamble, and Jin Cheng may have the strongest faith and the most firm executor of his own ideas.

It has nothing to do with whether other people believe him or not, he believes it is enough. It doesn't matter if others are grateful, he just needs to be ashamed.

So Tang Cuo's words came to his lips and became: "Have you thought about the second law?"

After the No. 2 movement supports the belief system, there should be more rights, which are all used, of course, it cannot be wasted.

Yan Yun interjected: "How about I give you a little suggestion?"

Jin Cheng raised his eyebrows, "What is your opinion about the Lord God Slayer?"

"I can't talk about it." Yan Yun walked slowly around them with his sleeves and stood on the edge of the roof with them, saying, "It's just a mention. Be assured, this is also good for me, a win-win thing."

On the street three hundred meters away, K is sitting on the top of the tram. He watched the three men standing together from afar, supporting his chin with relish.

Soon, his eyes shifted two meters away from the three.

On the rooftop at night, there are more than three people.

There were a lot of spectators who came to watch the big brothers. Apart from the rooftop, nearby roofs and alleys were everywhere. They relied on the players who could not see the audience and listened unscrupulously to their conversations.

When Tang Cuo said that he used twelve movements to control the player, he immediately caused an uproar.

"My God, can I still do this, can the whole city be brainwashed?"

"Aren't we also affected?"

"Day, they are going to use movement number two, movement number two!"

"..."

There are many opinions, and the truth about the badge of evil spirits has also been gradually pieced together by Tang Cuo and others. Many people fell into silence and turned to look at the cannibal devil city at their feet.

Are you angry?

Are you sad?

Still regret it?

When everyone heard Yan Yun asked "How do players in Yongye City talk about faith", heard Leng Miao saying "trouble", watching Jin Cheng and Tang Cuo say nothing nonsense, and decided to take risks, and who was it with a thousand tastes People say.

But some people only heard the word "brainwashing".

"He wants to control us, there must be a conspiracy!"

"I don't want to believe him. Didn't Lin Yandong have a good face before, did he end up with a badge of evil spirits? Those players in the Red List, from crimson to Lin Yandong, which treats us as humans, is it Jin Cheng? A case?"

Are these words wrong? It seems to make sense.

Someone was lost in thought and started to shake. Someone finally couldn't hold back, the blue muscles in his neck burst, strode forward, and slammed at the one who was the most vigorous, "Shut up for Lao Tzu!"

"If you force it, let alone brainwashing, I will first unscrew your head and use it as a urinal. See if you can bear it, will Yongyecheng give you a face?"