Chapter 10 Brother
“Buzz——”
The handle of the scimitar hit the hollow iron section, and a long echo lingered in the corridor. Li Ziyue frowned. The sound was unpleasant and disturbing, and he would be distracted if he was not careful.
The next moment, he bent down to make way for the black shadow behind him, and then swept his long legs across, his flesh hitting the steel, the bones in his calves were impacted, and the muscles there burst into pain.
Something is wrong.
Li Ziyue retreated to the other side of the aisle, and within his sight, two tall figures were slowly moving towards him.
After only two moves, Li Ziyue clearly felt that the inspector in front of him was different from last night.
The whole thing seemed to have been remelted and strengthened. No trace was left when cut by a sharp scimitar. The entire outer layer of iron sheet glowed with an eerie silver light under the dim light in the aisle.
The fighting scene attracted the attention of most people in the live broadcast room, and an audience member with a fan light board on his head leaned his head out.
【Why doesn’t Yueyue run?】
Under normal circumstances, Li Ziyue would have turned around and left. Head-on confrontation used to be his strong point, but now "running away first when encountering an abnormal situation" is his first choice.
However, two inspectors means two bottles of negative reaction elimination solution.
He thought of Sun Yuancheng, who would yell and scream whenever something happened, and sighed silently.
[I understand, the life of a nanny is the soul of a nanny, I cry to death]
Li Ziyue rubbed his wrist which was a little sore from swinging the knife for a long time, put one hand in his pocket, stood there calmly, waiting for the two inspectors holding long knight swords to approach step by step.
The patrolman probably also noticed his lack of resistance, and he smiled grimly. The long, sharp knight's sword flashed a bright long line in the air, heading straight for Li Ziyue's heart.
He leaned sideways, and then the scimitar spun in his palm. The inspector ran past him quickly, and he kicked the inspector's bent knee diagonally, pressing down hard. The inspector lost his balance and seemed to be about to fall over. The next moment, Li Ziyue grabbed the inspector's neck with one hand and pulled him back fiercely. It seemed that he had no time to dodge under this movement.
“Sizzle—”
Another inspector B who was lurking in the dark took aim and stabbed with his sword quickly. Li Ziyue used himself as bait, and his tolerance for error was extremely low. Although he was very fast, he still couldn't escape unscathed. Wherever the knight's sword swept past, a scarlet light flashed in the white. Li Ziyue groaned and swallowed the blood in his mouth.
The unbalanced Inspector A took almost the entire attack. Although Inspector B had begun to retract his sword, he could not stop the force of his sword, which left a black hole about the size of a baby's fist on the back of Inspector A.
An electric wire with sparks popped out from the upper end. Li Ziyue pulled the wire along the edge of the sword, and the spinning sharp knife finally stopped. Then his hand slipped, and the wire broke into several pieces in an instant. Inspector A lost his power source and fell to the ground immediately.
Li Ziyue's face was pale, with beads of sweat oozing from his forehead, but he had a kind smile on his face.
He threw aside the bent scimitar, picked up the knight's sword dropped on the ground by Patrolman A, and quickly wiped the dark red blood from the corner of his mouth with his fingers.
He held the sword horizontally in front of his chest, with the tip of the sword pointing at the inspector at the other end, and he spoke in a low and hoarse voice.
"Okay, the weapons are the same, now the duel is fair."
…
Yu Yu's strength was not that great, but luckily there was Sun Yuancheng beside him who occasionally came up with some clever ideas. The two of them made a feint to the east and attacked in the west, fighting back and forth, and worked together to fight a roundabout battle, making the inspectors dizzy.
Even though he was indeed inferior in strength and looked a little embarrassed during the fight, he eventually managed to knock down an inspector.
When Li Ziyue found Sun Yuancheng, Sun Yuancheng was lying beside Yu Yu, gasping for breath, his eyes were red and he looked like he was about to cry again.
Both of them were injured to varying degrees. Li Ziyue took a quick look and found that they were just minor injuries and nothing serious. He then threw a bottle of negative status eliminating liquid that he had just taken from the inspector who attacked him to them.
