Chapter 104 "Witch's Kaleidoscope" Talent Upgrade

"Why not?"

He seemed very unwilling.

The time we have in life is so short, and the time we spend in the cycle of death is so long that it is enough to distort our feelings towards a person, whether it is hatred or love.

He has been in this environment for so long, why can't he just give a speech?

"I'm not good at negotiating, but the fire will spread," Zhu Ci said.

Not surprisingly, those players will understand what he means, which is that they will work hard to burn this place until all their corpses are burned, no matter where they are.

This is the reality. If Shen Qingming cannot be relieved, then he can only leave with hatred.

The thick smoke and pungent smell made people feel very uncomfortable, and noisy and sharp shouts rang in their ears.

A monster that was burned by flames and no longer had a human form rushed towards the speech with a howl.

Zhu Ci could sense that he was not very good at using props, but in fact he now had quite a lot of life-saving props.

After losing your vision, it is inevitable that you will encounter situations that you cannot avoid.

Zhuci had already prepared for the worst, believing that he would survive if he could hold on until the last breath.

Shen Qingming looked at the horrible, ugly corpse that had no self-awareness at all, then looked at the distracted Zhu Ci, laughed at himself, and said, "You always care about him so much, what a pity..."

Unfortunately, even Ding Yuanming, who hated Zhu Ci the most and was the most selfish, only left behind all his hatred and a stiff body, and started over again with his soul.

Instead they are the only ones trapped in samsara, entangled forever.

"They couldn't find me, and ordinary fire couldn't burn everything."

Before Zhuci could react, the space suddenly turned upside down. He was pressed on a solid object, and there was something pressing on him from above. The space was small and he could not move.

The touch beneath his body was icy cold, and Zhu Ci understood something.

"Is this your true self?"

"Wouldn't it be nice to die together?" The voice was muffled and sounded scary.

"If I die here, you won't be able to find me when you go out." Zhu Ci sighed.

"Is there a future?"

“Maybe.”

Perhaps it was the word "later" that confused him, or maybe it was the noise outside that kept going on, making him lose his patience. Shen Qingming said, "Then guess where I am. If you guess correctly, you can leave."

Zhu Ci used his brain to find a suitable angle to talk, and then asked: "Under the bed?"

The other party was stunned for a moment: "How do you know?"

"I guess. It suits your style."

Shen Qingming laughed: "Do you know me well?"

Zhu Ci said firmly: "You hate Ding Yuanming, hate him in that coffin, and you are jealous of him being able to enter my room. What's more, you hate Zhu Ci always staying in the room. Without your coffin, of course you want to find a replacement. Overall, this place is the most suitable."

Who would have thought that there was a gap under the bed, and there was even space in the middle to hide a person, no wonder the bed was a bit high. Sleeping with a corpse every day is indeed perverted enough.

The air fell silent for a moment.

Perhaps Shen Qingming himself didn't know why Zhu Ci knew him so well.

"Is it okay?" Zhu Ci couldn't help but urge.

Suddenly, I felt a chill in the palm of my hand, and the thing pressing on my head was revealed.

Someone pried open his fingers one by one, thrust a dagger into his hand, and whispered to him, "Kill me again. This is the way to get out."

"Obviously there is more than one way." Zhu Ci frowned, pressing the nerves in his eyes, causing more blood to flow, and he couldn't tell who looked more like a ghost.

"You forget that after death the person who was killed will be afraid of the person who killed him, because that is his strongest feeling."

Shen Qingming reached out and wiped away the tears and blood from his face, bit by bit, very attentively.

"So you're the only one who can kill me and free me."

The person who tied the bell must be the one to untie it.

…

After listening to part of their conversation, the players finally understood what was inside the locked door and tried their best to open it.

In a fire, people are usually killed by smoke, and they don't want to be killed before they get out. As for the NPC's entanglement, although they are a little interested, it is more important to escape. Yes, only one or two people doubted Zhuci's true identity, and the others continued to believe in Zhuci's NPC identity. After all, in a normal dungeon, no player would have such a deep emotional entanglement with the Boss. Unfortunately, they ignored that this was a dungeon tailored for individuals.

A dozen people tried to open the door together, and the scene was quite spectacular.

But when they finally broke down the door, what happened inside still shocked them.

The messy room was the only place in the dungeon that was not contaminated by thick smoke. The broken body gradually turned into ashes, leaving only a piece of dirty heart, or a spark of fire.

Zhu Ci turned around and glanced at the players with a familiar expression on his face.

The fire flew out with a golden light, and then the system made a cold mechanical sound of notification.

[The instance has been completed. The results will be announced later. Please exit. ]

After this announcement, a notice specifically addressed to him rang in Zhuge's mind.

[It is detected that the talent can be upgraded. Whether to upgrade the talent. 】

That, dispensable talent? Zhuci wondered, is it necessary to upgrade this?

…

[“It’s finally over.”

