Chapter 40 Carnivorous (12) Daylight
The scene in front of me was covered with a thin layer of red, and the color was turned into dirty clumps, overflowing on the dark background.
Chis felt like he was split in half. One half of him was tempting, whispering to him to give up resistance, and just sank in, listening to his instincts;
The other half felt like his soul had left his body. It rose to the top of his head, fixed in the sky, overlooking his body from a high place, and described the objective scene to him coldly and jokingly.
‘At this moment you are in a nightmare illusion, the smell of meat you smell is the rotten smell, and the soup you are obsessed with is the pus from the corpse. ’
The superior man said to him in a mysterious tone, like a divine decree.
[Human Form Evil]'s identity card hangs high above his head, and the red and black shadows are intertwined and poured into the spirit body.
In an instant, Qisi looked at each other with a pair of scarlet eyes through the many demons and demons, and memories returned like a tide.
In last night's dream, a voice solemnly declared: "You are the fruit of the greatest malice in the world, and bear the strongest sin given by fate..."
"For me and for yourself, kill all the blasphemers. You will keep winning until you die on the stage where the finale is played..."
The words drifted in his ears, and the scarlet in the distance shattered like hard-hit glass, turning into a rain of blood and pouring down in the sky.
Chiss remembered that he had been immune to all kinds of hypnosis and hallucinations a long time ago, and could always stay awake in his dreams - as long as he wanted to.
He once built palaces and balconies in his dreams, and also sketched out the figures of acquaintances of the deceased, but he knew clearly that they were all false, and could always dissect his own psychology from the side in a cold and joking manner...< br>
For a long time, he didn't like this.
[The hidden effect of the identity card "Lucid Dream" has been triggered and cannot be activated again in this copy]
[Note: Evil spirits cannot dream. You are not a human being, so how can you escape pain in a human way? 】
The chaotic darkness in the depths of the ocean of consciousness seemed to be split open by a bloody light, and reason once again took the dominant position.
The fear was gone as soon as I was born, and I didn’t even have time to think about it.
Qisi bowed his waist and laughed lowly: "If I really put that thing into my mouth, I'm afraid I would be so disgusted that I would kill myself on the spot... In comparison, I still I think it’s better to be alive.”
The pungent fishy smell hit my face. This is the original smell of mucus all over the floor. Qisi was glad that he woke up in time and didn't bite the village chief's fleshy tumor.
The smell of meat has long since dissipated, leaving only the fishy smell of pus, which is nauseating. The consciousness gradually wakes up under multiple stimulations, and the complicated pictures slowly settle.
The identity plate in the upper right corner of the vision has faded a lot, and the original bright color has dimmed.
Chiss was leaning on the door frame. The brief loss of strength made it difficult for him to stand up straight, and he could only rely on the wooden structure to support his body.
The situation of other players was even worse. Yang Yundong, Zhao Feng and Zhu Ling were staggering around. Fortunately, they could still maintain consciousness. Although saliva from appetite hung on the corners of their mouths, they did not actually eat the mucus. Importing.
The tattooed woman and Zhang Lizai couldn't help but reach out to grab the mucus on the ground and put it into their mouths. They pushed and pulled with extremely anxious hands, and they seemed to be fighting against their willpower.
Allen was lying completely on the ground, greedily sticking out his tongue to lick the mucus flowing on the surface. He swallowed the mucus in large gulps, his throat rolling as he swallowed it all.
Ziss saw that flesh-colored pus began to ooze from his body surface, which was no different from the surface of the sarcoma in the main room. His limbs deflated as if they were melting, and gradually lost their original shape, and merged with the mucus on the ground.
Soon, only his upper body and head were left lying on the ground, his mouth still swallowing in a big way.
Aware that Qiss was looking at him, he raised his head, his eyes full of confusion: "Why don't you eat? Aren't you hungry?"
He said, looking at The direction of Zeiss slowly flowed over.
"I'm not hungry. If you are hungry, just keep quiet and take care of yourself." Qisi took a step back and joked inappropriately, "But with your cultural background, your parents probably haven't taught you how to eat well." "No words, no words in bed"
I don't know how much Allen understood, but he continued to persuade persistently: "It's best to eat such good things together..."
Qi Si pretended not to hear and continued to search around with his eyes: "Don't you notice anything is wrong?"
Alan's head chuckled: "What's wrong? Obviously? It's delicious..."
He once again ate the slime on the ground.
