In the realm of the Seven Consciousness Heart King.
Han Dongwen was lying on the platform made of surging mist. Prince Gao stood beside him, folding his arms and saying nothing.
About an hour had passed. I don't know what method Gao used, but the flesh and blood on Han Dongwen's body that had been constantly surging and growing finally stopped restlessly.
Hair, flesh and blood gradually fell off his body like mud.
"How does it feel to save a life?"
Gao crossed his hands and his tone finally returned to calmness.
Han Dongwen, who was lying on his back, slowly turned his head to the side, his breathing still a little heavy:
"Is this okay...?"
"At least he won't die."
Gao shrugged his shoulders, looked down at Han Dongwen, and spoke in a more serious tone:
"Tell me, what happened?"
Still here.
Han Dongwen's heart skipped a beat. He hadn't yet decided how much truth he should tell Prince Gao.
The other party's purpose and position are completely unclear. He will save him only because he is still useful at the moment.
"...It's a drop."
Han Dongwen pondered for a moment and answered.
"What is my situation in Simeng? Compared with His Royal Highness, you know better. I really don't have anyone I can trust with ease."
"Fortunately, I still know a magic called human puppet, so I can set out on my behalf and send the secret of the drop you mentioned out of Simeng."
Han Dongwen said while looking at Prince Gao.
He couldn't remember the first time he felt unsure because he couldn't see Gao's expression. He just felt that the mask was a powerful tool for hiding his thoughts.
Did he believe it?
Regardless of the order, at least when the sudden change occurred, it was indeed the human puppet who came out of Simeng with the "subject" Yunpo sword.
Han Dongwen finished the story in a hurry about the scene he saw in the church, skipping how he participated in it. He only focused on the sudden change of the Holy Grail in the priest's hand, the Yunbo sword was almost robbed, and then Tilda fought one against three.
Fortunately, human puppets were obviously not the focus of Gao's concern. He held his chin and pondered for a moment, then suddenly waved his hand to the right of his body, as if he wanted to grab something from the air.
Unfortunately nothing happened.
"This is……?"
Han Dongwen was stunned, Gao's tone remained unchanged:
"I was looking for Tilda and failed."
Failed?
"What do you mean? Could it be that she..."
Han Dongwen became nervous all of a sudden. Her gift, Simeng's Immortal Gift, was still in her hands. Could it be that the Grand Duchess, who was said to be the only one capable of defeating a country, really fell into the hands of those three people from the church?
"Just rest."
Prince Gao said lightly, and Han Dongwen remained silent.
There were many things he wanted to ask Gao. It was obvious that Gao had not fully explained the function of falling objects.
Not only is this thing not a decoration, it is obviously very useful!
But could he say that?
As a legendary thing used to resist Taka, it is like a sealed object. It would be a fantasy if Gao could explain it clearly like this.
Han Dongwen thought for a moment and could only ask:
"What should we do next? Now we can't find both of the items."
Naturally, Gao was not in a good mood. He did not answer Han Dongwen's words, but only paced a few anxious steps with his hands behind his back.
"You just said that the flesh and blood that emerged from the Holy Grail had a mouth and could it still speak?"
He asked a little urgently, and Han Dongwen nodded.
"Those people in the Principality of West Asia call that thing their lord?"
"That's right, the Priest Church has always called their gods that way."
As Han Dongwen answered, he noticed that Gao clenched his fists inadvertently.
Is he angry, or has he made up his mind? Why?
"I'll see you later."
After being silent for a long time, Gao dropped these words coldly, and his body suddenly turned into gray clouds and disappeared from the Seven Consciousness Heart King Realm.
The entire space returned to silence, and Han Dongwen was like a burning candle, the flesh and blood on his body slowly peeling off and disappearing.
He was thinking about the drastic changes of this day in his heart, and at the same time, somewhere deep in his heart, there was another worry hidden.
Can Xiaohongdou...can she help her guard this matter?
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"Snapped!"
Before the camera was turned on, Huang Ziwen took out his lighter, lit a cigarette, bit it in his mouth, and muttered:
"Wait a moment, the anchor will light some mosquito coils and start broadcasting again."
From losing his job to being inexplicably hired by the production company of "Quie Yin", the changes in his life seem to be unpredictable, and he can only cross the river by feeling the stones.
Right now, he is just looking through the videos left by various anchors during the game's closed beta every day, trying to find out what story this game tells.
As for this process, he put it in the live broadcast room, and it seemed that the company did not interfere with him.
However, there is only so much content in the internal test, and the amount of information is really too little. Huang Ziwen searched it over and over several times, but there really is no new big medicine, and the popularity of the live broadcast room is naturally not as good as before.
Most of the people who stayed were colleagues who, like him, had an innate spirit of research on things like "setting". Everyone often exchanged their conjectures in the live broadcast room.
Except for one person.
Ever since they became famous together during the closed beta test, Huang Ziwen exchanged contact information with "Tang Xiaobei".
In his opinion, perhaps because he opened his own small company in reality, Tang Xiaobei was born with the aura of being a brother and killing legends together.
Huang Ziwen doesn't have many friends, but he is always very happy when he meets such a friend.
In Tang Xiaobei's view, Huang Ziwen, also known as Sherlock Hook, in Tang Xiaobei's own words, "can speak loudly with his mouth."
Although he himself doesn't care about the plot, if Sherlock Hook's research can bring his brothers a piece of the pie, it will naturally be a great thing in the game.
Therefore, Tang Xiaobei is also quite generous. He often comes to Huang Ziwen's live broadcast room to pay a few rewards, and then chats for a while and then doesn't stay for long - he doesn't care about those plot matters.
[Brother, have you received the message? ]
Along with the exclusive barrage prompt of the top brother on the list, Huang Ziwen was surprised to find that Tang Xiaobei was waiting for him in the live broadcast room for the first time today.
"Ah? What's the news?"
Huang Ziwen was stunned and asked immediately.
[It is said that players who have made reservations should be prepared, the server is about to start! ]
Tang Xiaobei then sent a link to the "Que Yin" forum. Huang Ziwen hurriedly clicked on it and read through it.
"What do you mean, the server is about to be launched, but there is still a stress test?"
He read so seriously that he didn't come back to his senses until the cigarette ashes broke and fell on his lap.
This official announcement of "Que Yin" was too sudden and without any warm-up, which is very consistent with the company's previous convulsive marketing operations.
The announcement stated that the game will be launched soon, but it will not be fully launched yet - with the server stress test, players will gradually be able to obtain quotas to create characters.
At the same time, due to server pressure considerations, multiple role creation is not supported and will be bound together.
"This...this is a bit unwise."
Huang Ziwen was confused when he read it. This meant that whether he could enter or not was purely based on luck. How could a game work like this?
Wouldn't it be impossible for later players to catch up with the progress of previous players? Could it be that this game doesn't put so much emphasis on pvp and ranking?
There were a lot of curses below the announcement, and some people said that they could try to play with this simulation effect, which is currently the best in the industry. Some people also mentioned the six-character mantra of "love to play, not play," and were immediately slapped. The dutiful son of the developer, the whole comment area was filled with quarrels and curses, which gave Huang Ziwen a headache.
[How about it, let’s see if there are any places tomorrow? ]
Tang Xiaobei suggested this. Huang Ziwen thought for a moment and immediately agreed.
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