"Brother," Sun Yuancheng felt like an ordinary person who had suffered so much when seeing the People's Liberation Army when he saw Li Ziyue. His arms and waist stopped aching instantly. He crawled over and hugged Li Ziyue's thighs, crying bitterly and confessing, "Brother, you don't know how thrilling it was just now. If I hadn't moved flexibly, you would have been the only one to send off the beautiful stupid baby..."
When Li Ziyue heard those four words, his eyes almost went dark.
[Hahaha, what time is it, Sun Yuancheng is still thinking about his autobiographical novel]
[What do you know? If I were Sun Yuancheng, I would cry my eyes out when I saw Brother Li, and I would also hug Brother Li’s legs (drooling)]
[Brother Li’s legs, hehe, hehe, legs… hehe (drooling)]
He lowered his head to look at Sun Yuancheng, who was crying so hard that he could not tell whether he was a human or a ghost. He was about to curse at him, but his voice became hoarse when he saw a dark red scar on Sun Yuancheng's face.
Li Ziyue’s good student qualities made him decide not to rub salt into the wound. He opened his mouth but swallowed his words in the end.
He glanced at the electronic screen hanging in the room and saw that there was only one minute left until the end of the second night.
A series of strange things happened. Fortunately, I didn't hear any new voice broadcasts in the past half hour. Judging from the electronic screen in the hall, the number of players and the number of pseudo-people remained the same. If overtime is required later...
The bloody smell that made him want to vomit surged into his mouth. Li Ziyue placed the cold tip of the scimitar against the wound on his waist and abdomen that was gradually becoming hot due to inflammation.
There's nothing we can do.
He has been struggling in the infinite dungeon alone for several years, and his physical and mental state has been honed to an extremely superior level by countless high-pressure and high-intensity levels.
But this time.
He lowered his eyes and leaned against the cold wall. For the first time, he did not think of catching up on his homework in his spare time.
His wrist was sore, and the wound on his side that had been cut by the inspector was bleeding again. The bandage he had hastily wrapped was already completely soaked red. Li Ziyue held up his burning forehead with one hand, feeling the confusion and heat in his body.
His usually calm brain was in a mess, and his solar plexus on both sides was swollen and painful.
However, the more drowsy a person is, the more complicated his thoughts are, and Li Ziyue's brain had no time to stop.
All the known conditions were in front of him, but he felt that everything was like a thick fog.
What annoys test takers the most is not doing difficult questions, but those questions with unclear stems, which can be understood in one way or another. There are also questions where one is halfway through solving a problem and the invigilator rushes in to say that the conditions in the stem are wrong.
It's okay if you encounter this kind of question once or twice, but if the whole test paper is filled with such anomalies, it is inevitable that people will feel exhausted.
Li Ziyue stared at a corner of the room with empty eyes, counting down silently in his heart.
His heart was still tense because there was one last thing he was unsure about - whether the game would be finished tonight.
The system data has not been updated yet, and it still shows that the primary pseudo-human copy will only be carried out for one night, but the reality has long been off track, and he is now like walking on a tightrope with his eyes blindfolded.
The wind blowing, the grass rustling, the birds singing, the ground cracking, each one of them was enough to make him drink a pot.
He suddenly remembered the first time he pulled Sun Yuancheng to hide in the corridor, and Sun Yuancheng asked him expectantly.
"You must have some special golden finger."
Li Ziyue closed his eyes slightly.
If it were the 18-year-old Li Ziyue, he would proudly put his arm around Sun Yuancheng's shoulders.
The young man was full of vigor and ambition, not caring about the future, and only boasted, "Just follow me with confidence, I am much more capable than you think, I have golden fingers and everything, I can give you as much as I want. If all else fails, I still have seniors to guide me."
The senior student next to me was laughing, and the senior student was joking: "Yueyue, you can't always rely on us. What if one day we die in the dungeon?"
