Chapter 49: Carnivorous (Twenty-one) The Final Destiny
"Yilin, next we must work together to kill Chang Xu." In the room, Zhu Ling looked into Zhou Yilin's eyes and said seriously.
Because of Qisi’s previous words to avoid guilt, she did not know that Zhou Yilin had cooperated with Qisi.
After all, if the two form an alliance, Qiss can directly use his power to suppress others, and there is no need to lie to clear his name.
In her opinion, the context of the situation was clear enough. Qi Si first formed an alliance with Zhao Feng, then killed him to frame the blame, and even went to win over Zhang Licai without changing his expression...
Simply...just a moody, careless lunatic!
When she thought of the young man in the white shirt, Zhu Ling felt scared. Before, her eyes were basically on Yang Yundong, and she almost ignored other opponents, which led to a big mistake...
"Chang Xu is probably a massacre player and wants to kill all of us..."
Halfway through the words, the following words were swallowed in her throat. Zhu Ling found that she seemed to be strangled by her throat and could not say a word.
She struggled in vain, and was horrified to see the teasing and ridicule in the eyes of the girl in front of her.
Before she could react, the girl pulled out a piece of silk thread from her pocket and quickly threw it to her right hand.
Her little finger was entangled in silk thread, her consciousness became blurred for a moment, and her limbs were no longer under control, like a puppet on strings.
In front of her, Zhou Yilin was smiling, the kind of smile that made her feel satisfied after watching a comedy show.
"Sister Zhu, have you ever heard of the Gunslinger Game? Fools will reveal their strength, while wise men are often good at pretending to be weak... By the way, tooth for tooth, blood for blood, I represent 'Xila' Say hello to you."
"You..." Zhu Ling's eyes widened, suddenly remembering her experience in the previous copy.
At that time, she formed an alliance with a young man and deceived him into being a "Sela member" through words. After some inner suffering, she finally chose to push him out and execute him.
It was a team copy, but the players were suspicious of each other because of the so-called "guaranteed death toll" mechanism. The execution of the members of Xiela perfectly made them put aside their grudges and heed her call to unite... …
“Don’t you like to pretend to be a good person? Don’t you like to judge evil? Then have you ever thought that one day you will also be the subject of judgment?” The girl suddenly approached Zhu Ling and reached out to grab her. Her hair was as close as her lips to her ear, "Sister Zhu, don't worry, I will design a beautiful ending for you."
Zhu Ling trembled her lips and wanted to apologize, thinking She wanted to express her helplessness and beg for forgiveness, but she found that she could not pronounce a single syllable.
She can't even control her thoughts, expressions, and movements. She can only be led by the girl to make various weird appearances...
...
"...If you cannot pass the level via the standard route, Zhu Ling or Zhou Yilin can only trigger the guaranteed death toll mechanism and kill everyone else."
In the room, Qisi still held the Holding Zhang Lizai's hand, he smiled lightly, the smile not yet reaching his eyes: "When the time comes, you will really die."
Zhang Lizai opened his mouth and asked thoughtfully: "Chang...Chang Xu , since you already have a way to crack the world view, why don't you make it public?"
Qisi pulled back his hand and looked at him like a fool: "Of course because - I don't want to."
Suddenly there was a fierce knock on the door, and Zhou Yilin's crying voice sounded intermittently: "Sister Zhu...she seems to want to kill me! I'm so scared..."
Passing by He Qisi's During the conversation, Zhang Lizai already knew that the girl's weakness was all a disguise.
But he would rather not know anything.
At this moment, he had no choice but to pretend to be ignorant and throw himself into this absurd comedy, a funny character whose destiny was beyond his control.
"Don't panic, sister, you come in first!" Zhang Licai has always been a master at pretending to be confused.
He opened the door with an innocent look on his face, pretending to let Zhou Yilin in.
Zhou Yilin shook her head slightly: "Sister Zhu's state is a bit strange, I...let's go and restrain her together..."
Zhang Lizai was still hesitant, and turned around to see Qisi smiling. His eyes could only be followed cautiously.
As soon as he walked out of the door, a ferocious-looking Zhu Ling rushed towards him. He was startled, and almost reflexively raised his hand to punch, striking randomly.
The two struggled for a while inexplicably, and then inexplicably... Zhu Ling collapsed to the ground, unconscious.
Although there is not much difference in strength between the players in the novice pool, Zhang Licai still finds it incredible that he can defeat an experienced player so easily.
He smelled a strange sense of dissonance. After feeling the direct gazes of Qisi and Zhou Yilin beside him, he did not dare to think about it further.
“Now, are we considered accomplices?” Qisi made a joke, which did not make anyone present laugh.
He looked at Zhang Lizai and ordered: "Go to the woodshed to find a rope and tie her up, so you can feel more at ease."
Zhang Lizai knew that the pawn on the stage had no choice, so he simply Showing out the same enthusiasm for serving the seniors in the club, he followed the instructions without hesitation.
Zhou Yilin next to her had red eyes and kept wiping tears: "I'm sorry, she asked me to stay and change your travel brochure before, and she said she would kick me out at night... I was too scared, so I could only listen to her. ..."
Hearing this, Zhang Licai also spat at Zhu Ling on the ground: "This stinky bitch has no good intentions. If Brother Yang hadn't lost an arm at night, nothing would have happened..."
"It's all my fault..." Zhou Yilin cried with great sincerity, "Without me, Brother Yang would not have died... Wuwu..."
The truth is not Importantly, in the later stages of the dungeon, there needs to be a scapegoat at any time to fill the death point. If the rest of the group does not become a prey, they must first control the veteran players who are most likely to dominate the group.
