Chapter 206 Safe House
Pinch the tail?
Hearing this, Xu Zhiyan stopped and looked over with a suspicious expression.
The ghost was still the same as before, with a stern aura all over his body, but the clothes and the chains wrapped around him made him look a little out of place in this high-tech space.
Wait...but this doesn't look like a perversion at all.
After thinking for a moment, Xu Zhiyan felt that he might have heard it wrongly, and asked with a frown: "What did you say?"
Unexpectedly, the ghost nodded seriously.
"I want to pinch your tail."
His expression was too calm, and his tone did not fluctuate at all, which confused Xu Zhiyan.
“You…you…”
Xu Zhiyan hesitated, which was unusual for him, and couldn't find the words to answer.
The air seemed to freeze. Looking at the calm ghost, it was the first time he encountered someone using the skill of "As long as I am not embarrassed, it is others who are embarrassed" on him.
After hesitating for a few seconds, Xu Zhiyan adjusted his mood, stretched his neck and turned back, looking down at the fist-sized furry tail behind his butt.
The tail ball shook.
The soft white fur is very fluffy.
Xu Zhiyan stood up straight, frowning.
It looks... really good to pinch?
He tried to put himself in other people's perspectives to understand Party A's thoughts.
Suppose Jiang Huaique or Jin Sheng suddenly grew a cat's tail or a rabbit's tail, he would definitely go up and pinch it a few times, just to see it as a new thing.
After all, the probability of such a thing happening is low, it's almost like a Western scene.
Thinking about it this way, Xu Zhiyan suddenly felt that it was not difficult to understand why Party A proposed such a strange wish!
The ghosts and gods hide in the safe house all day long, like a left-behind vase. In addition, the monsters in the safe house are all ugly, so it doesn’t seem so difficult to understand why they want to touch this cute tail!
"Okay, when the rules are eliminated, I'll let you pinch it."
He is a generous partner.
It's just a small matter, no big deal!
Quickly adjusting his thoughts, Xu Zhiyan nodded, agreed to the ghost's request, turned and walked towards the door, still mumbling something.
"I heard from Qu Ji that there are a lot of summoning items circulating in the market recently. Although the levels are not very high, the number is too large. I originally planned to vigorously develop summoning items in the technology tree, but now it seems that I can put it aside..."
On the other side, the ghosts and gods followed as if nothing had happened.
The hand hanging under the hem of his clothes slowly loosened. No one knew the uneasiness in his heart. As for what Xu Zhiyan said next, he could no longer hear anything.
After I accidentally spoke out my true feelings just now, the ghosts and gods realized that something was wrong.
Is the image I maintain in front of my sweetheart about to collapse?
He thought about it over and over again, but still didn't know how to explain it.
The more he tried to hide it, the weirder it became. He had no choice but to admit frankly when the other party asked him that this was what he really thought.
Who knows, he even wanted to use his power to go back to the time of the Nightmare Community...
Just when the situation was tense to the extreme, Xu Zhiyan unexpectedly agreed to it.
The heart of ghosts and gods seems to be on a roller coaster, up and down.
The young man spoke in a clear and steady voice. Except for the fact that when he first heard the question, his expression was a little incredulous. Later, he actually expressed understanding.
Although I don’t know what Xu Zhiyan understood, the current result is indeed beyond the expectations of ghosts and gods.
Looking at the furry tail that shook as it walked, the ghost lowered his head slightly. His non-existent heart seemed to be beating wildly in his chest, and his thoughts were flying around.
Do His successors also like Him a little?
The temperature in the nightmare community has risen a lot, and NPCs keep sticking their heads out of the windows to look outside.
The basic system of the technology tree is broadcasting matters related to the construction of the new community. This space, which has been silent for a while, is about to usher in its own vigorous spring.
Everything is moving in a good direction.
…
In the thick darkness, Gan Mi opened his eyes and ignored the feeling of weightlessness under his feet.
When the light in front of him came back on, he had already logged out of the dungeon and arrived at the familiar rest area.
Feeling his strength beginning to return, he breathed a sigh of relief.
Having killed too many monsters, the bloody smell on their bodies had not yet dissipated and was also brought into this small space.
The game panel beside him was refreshing the data frantically. The bright red numbers represented that he had killed almost all the monsters that could be slaughtered in the previous copy.
He rolled his eyes and glanced around, feeling a little surprised.
