[The soul contract has been signed. This contract is guaranteed by the rules of the world and cannot be violated by any existence]
Blue Frog Hospital, Qisi stood in the dense fog with scarce light, the gray shadow made him look like a Ghosts in the woods.
In other words, he should have been a ghost.
The color of the system interface is getting darker and darker, showing the blackness of burnt paper, with a layer of strange red light glowing on the edge, and blood-like threads crawling towards the inside.
The bloody text was refreshed in patches on the black background. The same information was repeated tens of millions of times, almost filling the entire field of view.
[Name: Soul Contract]
[Remarks: It can only be used three times in each copy. After the limit is exceeded, the player will be transformed into a ghost]
[Number of times used: 4/3]
Although the hospital world has a refresh mechanism, it does not reset the number of contracts signed with other players.
Qis first signed a contract with Huang Xiaofei, then Lu Zimo, and then Cheng Xiaoyu...
Signing a [Soul Contract] with Lin Chen is the fourth time in this dungeon.
He was gambling with his life.
No, this is no longer in the category of gambling on life, but knowing that things will develop in a bad direction, but still insisting on going your own way with some kind of gambler's madness.
Just because things have developed to a certain point, the benefits brought by taking risks are high, and retreating will make all efforts in vain.
Just because a wave of inertia pushed him to the multiple-choice question, and he clearly knew which option had the best effect.
Just because for him, the price is not unacceptable, but it can extend a new path...
The count on the system interface flashes like a malfunctioning electrical appliance after exceeding the limit, and the end of the stroke Sharp burrs that symbolize poor signal growth appear and change length frequently.
A blood-colored mask spreads in front of my eyes, and everything in sight is coated with a layer of water-red exposure, which is as dazzling as the insomnia caused by looking directly at the sun.
The noise reverberated at the bottom of my mind. At first it was blurry and soft as if I was talking in a dream, but it became clear and audible after repeated repetitions.
"You are not human..." The sinister voice was trembling.
"You can't be a grown-up!" A sharp, high-pitched voice gloated.
"You are a ghost...a monster!" A fearful voice pronounced.
Qisi felt that his thoughts were being broken up and reorganized. In the process, something was pulled out and something new was blended in.
Some crazy, irrational, bloodthirsty, cruel, indifferent, inhuman realm, small fragments are mixed into the originally integrated personality, dividing the behavioral logic into pieces and fragments .
The body temperature continues to drop, and the mist formed by water droplets floats around the body, turning into tiny light blue ice crystals and slowly settling, like a light snow mixed with rain.
The spirit and flesh seemed to have been dismantled from beginning to end, every molecule was washed clean in clean water, and then the remaining sewage was poured over with even coloring.
During the whole process, Qiss did not feel any pain or discomfort. Touch, pain, smell, and vision were all melted into a pot of porridge, soaking and wrapping him softly.
I don’t know how long it took, everything was over, and the blood-colored barrier blocking vision and thinking collapsed. The system interface stopped refreshing text, and the remaining warnings faded to normal silver, except for the background color, which was as dark as night.
Except for the panels of the weird game, the colors of the world in front of us are much dimmer than before. The white turned into light gray, and the blood stains turned into light pink, like a canvas that has been manually reduced in transparency, on the surface of bright scenery Apply an off-white mist.
"Is this the world in the eyes of ghosts?" Qisi touched his face, but his cold fingers could not feel the change in temperature.
There seems to be no significant negative effects after becoming a ghost, except for a lower body temperature and a reduced ability to distinguish colors.
He suddenly returned to the late stage of the copy of "Double Happiness Town" and once again possessed the power of a ghost.
I just don’t know if in his current state, he can leave the instance normally after clearing the level - this is what he really wants to bet on.
However, based on Zhang Yiyu's experience, leaving the dungeon should not be a problem. What needs to be worried about is the pursuit and containment of the Weird Investigation Bureau.
Of course, with the arrangements Qisi made in reality, the Weird Investigation Bureau really had nothing to do with him.
Taking the risk of sacrificing a large number of innocent people to contain a ghost that doesn't seem to be a high threat is a bad deal, isn't it?
Without needing to think too much in a short period of time, Qiss took back the crumpled [Book of the Dead] in his hand to the toolbar and turned off the effect of pretending to be undead - a tool with negative effects. It’s better to use less.
Well, now that he is a real ghost, there is no need to use props to disguise him, it is simple and convenient.
Qisi suddenly felt like laughing, but couldn’t explain why.
The fear of the unknown that should have surfaced seemed to be replaced by various weird emotions. He seemed to have returned to the time when he could not understand the mechanism of emotions many years ago.
