Chapter 93 Hell Community
The moon is a little bright. This is the feeling of the players in the safe zone in the Hell Roulette.
After passing the first round, many people were in the circular safety zone in the middle, sighing as they looked at the fan-shaped game area below.
"I really can't get out. I only needed to punch in the last level of the game to get out. I just finished it with great difficulty, but there was only a reminder that I had finished the game, and there was no mark on the punch list."
His companion patted him on the shoulder and said, "Those game administrators never showed up. I suspect that until the so-called hell authority is transferred, we will probably be trapped in this game."
Those who can be brought into the Hell Roulette Game usually have a relatively high sum of their double values and will not have any numerical shortcomings.
In other words, this group of candidates is neither purely good nor purely evil.
Only people like this can survive in the infinite game, not to mention the hell community.
Who knew that he would be unlucky enough to be involved in a fight with a boss in this dungeon.
"The break is only two hours long. Why don't we find a way to help? It won't work if it drags on like this."
The same conversation took place between countless players, which was probably the intention of Boss Cai when he set the rest time in the safe zone in the beginning.
Since they can’t get out, players can only choose 1 of 2 options.
The system prompts that there is a key corresponding to the gate of each level of hell. Once more than half of the authority of hell is gathered on a single energy body, the game will end immediately.
This is the player's only chance.
This is also a multiple-choice question left intentionally by Boss Cai.
Is it to help the spy who is obviously hiding among the players, or to help the outsider who has already taken the initiative in the copy and is about to destroy Hell?
While players outside the game are still hesitating in the safe zone, players in the game have already started competing against each other.
As soon as the dinosaur bones jumped off the wall, Qiao Song realized that something was wrong. According to the time, it was almost dawn, but the moonlight showed no sign of weakening.
Jin Daya looked up and noticed the abnormality, and frowned.
The red moonlight shone directly onto the white dinosaur bones through the dome glass, making it look like a skeleton that had not been shaved cleanly in a butcher's shop.
Qiao Song saw it jump down from the wall, then look up to the sky, and actually let out a roar from the Jurassic period.
roar--
The cry had a strange magic, like a horn of dawn, awakening its sleeping companions.
In an instant, they became keenly aware that all the shelves in the entire cultural and creative center began to shake.
Goods kept falling from the shelves, and those originally ordinary things seemed to be given vitality the moment they hit the ground, transforming from flat words and pictures into three-dimensional, living species.
Skeleton hands crawled out from the pages of the book. There were also soldiers in armor, extinct mammoths, officials in official uniforms from certain dynasties drawn in the books, and even a group of young children running around with Lantern Festival items in their hands.
In fact, most of the resurrected cultural relics are not aggressive and continue to repeat the life trajectory when they were cultural relics, but those mindless animals are different.
The mammoths knocked over the surrounding shelves with just a flick of their noses, and the things on the shelves quickly evolved into living cultural and creative peripherals after falling to the ground.
The chaos was compounded, and the cultural and creative center, which was originally extremely empty and as quiet as a library, now turned into a vegetable market at 6 o'clock in the morning, noisy and chaotic.
No one knew what the Tyrannosaurus Rex skeleton was doing. Two blue ghost fires lit up in its empty head, and it ran straight towards Qiao Song.
The tail wagged happily, like a puppy.
But the players were not so happy.
"Don't the rules say that there is only one shelf in the entire cultural and creative center that contains living artifacts? They're not all fucking alive!"
Qi Wei cursed and tore off the snake that had not yet fully developed on his arm. Compared to the resurrected surrounding creatures in the Cultural Relics Center, the snake in his hand looked less and less like a living creature as it grew bigger. Instead, it looked like a building block toy, with some plastic parts gradually swelling out of its body.
Qi Wei twisted off the snake's head with a snap and swallowed it into his stomach. Some special mechanical device appeared on the cross-section of the snake.
After eating the snake's head, Qi Viper's body began to shrink and soon disappeared, leaving behind an empty set of clothes.
The headless snake continued to grow larger after it landed on the ground and grew a new head.
