The Days I Clear Escape Games Pretending to be an NPC

Ground.

"Ah, ah, ah!" The monster with eyes like lanterns got out of the film and rushed towards the two of Saman. Saman rushed to one side of the film first, and then Qinglin gritted his teeth and chased out.

They go straight into another room.

'Hiss', and the monster turned around.

Because monsters have sharp scales and horns, sometimes they accidentally break the underlying membrane and fall off, so their first reaction when they encounter a monster is to 'slip it' to save more stamina.

However, this monster doesn't seem to be the type to easily break membranes.

The two of Saman passed through a membrane wall again, and it was still dark in front of them. A pair of red-hot charcoal eyes chased after him, making a 'hissing' sound.

They have no time to look back and must find a new way out as soon as possible. Unless they had to, none of them wanted to stop and confront the monsters in the dark.

The enemy is dark and we are bright, and the environment is unfavorable. At this time, facing this monster head-on, there is no benefit at all.

Saman broke into a certain space again, and as soon as he entered, he felt something was wrong. It was a unique smell of alien existence-this space, there is a master.

There is another monster here.

"Left!" Saman turned left urgently, and Qinglin followed, and slammed into a thick wall of meat with a 'bang dang'. After a moment of stunned, he howled "grass". He touched the vacant seat and ran in: "Here is this place." One more?

The two ran for a while and suddenly felt something was wrong.

"Why don't you chase that thing?" Qinglin listened to the movement behind him, "Did they fight?"

"Not necessarily." Saman gasped.

Qinglin was exhausted from running. Before, he was hanging on by the desire to survive. Now he felt that the danger was a little less, and the speed slowed down. He panted and asked: "It, will it not come again?"

Without hearing the 'hiss' behind him again, Saman slowed down, running and looking back.

A burning red eye was silently staring at them.

"!" Saman grabbed the giant sword in his hand.

What is scarier than a monster? A monster with a brain.

Obviously, what they are facing now is such a monster who can play stupid and make good use of psychological fraud.

What's worse is that this monster can solve the one on the road in such a short period of time, and its own strength is also very strong.

"Stop!" Saman drew his great sword.

"What?" Qinglin hadn't reacted yet, only to see that Saman entered a state of battle, "What's wrong?" He really lost his strength.

"See for yourself."

See for yourself? When Qinglin turned his head, his cold hair stood upright, he jumped up and turned around directly: "Grass—"

The monster opened its mouth suddenly, the blue blood vessels glowed in the dark, and the blue scales were so close that he only felt something sticky and hooked around his neck.

At a critical juncture, he had no reservations. He gritted his teeth and took out the props he was hiding. He raised his hand and shot, and the bullet hit one of the monster's eyes. The special bullet has the special effect of freezing and slowing down, and half of the monster's head is sealed by ice.

The ice cubes spread rapidly, and in the blink of an eye, half of the monster's body was frozen.

At the same time, Saman had cut off the hooked tongue of the monster with a sword, and Qinglin only felt that the sticky and slippery thing around his neck loosened, and the precious air entered his body again.

"It's disgusting." Qinglin touched the sticky, blue-light mucus on his neck and cursed, "Damn, one tenth of a bullet, Jinbei!"

Saman's greatsword, with a golden glitter on the surface that looks like some kind of spell.

He swung down in the direction of the monster's eyes, the red lantern-like eyes were directly split to both sides, and the liquid with red light splashed out, coating both sides of the film and Saman with a layer of fluorescent red.

The light of the sword is still spreading frantically in all directions, like golden spider webs, layer upon layer, snow-like film fragments are scattered, a large film room has disappeared, and the golden web is overwhelming.

The space below did not keep up with the speed of the disappearance of those spaces. There was a large blank in front of the two of Saman, and they seemed to see a black wall on one side.

The walls also had golden lines spreading and shattering, and a hole gradually appeared. Through the hole, they could see the sky outside—a soft and bright sky.

Saman didn't understand, the space they were in was rising rapidly, and the hole quickly disappeared in front of him.

As they ascended, the ground shook, and monsters roared as they fell from the shattered space. It seemed like a rain of monsters had fallen in front of me. Various shapes and appearances, such as meteors falling to the ground, wailing and passing in front of them.