At the same time, as if realizing that Qiss was not affected, clusters of flesh-colored mucus gathered in clusters and rushed towards the main house, climbing up along Qiss's heels.
The door of the distant house was closed at some point, and the cracks in the door were blocked by semi-solid slime. The ground as far as the eye can see is covered with a flesh-colored film, surging flexibly, blocking all conceivable escape routes. Ziss maintained an almost indifferent calm and looked around silently. Fragmented pictures and scenes flashed back in front of his eyes, like silhouettes of photos.
——The roof that blocks the sun, the main house with the windows covered, the sarcoma curled up on the bed...
——The villagers only come out at night...< br>
The clues are arranged in order, and the hint is very clear.
Chis noticed that there was a huge window facing south in the main house. It was paper-covered and airtight, but it could be easily broken open by applying force from the middle.
The south side faces the sun.
The moment his mind completed the deduction, he reacted quickly. Qisi snatched the knife from the hand of Yang Yundong who was lying beside him with his backhand, and threw it towards the south-facing window behind the sarcoma.
With 100% of the strength used, the knife turned into a gray shadow and stabbed the window lattice. With a "pop" sound, a hole was opened in the window, followed by a "crash" of glass. Crackling sound.
The pale sunlight shines in from the outside. Although it is weak and weak, it still means a ray of light.
The originally dark and cold main house was illuminated, and the sunshine without warmth shone equally and fairly on every part of the house, bathing in everything that was dark, smooth, mixed, and pure. Under the soft sunlight.
A piercing scream sounded loudly, and the tail tone quickly weakened at a speed perceptible to human ears, and finally turned into a feeble moan.
The sarcomatous village chief collapsed like a balloon that had been drained of air, and his flesh-colored body surface quickly became transparent. The half-melted face was twisted ferociously into various expressions, ranging from anger to fear. The mouth that is almost integrated with the body opens and closes, muttering something.
Qisi leaned over and listened carefully, and only heard a short sentence: "God cursed us..."
He had to listen to his last words for a while longer, but the village chief's sarcoma had completely melted into a puddle of translucent fluid, which was crystal clear in the sunlight, and the backlight showed the appearance of white gel, just like what Su Po had brought out last night. That pot of divine meat.
Qisi seemed to have thought of some novel joke, and the corners of his lips rose uncontrollably.
He took a step forward, pulled out the stuck knife from the south-facing window, and scratched the gel formed by the village chief. As expected, golden liquid overflowed from the gap.
At this point, it can be confirmed that the village chief has completely become the sacred meat that the players need, which is pollution-free and edible.
This ending cannot be said to be good or bad, but it is definitely full of drama and humor.
Qisi smiled, turned back to the door of the main house with a simple knife, and saw Yang Yundong still lying limply on the ground.
The moment the sun shines into the house, the confusion caused by sarcoma and mucus to the mind stops abruptly. The players' consciousness begins to slowly recover, but it will take a while before they can fully regain their ability to move. .
In such a huge house, only Qisi can stand upright.
In other words, he is now taking life and death from these players.
After realizing this, Qisi lowered his eyes and looked at the Pu Dao in his right hand. His left hand was placed on the side of his leg, tapping it one after another.
He thought seriously.
As long as you kill all the people in front of you, then go back to Su Po's house and kill Zhou Yilin, you will undoubtedly be able to complete the transaction with the god-level NPC, trigger the guaranteed death toll mechanism, and clear the level directly.
But this is equivalent to giving up the completion of the copy and the world view.
After all, after becoming the only survivor, the dungeon will directly guide the player to a confusing NE ending, and many death points containing clues will not be triggered.
The dungeon will only end in four days. There are many mechanisms that need to be verified with human lives. It would be too wasteful to kill them all here.
What's more, veteran players who enter the dungeon for the third time don't know if they will have a back-up plan. If they are forced to fight to the death, the gain outweighs the loss.
It only took a second to think about all the details. Qisi half-closed his eyes to cover up the malice brewing in his eyes, and casually threw the knife back to Yang Yundong.
Under the sunshine, he swept away his previous gloom and smiled brightly: "Thank you, Brother Yang, for borrowing the knife. The knife is very useful."
Yang Yundong caught the Pu knife and let out a deep breath. Cold sweat has soaked my back.
He raised his eyes and looked into Qiss's eyes, hesitated for a long time, and finally said nothing.
(End of this chapter)