The goose yellow snake had sharp eyes, as if it was endowed with a more powerful soul. It stuck out its tongue and said, "You Yitong, go get the things. I'll stop them first."
Faced with the overwhelming number of cultural relics that were resurrected around him, and Jin Daya and others who were eyeing him covetously, Qi Viper was able to say such words with some confidence.
After all, the magician, who had been having bad luck recently, finally pulled out a useful snake from the Easter egg machine and put it on Qi Viper in advance.
[As a reptile researcher, no one understands the charm of reptiles better than me, and no one understands the charm of snakes better than me. When I study them and digest them, I become them.]
[Snake blind box toys (rare)]
[Usable time, determined by the host's Qi and blood, current level locked, Zodiac mode, snake attribute, Crazy Zootopia attribute bonus...]
Qi Viper has swallowed a lot of food since he entered the game. If the player with the chainsaw hadn't interfered, he wouldn't even have to waste this easter egg. After all, he and the black snake egg have a very high degree of compatibility. If nothing unexpected happens, with the black snake's attributes, he can even gnaw through the barriers between each layer of the game.
And this goose yellow snake is stronger than the previous black snake.
Jin Daya originally disdained those resurrected artifacts. As ghost NPCs, they understood the rules of these dungeons better. If it weren't for the need to find the punishment gate of the hell area, these ghosts would actually be able to clear the dungeons much faster than humans could imagine.
"You go to the library area and look at the players."
Jin Daya also turned his head and gave orders.
Several little ghosts nodded immediately and quickly pulled Song Qiao along.
These ghosts are also very good at judging the situation. If Jin Daya stays here, Song Qiao will probably be another powerful figure.
Jin Daya looked at this huge monster with a disdainful expression.
"It's been a while since I've seen such a courageous player."
He squinted his eyes, facing the shadow that had rushed in front of him, and rubbed his chubby white hands together. The gold and silver jewelry on his hands instantly liquefied and turned into golden light in the sky.
With him as the center, spike-like threads spread out in all directions like a spider's web, instantly controlling most of the crazy cultural relics around him and the ghostless snake in this entry.
The big goose yellow head seemed to be tied up by golden threads, and the head had become a bound puppet.
[Today's gold price fluctuates, 499.49/g, the gold seal is affected by the target level, the effect is reduced - the gold price is being adjusted, the seal is changed to puppet]
More gold shot up into the sky and turned into new raw materials for the seal. Qiao Song didn't expect that even in the infinite game, he still had to sigh that this guy was really rich.
She blinked her bandaged face and followed the ghosts in the retreat with brisk steps. Most of the artifacts entangled with gold threads could not move, but the Tyrannosaurus Rex skeleton in the distance suddenly shook its tail anxiously, and then came towards them with a thump, thump, thump. The ghosts leading in front ran faster.
You Yitong's figure had disappeared long ago, and it seemed that he was also chasing after the group of players.
Qi Wei thought he could keep most of the ghosts alive, but unexpectedly only Jin Daya was left.
The latter also thought that he could kill this ignorant player with a few slaps, but he didn't expect that the two of them would be deadlocked here.
Jin Daya in the back narrowed his eyes: "As expected of a player who dares to cooperate with Mike Crazy, he actually has props of this quality."
His gold can even slightly affect the door of the Lord of Hell. The snake in this blind box should have come from a special copy, but it is not of the quality of the Gate of Hell. The opponent will not be able to hold on for long, and then he can torture this human being.
Qi Viper cursed inwardly, looking at the troublesome golden thread and realizing that he had underestimated the level of this ghost, but he had no intention of retreating, and seemed to be quite confident in his current body.
In the snake state, he couldn't die even if he wanted to, it just hurt so damn much.
The snake that broke free from the golden thread bit Jin Daya. In the billowing smoke and dust, rows of shelves collapsed one after another.
Boom, boom, the sound of fighting was earth-shaking. A group of players who had run to the east area early, away from the central battlefield, thought it was caused by the chaos of cultural relics.