But that's not important.
Emotions, personality, dreams, ideas, these things outside of survival can all be discarded in the face of absolute interests, and flaunting their nobility is just to sell them at a higher price.
Qisi raised his left hand and looked at the time. It was half past five in the morning.
He walked leisurely towards the ward area along the route he remembered.
……
At six o'clock in the morning, in Ward 404, Sun Dekuan and Lu Zimo were woken up by the wake-up bell on time.
After establishing the policy of cooperation, the two gathered their respective props.
Because Lu Zimo has been squeezed by Huang Xiaofei for a long time, his prop reserve can be called "terrible".
Besides a flashlight and a paper chain, there was only a rusty bronze compass.
[Name: Ghost Compass]
[Type: Props]
[Effect: The pointer will always point to the most dangerous ghost in the space]
[Remarks: Fight against the enemy, a must-have at home]
Although Sun Dekuan has not cleared a few dungeons, his props are much better than him.
There is no shortage of small tools such as Swiss Army knives and matches, and there are also two special props.
[Name: Bloody Kitchen Knife]
[Type: Prop]
[Effect: Turn any food into edible meat]
[Remarks: Its The previous owner was a meat lover. In order to often eat pollution-free and pollution-free meat, he made this kitchen knife through occult methods]
……
[Name: The left hand of an unknown creature]
[Type: Prop]
[Effect: After merging with the player's body, some unknown changes may occur]
[Remarks : (Data deleted)]
Last night, after comparing his and Lu Zimo’s props, Sun Dekuan felt a little relieved, just a little.
Judging from the paper data, Lu Zimo could not beat him, but who knew whether the other party was lying?
Skepticism is contagious. Sun Dekuan felt that after spending the past few days with these two old yinbi, Qi Si and Lu Zimo, he was almost suffering from persecution paranoia.
The early morning white light passes through the window lattice and illuminates the white ward. Lu Zimo's ghost pointing compass was placed generously on the low table, and Sun Dekuan's two props were stored in the prop column.
The corridor outside the door came to life in a few seconds, and the silence was broken by the sound of footsteps and the sound of the moving wheels of the dining car.
"Cherish food, eliminate waste, and finish breakfast!"
"Eat a good breakfast, respond to policies, and listen to the radio in time!"
The same call as the previous few days came as scheduled, knocking on the door The sound of the door came from the doorway in the distance one after another, becoming more and more clear and distinct.
“Dong, dong, dong!”
There was a rapid knocking on the door.
Lu Zimo climbed out of bed, walked over quickly, opened the door, and took two bowls of tadpole soup from the nurse.
At the beginning, the nurse sent four bowls of tadpole soup; after Huang Xiaofei's death, she only sent three bowls.
By analogy in terms of numbers, there are indeed only two players left alive at the Blue Frog Hospital.
Lu Zimo handed a bowl of soup to Sun Dekuan, took another bowl of soup to the window sill, and poured out all the soup.
As expected, I didn’t hear any hint of an increase in failure rate.
He curled the corners of his lips without leaving any trace, and his ears keenly picked up the sound of familiar footsteps.
He knew that the replica of "Huang Xiaofei" was here.
The slender black-clothed ghost walked straight into the ward from outside the door. The pretty woman's eyes were empty, and she lay on the bed like a programmed machine, with her eyes wide open. Black eyes look at the white ceiling.
The compass pointer on the low table suddenly started to rotate rapidly. It rotated for half a minute before slowly stopping and pointing to "Huang Xiaofei" on the hospital bed.
It seems that the nature of this "Huang Xiaofei" is that of a ghost.
Not long after, there was another burst of footsteps.
The young man wearing a white shirt and black trousers walked straight towards him at the same pace as "Huang Xiaofei".
The pale face, scarlet eyes, and the cold fog that condensed on his body all combined to make him even more ghost-like than "Huang Xiaofei".
"Cheng An."
Lu Zimo calmly read out the name of the uninvited guest.
He didn't meet Qisi in the operating room last night, and he heard the news about "Cheng An missing" from the nurse, and he had already determined in his heart that the young man named "Cheng An" died in the dean's office.
Under the refresh mechanism of the copy, the other party returned to the ward in a replica form, which was also expected by him.
Even so, Lu Zimo still had some doubts.
He looked at Sun Dekuan, and was about to ask the latter to take out a kitchen knife and cut the young man's neck once more, but he saw the fat man who had failed to achieve anything but failed to do anything, staring straight at the compass with a look of surprise and suspicion. color.
"Xiao Lu, you... look at the compass turning like this, what is going on?"
