really......
This old woman is the secret hidden in the mission. She is an NPC, and limited by the rules, she can only attack when she is alone with another player.
"That's it..." Chenran smiled weakly, leaning on the wall.
Jiang Cheng ignored him. Compared with Chen Ran's life and death, he obviously cared more about how to survive, and...it seemed too quiet outside.
I wonder if the fat man got into some trouble again.
"Wait...wait, cough..." Chenran's voice suddenly came. Jiang Cheng frowned and turned around. Could it be that...he had anything else to say.
Even though he knew it was a waste of time here, Jiang Cheng still stopped. He stared at this troublesome man, seemingly waiting for his next words.
"Brother Hao," Chenran grinned: "You just...just leave like this?"
"Don't worry, this thing won't have that much effect on me. Then after I recover, I will stab this old woman to death with a knife." He raised his head with great reluctance, his eyes still filled with that annoying arrogance.
It was as if... the two people's positions were reversed, and he was the one who forced Jiang Cheng into a desperate situation.
Jiang Cheng stared at him, and after a moment, "So..."
"I advise you not to be benevolent as a woman and to be decisive and thorough in your work." He coughed a few more times, his face turned red, and there was obviously something wrong with his breathing. The strange thing smeared on the dagger seemed to have other effects.
"You'd better take away my dagger, and then chop off my arms. It's best... it's best to chop off my legs as well." After a few seconds, Chenran gasped and sneered. "If possible, destroy my eyes and cut out my tongue."
"Turn me... completely into a useless person who can't see, can't fight, and can't escape," he suggested: "This is the safest way."
"Do you have any grudge against this body?"
Jiang Cheng squinted his eyes. The danger of Chenran in his mind was greatly increased. There were many madmen in nightmares. The depression and madness here was a paradise for madmen.
But this was the first time he had seen such madness.
He didn't expect that this man was not only cruel to others, but also cruel to himself. The two eyes intertwined, and Jiang Cheng didn't see any fear in his eyes.
He's open about what's to come.
In nightmares, no matter whether they are good guys, bad guys, madmen, or any other title, they have little to do with life and death. What can really determine whether everyone survives is an extremely wise and calm brain.
Of course, there's also part of it...luck.
This is equally important.
"I'm just reminding you what will happen if you, and that fat brother outside, fall into my hands," Chenran replied, his weak voice beginning to become more seductive, "The knife is on you With a feast like mine in your hands for you to enjoy, don’t you really... don’t want to try it?”
Chenran struggled to raise his head, and the madness in his eyes almost condensed into substance. "Opportunities are not always available, believe me," he said with a chuckle: "While it's still in your hands."
Jiang Cheng stepped forward, the arc drawn by the dagger flashed before his eyes, hot blood was sprinkled on the wall, and the next second, the dusty world fell into darkness.
"goodbye."
Jiang Cheng, who found the two daggers under Chen Ran's windbreaker, stood up slowly, turned around and left.
The old woman's eyes became more and more eager, and her snake-like slender tongue greedily licked the blood on Chen Ran's face. He had a pair of eyes destroyed as he wished, but the smile at the corner of his mouth became more exaggerated.
The moment Jiang Cheng stepped out and walked out, "Goodbye," Chenran finally said.
Jiang Cheng left the room and found Fatty outside the stone door. At this moment, Fatty seemed to be frightened. He was huddled in the corner and his whole body was trembling uncontrollably.
He covered his mouth tightly, as if he was afraid that something would come after hearing his voice.
Seeing Fatty like this, Jiang Cheng did not go over immediately. Instead, after observing for a while, he slowly walked over and said, "Fatty," he lowered his voice.
The fat man was stunned for a moment when he heard the doctor's voice. Then he seemed to have found a savior. "Doctor," he said tremblingly, "You don't know. Not long after you entered, there was a sound coming from below, like a clicking sound. What’s that thing walking on the stairs, trying to come up!”
Looking in the direction of the fat man's finger, the stairs were pitch black, and he didn't know what was on it.
What's more, he didn't know whether what the fat man said actually happened or whether it was an illusion caused by Chenran's manipulation.
Personally he prefers the latter.
Now that the mission is coming to an end, if there is something really dormant in the darkness, Fatty would probably be cold by now.
"Don't think about it," Jiang Cheng patted the fat man on the shoulder, "It must be an illusion, otherwise with your fat body, you probably wouldn't be able to bear those things."
The fat man wisely chose to believe what the doctor said. He swallowed and forcibly looked away from the dark stairs. He had been staring there for ten minutes.
I didn't dare to express my anger.
"Doctor," the fat man finally came to his senses and saw the wounds on Jiang Cheng's body. Not only his body but also one side of his face was cut open by a knife, and he was still bleeding from time to time. "You are injured!"
"You can't die," Jiang Cheng interrupted the fat man, wiped his face with the back of his hand and said, "I took care of Chenran. Let's go in and see the result later."
Hearing this, the fat man's face suddenly glowed with brilliance, and he said excitedly: "Doctor, did you succeed in the sneak attack?"
Jiang Cheng choked, and immediately stared with dissatisfaction and said: "It's obvious that he can't beat me, so what does the sneak attack have to do with it? I'm not afraid to tell you the truth, I even gave him an arm and a leg."
The fat man didn't care about these details, because the doctor couldn't talk about it for a day or two. His throat rolled up and down a few times, and he lowered his voice and said: "Doctor, you mean that the old woman... will treat him like that in a while?" What happened?"
"uh-huh."
"Then," the fat man asked, "what should we do?"
Jiang Cheng took the time to explain his understanding of this dungeon to Fatty. Hearing this, the hairs on Fatty's back stood up. He swallowed hard. He looked at the former and said weakly: "Doctor, you said that old woman I can understand that she's an NPC, but...but you're flattering her a little bit by saying she's part of the curse."
"And..." The fat man looked at him doubtfully, "Tell me about the white dress that appeared on the stone plate...the woman in the white dress..."
"Priest." Jiang Cheng added.
"That's right, the priestess in the white dress is also an old woman. What do you mean?" The fat man looked at him and blinked, "I can see the priestess in the white dress very clearly. She is very good-looking. She is quite big there. She looks nothing like an old woman!”
After interacting with Chenran a lot, Jiang Cheng was not used to being replaced by Fatty again. "It has nothing to do with appearance," Jiang Cheng shook his head and his tone suddenly became solemn, "You can understand... .It is a kind of inheritance.”