Fortunately, they were not wandering around in the chaotic market in a panic, but were finding the correct route under the guidance of a little girl holding a trading hammer.
"The system prompt said that there is only one shelf containing living antiques, and my auction skills show that almost all of the items near us are antiques of high value. Now these old objects are coming to life one after another. It's totally against common sense!"
Most of the players who came to the 15th floor seemed to know each other or had communicated with each other in advance, and they quickly analyzed the current situation.
There was a female student with freckles on her face and a baby-haired look. She was holding a thick notebook in her hand. She was a little out of breath after running, but she still held up a pen and expressed her own opinions.
"Huh, I don't know if you have heard of the Crucifixion Hell. Anyway, in my understanding, the 15th level of hell should be used to punish tomb robbers and people who steal cultural relics. So is there a possibility?"
Seeing that everyone was looking at her, she took a deep breath, relaxed her body which had not been exercised for a long time, and then pointed at almost every weathered item on the shelf.
"The clearance conditions prompted by the system may be a word game. The shelves are full of antiques, and what we are looking for are souvenirs, which are clearance items. Finding the wrong things is equivalent to committing a crime that will send you to hell, that is, tomb robbing, or stealing cultural relics."
[…There are hundreds of shelves in the store, but only one shelf contains a living antique. If you get the souvenir on that shelf, you can clear the mini-game on this floor…]
The little girl holding the auction hammer's eyes lit up.
"It's possible. If the entire 15th floor, that is, the shelves we see now, are counted as one whole floor, then it fits the system's statement that the floor is the shelf plate. We are now in the right position. We just need to find the souvenirs directly among the antiques to pass the level!"
No wonder her skills always reminded her that there were goods all around her that could be auctioned, and they were all very valuable.
The players who found a way to pass the level felt like they had found their backbone, perhaps because they were on the same level as the ghosts, or perhaps because the first ones to discover the clues were a few young players who seemed easy to get along with.
These people were unprecedentedly united, and almost everyone took out their own skill books to assist each other.
The girl, who was skilled in using the PS function of the digital tablet, quickly cleared the obstacles around her and her eyes fell on her fellow urban planner.
"How is it? Can it be detected?"
This guy's skill is to re-plan all the maps in his mind into a city, and then find the buildings inside that meet the requirements. If this store is planned as a city, then the shelves are the buildings, and it should not be difficult for him to find the specific targets on them.
The difficulty is that this place is too big.
"Wait, the map is still being rolled out, the place we are passing through now is not there."
In order to avoid damaging the fragile antiques, they tried to travel to areas where fewer cultural relics were found, but they were still tripped up by the strange and bizarre things that were found.
At a certain moment, the artist who was using a drawing tablet to help everyone solve problems suddenly felt as if she heard the cooing of pigeons. Before she could frown and ask others if they heard it, she felt her companion suddenly open his eyes.
The city planner grabbed the artist's shoulders, looking tired but with an unusually firm tone.
"Go to the right, there's a fridge magnet on that shelf!"
Modern items like refrigerator magnets can't be antiques. In his city planning map, this thing is priced at 20 soul coins and is classified as a daily necessity.
The girl holding the auction hammer's eyes suddenly lit up.
"It should be this!" Among a large number of antiques with long lists of auction reserve prices, the 20 soul coins on top of this refrigerator magnet seemed out of place.
If there weren't so many things on the shelves, she would be able to quickly identify the lowest-priced items, the so-called souvenirs, with the auction hammer.
The girl running in the front immediately reached out to grab the only refrigerator magnet on the shelf. Before she could even think about how to distribute it, she saw a white dove appear out of nowhere and quickly grab the only souvenir.
The artist behind reacted and immediately prepared to grab the pigeon with a digital pen. He had just drawn a circle from a distance and had not used the cut function when he felt his limbs become like puppets and could not move.
Transparent silk threads entangled her at some point. The city planner next to her turned his head stiffly, but found that he could do nothing. His map showed that a player was approaching quickly.
The sound of footsteps made everyone's heart tighten.