The current situation is nothing more than a tacit slander and a hit-and-miss murder. The perpetrator stands on the moral high ground to judge the imperfect victim-out of interests. Qisi looked to the west. The sun had tilted and it was already afternoon.
He interrupted the dedicated scene between the two actors around him and said: "I got some information from Su Po before. It can be initially judged that the corpse in the background of the copy is located in the west of the village. The danger in the next few days will be It comes from the ghosts suppressed in the ancestral hall."
He repeated what Su Po said out of context, and said in an unquestionable tone: "I suggest we split up, Zhang Licai, you and I are here. The barrels go to the ancestral hall. Considering that the ghosts are 'always hungry', leaving the barrels of meat outside might delay it for a while."
I didn't say anything about Zhou Yilin's arrangements, but the implication was extremely obvious.
Zhou Yilin glanced at Qisi timidly and whispered: "I seem to have left something behind in the ancestral hall... Brother Chang, let me go with you, so that the three of us can take care of you..."
"Together?" Qisi sneered, "If we encounter danger, we can only see who is lucky enough to be favored by the 'guaranteed death toll' mechanism."
"Then... Brother Zhang and I will go together. ?" Zhou Yilin suggested tentatively, "Brother Chang, you are better than us. No matter what happens, you have better solutions than us..."
This means that she has made up her mind and refuses to explore the west of the village.
After all, Yang Yundong and Allen, the only two people who had been to the west of the village, were both dead, and no one knew what was going on there.
Qisi seemed to have been convinced, and frowned slightly: "In that case, you go back quickly. We will collect some clues tomorrow and the day after tomorrow, and we will go to the west of the village."
"Yeah! No problem!" Zhou Yilin reached out to pull Zhang Licai's sleeve as if she had received an amnesty.
The latter didn't know why, but he was still pulled out of the door by her, muttering: "Why are you in such a hurry? It's not dark yet..."
Qisi smiled Watching all this, I have a clear understanding of Zhou Yilin's psychology.
As experienced old players, Zhu Ling and Yang Yundong are the first targets that must be eliminated; as the top leader at this stage, why not Taqisi?
To deal with Zhu Ling, Zhang Lizai’s existence is actually dispensable. Even if Qisi and Zhou Yilin attacked them in public, Zhang Licai would never dare to speak up.
Zhou Yilin insisted on keeping Zhang Licai, and Qi Si knew that performing a formalistic curtain call for Zhu Ling was just an excuse, and the real purpose was probably to prepare for dealing with him.
If he has no back-up plan, that would be the best; if he has a back-up plan, he can use Zhang Lizai's life to test it out.
Just like in the copy of "Rose Manor", Qisi kept Chang Xu and Lin Chen and tied up Zou Yan.
Zhou Yilin thought she had created a seamless puzzle, but she didn’t know that Qisi was also a brilliant behind-the-scenes screenwriter.
Under the guise of separate operations, Zhou Yilin wanted to unexpectedly instigate Zhang Licai.
In her opinion, Chiswan would not have thought that she would do such a brilliant job without a conflict of interest.
But Qisi is not an out-and-out lunatic, a pervert with bloody hands.
He deliberately created opportunities for himself to act alone, and never intended to let his teammates survive.
Seeing Zhou Yilin and Zhang Lizai exiting the house one after another, their figures gradually getting smaller and being swallowed up by the disparate houses in the east of the village, Qisi's eyes became a little more tender.
He counted the time silently and estimated that the two of them were far away, then he dragged Zhu Ling, who was unconscious on the ground, across the door of the house and walked towards the west of the village.
Both Zhou Yilin and Zhang Licai had a misunderstanding. They did not expect that this dungeon could end early, nor did they expect that the player's position could break away from the human camp.
Qisi did deliberately deepen their understanding of this area, forming a sufficient time difference and information gap, making tonight the most suitable opportunity to break the game.
The road to the west of the village is filled with gray fog. The dry sand and dust are blown into the air by the wind from nowhere. They are dispersed, separated and reorganized, and mix with the fog to form a curtain.
The gray-white sunlight blurred between refraction and reflection, and the sky and earth in the west began to fade visually, gradually becoming a vast expanse of white.
Qisi dragged Zhu Ling towards the thick fog. He walked for an unknown amount of time until he could no longer see the outline of the scenery and objects. He stopped and murmured to the invisible existence:
"All the mechanisms are clear. I only need to eat the sacred meat every day and go to the ancestral hall to pay tribute on the last day. Then I can clear my guilt and pass the level safely. But this is too boring and I don't like it."
" If I just leave like the previous players, you may have to wait for many more years. But I have always been a greedy person, willing to repay favors and add insult to injury."
"You will have to pay the extra price. I will be willing to get greater benefits - but I don’t know what price you are willing to pay for it.”
The danger at night has not yet come; the dangerous creatures have already been half-baked. He closed his eyes and waited for night to come, and held a long-planned memorial ceremony.
With no vision or reference, Qisi raised his pocket watch high and put it to his ear.
Listening to the even and peaceful "tick" sound, he seemed to hear his own heartbeat, or maybe it was just an illusion.
Countless boundaries are blurred together with the vast mist, and then turn into mist in the mountains and fields, dispersed in the wind and frost.
Chis's eyes were lowered half sleepily. He enjoyed the chaos, blankness and silence, just like sleeping in a dark room full of evil spirits and ghosts, pretending that he was also a member of the non-human group. member.
In the dead gray-white silence, he heard the "click" of the hour hand entering the slot, which was slightly more distinct than the movement of the second hand.
Tell him it's sunset.
(End of this chapter)