Qinglin's eyes widened: "Fuck... don't you just cut off this whole 'trunk', right?"

"Just take a shortcut." Saman held the sword, only to feel that the player was making a fuss.

In fact, he was a little collapsed at the moment, and it would take a few minutes to recover, but there was no trace on Saman's face.

He couldn't trust this player.

The place on the back of the hand that was hit by the poisonous hair was swollen like a steamed bun.

Saman took a knife and slashed the wound, and the thick yellow slurry flowed out, and the whole inside festered.

He shook his arm: "Go."

Qinglin also touched the few bullets left in distress, and the two began to slowly rise again.

"Master, the peacock is making a scene in Qingquanyuan."

"Master is not good, there is trouble in the ground."

Just like the appointment, two subordinates reported news that made people feel bad at the same time.

Qinghong raised his hand: "Wake up more sleeping bugs and stop those strange monsters. On the peacock's side, I will go and meet for a while."

He stood up and walked slowly from the banquet.

There was no one big demon who could still stand at the banquet, and they all fell to the ground and slept soundly. The drinks and clothes were thrown on the floor, and the soft and boneless beauty stood up with a smile, no matter what she had on her.

"As expected of a big demon, blood essence is delicious." Those tiny roots pierced into the skin of the demons, secreting anesthesia liquid while sucking blood little by little. With every sip, these beauties became more beautiful.

These demons all drank 'drunk life and dream death'.

Qinghong decided not to wait any longer. He used the most potent wine and brewed it directly from the petals of his body. With just one cup, he would enter the world of dreams.

As long as there is no strong stimulation from the outside world, these monsters can sleep here forever until the end of the world.

"Unfortunately..." Qinghong glanced back at these demons, "It's a pity that the peacock escaped. I still need to finish it myself."

Peacock, who did not retain his strength, destroyed Qingquanyuan, the temporary residence of Hejun, in the blink of an eye. But he made such a fuss that no other demons were attracted.

Rao is a peacock with such a thick nerve also feels wrong.

"It is said that Qinghong's body is the wicker lotus." He remembered a rumor that He Jun gave him the wicker lotus to remind him to be careful with Qinghong?

Where did He Jun go? Could it have been a bad plot?

After becoming a demon for many years, it is rare to see a demon like He Jun who is single-minded and only practicing. It would be a pity to die.

"Why doesn't Peacock go for a drink? Is it because I don't entertain well?" Qinghong came to the moon, and with a flick of his finger, he was already in front of him.

He glanced at the disappearing Qingquanyuan and said with a smile, "Peacock has such a big temper. This is my senior brother's residence. Are you dissatisfied with my senior brother?"

"Don't talk nonsense with me here, where did you kill He Jun?" Peacock didn't listen to what he said, he only looked at the facts.

"How could I harm my senior brother?" Qinghong's face turned cold, "Also, I can't harm him either."

Peacock sneered: "He didn't take precautions against you, you can do it naturally. According to me, He Jun shouldn't have persuaded his master to pick up your wolf cub back then. If it weren't for you, he would have been the number one person in the demon world. ."

"Nonsense." Qinghong hated the most when others persuaded his senior brother not to let him. Since he was a child, he has been... He couldn't bear it any longer. The green vines rose into the sky and turned into a huge bird cage.

"Peacock, this is where you were buried."

"Buzzing, buzzing." With the sound of a piccolo with a special frequency, the sleeping bugs in the ground woke up one by one.

The player who had already reached the halfway point instantly poured blood mold, looking at the hope ahead. A huge number of bugs took away the lives of a group of players at once.

The two of Saman are still going up, and they don't know this.

They are making torches.

The blue-scale oil lamp was destroyed by the slime at the beginning, and Saman's candle was unfortunately also killed. They also had a torch, a few unused clothes, and a small pine stick in their hands.

Saman found a piece of burlap clothing, tore off a piece of cloth, tore a long strip and tied it to a wooden stick, and then ripped it apart to make it fluffy.

The fluffy twine that has a sufficient contact surface with the air is more likely to burn. However, it took Saman a lot of effort to light this humble 'torch'.