Although he was in a bad mood today, You Yitong did not seem to have the intention of starting a killing spree right away. He coughed, released a large number of white pigeons, and then his body quickly weakened, and his injuries, which had not yet fully healed, became more serious.
"Hey, don't move."
In front of the crowd, he habitually wore a mask and held a mirror that was almost out of print in his hand.
"I just came to check if there is anyone among you who is suitable as a tool."
Most players know the mirror of the Mirror of Hell. The magician needs to use it to find the player with number 15.
"You'd better pray that there is one. If not—"
If there is a corresponding number, then as long as he sacrifices one person, he can find what he wants through the punished player. If not, then he can only use the old method to build an entrance to the door himself.
The magician sighed. In the real world, the crime corresponding to Hell No. 15 was actually very rare, let alone in the game. He looked around with a mirror and really didn't find the target.
Qi Viper can't hold on for long and can only use the things given by Mike Feng.
Just as he took off his hat and was about to take out the tape, there was a sudden sound of wind behind him, and a flock of white pigeons sounded a warning that something was approaching rapidly.
You Yitong grabbed the invisible silk thread with both hands, but before he started to intercept, he felt a large amount of the thread quickly breaking.
roar--
An extremely familiar roar almost made his pupils shrink instantly.
A white dinosaur skeleton appeared before his eyes, and the magician reflexively thought that the person he was looking for had come. Although he had never faced Qiao Song head-on during the car-making process of Hearse Entertainment, he had seen the review.
He knew very well what characteristics the player he wanted to chew up had, but unfortunately, this time the dinosaur was carrying a few little devils on its back.
He had fed a lot of transparent silk threads with this thing, so he was not mistaken, it was just an ordinary ghost.
"How dare you steal our brother Jin's things?" The little devil, who was relying on the power of others to bully others, rode on the big head of a dinosaur, looking very majestic and proud at the same time. His companions shrank back a little and were pulled by him.
"What are you afraid of? Wait for Brother Jin..."
A white dove suddenly grew larger, with blue flames burning all over its body, and rushed towards the talking ghost like an evil spirit.
There was an immediate panic on the dinosaur's back. These ragtag troops were simply being treated as if they were given away for free, without any brains at all.
You Yitong even suspected that some players had used special skills. Otherwise, how could there be a ghost stupid enough to take action at this moment and act as if he was here to save the lives of these players.
"Your master can still fight us, so forget it."
The hand that took off the glove had turned charred black and looked nothing like a human. He grasped the transparent silk thread in the air and pulled it back hard.
With a few clangs, the heads of the three ghosts fell off. Just after he finished dealing with these guys, before he could figure out how to deal with the dinosaur, he suddenly vomited blood.
His pigeons -
You Yitong turned around suddenly. The players who had been trapped by him had all disappeared at some point, leaving only an illusory light and shadow.
[Of course, mature 3D projection technology has not yet been released, but it is still feasible to fool investors for a short period of time! ]
When the artist realized someone was rescuing them, he immediately used a prop stored on the tablet.
The moment everyone escaped, they seemed to see a figure wrapped in bandages and tattered all over, passing by them in the opposite direction.
Qiao Song quickly knocked to death a dozen white pigeons flying down, and muttered, "Why are they getting fatter and fatter?"
Little did she know that as soon as she killed the pigeon, the pigeon's owner immediately vomited blood.
"Everyone, come closer to me!"
The female student who was the first to come up with a game strategy, holding a notebook in her hand, quickly picked up the pen and wrote on the brown cover of her book, "The Domineering President Falls in Love with Me - On the day of the date at the Archaeological and Cultural Center, he gently leaned close to my ear." This title was enough to shock all the players who were fleeing.
【Boss Literature Fiction Writer】
[As a Cinderella, I never thought that the CEO would bring me to the Archaeological and Cultural Center. In addition to a few peripheral items, there are also a large number of antiques and cultural relics that I can't afford at all. This made me dare not look up and look directly into the eyes of the people around me, but he lifted my chin - "Woman, who are you looking down on with this look? I will pay for anything you touch today! Don't let me see you go back empty-handed." His overbearing action made it impossible for me to resist...]