Lu Zimo moved his eyes and saw that the pointer of the ghost compass was turning rapidly again, this time much faster than last time, turning into a palm-colored afterimage.
"There is no other reason, it just means that the person who came in is also a ghost." Lu Zimo said lightly, "The good thing about my prop is that I can make real-time judgments, and I am not afraid of fish slipping through the net."
“Hey, let me go, that sounds good!”
As the two of them talked, the afterimage settled, and the rusty pointer pointed at the young man who arrived later, motionless.
The props are unmistakable. It seems that "Cheng An" died as expected and became a ghost. For some reason, he is even more dangerous than Huang Xiaofei.
It’s better not to take the initiative to provoke such a being.
Lu Zimo gave up the idea of letting Sun Dekuan try his hand with a knife, and quietly and obediently stood aside, paying attention to the young man.
The young man seemed completely unaware of the collusion between the two humans. He walked towards the bed by the window with an expressionless face and passed by Lu Zimo.
For a moment, Lu Zimo felt a hallucinatory cold wind blowing against his ears like a knife.
No, that’s not an illusion!
Lu Zimo saw a scarlet pendulum pop out from the young man's cuff, dragging the black chain and flying towards him.
He subconsciously raised his hand to block it, and the sharp pendulum passed through his palm, causing cold and numb pain.
Out of the corner of his eye, he saw "Huang Xiaofei" reaching out to him in the distance, as if she wanted to block his attacks like she had done countless times in the past.
However, it was too late.
Most ghosts without consciousness are slow, not to mention they have no growth.
The cursed pendulum sank straight into Lu Zimo's heart, carrying a long line of blood across the void, and hit the gray-white wall behind him, making a soft "click" sound.
Lu Zimo's body fell backwards, just sitting in the corner where there was a pool of blood.
Until his death, he never figured out why Chiss, who had turned into a ghost, suddenly attacked him.
Sun Dekuan didn't realize what happened until the moment Lu Zimo fell. Yigulu got out of bed, raised his kitchen knife and rushed towards Qisi.
His collusion with Lu Zimo is obvious, Qisi will not let him go... If you have a chance, you have a chance to survive!
However, after seeing the young man's calm expression and his temperament that was obviously not that of a living person, he did not dare to slash the knife down, but instead his legs went limp and he collapsed on the ground.
"Cheng...Brother Cheng, I'm sorry for you! I was just confused for a while and was deceived by that boy! You...you sir have a lot, don't be the same as me!"
< br>The scenes of getting along with Qisi in the past few days were vivid in his mind. Sun Dekuan did not think that he could defeat him in a one-on-one situation. Instead, he might anger this madman and be brutally tortured to death by him.
If Lu Zimo was still alive, and if the two of them had not let down their guard, they could have joined forces to subdue him. Unfortunately, without the if, Lu Zimo was instantly killed with one blow, how could he still be fooling around?
The situation is changing rapidly, and he has lost his only chance. It is better to say something nice, at least he can die happily, and maybe he can still live...
Qisi had already predicted Sun Dekuan's psychology, so he silently stepped back and sighed: "You get up first and be quiet, or I will chop you up and stuff you into a bucket."
Sun Dekuan listened. There was a subtext that Qisi didn't want to kill him immediately, so he rolled and crawled into a corner, for fear of being an eyesore.
Qisi walked out of the door leisurely, bent down to pick up a bowl of tadpole soup placed at the door, returned to the window, and poured out all the soup inside.
Half an hour ago, he came to the corridor in advance, blocked the meal-preparing nurse at the intersection, and took away a bowl of soup that was about to be sent to Ward 404.
The character "Cheng An" he played was very popular, so it was reasonable for him to take away his breakfast in advance. The nurse agreed without saying anything.
Because of this, Lu Zimo and Sun Dekuan only received two bowls of tadpole soup, and due to the inertial thinking they developed yesterday, they thought there were only two players alive in this world.
Chisi put down the empty bowl and walked to the corner where the blue frog was squatting.
After refreshing at six o'clock in the morning, his backpack containing the blue frog was empty as expected, and he had to return to the ward to find this useful blue frog.
The frog had bulging red eyes and a white belly, glaring fiercely at the black-haired young man.
Qisi quickly wrapped it in a towel and stuffed it into his backpack.
After doing everything well, he finally gave up suppressing himself and coughed lightly.
When Sun Dekuan rushed towards him just now, beads of sweat were thrown into his trachea, causing burning pain in an instant, and it is still burning and uncomfortable now.
He learned from this another negative effect of becoming a ghost:
Any touch by a living person would hurt him, and any living person's body fluids would be poison to him. (End of this chapter)