"Eh," Li Ziyue said unconcernedly, "I have the best weapon in my hands, who can beat me? And you are so experienced, our team is good at both civil and military affairs, how could we possibly encounter such a day? Even if there is such a day, it is definitely too early, it will be better when you are old enough to use crutches."
The 18-year-old Li Ziyue is a righteous, brave, determined and somewhat humorous middle school student. He loves to laugh and make trouble, likes to act like a spoiled child and show weakness to people close to him. Everyone around him likes him and spoils him, and never lets him suffer any hardship in the infinite dungeon.
At that time, he had the purest ignorance and self-confidence of a teenager, and looked down upon all levels with the ability to crush all dungeon rules. For a time, all players knew the name "Li Ziyue".
He is a purple star sent from the sky, a top player comparable to a god in the infinite dungeon, and a monster feared by countless NPCs.
However, before the fireworks could bloom beautifully in the middle of the night, they were strangled at the moment they were lit.
Everything happened too fast, and all the glory was extinguished in an instant the first night they stepped into the advanced pseudo-human copy.
Just one night.
The companion who came with him was talking and laughing with Li Ziyue one second ago, and the next second his head was separated from his body and he died in front of Li Ziyue in a very tragic way.
This happened three times, and Li Ziyue was just glaring with anger.
There is no way.
His weapons were taken away, three of his companions who were protecting him died on the spot, and one was captured. Li Ziyue, who had always been able to call the wind and rain and was omnipotent, could only kneel on the ground and roll out of the advanced pseudo-human copy in a very embarrassing way along the road of survival paved for him by his companions' deaths.
That year, Li Ziyue had just turned 20 years old and was still in the naive stage of "young people do not know the taste of sorrow, and they force themselves to be sad in order to write new poems."
Before he could get over the grief of losing his senior classmates, he was instantly overwhelmed by the overwhelming ridicule. All the admiration he had received before was now met with spit on. Everyone viewed him as a hopeless person and the subject of after-dinner conversation jokes.
They all said that he had no golden finger, no weapons, and no protection from seniors, and he was nothing.
Li Ziyue lowered his head and clenched his fists. He, who was usually talkative, suddenly became hoarse.
They were right, absolutely right, and he had no way of refutation.
Guilt, self-blame, self-doubt, self-loathing, frustration...
With all the negative emotions piling up, Li Ziyue once thought about dying in an infinite copy. However, when he sat in the classroom and heard people around him discussing their future university, work, life and expectations with friends, Li Ziyue found that he couldn't give up all this.
His death means that the virtual world he is in will no longer have points to replenish to maintain balance, which means that everyone in the world will die with him, and their time will stop forever along with him.
During countless breaks between classes and after countless evening self-study sessions, he felt as if his seniors were standing in the crowd, smiling and waving at him, telling him to get ready to challenge the dungeon together.
Perhaps it was because he had watched too many hot-blooded anime, and standing in front to protect everyone seemed to have become his obsession engraved on the path of destiny, and he could not give up this responsibility.
He also has to maintain the world and bring back the captured senior. He even wants to piece together the fragments of the real world. He can't live in the virtual world forever. He wants to return to his real home, even though he has forgotten everything before.
Everything here was too tiring for him.
In the following six years, Li Ziyue had no guide, no God-given abilities, only countless cold stares and sneers. Others played dungeons two days a week, but he played five days a week, completely turning his days and nights upside down. He was injured in the dungeons, and had a fever all day after returning to the virtual world. Li Ziyue held his only machete in his hand.
I walked here abruptly.
Li Ziyue became increasingly drowsy and was still thinking in the last few seconds.
It would be better if Sun Yuancheng met the old him. He...
The system notification sounded as expected, and Sun Yuancheng came over with a worried look on his face: "Brother, there is still a third day..."
He suddenly stopped talking. In the narrow and dim corner, Li Ziyue was leaning alone, his face pale and his long hair wet with sweat. He bit his lower lip which was gradually losing color, closed his eyes and fell asleep.
Li Ziyue had a dream.
