The biting cold mixed with the smell of blood hit her face, and the cold wind howled like needle pricks across Song Qiao's face, leaving dots of bright red. Song Qiao raised her arms in front of her face, tilted her head and squinted her eyes to look ahead.
The scene inside the small door is completely different from that inside the house. This is a frozen world buried in heavy snow. Snowflakes flying all over the sky dyed the sky and the earth white, and the buildings in the distance could not be seen clearly in the haze. The snow underfoot was extremely thick, and there was a crunching sound when you stepped on it. At least it looks so peaceful and peaceful to the eyes, but the snowflakes mixed with the cold wind blow by, turning into sharp ice crystals, leaving tiny wounds on people's bodies.
No. 6 fell in the snow. The snow was thick and deep. Her whole body was stuck in the snow, and her face was frozen with streaks of ice. Mixed with the coagulated blood, she looked extremely miserable.
Suddenly, she shouted to Song Qiao with a face full of panic, her voice was painful and sharp: "Help me! Help me!"
Song Qiao lowered her head and looked over, only to see that No. 6's leg was wrapped around a blood-red strip-shaped object, which was slowly climbing up. The object kept shrinking as it squirmed, squeezing the flesh and blood of No. 6's leg inward and deforming.
Song Qiao was a little bit worried about No. 6 lying to her. Although it did not cause any substantial harm to her, the crime had been established. If she followed him to the gate, he didn't know what would happen.
But for Song Qiao, a college student who has just entered the game and is well-educated in the real world, reciting the core values of socialism all day long. Letting No. 6 fall to the ground in a miserable state is already considered punishment. You have to be merciful, but you can't really watch a person die in front of you.
As soon as she finished thinking, Song Qiao reached out to grab No. 6. Before she could touch No. 6, she saw a golden light flash in front of her eyes, and a delicate and small dagger cut through the blood-red object wrapped around No. 6's leg.
Song Qiao quickly took the time to pull the other person up, and took another look at the thing that was slowly retracting into the snow.
The sight of this made her feel cold on the back of her neck, and her whole movements stopped on the spot.
The blood-red object looked like the tentacles of a giant octopus, but it was not a circle of suckers, but eyes of different sizes, and the eyes of each of their eyes were looking in different places. , taking in a panoramic view of the scene in all directions, one of them happened to be facing Song Qiao. The strange eyes were filled with deep red bloodshot eyes and an invisible dark vortex.
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"A newcomer dares to enter the trial area. It's true that a newborn calf is not afraid of tigers."
The sudden sound brought Song Qiao out of her sluggish state. The back of her neck was suddenly lifted up, causing her to lift her feet off the ground on the spot.
The person behind him directly lifted Song Qiao out of the small door and put her down. No. 6 also successfully came out with the help of that person.
What happened just now? Song Qiao didn't come back to her senses for a long time. The moment she touched the dark vortex, she saw the falling snowflakes around her solidifying in mid-air, and the howling cold wind turning into gray fog as if it had taken form. In the distance where the gray and white mist intertwined, there was a huge black shadow moving slowly, walking towards her step by step. And her legs were stuck in the snow, unable to move at all, and she was forced to face the coming fear.
It wasn't until the sound woke her up that Song Qiao realized that she had just been dragged into some kind of illusion. She took another look inside while the small door was still open. The blood-red eyes and tentacles had retracted into the snow, the cold wind was still biting, and there was no hazy black giant in the distance. Everything seemed like her hallucination.
A figure appeared in front of Song Qiao. He was tall and slender, and his gray suit perfectly modified his figure. The man bent down to pick up the golden dagger that had fallen in the snow, played with it in his hand, and turned to face Song Qiao looked at her searchingly.
The man wore gold-rimmed glasses. Behind the glasses was a pair of slightly upward peach blossom eyes. His delicate face was sharp and angular. A few strands of broken hair on his forehead added a sense of maturity to him. When he saw Song Qiao, he looked at her. He didn't forget to raise his eyebrows and said: "The newbie has recovered well. You are the first one I have seen to come out of the trial ground unscathed."
"But you..." The man paused, then lowered his head and glanced at No. 6, who was lying on the ground due to pain, "Are you going to operate on a new person again?"
