Chapter 251: Ghost in the Mirror (XIV)

When Jie Fangcheng left and came back, everyone had a lot of questions in their mind, but they also took into account the murderous aura that he exuded. Everyone just looked at each other, and no one dared to go up and ask a question.

Xie Fangcheng, on the other hand, did not have the murderous aura directed at these players. Seeing that this group of people were now in such a state of fear, Xie Fangcheng did not embarrass them and said very straightforwardly: "I just went back to Xinxin Home Community."

The players looked at each other crazily again, with wonderful expressions on their faces.

How could Jie Fangcheng not see the meaning of their expressions? They were just afraid that he would eat alone!

At this time, Jie Fangcheng spoke with little interest: "I didn't look for any clues, I just went back to kill some monsters."

The abacuses in these players' minds were clattering so loudly that the beads even fell onto Jie Fangcheng's face.

They hope that Jie Fangcheng can help them resist the monsters' attacks and protect them from being harmed by NPCs, but at the same time they also hope that Jie Fangcheng can just be a thug and not snatch any clues from them.

Although Jie Fangcheng has seen many people like this, he still feels uncomfortable.

However, even though Jie Fangcheng was unhappy, the solution was very simple.

"Alright," Jie Fangcheng waved his hand, "The night is long, let's pay the protection fee!"

"Ah???" The players looked at each other again.

One player couldn't help but ask, "Didn't we say at the beginning that we would talk about it after we cleared this instance?"

Jie Fangcheng said calmly: "What if you die in this copy?"

Damn it! Brother, you... you...

Who else dares to say anything?

The players came to pay reluctantly. After Jie Fangcheng collected this wave of protection fees, he felt much better and felt that these players had become more pleasing to the eye.

He really didn't need the props, but Jie Fangcheng still remembered them, and Professor Zhang might need them.

I just don't know why I haven't seen him in this copy...

Thinking of this, Xie Fangcheng suddenly had an idea.

Is it because the current area of ​​this copy is Guan Yingying's memory? If I run out of Xinxin's home and go further outside, will I come to the small world and meet Professor Zhang?

You have to know that the copy relies on the existence of the small world. That is to say, although the information about this copy that he has learned so far may be formed by Guan Yingying's memory.

It's as if they were accessing the camera's SD card.

But what would happen if Jie Fangcheng ran out of the SD card?

This brings up another question. Guan Yingying is from Jie Fangcheng's small world. Until now, Jie Fangcheng still doesn't know why she came to the game "Three Thousand Worlds".

And if I run away from her memory, will what I see be my own little world?

Is it worth a try?

Jie Fangcheng did what he said and stood up immediately.

The players had just paid their protection fees with a painful heart. If they had to complain, they dared not show it on their faces, but they all had some in their hearts.

Seeing Jie Fangcheng suddenly stand up, everyone was shocked again: "What happened to the boss?"

Jie Fangcheng waved his hand again: "You guys stay here, I'll go out and take a look."

After Jie Fangcheng finished speaking, he was about to leave when he remembered something and turned to ask everyone, "Do you want me to help you get through the phone? Can they protect you?"

Everyone: “…”

Hey!! I have never heard of an NPC who is the enemy of the player in a dungeon becoming the player's bodyguard!!

But why do I feel a little bit good when I think about it?

"I don't think so." A player whispered, "We can just look for clues in the hotel ourselves."

After all, people are still afraid of ghosts.

Jie Fangcheng nodded obediently: "Okay, then if you have anything to say, just pick up the phone yourself."

Everyone: “…”

He seems to really think it's normal to have a ghost as a bodyguard! !

As soon as Jie Fangcheng left, the remaining players looked at each other again, and very tacitly and quickly began to look for clues in the hotel.

They went to look for clues, but Zhu Ping, who had been silent the whole time, looked at Guan Yingying first and asked her quietly, "Did you find anything?"

Zhu Ping had been observing the two of them silently. She always felt that Guan Yingying's current state was very strange.

Guan Yingying was quite active in clearing the dungeon, but after Jie Fangcheng rescued her, she seemed to have completely become a bystander.

Hearing Zhu Ping's question, Guan Yingying just shook her head: "Nothing."

Then he sat back on the sofa in the hall and closed his eyes to rest.

Zhu Ping pursed her lips and finally went around looking for clues like the other players.

After an unknown amount of time, when the players had searched the hotel inside and out but found nothing, they reluctantly allocated their own rest rooms to rest.

Jie Fangcheng just came back from outside.

He looked normal, and when faced with players' questions, Jie Fangcheng just shook his head.

He did walk out of the boundaries of this copy.

For ordinary players, the invisible boundary of the dungeon is insurmountable. As long as you take a step, it will disappear without a trace.

But when Jie Fangcheng felt this invisible boundary, before he sensed the danger, he heard the system prompt in his mind.

[Ding——It is detected that the copy has reached the border. Do you want to use the private ticket to enter the small world of this copy? 】

Private Tickets!

Jie Fangcheng really wanted to find out where this thing came from.

And when he chose to use it, the system's voice reminded him again.