After quickly finishing this side, the girl, under the cover of the artist, suddenly tore off the paper, pointed it at You Yitong in the distance, and quickly wrote the two words "Mr. You".
There was a flash of golden light, and the skill took effect.
A buoy suddenly appeared above You Yitong's head in the distance, with the words "Mr. You" written on it, and the words "Cinderella" appeared one after another above the heads of several people in the team.
Even male urban planners are no exception.
"Everyone, hurry up and touch the antiques around you! Girls, try to touch more, the effect will be better!"
There were three girls in their team, besides her, there was also an artist and the one holding the auction hammer.
The remaining people had no time to be surprised. At this critical moment, they immediately reached out to touch the things that they had not dared to touch before.
Qiao Song, who had been jumping on top of the shelves and observing them, said: …
I saw another strange skill.
Surprisingly, when she looked up, she felt as if the word "Cinderella" was floating above her head.
Eh, although, does it still mean that everyone who sees it gets a share?
As for You Yitong, he quickly realized something was wrong: "Rule-based skills? You..."
Before he could finish, he was suddenly pulled to the ground. Special documents with identification stamps were pressed directly on him, as heavy as a thousand pieces of gold.
[Please sign, Mr. You. This is the blue and white peach porcelain you ordered for your lover...]
[Mr. You, please sign. This is the medieval knight's coat you ordered for your lover...]
[Please sign, Mr. You. This is the painting of Jiangnan in the Mist that you ordered for your lover...]
[Please sign, Mr. You. This is the mammoth dung fossil you ordered for your lover...]
You Yitong instantly realized that something was wrong. A large number of white pigeons instantly returned to the cage and gathered their strength into their bodies. He took out the tape given by the microphone.
The only thing that can counter rule skills is rule skills.
But he used them too late. Those items that were deliberately "damaged" a little bit now became things he needed to pay for. Moreover, because the living magic of the Cultural and Creative Center was still going on, these antiques were restored to a very fresh appearance, along with the mammoth...
A large number of white pigeons instantly rushed out from his chest, covered with balls of ghost fire.
The tuxedo suit, which had long been covered with wrinkles and blood, looked even more wrinkled this time. You Yitong's eyes were bloodshot, and the white gloves had long disappeared, revealing a pair of hands that were clearly different from those of human players.
"I was planning to give you guys a quick death, but now, don't even think about escaping!"
He grabbed the blood-stained tape and placed it on a radio that appeared out of thin air in front of him.
It was as if as long as you took out the tape, the radio would appear automatically.
There was a siren-like chanting sound, like a special channel on a midnight radio station that bewitched people. In the space where the sound waves spread, certain rules were instantly generated.
[The song without lyrics on the midnight radio is beautiful and catchy. If you listen to it twice, you will unconsciously hum along. By the time you react, the car is already empty. Where have they gone? Only the beautiful singing on the radio continues. You get into it, surrounded by the tape, and the singing comes from the rotating chest. What a beautiful and moving sound. You should let it stay in this space forever.]
In an instant, with the magician as the center, all the moving objects in the entire space slowed down. Many of those ancient objects were antique musical instruments, which seemed to have produced some kind of wonderful resonance and emitted sounds of the same frequency.
Every note that slips away is like a lock, locking the living creature's ability to move.
It was as if invisible tapes were pulling several of the targets back.
The word Cinderella above the head gradually disappeared. The male's disappeared fastest, and the female's disappeared a little slower, but it was obvious that they could not hold on any longer.
The female student who was writing the novel covered her ears almost instantly. She grabbed the pen and wanted to conceive of the love-hate relationship between a deaf-mute girl and a domineering boss, but she couldn't lift the pen or the notebook.
Fortunately, my companions are not vegetarians either.
Although the auction hammer moved slowly, it struck down successfully. The crisp sound finally created a ripple in the crowd's fascination!
【I declare this auction a success! 】
After using his skill, the auctioneer immediately selected an item with a suitable price that should be useful at the moment.