In the dream, heavy snow was pouring down on me, and there was a vast expanse of snow all around. All I could see was pale white.
His limbs shrank to a very small size, so small that half of his body was buried in the thick snow on the ground.
His lips were cut into pieces by the cold wind, and bright red beads fell on the soft snow.
His consciousness was confused, just like the snow. All his actions were driven solely by the instinct to survive. His brain was frozen as if it had been detached from his body, and he could no longer think.
But my ears were still warm.
The child curled up against his back, his red face from the snow pressed against the back of his neck, his two little hands tightly wrapped around him.
He heard the child mumbling as if in sleep.
He called him.
"elder brother……"
The wind was howling, but the intermittent sound could not be covered up. His eyes were moist with tears in them.
Listen to the child calling him over and over again on such a snowy day.
Call him: "Brother..."
But he knew the child was going to die, and he couldn't just ignore him.
Across the vast sky and earth, there were sudden snowfalls, strong winds, dead trees, and traces of blood.
There is no way out.
"bite--"
The shrill bell for the end of get out of class suddenly woke up Li Ziyue, who had not slept well to begin with.
As soon as he opened his eyes, the dazzling light from the window stimulated his eyes and hurt them. The uncontrollable physiological reaction made him shed two tears.
Li Ziyue supported his still dizzy head with one hand, looking at the remaining water stains on his palm, slightly dazed.
The English class representative next to him saw that he had woken up and poked him quietly.
"Homework," the class representative put the homework in his arms on his desk, "The English test paper is yours."
Li Ziyue took out the English test paper from his desk and was about to hand it in when he suddenly froze.
Most of the above were done by Zhang Lian. He had originally planned to redo the test paper during morning self-study, but he didn't expect to be injured before leaving the copy and has been in a coma ever since.
Li Ziyue was silent for two seconds, but still let the class representative hand in the test paper.
Just a few seconds after handing in the homework, Li Ziyue was still too exhausted to handle the fatigue. He lowered his head and fell asleep again.
When he opened his eyes again, the evening self-study class was over. He looked up suddenly and heard a rustling sound of papers rubbing against each other. Then a pile of yellow eight-sided scrolls fell to the ground. Li Ziyue was stunned and picked up the test papers.
There are classmates complaining around.
"Mr. Zhang has gone completely crazy. I'm not kidding. He assigned five English test papers in one evening study session, and also required us to write an essay. Does he think I'm an octopus or a hundred-eyed demon?"
"Hey, you asked for leave for that class, so you didn't know that only one person in the class got all the cloze questions correct yesterday, and his beloved class representative got nearly half of them wrong. It would be strange if he didn't get mad."
While Li Ziyue was arranging the test papers slowly and methodically, he pricked up his ears to eavesdrop on Zhang Laowai's gossip, and at the same time he was secretly surprised.
Even the English class representative made so many mistakes, so which "foreign friend" with excellent English got all the answers right?
Li Ziyue guessed a few people's names in his mind. His hand became unstable and a test paper that was previously stuck in a pile of new papers slipped down.
It slid right in front of him.
He just glanced at it casually.
At this moment, he finally understood why Zhang Laowai was so angry.
The "foreign friend" who was excellent in English and got all the correct answers was none other than Li Ziyue, who usually only scored 10 points in English.
No, the “foreigner” should be Zhang Lian.
Li Ziyue looked at the test paper and couldn't help being surprised.
Could it be that... Zhang Lian is really a genius? !
Time was running out, and Li Ziyue was sorting out the number of pseudo-people and players on his palm while waiting for the copy to open.
He listed these three changes in quantity together, and then an idea that should be impossible flashed through his mind.
And following this conjecture, everything actually makes sense.
Li Ziyue frowned slightly and looked at his palm in deep thought.
He knew what was going on with the "extra 13" and the "returning 12".
Now the only thing left is verification.
However, before he could go to the lobby to verify, as soon as he entered the dungeon, before he could see clearly where he was randomly assigned, a broadsword came slashing towards him.
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