At this moment, Xin Zhixia suddenly understood why those four people suddenly had internal strife.
The unknown note conveyed additional information.
Other players thought that Zhang Meng was a threat to them, so they unanimously chose to join forces to fight against him.
However, Xin Zhixia believed that other players' information was not connected to each other.
Purely by accident? not necessarily.
Maybe there was more than one note.
This handwriting is not hers, it should come from Liao Shuyi himself.
The tone is uncertain, but the wording is us, obviously referring to her and Li Yiran.
When the rules are released, players will see that they can restart the dungeon, which will definitely create many associations.
For example, have you restarted the copy now?
Then, when a note with a message appeared, even the handwriting was exactly the same as his own.
Naturally, you will feel that this is a reminder of yourself before the restart.
This level of thinking of the players can be exploited by those who are interested.
This thoughtful person.
She thinks it's herself.
Because even if someone restarts, they will not have the memory of the past.
Xin Zhixia squatted down, pulled out the sword of judgment, and tested Liao Shuyi's breath.
It's absolutely dead.
Immediately afterwards, Xin Zhixia stood up straight and took out a prop from her bracelet as her eyes moved.
[The Miller family's imitation of Black Feather].
[How to use: Pick off the feathers to lock each target, and the quill will imitate the target's handwriting (a small quill, nothing else, just a lot of feathers~)]
The props taken from Zhang Meng allowed her to do this.
Thinking of this, Xin Zhixia picked off a feather and locked onto the current target person.
The star rating is indeed not fake.
The black feathers flew lightly, and then landed lightly on Liao Shuyi's body.
[The imitation black feather of the Miller family has locked the target. [Imitate][Use]]
"The handwriting of a dead person can also be stolen and imitated."
It's a good thing.
Xin Zhixia silently clicked [imitate] and retracted her previous false evaluation of it.
As for the [Use] key stored on the panel, there is currently no time or number limit found.
Giving up counting the number of black feathers, Xin Zhixia took them back into her bracelet.
He was about to return the ladder outside the wall to its place, but when he saw Liao Shuyi's body in front of him, it disappeared directly in front of him.
Xin Zhixia's eyes widened, feeling unbelievable.
"!!"
Liao Shuyi was completely dead.
There is no chance of using the restart copy.
Xin Zhixia had two heads and two heads. She bent down in disbelief and patted the position of Liao Shuyi's body.
Not only did it disappear completely, but all the blood stains were also removed.
Not only that, even the paper crane and note in her hand were gone.
Xin Zhixia frowned and thought, "What do you mean?"
Zhang Meng is a reboot, so it is natural that he will disappear.
Liao Shuyi's body will disappear?
After all, she had experienced two Ding Yi's corpses before her eyes, and seeing this kind of thing now really left her confused for a while.
Now, there is one thing that cannot be proven.
Xin Zhixia recalled the scene when she killed Zhao Qian and Li Yiran.
After killing these two people, she went straight to the target behind without waiting for subsequent developments, so there was no way to compare and distinguish.
After a while, Xin Zhixia exhaled and shook her head.
"You can't figure it out just by thinking about it."
After spending a lot of time with Liao Shuyi, No. A over there should have already left the church.
Xin Zhixia calmly walked out of the church and looked for the high ladder outside the wall.
According to the content of the development before and after, this ladder must be returned.
Xin Zhixia moved the ladder back with a huff, and then met the NPC unexpectedly in the corner.
She didn't stop and stood on tiptoe to take a look.
She saw the man sitting on the floor with his back to her, studying something by the light of the oil lamp.
As if he had expected it, the man said quietly: "Don't just take the ladder."
Xin Zhixia was slightly surprised for a moment, and then smiled with crooked eyebrows.
"Sorry, sorry, let me borrow it."
After saying that, without waiting for the other party's feedback, he honestly put the ladder back to its original position.
Seeing the NPC immersed in doing his own thing, Xin Zhixia leaned over and took a look.
There were all kinds of tools in the toolbox, none of which she could distinguish clearly.
The corners of Xin Zhixia's mouth raised and she smiled kindly.
"Isn't it troublesome to replace the glass? Thank you for your hard work."
The islanders are all cooperating with the performance, and in this case, she doesn't mind cooperating.
The man looked up at her and said lightly: "If you really think so, you shouldn't break the glass."
Xin Zhixia shrugged and blinked, looking very innocent.
"Of course. So, I obviously didn't break this glass."
The man choked and waved his hand helplessly, not wanting to say more to her.
Xin Zhixia curled her lips and smiled, turned around and left.
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On the way to the street to look for No. A, Xin Zhixia couldn't help but think.
Everyone’s main behaviors have not changed, but there are definitely changes in details.
For example, the NPC's reaction just now was obviously speechless and choked.
It seemed like he was telling her in disguise that he hadn't said that otherwise.
Standing at the intersection, Xin Zhixia looked from a distance towards the brightly lit street.
Today, there are no children on this path.
But walking along the same path will inevitably remind her of that child.
Xin Zhixia analyzed her and his words and deeds, and judged that the child's oil lamp might have been sent back by her every time.
Therefore, children are not afraid of her and are even quite friendly to her.
Perhaps she had spoken uprightly in the past.
After all, Xin Zhixia is not a psychopath and still yearns for justice in her heart.
This inexplicable fantasy can give herself an aura of justice, and she enjoys it.
I don’t know how much time it will take.
Xin Zhixia pursed her lips, carried the Sword of Judgment, and headed to the alley where Zhao Qian was hiding.
During this trip, she followed the same path and passed by the place where the young carpenter was, but she could not see the craftsman whittling the wood again.
The torches on the roadside were still burning, and the small wooden chairs stood there alone, with a thin pile of sawdust beside them.
Xin Zhixia's eyes flashed, then she looked back indifferently, and walked straight towards her destination.
Assuming that in this copy, the islanders become a part of it, they will inevitably have to do the same work over and over again, just to ensure that no problems will occur.
Whether it's a man replacing glass, a child whose oil lamp was robbed, or a young man whittling wood...
After changing her thinking and entering the NPC's perspective, Xin Zhixia couldn't help but feel sad for them.
The punishment copy not only punishes the players, but also punishes the islanders. No wonder they are so resistant to the presence of players.
The [Sea of Sin] in the preface is strikingly similar to the Island of Wuwu, and I don’t know how many NPCs and players like them are trapped.
Xin Zhixia's eyes flashed, and she became somewhat aware of the story being told in the background of the copy.
"Seeking light and giving a ring, giving a light cycle?"
