"Yilin, next we must work together to kill Chang Xu." In the room, Zhu Ling looked into Zhou Yilin's eyes and said seriously.
The context of the situation is clear enough. "Chang Xu" first formed an alliance with Zhao Feng, then killed him to frame the blame, and even went to win over Zhang Licai without changing his expression...
He is a lunatic, a scumbag, and a beast! Definitely a dangerous person!
Zhu Ling felt scared when she thought of the young man in the white shirt. Before, her eyes were basically focused on Yang Yundong, and she almost ignored other opponents, which led to a big mistake...
"Chang Xu is probably a massacre player and wants to kill all of us..."
Halfway through her words, the following words were swallowed in her throat. Zhu Ling found that she felt as if her throat was being strangled and she couldn't say a word.
She struggled in vain, and was horrified to see the teasing and mocking in the eyes of the girl in front of her.
Before she could react, the girl pulled out a piece of silk thread from her pocket and quickly threw it to her right hand.
Her little finger was entangled in silk thread, her consciousness became blurred for a moment, and her limbs were no longer under control, like a puppet on strings.
In front of her, Zhou Yilin was smiling, the kind of smile she felt satisfied after watching a comedy show.
"Sister Zhu, have you ever heard of the Gunslinger Game? Fools will reveal their strength, while wise men are often good at pretending to be weak... By the way, tooth for tooth, blood for blood, I say hello to you on behalf of 'Xila'."
"You..." Zhu Ling's eyes widened, suddenly remembering her experience in the previous copy.
At that time, she formed an alliance with a young man and deceived him into being a "Sela member" through words. After some inner suffering, she finally chose to push him out and execute him.
It was a team copy, but the players were suspicious of each other because of the so-called "guaranteed death toll" mechanism. The execution of the members of Xiela perfectly made them put aside their grudges and heed her call to unite...
"Don't you like to pretend to be a good person? Don't you like to judge evil? Then have you ever thought that one day you will also be the subject of judgment?" The girl suddenly approached Zhu Ling and reached out to grab her hair, as if she was intimate. He put his lips to her ear and whispered, "Don't worry, Sister Zhu, I will design a beautiful ending for you."
Zhu Ling's trembling lips wanted to apologize, to express her helplessness, and to beg for forgiveness, but she found that she could not pronounce a single syllable.
She couldn't even control her thoughts, expressions, and movements. She could only be led by the girl to make all kinds of weird appearances...
…
"...You can't pass the level via the standard route. She can only trigger the guaranteed death toll mechanism and kill all of you."
In the room, Qiss finished his speech with a smile on his face.
Zhang Licai opened his mouth and asked thoughtfully: "Chang...Chang Xu, since you already have a way to decipher the worldview, why don't you make it public?"
Chiss looked at him as if he were a fool: "Of course it's because - I don't want to."
Suddenly there was a fierce knock on the door, and Zhou Yilin's crying voice sounded intermittently: "Sister Zhu...she seems to want to kill me! I'm so scared..."
These words were undoubtedly consistent with Qisi's previous remarks. Zhang Lizai subconsciously connected the obtained information together and formed the inference that "Zhu Ling wanted to kill other people."
And this was exactly the knowledge that Ziss intended to convey to him.
"Sister, don't panic, come in first!" Zhang Licai opened the door without thinking, pretending to let Zhou Yilin in.
But Zhou Yilin shook her head slightly and said: "Sister Zhu's state is a bit strange, I... let's go and restrain her together..."
Zhang Licai had no doubt that he was there and was led out by the girl.
A few seconds later, Qiss heard the sound of fighting coming from the next room, and his eyes narrowed into a narrow line.
From the very beginning, knowing that there were two veteran players in the team who were entering the dungeon for the third time, he was like a vulture dormant in the dark, waiting for the right time to consume the number of players.
Yang Yundong and Zhu Ling were the existences that he had planned to eliminate. Although for some unknown reasons during the process, he thought about saving Yang Yundong's life, in the end everything went as planned.
Now, Zhu Ling is the only one left who must be eliminated. He cooperated with Zhang Licai and Zhou Yilin respectively, which formed an absolute advantage in numbers. Even if Zhu Ling cleared one more dungeon than them, as long as he did not become an official player, he would not be much stronger...
When the fighting stopped, Qisi opened the door and saw Zhu Ling unconscious by the door.
His eyes wandered for a moment, then fell on the panting Zhang Lizai beside him, and ordered: "Go to the woodshed to find a rope and tie her up, so you can feel more at ease."
Zhang Licai hesitated for two seconds and then did as he was told.
In his opinion, Ziss, who "has the key clues", has the right to speak and deserves it.
