Chapter 14 I really deserve to die
After hesitating for a long time, Shangguanzhi finally clicked in slowly.
The underworld is divided into eighteen floors, each with its own theme.
From the tongue-pulling hell on the first level to the knife-sawing hell on the 18th level, the difficulty shows an increasing trend, but the rewards are also constantly increasing.
Every time a player passes a level, the player will be given a curse. Starting from the fifth level, there will be black and white impermanence on the map. When attacking the player, there will be a very low probability of killing it with one hit, but the hit The reward for killing the opponent will also be extremely generous.
Moreover, in the underworld, Fang Wai also gave a thoughtful warning, telling the players that this place is very dangerous. This thing is only made to satisfy those monks who pursue excitement. Ordinary players should just try the ordinary levels.
Without this sentence, Shangguanzhi might have slipped away.
It is not easy to cultivate your own account. If you die here, I will probably cry to death.
But after seeing this sentence, Shangguanzhi didn't want to leave.
Through "The Righteous Survivor", he has gained great reputation in the gaming community, and he feels that he is somewhat of a well-known figure.
If he can be the first to obtain relevant information about the underworld, his status in the gaming circle will be greatly improved, making him admired by more people.
In addition, the rewards here are indeed generous, and under various temptations, he decided to give it a try.
But even in this situation, he still read the monster information on the first level of the Tongue Pulling Hell in detail and found that the difficulty of the monsters on the first level was not high.
Taking a deep breath, he chose tongue pulling hell, and then watched his villain walk into the underworld as if he were dead.
Compared with the ground, the atmosphere in the underworld is even more gloomy.
Although limited by the capacity and performance of the bamboo slips, Lin Yuan still used various game production techniques as much as possible to make the atmosphere of the underworld even more terrifying.
Reducing the player's visual range can greatly reduce the illusion of monsters on the same screen, and can also enhance the player's sense of restriction.
The gloomy atmosphere made Shangguanzhi know that the difficulty of the first level was not high, but he still felt nervous involuntarily.
When the first white skeleton emerged from the ground, he was immediately startled.
If the character of "Righteous Survivor" hadn't automatically attacked, he might have been scratched a few times by the white skeleton before he thought of fighting back.
And when the protagonist showed the sun-burning mirror, the skeleton in front of him was directly incinerated, turned into cultivation and rolled into the character's body.
Although it was just a small white skeleton, seeing the cultivation provided by the other party still made Shangguanzhi's breathing quicken.
“He actually has a cultivation level of three thousand, which is almost the same as the mini-boss in a normal level. However, the difficulty of killing him is very small, and he falls instantly.”
Then, more Bones and skeletons came like a tsunami.
Although they look very terrifying, these white skeletons are like ice slag in front of the scorching sun mirror, and are incinerated almost as soon as they come into contact with them.
A huge amount of cultivation came rolling in, and Shangguanzhi's eyes widened with the wonderful experience he had never had before, and his mood became extremely high.
This feeling is several times or even dozens of times more refreshing than improving your own realm!
Almost every moment, your level will improve, and your character will continue to move downwards, heading to deeper hells.
Tongue pulling hell...
Scissor hell...
Iron Tree Hell...
Niejing Hell...
After descending four levels of hell in a row, Shangguan Zhi went straight to the Steamer Hell.
At this time, Shangguanzhi has reached a great level. More props have been unlocked and more talents have emerged, just waiting for him to strengthen himself.
Although there will be black and white impermanence with instant kill characteristics in the fifth level of steamer hell, Shangguanzhi has now completely taken over. In his eyes, the black and white impermanence is just a chicken and a dog, not worth mentioning.
When the first black and white impermanence appeared, he was slightly surprised.
But after he saw that the Black and White Impermanence had just appeared and was eliminated by his own magical weapon, he no longer had any trouble, and he laughed twice happily, and then began to hunt the Black and White Impermanence here.
As long as he was careful about black and white, other monsters' magical auras would not be able to break his defense at all. The monster's attacks were like nothing in front of Shangguan Zhi's iron panel, and even the health bar did not move.
At this moment, Shangguanzhi felt that he was a god and the savior of this world. He would soon be invincible and save this miserable world! Thinking of this, Shangguanzhi couldn't help but read a poem.
"Driving the long sword to defeat the enemy chieftain, I traveled ninety thousand miles to the west, and shattered...ah!"
Shangguan Zhi's blood ran cold before he finished reading the poem.
He just shifted his attention, and a Hei Wuchang appeared inexplicably at his feet.
Although this Hei Wuchang was directly incinerated by the Burning Sun Mirror, before he died, he still encountered Shangguanzhi's character and caused Shangguanzhi a little harm.
But this small damage directly triggered the special effects of Black and White Impermanence with a small probability, killing Shangguanzhi's character instantly.
The cultivation of the Nascent Soul Realm, the spirit that has been tempered for thousands of times, the characters who have accumulated countless props and magic weapons, the characters who have spent a lot of time cultivating...
At this moment, it is gone.
Shangguan Zhi stared blankly.
He watched as the words permanent death appeared on the screen, and watched as his character was buried underground and never got up again.
He saw the protagonist's son picking up his father's weapon, and endless sorrow appeared on his young face, just like his current mood.
The heart stopped beating at this moment, the blood around the body tightened at this moment, and the brain went blank at this moment, followed by a dense sound like paper being torn into pieces.
That was the sound of his sanity breaking.
I don’t know how long it took before he gasped for breath as if a drowning man had just taken a breath of air.
There were cramping pains in his chest, and sweat could not stop pouring out, making him sweat all over his body.
With the last bit of hope, he checked his surroundings again and again, hoping that this was just an illusion.
His previous character didn't actually die, he was just injured.
As long as you look carefully, you might be able to see the other person resting somewhere.
“Come back, you must come back.”
“Fang Wai, you can’t be so cruel!”
“You can’t!”< br>
But no matter how he looked, he could only see a small tombstone in the open space behind the house, and the heart-wrenching sentence on the tombstone:
[The unknown person was sent to hell in a steamer Killed by Hei Wuchang, he was in the Nascent Soul realm at the time of death. 】
Looking at this line of writing, Shangguanzhi was stunned.
The cold words had no warmth at all and froze all the blood in his body.
Tears came out belatedly, letting him know that he had lost a close friend and a clone of himself forever.
He should have thought of it earlier...
He should have thought of it earlier!
He clearly knew that there would be black and white impermanence on the fifth floor, and he also knew that monsters in the underworld would appear randomly.
He could obviously avoid all this, but he didn't!
The one who killed the unknown man was not Hei Wuchang, but himself! Because of his greed and arrogance, his comrades died in the dark underground and were buried together with his salvation ideals.
Damn me!
Sorry!
Putting down the bamboo slips, Shangguanzhi got into his bed and cried desperately alone.
Lin Yuan, who was eating a late-night snack in the cafeteria, suddenly thought and found that the Ten Thousand Soul Banner in his body was moving.
A large amount of despair and regret swept over, causing a thread on the Ten Thousand Souls Flag to continuously condense, and finally turned into an entity and interspersed on the surface of the flag.
Looking at this thread and listening to the desperate cries on it, Lin Yuan found that judging from this amount, the other party seemed to be really dead.
"I killed someone? When did it happen?"
At this moment, Lin Yuan was a little confused.
(End of this chapter)