Chapter 182 Dreamland Safety
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[Why did you go back up the stairs at this time? ]
[Excuse me, who was that person just now? Does anyone know him? ? ]
[Temple Administrator Shuying, you’re welcome]
[Ranking of the 52nd God in Charge, Luo Huai's God's Palm is all over the world, you're welcome]
[I waited so long for this popular scene, why did it end like this? Why? Why?! ]
The fourth time the dice came over, it came faster than the previous three times.
It can be seen that in this game, not every player has a dice to throw on their own, and then all players are sent to the primeval forest after throwing. Instead, there is a sequence, and one must wait until the player in front of him has finished throwing before it is his turn.
Now, the waiting time after entering is getting shorter and shorter. It is not so much that players are gradually figuring out the rules of the stairs and no longer need to hesitate when throwing the dice and taking steps, but rather that more and more players are dying and the number of people ahead of them is getting smaller and smaller.
Shi Yu didn't rush to throw it away, but first untied the silk thread wrapped around her fingers.
All the waiting time was spent on fiddling with the puppet strings, and the result of the effort was weaving a golden mesh bag that was several times larger than the area of the steps.
He held the dice in his left hand and tossed it lightly.
The dice gurgled.
Four o'clock.
He walked up four steps, and the moment he stopped, a buzzing sound was heard in the air.
It was exactly the same sound he had heard before his first round of throwing the dice.
Swarms of wasps buzzed out of the darkness, their stingers shooting out.
Shi Yu hooked one end of the silk thread with his fingertips, and the gold in his hand suddenly spread out.
Hundreds of silk threads intertwined and stacked to form dense and narrow holes, like a net flying in the sky to intercept the swarm of bees flying in from the air. The creatures' vibrating wings were caught in the silk threads, and their proud poison needles became their deadly hind legs, entangled in the gaps of the net and unable to break free.
The buzzing sound suddenly stopped, and he raised his hand slightly. The golden net began to close, the edges gathered at one point, and then quickly closed.
The insects were squeezed into balls, and their sharp chirping made ripples in the air.
Shi Yu broke the last silk thread on his finger and threw the wasp web directly into the abyss outside the steps.
When he put the remaining silk thread back into the bracelet, he found that there was a wasp in the corner of the stairs. The stinger on its tail was probably rolled away by the silk net, and it was lying on the ground motionless.
Shi Yu grabbed the wasp's wings with his left hand, picked up the insect's corpse, and looked down at its body that had lost its tail, a little dazed.
But at this moment, a person suddenly jumped out from the darkness behind.
Ji Congyang didn't expect that he would run into his idol at the last step while walking up the stairs.
The steps were too small, and he was so surprised to see the other person that he almost couldn't stop. Fortunately, he didn't rush out of the steps with himself and the other person. Just as he stood firm, he heard the buzzing sound in the air again.
The dense swarm of wasps seemed to be refreshed and restarted, flying towards the stairs again!
The poison needle burst out, and a dark glow came into people's eyes.
Ji Congyang could almost feel the stinging pain of the sharp blade piercing his skin.
A golden light suddenly appeared before my eyes.
One silk thread after another intertwined into a web before eyes, imprisoning the swarm of bees in a fierce and unstoppable manner.
Tie it tightly again.
Ji Congyang was stunned until the swarm of bees was thrown down for the second time and the people around him were shaking their hands to collect the silk thread. He was then brought back to his senses: "What happened?"
He was startled and stared at the other person nervously: "Were you stung just now?"
Shi Yu's face was even paler than usual: "No."
Ji Congyang poked the back of his hand, then poked his arm, and noticed that the place he touched was trembling slightly, so he quickly retracted his hand: "Here on the shoulder?"
He leaned in to take a closer look, and his eyes suddenly widened: "It's all bleeding!"
Shi Yu's right shoulder blade was hit by the lion when he pounced on him after throwing the dice in the third round. The beast's claws landed squarely on his body. Even though he had released the force at that time, there was not much place to hide on the one-square-meter step.
The wound was in a place he couldn't see, so he didn't check it. He had prepared for the situation he was about to encounter and only used one hand the whole time, but he was caught off guard by such an unexpected incident.
Ji Congyang subconsciously tried to pull the other person's clothes, but the other person raised his hand to stop him: "It's okay."
"How can this be alright!" Ji Congyang was so angry, "Let me see!"
Shi Yu was about to step back while pressing his shoulder, but he suddenly felt a burning sensation on the back of his hand. He was stunned for a moment, raised his head, and finally let go of his hand.
Ji Congyang unzipped his collar.
The other person was wearing a dark-colored gown, and the blood was not easily visible after it soaked his clothes. Logically, it shouldn't be too serious, but when I pulled him apart, I realized that I had thought too simply.
Ji Congyang didn't dare to look closely, his eyes turned red, and he lowered his head to tear the tissue packaging bag: "If only I had discovered it earlier."
Shi Yu: "This has nothing to do with you."
Ji Congyang said in a low voice: "Old Qiao has discovered it."
Not long ago, Qiao Yan said at the castle gate, "Please be considerate of the wounded." At that time, he didn't understand what these words meant, but now he understands.
Qiao Yan only brought him with him at that time, and he obviously knew that the other person's injuries were not suitable for being dragged and running.
Shi Yu asked him, "Does the amount you want to take happen to be with me this time?"
Ji Congyang was silent for two seconds, then lowered his head and replied, "I threw six points."