"You see, the anchor is a liar."

"Hey, those players must have blushed when they saw the host's face in the end."

"I hope I won't encounter this kind of copy again. The mortality rate is too high."】

…

"Zhu Ci won?" Mo Anan asked.

Mo Yangbing nodded. To be honest, as a B-level copy, this copy took too much time.

Then he turned to look at his own president. But the other party was not really watching the live broadcast, but was playing with his dog's fur happily.

"Doudou, do you want to go for a walk, Doudou?" The man stroked the dog's head and was licked on the face.

"President." Mo Yangbing couldn't help but remind him.

The other person narrowed his eyes and looked at him: "What's wrong, are you jealous? I can touch you too."

"...President, I mean, Zhu Ci..." Mo Yangbing originally wanted to talk to him about recruiting Zhu Ci, but at this moment the man let go of his hand, and Doudou ran to his feet.

Mo Anan squatted down and touched it, saying, "Brother, why does Doudou like to be close to you the most? Do small animals like you so much?"

"Yes, it's obviously my dog." said the president.

Mo Yangbing squatted down, looking at the little white dog sticking out its tongue at him with some confusion, and just as he stretched out his hand, his palm was licked wet.

He withdrew his hand immediately, and was then filled with the enthusiastic puppy.

Mo Yangbing: “…” He was actually not very good at dealing with animals, and was often chased by dogs when he was a child.

Seeing him being licked by the dog in a panic, Mo Anan couldn't help but laugh.

"Okay, okay, Doudou, let go."

In fact, if you want to bring real living creatures into the dungeon, it will cost a lot of points, and there is a certain time limit, but the president of the Dusk Guild seems to have no shortage of these points.

After finally seeing Doudou off, Mo Yangbing stood up anxiously and patted the dust and wrinkles on his clothes, wondering whether he should take a shower.

"President, that speech..."

"Well, a gentleman should help others to achieve their goals. That little fellow will never be taken care of by our guild no matter how long it takes." The man suddenly said this.

Mo Anan asked doubtfully, "Isn't Zhu Ci alone and helpless?"

"See the essence through the phenomenon. An An, prepare well for the college entrance examination. Besides, that newcomer doesn't need a companion. The relationship you cultivate will eventually return to zero."

Mo Anan puffed up half of his face: "You are keeping me in suspense again."

"Please speak more humanely, President." Mo Yangbing said helplessly.

The man touched his forehead helplessly: "Are you two so stupid? Go to college for me."

…

After exiting the copy, Zhu Ci took a look at the rankings. His points were a full 300, a cliff-like position in first place. The second place was the combination of two souls in one with strange talents. More than half of the people were dead, including the murderous Jiang Jie.

Then he took a look at his talents.

Should I upgrade? What changes will occur after the upgrade?

It is said that all players with talents will experience strange changes if they practice their talents to the extreme, and the most famous of these should be the top three.

The pale paper man shuttled between two and three dimensions, and Little Red Riding Hood's blood seemed to have the magical power of an S-level item.

Zhuci thought for a moment, then confirmed the upgrade.

【Your talent has evolved.

【Crying and Laughing Mask (lv2): $%#&%&^*^*^……】

Looking at the pile of headache-inducing words, Zhu Ci actually felt that his brain was not enough.

"Can the changes be displayed directly?" Zhu Ci asked.

【Please read carefully. 】

Not a smart system at all.

Zhu Ci sighed, and then began to study the text seriously.

After this talent evolved, active skills were added to the passive skills. This means that he can actively choose who to smile at and who to cry at, and no one will notice even if he is not surprised. Moreover, if he actively smiles at him, it will have a certain curse function, and if he actively cries, it will arouse the sympathy of ghosts, making them treat this rare delicious meal with caution.

Obviously, this is the system's indirect mockery of Zhuci's awkward acting.

However, when Zhu Ci saw the notes at the bottom, he felt something was wrong.

[Note: The more indifferent one is, the stronger one's ability is; the stronger one's ability is, the more indifferent one is. ]

This one seemed tailor-made for him, even the congratulatory speech reminded him of the letter he had received earlier.

Indifferent? Actually, that's not accurate.

Zhu Ci thought back on his life. In fact, his emotions were more obvious when he was young. He was also rebellious when he was in school. He also liked playing games since he was a child. When did he start to feel that nothing mattered?

It's hard to recall, but he can clearly remember a certain day when he finished playing games and sat alone on the balcony, looking at the same scenery every day. Suddenly he felt that everything was extremely boring and the future could be seen at a glance.

However, he accidentally kicked a stone down and it happened to hit a poor guy on the road. The floor was not high, but the guy was really unlucky and was sent to the hospital. He couldn't accompany him to the hospital and paid for the medical expenses. Then, that feeling of emptiness only lasted for a few brief seconds and ended after that accident.

Of course, he no longer kicked stones on the balcony, and there were no pebbles in the flower pots.