[Beep - It is detected that you do not currently have a private ticket for this world. Please wait. ]

[Ding——The small world's collapse process has reached the threshold, and a private ticket application is being sent to the small world. 】

[Ding——Private ticket application has been approved. Thank you for coming to this world, respected guardian. 】

The next second, the world in front of Jie Fangcheng seemed to have changed drastically in an instant.

The most collapsed small world that Jie Fangcheng had ever seen was Yan Xun's world. At that time, the sky was full of yellow sand and tornadoes raged from time to time.

No normal human or creature could survive in such a harsh environment. That was why Yan Xun wanted to mechanize himself to ensure that he could gain greater hope for the survival of mankind.

But when Jie Fangcheng stepped into this small world that was about to collapse, all he saw was a vast expanse of nothingness.

There is no yellow sand, no strong wind, and even no land or sky. This place is like the bottom of the underworld. All laws are in chaos here.

It turns out that this is what the little world that is about to collapse looks like. It looks like... it is completely beyond redemption.

Even Zhang Daoan was powerless to save the situation under such circumstances.

Jie Fangcheng stood quietly at the border for a while.

The so-called private ticket is not really a ticket, but an opening of permission.

The system in his mind kept reminding him.

[This world is about to collapse, please evacuate as soon as possible. ]

After taking a few more looks, Jie Fangcheng finally chose to slowly retreat back into the copy.

What he didn't know was that not long after he left, two figures suddenly appeared in this empty, collapsing world.

“President!”

"Are you sure Yingying has entered the dungeon?" The "President" has a gentle young face. When people meet him for the first time, they feel that he must be a trustworthy, sunny and cheerful friend.

The people around him nodded, frowning: "Wasn't it only once every two days before? Why is the time so much shorter this time?"

"Don't worry. With Yingying's intelligence, she can do it herself."

As he spoke, a black data stream seemed to flash past the edge of the empty space.

The president's face changed: "Go!"

The two figures disappeared again.

Not long after, a huge garbage truck, almost as big as a planet, appeared over the area.

With a sound of "beep", the trunk of the garbage truck opened and dumped piece after piece of black matter into the area - the remains of countless small worlds.

Most of the small worlds are small worlds that collapse naturally but cannot be recycled.

These small worlds are generally of lower levels, and when the entire small world collapses completely, it will continue to occupy the connection port of "Three Thousand Worlds". This requires cleaning out these useless small worlds, just like cleaning up the memory of a computer.

There is also a part of small worlds that have not collapsed but cannot be used. These small worlds often have the same characteristics, for example, it is impossible to use copies to open more channels, and it is impossible to kill the guardian of the small world in the form of hunting grounds... Some worlds even have a reverse degree of collapse.

Once this kind of small world grows up, it will be like a virus to Three Thousand Worlds. Therefore, the game also needs to be disinfected regularly.

For a small world, nothing is more terrifying than chaos in rules. Therefore, this area is also a fixed garbage dump for discarding the remains of small worlds.

After the garbage truck dumped the data garbage, several figures walked out of the truck.

The leader had a long scar on his face, not only that, he even had a red birthmark covered in oil on half of his face.

He looks calm and composed, like a person of high rank.

His companion beside him was a little awed and spoke cautiously: "Brother Jiu, shall we go down to disinfect?"

"Yeah." The scarred man named "Jiu" nodded.

A group of people then filed out, put on full protection, jumped off the garbage truck, holding a few strange-shaped gun-like objects in their hands, and fired at the garbage that had just been dumped on the landfill.

A few screams were faintly heard from the wreckage of these small worlds, but they quickly disappeared.

After disinfecting the garbage, the team returned to the garbage truck.

"Let's go." Jiu turned around.

Behind him, a pair of black bird wings had only half of them left, and the other half seemed to have been torn off by someone, leaving only a horrible mass of flesh.

The garbage truck started again quickly, and when the vehicle completely disappeared, two figures flashed again in the garbage dump.

Their shapes were a little strange, not like living people, nor like ghosts. When they appeared, they looked like they were pieced together from data, with a few streams of data flashing across their bodies.

"Damn it!" The person standing next to the "President" immediately went to look for the garbage they had dumped. The debris of these small worlds floated in the air, and he kept using the black spots around him to shuttle through the debris of the small worlds.

But there was nothing to be found in the disinfected garbage, no living guardians, and no resources to be taken out.

The man couldn't help but curse: "What a bunch of crazy people! They want to destroy other people's homes for their own selfish desires, and they are not afraid of going to hell! ... President, I'll do it! The degree of 'corrosion' in you is too high, don't come into contact with this data anymore!"

When he said that, the "President" just shook his head: "I'm fine."

As he spoke, he waved his hand, and an illusory dragon figure appeared in his palm, searching for usable resources among the garbage.

But after searching for a long time, the two of them really didn't find anything useful.

At this moment, a red wind seemed to suddenly ignite around.

The president made a prompt decision: "The rules have changed, go back!"

The two of them left here in a hurry immediately.

As he was leaving, the voices of the "President's" companions floated out.

"I used to trust him so much, but I didn't expect that! That damn Ji Chaoyang——"