He crumpled up the tissue soaked in hydrogen peroxide and carefully wiped the blood off him: "How did you get hurt?"
"I met a lion in the last round."
Ji Congyang's hands trembled, and he almost spilled the entire bottle of disinfectant on it. Alcohol was too irritating to the wound, so he lowered his head and blew on it for a long time: "Does it still hurt?"
Shi Yu shook his head.
Ji Congyang didn't dare to waver. He wiped the blood clean. Considering the other party's intolerance to the medicine, he decided not to apply the medicine and tore open a roll of gauze.
Shi Yu asked, "Why alcohol?"
Ji Congyang reacted, feeling a little guilty: "Because Lao Qiao told me that rubbing alcohol on the wound is more painful, so it will help me remember it."
“…”
Ji Congyang felt it was not enough to wrap the bleeding area, so he took some gauze and applied four or five layers of gauze. Finally, the person involved couldn't bear it anymore and spoke out to stop him, and only then did he stop.
He carefully turned up the other person's collar, being careful not to touch him the whole time.
As soon as the situation here was resolved, the scene changed in the next second.
There was still the tall castle in front of him. The water curtain that had driven away the bullets had dissipated, but the person who suddenly appeared in front of him was still there.
The other party was wearing black work clothes and dressed like a secret agent. One round of dice throwing was enough time for him to adjust his mood. The conflicting look in his eyes disappeared, but his body language revealed a sense of inferiority.
Shi Yu looked at the other person.
The other party also looked at him.
Ji Congyang, who had rushed back, looked at the two of them blankly. He felt that the atmosphere between them was a little weird. Just as he was about to step forward, he was stopped by his companions.
Qiao Yan pulled him back, but his eyes were fixed on the two people over there.
After a second or two, the other party couldn't stand the gaze anymore. The corners of his eyes turned red, but his voice was hoarse: "Lord God."
Qiao Yan shifted his gaze, raised his hand expressionlessly, and directly covered Ji Congyang's mouth with a word about the quintessence of Chinese culture that was about to come out.
Shi Yu looked at him for a long time, and finally asked, "Luo Huai?"
"Yes." Shuying knelt down, and spoke clearly, "Luohuaishen Shuying, greets the Lord God."
Shi Yu just shook his head: "I am not the Lord God now, don't call me that."
The other person's body seemed to tremble, and his back bent to the ground.
Shi Yu asked: "When did you start following?"
The other party was silent for a moment before answering, "After you left the mountain spring."
"Have you been to that staircase?"
"Yes, I have rolled the dice four times."
"Have you ever encountered an animal?"
"I encountered it in the second and fourth rounds."
"What are the different types?"
"The Cow and the Goshawk."
"How far is it?"
The other party answered every question: "There are six steps. In the third and fourth rounds, I threw a four and a three respectively. The first two rounds were three and two."
Qiao Yan came over at some point and asked, "How many types of animals do you think the dangerous steps can summon?"
"Six."
"Why?"
"The dice have six sides," Shi Yu said, "and the five players rolled the dice a total of 17 times, and eight of them encountered animals, but there were only five types, and at most only one type has not appeared yet."
Qiao Yan: "Where did these five players come from?"
"Plus the one who died on the stairs with a bee next to his body."
"Shouldn't there be six people?"
"Ji Congyang and I encountered the same deceased person."
This sentence revealed too much information. Not to mention Qiao Yan took a long time to react, even Ji Congyang was stunned for a while: "Because we met on the stairs?"
Qiao Yan suddenly turned around and asked: "Did you two meet on the stairs?"
The ground was muddy, soft and sticky due to the water curtain.
Shi Yu picked up a wooden stick and squatted down to draw a grid: "Do you remember how many you threw in each of the four dice rolls?"
Ji Congyang thought for a moment: "Six, six, five, six?"
"What are the results after you get there?"
"Safety, safety, cow, wasp."
Shi Yu wrote down the results of the other party's dice throwing one by one: "I was wondering before whether the stairs summoned animals randomly or according to a pattern, but now I can be sure that there is a pattern, because the stairs where he met me had wasps appearing twice before and after."
"But this can only mean that the animal corresponding to each step remains unchanged." Qiao Yan was the first to respond.
"The stairs are a dream, and the system provides players with a game scene. To some extent, they cannot be completely without pattern, because even in reality, human dreams can reflect human psychology to some extent. The fact that the animals corresponding to each step of the stairs remain unchanged can also prove this. Otherwise, it is entirely possible that one animal will appear when the first player reaches this floor, and a different animal will appear when the second player reaches this floor. It is not completely without pattern."
Shi Yu did not miss a beat, and listed the second group right after Ji Congyang's four-round results: "You said before that the points you threw in the first three rounds were four, six, and three, and the results were safe, safe, and goshawk."
Start another line and list the third group: "The last one is Luo Huai, the points are three, two, four, three, safe, cow, safe, goshawk."
The results of the three people's eleven-legged throwing were neatly arranged on the ground, like armies facing each other on both sides of the Chu River and Han River, with the points on top and the animals on the bottom.
Six, Safety; six, Safety; five, Bison; six, Hornets.
Four, safety; six, safety; three, goshawk.
Three, safety; two, bison; four, safety; three, goshawk.
Shi Yu circled all the words "safe" and said, "Except for the starting point, the distance between each safety layer is a multiple of six."
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