There was obvious fear in No. 6's eyes. She forced her body to lean back, trying to get as far away from the man as possible, and said quickly: "I didn't operate on her! It's none of your business!"
The man let out a cold snort and ignored No. 6.
Song Qiao looked around several times and was almost sure that the man in front of her had no ill intentions towards her, but it was a Werewolf game after all. If she could meet a No. 6 who wanted to take advantage of a newcomer, she might meet a second one. After all, this man could also One word said that she was new.
"Thank you for saving me." Song Qiao thanked her very sincerely, regardless of whether the other party had any ill intentions towards her. The action that had just saved her was real.
"You're welcome." The man glanced at Song Qiao meaningfully, turned and left the living room.
In the blink of an eye, Song Qiao and No. 6 were the only two people left in the living room.
Then she knelt down and started to deal with No. 6's affairs.
"What do you want to gain by taking me to the gate?"
No. 6 pursed her lower lip in fear and took a few steps back without speaking.
Song Qiao chuckled softly, "I won't eat you, I just want to know some information that is useful to me. If you tell me nicely, I can still be good-tempered and help you walk together. Your legs are inconvenient. We can also take care of each other these days. If you don’t say..."
She pointed at the small door with evil intentions: "Do you still want to go in and try again?"
"I say, I say! I say everything!" No. 6 shouted in response, then suddenly lowered his voice when he thought of something, "Between... between the two pillars at the gate, if you bring someone over at 21 o'clock... Wolf The king can show up..."
"Showing up?" Song Qiao recalled the wolf pillar she first saw. At that time, she was still thinking about how lifelike the pillar was, and how the wolf seemed to be ready to pounce out at any time. "What happens after that? Keep talking."
"After showing up... the person standing in the middle of the pillar will..." No. 6 quietly raised his head and glanced at Song Qiao's face, "will die."
Song Qiao ignored her temptation and continued to ask: "The man just said that you were going to operate on someone new again. Have you known each other before?"
"I've encountered it twice." No. 6 was a little scared when she remembered the man's gaze just now, but now that she was far away, she couldn't hear what she was saying: "I didn't cause any real harm to you! I admit that I just I did have some bad thoughts, but...anyway, there is something wrong with that golden...man, what does it have to do with me?"
Twice... As Song Qiao digested the information she had just received, she keenly captured the word "gold" mentioned by No. 6, which might be that person's name.
It can be seen that she is a newcomer, has a golden dagger that can repel monsters, and is feared by No. 6. The strength of that man is definitely not low, and it is not known whether he is an enemy or a friend in this duel.
"Hey, No. 9, I told you everything I know as you said. You just promised to take me with you." Seeing that Song Qiao remained silent for a long time, No. 6 became a little impatient, "Don't be so shameless. .”
"Don't worry, I won't forget you." After her thoughts were interrupted, Song Qiao had to give up. She stepped forward and groped around No. 6's body. After making sure that there were no other objects that could hurt anyone, she lifted her up and brought her to the center of the living room. Sit down.
"Last question." Song Qiao raised her eyebrows and motioned No. 6 to look in the direction of the wooden door: "Where is this place? What is its function?"
The fear of the wooden door in No. 6's eyes did not dissipate. She took a deep breath to calm down and said: "The trial site... is specially prepared for those who are about to die in the game. If you choose to enter the trial at the moment of death, There will be a glimmer of hope that the game will not be judged as failed, so points will not be deducted."
Song Qiao raised another question: "Is death in the game equal to permanent death?"
"No." No. 6 shook his head, "Death in the game will deduct corresponding points, and failure in the game will also deduct corresponding points. Only when the points reach zero will you die completely."
No. 6 was a little angry: "Hey, No. 9, how many questions have you asked? Haven't you finished yet?"
Song Qiao was silent. It seemed that the settings of this game were quite user-friendly, and newcomers could get double points for their first appearance to ensure the next game.
On the first day of the game, it was enough to catch an old man and know something about the situation. Song Qiao was very satisfied with her gains on the first day. She was about to get up to find some medicine for No. 6 to continue her life, when she saw No. 6 His eyes casually glanced towards the empty ceiling in the upper right corner.
Song Qiao paused, and the thoughts that flashed through her mind were quickly captured by her. She looked at No. 6 with interest and asked, "Were you watching the barrage just now?"
