Chapter 115 "Road to Heaven" 7 Otherwise why is it called a personal copy...
Hearing her say this, the boy next to her quickly covered her mouth and shook his head: "Just kidding, go on."
…
The man in white said nothing, nor did he pay attention to her provocation, but walked straight to the dance hall in front.
Seeing this, Sansi just glanced at them with a half-smile, raised his eyebrows, and made a gesture to inquire about where Zhuci was going.
The boy pointed to the door over there and shook his head, indicating that they were lost inside.
"Boom."
Just when they seemed to be performing a dumb show, the silent door suddenly made a sound, and the sound was quite loud.
Several people turned their heads at once and looked at the door that collapsed with a loud bang, their mouths opened to varying degrees.
Isn't it impossible to open?
The man in white kept his right hand extended, standing still calmly, or perhaps in a daze.
"So strong?" Sansi murmured.
The man in white squatted down and touched it lightly.
“Crack.”
The iron gate was actually cracked.
The ductility of metal doors should be very good.
“…”
The three of them calmed down, especially Nonuo. She looked at Sansi with a questioning look in her eyes: Are you sure you want to joke with this guy?
"It's the temperature inside the door." A cold and desolate voice suddenly sounded.
The man in white stood up and picked up a piece of debris.
The obvious thermal expansion and contraction is probably the result of the temperature inside the door suddenly rising and then suddenly falling.
At this time they also saw the situation in the dance hall. The dance hall seemed to have not been damaged. Everything remained the same as when Nono first came. Even the waiters with broken arms and legs were restored to their original state and stood in the original arrangement.
The girl curled her lips, this kind of change was within her expectations. Since their military strength increased, these buildings could hardly withstand their destruction. It was reasonable for the system to be closed to repair important scenes.
But did the system forget to repair the door? Oh no, if the system is closing the door and clearing the scene, does that mean that the speech is not in the scene, so he won't die, right?
In fact, it's not just the speech that is a problem, but also where the two players went.
They walked into the ballroom. Perhaps because it was open during the hours when the waiters were not making any strange changes, they were setting up the banquet and piling food from nowhere on the tables.
The man in white also successfully saw the stairs.
The winding stairs seemed to lead to a higher place with no bottom.
They had been wandering around outside for a while and couldn't find the stairs. He actually wanted to just cut open the ceiling, but the ceiling was very thick and not easy to drill, and considering the structure of the house, he gave up the idea.
The view from the second floor is unobstructed. There is only one aisle, and after passing it is a corridor that is the same as the one on the first floor.
"Nothing." Three or four said.
The man in white nodded. Indeed, there was nothing there, or rather, this floor was just a copy of the first floor.
The same is true for the upper floors, each floor is copied.
It is not advisable to go to high places, or in other words, it is meaningless to take the stairs during this period.
I returned to the first floor and looked around three or four times, and quickly noticed the changes in the flow of people.
There seem to be more and more people here.
"Can you drink?" He walked to the table nearby and picked up a glass. The transparent glass was filled with red liquid.
The red liquid swayed gently, like a psychedelic dream.
"..." The man in white was silent for a while, his eyes moved slightly, and then he took the glass of wine.
Three or four of them stared into his eyes, waiting calmly.
“Swish.”
The sudden change in lighting attracted everyone's attention.
The colorful lights projected into the dance hall made the originally serious dance party look like a disco in a bar.
But there was no music, no one came to support, and the atmosphere became increasingly quiet.
The players were silent.
[“The countdown to the party begins, and all players have arrived.”]
The system's announcement sounded, and the broken door quietly and silently returned to its original state and closed tightly.
"The system wouldn't want to play some weird music, would it?" Nono said in a low voice.
The sound of applause suddenly broke out.
In the blink of an eye, the empty dance hall was packed with people, and they were all clapping in unison.
[“Now assigning dance partners. Those who fail to complete the dance requirements will be eliminated.”]
"Catch me."
They clearly said to catch him, but he took the lead and grabbed the hand of the man in white.
The next second, the whole world was silent and the light disappeared.
After another second, the light returned and the flow of people was disrupted.
The man in white was pulled. He turned his head and saw, as expected, a hole where he had been.
Not wearing a formal suit should be considered an elimination condition, but for them it is just a little more trouble. Even if this person is not there, he can easily avoid it.
"Get lost." Sansi looked expressionlessly at the NPCs who were squeezing over from the side.
If we use a grid to illustrate their current position, the NPC occupies one grid, the two of them occupy one grid, and the grid next to it is useless and very crowded.
The target of this NPC is very clear, which is three or four. Perhaps this is what the system calls the assigned dance partner.
