The originally thick meadow seemed to have turned into a swamp under Du Guang's feet. Most of Du Guang's body had fallen down, leaving only his shoulders and above exposed.
But I'm not sure about this, because Du Guang is already dead.
In quicksand, once the sand reaches the chest, it will squeeze the air in the lungs. It does not need to be completely submerged before the person is dead.
Du Guang is like this now.
He probably thought it was something like a swamp at first, so he could wave to Shi Yun before and ask him to come over and help.
As long as it doesn't flood your mouth and nose, you won't suffocate.
But I didn't expect that the person would be dead if it didn't reach the chest.
Strangely enough, the swamp seemed to only appear under Du Guang's feet. The cattle next to him and even Shi Yun were not affected at all.
And after Shi Yun arrived, Du Guang stopped descending.
The whole person seemed to have been planted into the ground, standing upright.
Shi Yun couldn't even cry.
If they are facing ghosts, players like them who have props still have the right to struggle.
But in the face of a crisis like this natural phenomenon, I really don’t know what to do.
But whose natural phenomena are so strange!
Just now, Shi Yun suddenly ran and called to come here, attracting the attention of many players.
Cheng Miao followed and saw Du Guang's strange death.
Instead of comforting Shi Yun, she took out the Kun bone dagger and inserted it into the soil next to Du Guang.
Hard, yet somewhat earthy and loose.
It's normal soil.
why?
Du Guang's death, Li Ying's painting changes, what's going on?
There was a faint thread in Cheng Miao's heart, but it was still hidden in the mess.
But she knew that she was about to find out the clue.
It turned out that no one died yesterday, and everyone was relieved.
Du Guang died strangely again today, which suddenly ignited the fear of players again.
Everyone was a little anxious, even the calmest Mu Yuan and Cheng Miao saw him take off his glasses several times to clean them.
If we can't find the rules anymore, people may go crazy.
At night, everyone was numb to the ever-changing painting in the middle. They looked at the cliff painting without the sunken mountains, and then looked at the forest painting where Li Ying was still walking.
There is nothing to say.
While lying on the bed, Cheng Miao heard Wu Jiayang whispering.
"You think, if we burn the painting, will we be able to free Li Ying or will she be burned to death?"
No one answered.
Compared to being released like this, it seems more likely to be burned to death.
But for Li Ying, there is actually not much difference.
It can be seen from today's painting that Li Ying was almost crazy.
No one would be surprised if they saw Li Ying hanging in the forest the next day.
Wu Jiayang didn't speak anymore, and fell asleep quietly.
Cheng Miao sighed secretly. She heard Qin Musong whisper to herself, "Wu Jiayang's mood is very wrong."
Cheng Miao nodded, and she also noticed.
However, in this type of dungeon, there is too much pressure and there are weird and difficult to understand rules. It is indeed a big challenge for players who have not experienced similar dungeons.
Not to mention Wu Jiayang, she felt that every player was more or less on the verge of collapse.
Touching his wrist again, his three teammates were all in good spirits.
After all, the dungeons their team has played have always been different from ordinary players.
Ordinary players would encounter dozens or even dozens of supernatural dungeons, but it was a common occurrence for them.
As a result, Lin Zhu, who is not a supernatural being, would still sigh that many props and bUffs can no longer be used.
As for pure rules dungeons that many players have never heard of, Cheng Miao and the others have passed several.
So there is no need to worry about the ability to withstand psychological stress.
And as far as the current situation is concerned, everything is still under control.
Therefore, Qi Jiajia, Lin Zhu, and Qin Musong slept more soundly than the other.
Cheng Miao twitched the corner of her mouth, Qi Jiajia and Qin Musong just forgot about it. They were responsible for force and didn't use their brains much.
Why did Lin Zhu fall asleep so quickly!
Not analyzing the analysis copy? !
However, I thought that Lin Zhu would be reviewing outside the dungeon day and night, and he might have to take the college entrance examination as soon as he leaves.
Cheng Miao was considerate and took on the mental output with tears in her eyes.
When I woke up, it was another ordinary day.
Cheng Miao doubted that the weather here would change. After all, they had been here for four or five days and the sun was always shining brightly.
Everyone's eyes were getting darker and darker, and Wei Jiao even became jealous of Cheng Miao and the others who were sleeping soundly.
Originally, this day was supposed to be spent with everyone worrying about who would be the next unlucky guy.
Unexpectedly, something happened before I even left the house.
While the players were washing up, Wu Jiayang set a fire in the bedroom.
To be precise, he set fire to three paintings.
When Cheng Miao felt something was wrong, the fire had already reached the sky.
Yaya stood outside the bedroom with a calm gaze, showing no intention of attacking the frightened Wu Jiayang next to her.
Cheng Miao and the others were a little helpless. When Wu Jiayang proposed this idea yesterday, no one agreed. Who knew he would actually take action today while everyone was away.
But now that it’s all burned, there’s nothing I can do.
Need to put out a fire?
Cheng Miao was worried that the wooden house would also be burned down. What would they do if they still couldn't do without the copy?
As a result, Yaya looked at it for a while, then turned around and went back to the kitchen.
For some reason, Wu Jiayang felt even more scared.
Miraculously, the fire did not expand. It burned in the bedroom for a while and then became smaller.
When the fire was completely extinguished, Wu Jiayang was the first to rush into the bedroom.
When he saw the intact bedroom and the three paintings hanging on the wall, his expression turned extremely ugly.
Zhu Dingkun's expression was not good either, and his nerves were on the verge of collapse.
He grabbed his teammates tightly and said, "Stop acting rashly!"
Wu Jiayang turned around and looked at Zhu Dingkun with a somewhat distracted look. It took a long time for his eyes to focus.
He nodded and said nothing.
After eating the paste and going to herd the cows, Zhu Dingkun realized that Wu Jiayang had been going to the bathroom for a long time.
He already had a suspicion in his mind when he found the bathroom empty.
No one found Wu Jiayang's body around the wooden house.
In the end, Cheng Miao didn't know what he thought of and opened the bedroom door.
Sure enough, there was an extra painting on the wall.
The painting shows a vast white field of ice and snow.
Wu Jiayang was wearing thin clothes in the middle of the ice field. He took out a dagger with a dull expression and stabbed it into his heart.
Seeing his teammates lying in a pool of blood, Zhu Dingkun finally cried out in pain.
At the same time, Li Ying in the first painting seems to be desperate, there is no life in her eyes.
She tore off her coat, tied it into a rope, and hung herself in the forest from which she could never get out.