This rest area is not ordinary. It is several times larger than the rest areas I often enter in the past. There are also an outrageous number of people inside. At a rough glance, there are about twenty people.
Gan Mi moved his neck and asked in confusion: "Why are there so many people?"
It was his first time back in a rest area with so many people.
The current scene is a bit ridiculous. This huge lounge has been artificially divided into two halves.
Gan Mi stood in the middle of the area near the door, occupying most of the space alone. The other twenty or so players leaned tacitly to the other side, either sitting or standing, and the two sides were clearly separated.
Gan Mi then vaguely realized that in order to improve her ranking, she had deliberately avoided the five-star copy and chose to enter a four-and-a-half-star copy.
This group of players in front of me are indeed very weak...
He didn't look at it again. After his body functions were fully restored, he strode out the door.
"Bang--"
The sound made by the white gate slowly closing was apparently very small, but it was infinitely amplified in the quiet lounge.
A few minutes after Gan Mi left, sounds gradually began to be heard in this lounge, which was extremely crowded due to the large number of survivors.
"Help, I think I'm going to die..."
"Has Boss Gan left? He must have left! Huh!"
"Finally you dare to speak!"
This is the player who was so scared by Gan Mi that he dared not say a word.
"What happened?"
"I still don't understand, why is the game over?"
"Before the game ends early, I'm being chased by a fucking monster. It's scaring me to death..."
These are the lucky ones who finished the game early without figuring out the status.
"Is that really Gan Mi? Is that the Smiling Tiger?"
"23rd! He's ranked 23rd! Oh my god, he's too strong..."
"Should we change Boss Gan's nickname? He never smiles, and the crazy energy he gets when he kills monsters is so scary."
"Wow, I will be a fan of Boss Gan from now on. I remember the rumors that Boss Gan would ignore the lives of other players and burn, kill and loot when he passed the dungeon. It seems that's not true at all! He didn't kill any players this time!"
"His control over the air is more precise than before. It's terrifying..."
These are some players who have already adapted and started gossiping.
In the entire rest area, all topics revolved around Gan Mi, from rankings to characteristics.
However, Gan Mi didn't care.
He met an acquaintance at the busy entrance of the rest area.
A young man covered in blood stepped out from the rest area next door at the same time as him. The two stood side by side, and the bloody smell on the other person was not much less than his.
Gan Mi tilted his head slightly and looked at the young man beside him.
The other person was wearing a black half-hooded cloak that almost completely covered his head, with only his chin exposed. He was also wearing a black mask with strange graffiti drawn on it with a red fluorescent pen.
Whether it is the bandages wrapped around the calves or the pistol and magazines on the waist, they are all very common items for infinite game players. The only abrupt thing is that the other party has a long stick wrapped in black cloth on his back.
The thing that was wrapped was taller than the young man himself.
Gan Mi measured it with his eyes and suddenly laughed. The last time he observed something of this length up close was when Xu Zhiyan came to return the double-headed knife.
The ominous double-edged knife pierced through his narrow guard room.
It’s Xinan.
I just didn't expect to meet him in this place.
Seeing that the person next to him was standing there and not moving, Gan Mi retracted his gaze, looked straight ahead, and spoke lightly.
"Are you waiting for me to take action?"
After waiting for a while and getting no response, he frowned as if he had thought of something and said, "Sorry, I forgot you no longer have a tongue."
I weighed the matter secretly for a while.
Gan Mi hasn't paid attention to this mad dog for a long time.
Yan Chengfan assigned the task of killing Xinan to someone else, so the other party's life had nothing to do with him. Besides, it was difficult to kill someone in a fight inside the shell, so launching an attack was not smart no matter how you thought about it, and it was better not to fight.
Just when Gan Mi was about to pretend not to see, another person dressed similarly to Xinan appeared.
The other person was not tall, and from her figure it could be seen that she was a woman. A thick cloak covered most of her face. When she discovered him, the woman became quite nervous and stood directly between the two of them, taking a defensive posture.
Since he was already on guard, Gan Mi simply turned around and faced the two of them.
"Oh? Have you found a new teammate?"
Although he doesn't need to kill Xinan again, it would be nice if he could get some information.
Ever since Yan Chengfan launched a bounty on Xinan, valuable bounty orders have been posted all over the black market. Countless people want to cause trouble for Mad Dog and exchange his head for points, but no one has succeeded so far.
Mad Dog seems to be funded by some organization.