The auction gavel struck the introduction card of a set of mini chimes, and the soul coin balance in her account was instantly deducted. She had no time to feel sad and could only run forward desperately.
The purchased chimes, which were about to wake up, immediately jumped off the shelf and began to shake, even increasing in size several times.
Ding dong ding dong.
The sound of ancient and melodious chimes rang out all around, successfully neutralizing the soul-stirring chanting.
This thing was obviously not on the same level as the tape the magician had taken out, and soon, crackling sounds began to appear on the chimes.
The artist also began to breathe heavily, picked up a digital pen, and used the lasso cutting function to remove obstacles for them to escape.
But this was not a solution. The direction they were running in now saw a large number of antiques that had been smashed and scattered all over the ground. If they continued in this direction, they would immediately run into another group of people fighting!
"Hey, you guys..."
The sudden voice made everyone shudder subconsciously. How could it be so fast? But why was it a woman's voice?
With a puff, a flash of lightning appeared, and a charging pigeon burning with blue flames was killed instantly.
Qiao Song looked at the human players who were frightened by her, and raised the electric baton in his hand, which had transformed into a state close to a whip.
Seeing this bandaged ghost suddenly jump down from the shelf next to them, they didn't know how long it had been following them. Except for the girl holding the handwritten novel, who secretly glanced at the words above Qiao Song's head that were almost completely disappearing, everyone was tense.
It's over.
There are wolves in front and tigers behind, and now the road is intercepted by ghosts. It’s over—
Just when everyone was ready to use the tools at the bottom of the box and prepare for a desperate fight, the Bandage Ghost spoke:
"Miss Art, have you dealt with the unfaithful man in Hell No. 2?"
The artist was stunned.
Her eyes swept over this strange ghost, and saw that the other party seemed to not care about them, the players, and even turned his back, holding the long whip in his hand, and quickly killed several strange-looking pigeons.
"Do you want to cooperate? I have a grudge against that guy. If he is uncomfortable, I will be comfortable." said the bandaged ghost.
The domineering CEO novelist actually raised his hand before the art designer.
"Boss, Boss! So what do you need us to do?"
The other people were shocked by their companion's sudden softening attitude, and even the artist looked at her twice.
Qiao Song said in a relaxed tone: "Don't worry, what I want is very simple. I want to buy a map here. How about you help me find the map and I will help you deal with the pursuers?"
Those pigeons, which were already as big as turkeys, were covered in ghost fire and were getting bigger and bigger, but they were still directly smashed to pieces by the whip in Qiao Song's hand that turned into black electric light.
Anyone who has not seen her actively use this weapon would hardly be able to tell that it is the baton hanging on the security guard's waist.
There are almost no players with red and white stats like Qiao Song in Hell, let alone security guards with such stats.
"Okay, okay. What exactly does it look like? Describe it first." The female student holding a brown notebook quickly came up to her.
The artist and the city planner, who was a step slower in thinking, all reacted, including the novelist, and tried to persuade the auctioneer, the only one who was still full of doubts.
Of course the first two remembered that the only one who knew about the wanted order for A Yue from Hell No. 2 was the player they met in the Oil Pan Hell before.
It’s not that the Infinite World doesn’t have camouflage skills, but the other party can obviously whip them to death, so there’s no need to go to so much trouble to find such unconventional clues to deceive others.
The artist thought of the scumbag in the paper bag and felt that the ghost wrapped in bandages in front of him didn’t seem so scary. Is the boss using some kind of camouflage skill?
The only one who hesitated was the auctioneer.
Although they were not fixed teammates, the short time they had spent together had made the auctioneer realize that these three people would not harm her.
The last sound was heard from the distant chimes. Before the chanting sound of the tape came again, Qiao Song saw the auctioneer finally nodded. The girl had a firm expression and took out the small hammer in her hand.
"What kind of map do you want? I can work with the city planner to find it." She paused again. "Then I'll leave the pigeon to you."
Qiao Song made an OK gesture.
Don't worry, she won't let that old guy have it easy. She has wanted to whip his pigeons herself for a long time.
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