Zhou Yilin next to her had red eyes and kept wiping tears: "I'm sorry, she asked me to keep and change your travel brochure before, and said she would kick me out at night... I was too scared, so I could only listen to her of……"
After listening to Zhou Yilin's words, Zhang Licai spat at Zhu Ling on the ground and cursed: "This stinky bitch has no good intentions. If Brother Yang hadn't lost an arm at night, nothing would have happened..."
"It's all my fault..." Zhou Yilin cried with great sincerity, "Without me, Brother Yang wouldn't have died... Wuwu..."
The truth is not important. In the later stages of the dungeon, a scapegoat is needed at any time to fill the death point. If the rest of the group does not want to become a prey, they must first control the veteran players who are most likely to dominate the group.
The current situation is nothing more than a tacit slander and a hit-and-miss murder. The perpetrator stands on the moral high ground to judge the imperfect victim - out of interests.
Qisi looked to the west. The sun had tilted and it was already afternoon.
He interrupted the painful scene between the two people around him and said: "I got some information from Su Po before. It can be initially judged that the corpse in the background of the copy is located in the west of the village. The danger in the next few days comes from the suppressed people in the ancestral hall. Ghosts.”
He repeated what Su Po said out of context, lowered his eyes, and said in an unquestionable tone: "I suggest that we split up. Zhang Licai, you and I carry the bucket to the ancestral hall now. Considering that those ghosts are always hungry, ', maybe putting the barrel of meat outside can delay it for a while."
There was no mention of Zhou Yilin's arrangements, but the implication was extremely obvious.
Zhou Yilin glanced at the young man timidly and whispered: "I seem to have left something behind in the ancestral hall...Brother Chang, let me go with you, so that the three of us can be taken care of..."
"Together?" Qiss sneered, "If we encounter danger, we can only see who is lucky enough to be favored by the 'minimum death toll' mechanism."
"Then... Brother Zhang and I will go together?" Zhou Yilin suggested cautiously, "Brother Chang, you are better than us. No matter what happens, you are more capable than us..."
This is because I have made up my mind not to explore the west of the village.
After all, Yang Yundong and Allen, the only two people who had been to the west of the village, were both dead, and no one knew what was going on there.
As if he had been convinced, Qisi raised his eyebrows slightly and said, "In that case, you go and come back quickly. Let's collect some clues tomorrow and the day after tomorrow, and then we can consider going to the west of the village to have a look."
"Yeah! No problem!" Zhou Yilin reached out to pull Zhang Licai's sleeve as if she had received an amnesty.
The latter didn't know why, but he was still pulled out of the door by her, muttering: "Why are you in such a hurry? It's not dark yet..."
Qisi watched all this with a smile, and had a clear understanding of Zhou Yilin's psychology.
Zhu Ling and Yang Yundong, as experienced old players, are the first to be eliminated; as the top leader at this stage, why not Taqisi?
After all, Zhou Yilin didn't know that he "had key clues" and couldn't kill him. Even if he later learned about it from Zhang Lizai, it would be too late.
The separate operation is just a cover, what Qisi really wants to do is to separate the two of them.
Seeing Zhou Yilin and Zhang Lizai exiting the house one after another, their figures gradually getting smaller and being swallowed up by the disparate houses in the east of the village, Qisi's eyes became a little more tender.
He silently counted the time and estimated that the two of them were far away, then he dragged Zhu Ling who was unconscious on the ground, crossed the door of the house, and walked towards the west of the village.
Both Zhou Yilin and Zhang Licai had a misunderstanding. They did not expect that the dungeon could end early, nor did they expect that the player's position could break away from the human camp.
Ziss did deliberately deepen their understanding of this area, forming a sufficient time difference and information gap, making tonight the most suitable opportunity to break the game.
The road to the west of the village is filled with gray fog. The dry sand and dust are blown into the air by the wind from nowhere. They are dispersed, separated and reorganized, and mix with the fog to form a curtain.
The gray-white sunlight blurred between refraction and reflection, and the sky and earth in the west began to fade visually, gradually becoming a vast expanse of white.
Qisi dragged Zhu Ling toward the thick fog for an unknown amount of time. He did not stop until he could no longer see the outlines of the scenery and objects.
The sun has not yet set, and the danger at night has never come; but the dangerous creatures have already half-closed their eyes, waiting for the night to come, and carry out a long-planned memorial ceremony.
Without a field of vision or reference, Ziss raised his pocket watch high and put it to his ear.
Listening to the even and peaceful "tick" sound, he seemed to hear his own heartbeat, or maybe it was just an illusion.
Countless boundaries are blurred together with the vast mist, and then turn into mist in the mountains and fields, dispersed in the wind and frost.
Zis's eyes were lowered half sleepily. He enjoyed the chaos, blankness and silence, just like sleeping in a dark room full of evil spirits and ghosts, pretending that he was also a member of the non-human group.
In the dead gray-white silence, he heard the "click" sound of the hour hand entering the slot, which was slightly more distinct than the movement of the second hand.
Tell him it's sunset.