The NPC didn't know if he was frightened by his coldness. He hesitated and retreated to the side. However, the place suddenly became crowded and he couldn't retreat. He could only look somewhere else.
Sansi looked at the man in white, his expression softened a little: "The wine is spilled, are you still drinking?"
The wine glass was empty. Although he was still holding it, the man in white glanced down, then stretched out his hand, and the white wine glass fell into the bottomless pit without making any sound.
"No," he responded simply.
"Then let's dance together. Can you dance?" Sansi asked thoughtfully as he looked at his loosened hands.
"No," the man in white replied, and then he said calmly, "Maybe this dance won't start."
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It was a ball in an ancient castle, and they were all invited by the owner of the castle. Generally speaking, such a ball would be opened by the owner of the castle, but so far, they had no news about the owner of the castle.
Judging from the personalities of his teammates, they might have secretly dealt with the owner of the castle.
Whether this ball can start depends on whether the owner of the castle can hide well.
Sansi glanced at the second floor and said, "This dance party has to happen."
The system requires that the ball be completed, and those who fail to complete it will be eliminated. So even if someone really kills the owner of the castle, in order to avoid being forced out, they should think of ways to save the situation.
Even so, the crowds here are exhausting, and the killing intent is gradually rising. I don't know if it would be considered a violation of the rules if I just casually disposed of some things. Sansi thought so.
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"I'm sorry to have kept you waiting for so long."
There were footsteps coming up the stairs.
Everyone looked upwards.
Zhu Ci lowered his eyes, changed into an elegant dress, took the hand of the person next to him, and calmly met the gazes of the people below.
Whether it was surprise or numbness, he accepted it all.
"Why is it you!" Nuonuo shouted in surprise and without any scruples.
"This is my butler." The owner of the castle specially introduced the side speech to all the players.
"The original intention of this ball is to connect everyone's feelings. In addition, I will give my inheritance to the one who satisfies me most at the ball." The owner of the castle looked at the speech.
Zhuci's expression did not change at all. His face seemed to become heavy for some reason, but he still stretched out his hand numbly. In the palm of his hand lay a bean, an ordinary bean.
But all the players' eyes changed.
"This is a bean from a fairy tale. The most suitable soil for it is the land of the castle. Plant it here and it will grow into a towering tree and reach the sky in one step." The director of the castle stopped there, his eyes calm and peaceful, like an old man gazing at the horizon before his death.
Step to success!
Only players know what this means. This dance is very likely the key to this dungeon!
"Let the party begin. I wish you all a good time."
The door was closed, and the crowd was silent. The moment the owner of the castle turned around, tragic music suddenly rang out.
With a cry of surprise, something unexpected happened.
The body of the castle owner fell from the stairs like a kite with a broken string and hit the ground.
When Zhu Ci wanted to reach out and pull it, he was forced to move away due to a force.
A knife had gone through both sides of his face and was stuck on the stairs.
The owner of the castle fell to the ground, his body twisted.
“It’s just a puppet.”
A thread was pulled from the body, and Sansi looked up at the speech on the stairs.
"Where is the owner of the castle?" Nono also stepped forward.
The tragic music gradually became more passionate.
Zhu Ci looked at Sansi quietly, and then his gaze fell on another person.
It was Zhou Nian.
Zhou Nian looked over with a smile and tilted his head.
His actions naturally made people think of Zhou Nian.
"You killed the owner of the castle?" another voice sounded sinisterly.
Zhou Nian smiled awkwardly and shook his head, feeling rather helpless: "It's unfair. Although it was my method, it was definitely not me."
"I am the owner of the castle." Zhu Ci suddenly said. He slowly raised the beans in his hand and said in a deep voice, "Although my identity is questionable, the beans in my hand are real."
His words brought everyone back to reality.
Indeed, Zhu Ci's identity is not important, and they don't care who the owner of the castle is. The key is whether the bean in his hand can really pass the level.
The man in white looked at him from a distance, then suddenly glanced at three or four.
"Let's start dancing. The more you dance, the faster this bean grows."
The bean was suddenly thrown into the center of the dance hall.
Several people watched it fall into the pit they had dug earlier without any response.
It's not that it can't be caught, but it should probably fall in.
"You're really impressive, kid." Nuonuo suddenly sneered and rushed up the stairs to catch Zhu Ci.
Zhu Ci let her grab him and said, "It's useless. What else can I do?"
"If you don't dance, you will be eliminated." Zhuci emphasized again.
This might be what it feels like to be a boss. Although there is nothing you can do about these people, the coercive power of the system rules will never let players gain any advantage.
As for why it turned out like this...
Zhu Ci looked at Zhou Nian and saw the hidden darkness. From the very beginning, he was one person for one camp, otherwise why would it be a personal copy.