"Actually, the darkness is not without its benefits." Saman took the torch that was finally lit to check for monsters. "In the dark, the breathing of the monsters can be heard more clearly."

"How is it possible? The breathing sound is very weak, and the direction is not easy to identify." Qinglin shook his head.

Saman didn't know what to think of, and his smile flashed: "I've seen someone who can do it."

"Who?"

"A... peculiar 'blind man'." Thinking of that person, Saman's smile was somewhat real.

Qinglin has been with him for so long, and this is the first time he sees this seasoned player showing his true emotions, and asked curiously, "In reality, or NPCs in the game?"

"Players, players who are actually playing the game," said Saman. "In front of him, we're at best unlucky **** who don't get played so badly by the game."

After all, it is rare in this world to force a boss to collapse.

"It must be very powerful, and it can make old players like you unforgettable." Qinglin sighed.

Saman was stunned: "Do you remember?"

"Is not it?"

"Maybe." Saman saw that the pine stick was burning a little, and put down his hand to protect the wind, although there was no wind at all, "Okay, let's go."

"Ahie!... Is it too cold?" Ren Yifei rubbed his nose, which interrupted his attention. He had to stand for a few seconds to determine the direction of walking again.

After being numb from the cold, a new hallucination appeared in his body - water, seems to be warm?

With such a self-deception, Ren Yifei forcibly took the temperature of freezing to death and went all the way to the present.

After determining the direction, he continued to walk forward, reciting the pace in his mind. Each step is the same length, used to measure the distance of the walkway, and then build a map in his brain.

Vision can help adjust the direction. People who are accustomed to the light, you let him close his eyes and walk in a straight line, but he can't walk straight, so the azimuth map established is somewhat wrong.

But somehow, Ren Yifei did not have such a problem. The positioning map he drew in his heart has always been very accurate.

There was a rushing sound of water in his ears, and the water had already covered his instep and rose to his calf, so he would drive this sound when he walked.

He could imagine the picture of the tiny white foam rising and falling with his movements, and the tiny waves hitting his feet, making them itchy.

Perhaps this situation was too familiar, and he couldn't help thinking of his first 'death'.

At that time, he was just a young boy, and he had just experienced the most important change in his life, and something called the 'big villain system' came to him.

It wanted to collect grievances and asked him to do evil, but he refused. That night, he had a 'traveling' experience.

No, to be more precise, it was a "possession" that could not change fate.

In the dream, he was attached to a blind boy who lived in a remote mountain village during the war.

Ren Yifei's world was pitch-dark, he could feel all the joys, sorrows, joys and feelings of the original owner, but he couldn't 'move'.

He lived there for a long time, learned to wash and cook in the dark to take care of himself, and also learned to feed livestock and weave bamboo baskets in the dark.

How did you end up dying?

It was a cold day, and he was wearing patched sackcloth, **** and tied to a tree.

He remembered that it was hemp rope, a very thick one, and there was also a thick tree behind him. His stomach was cut open, and something came out of it.

Ren Yifei finally knew what it was like to have his stomach cut open by life.

If given a chance, even a little, he would like to change that child's fate. Unfortunately, the system gave him the power to 'experience pain', but did not give him the power to 'change his destiny'.

He's just a manipulated clown.

In a pitch-dark world, he heard people laughing and crying beside him, some speaking local dialects, some speaking foreign languages ​​he could not understand.

The smell of rust filled his nostrils, and the boy who had never seen light in his life finally had the concept of blood red in that cold season.

The young man thought in his heart, fortunately, it was not the student who was arrested. The student said that the country will be reborn from ashes, and the common people will be able to live a good life in the future. Such a capable person, he must be right.

The great villain system wanted him to understand despair and pain, but the blind boy taught him to cherish.

Hua Li wanted to use this method to slowly torture him to death, but as long as there was a chance, he would also grab the shoe that was stepping on his own, pulling the straps on it to get up.

Ren Yifei is not afraid of death, but he is even less afraid of survival.

The author has something to say: the second more.

Ah Fei: Everything that can't kill me will make me stronger.

Saman: Do not forget, can there be echoes?