The opponent's killing style is still perverted and bloody. He will cut off the victim's flesh piece by piece.
Gan Mi couldn't figure it out from the beginning to the end. If you want to kill someone, just kill them. Why do you have to kill them cruelly? Trouble.
But now there was one more thing he couldn't figure out.
What kind of person would choose a perverted mad dog like Xinan as a teammate, and even provide him with points and props? You should know that Xinan's live broadcast room will change its name almost every time it is exposed...
He couldn't figure it out, but he was a little curious about the identity of the woman in front of him.
Neither side spoke and the atmosphere became tense.
Gan Mi thought for a while and felt that the woman in front of him looked familiar. He must have dealt with this person before, but he couldn't remember it at the moment...
"We have met before."
He looked curiously at the woman standing beside Xinan and spoke in a firm tone.
The woman in the hooded cape lowered her body a little, took a step back, and replied nervously, "We haven't met."
Her voice was rough and hoarse, and it was hard to imagine what she had been through.
“It’s a sound I’ve never heard before.”
Gan Mi nodded, squinted his eyes and smiled, raised his arm, pointed his fingertips at the two of them, and there was a hint of amusement in his voice, making it impossible to judge his current mood.
"I don't like to guess, but since I've encountered it, I might as well take a look."
“Bang!”
“clang!”
The sound of snapping fingers and metal colliding occurred at the same time.
The air that launched the attack encountered a strong enemy, leaving a gap on the double-edged sword wrapped in black cloth, revealing the dark red metal blade with blood stains inside.
Xinan had moved closer at some point.
The packaged double-edged knife almost touched Gan Mi's fingertips.
The two of them got very close, leaving the woman who had just appeared behind them.
"Oh? You've gotten a lot stronger."
Gan Mi was not surprised that her tentative attack was blocked, and she even wanted to make fun of it at this moment.
The silver-haired young man who was standing face to face with him raised his head when he heard this, reached out to pull the mask a little, and his lips slightly opened and closed.
"You can't escape it either."
Although he had lost his tongue, he still made sounds.
This voice has nothing to do with the original Xinan. It is an electronically synthesized male voice mixed with a slight electric current sound.
Wounds that retain the power of rules cannot be healed, nor can the tongues of other creatures be transplanted.
Gan Mi saw the metallic luster flashing in Xinan's mouth and guessed that the other party must have obtained a technological product to regain his voice.
"Can't escape?"
He was a little confused about what the other party meant.
Gan Mi became inexplicably irritable. A bad premonition came with the appearance of this guy in front of him. Every time he met the Riddler, he felt that something seemed to be out of control.
It's a terrible feeling that everyone seems to know something except you.
Last time, his boss always said something strange. He tried his best to ignore it every time, but he couldn't seem to escape...
Suddenly, the phone vibrated.
Gan Mi ignored the mad dog in front of him. He thought that the other party was the one who should run away.
The one who brought the news was Enli.
[Stupid Donkey Brother: Is there a dungeon? Come to the high-end rest area. ]
"Tsk, you don't even care about me..." Gan Mi cursed with a smile after reading it, put away his phone, and when he looked up again, Xinan had returned to his original position.
He did not embarrass the two men any further and walked straight towards the high-end rest area building.
Soon, Gan Mi's figure was swallowed up by the crowd.
The short woman suddenly said, "Why didn't you leave just now? If you had just left, there was a 90% chance that Smiling Tiger would not have chased you."
There was a hint of worry in the woman's steady tone.
Not getting a response, she added: "The Blood Moon will affect your spirit. Do not use this knife unless necessary. It will harm you."
Xinan closed his eyes, and an electronic voice carrying an electric current sounded, answering the question irrelevantly.
“That was a happy time that I will never experience again in my life.”
The sanatorium room smelled of alcohol, three beds were placed side by side, the ridiculous cartoons on TV, the blood splattered in the corridor...
It was a cold and emotionless electronic synthesized voice, but when this sentence was spoken, it carried a cautious sense of fragility, a rare display of emotion.
An ambiguous feeling flashed across my mind.
When the woman looked at Xinan again, he had already opened his eyes, and his pupils had returned to their usual coldness.
She didn't say anything more about it, but just walked down the steps quickly and said lightly: "The Summoner is waiting for you."
Xinan nodded and put the mask back on.
The two of them walked into the crowd like swimming fish and disappeared.
…
"Top floor? When did they add the top floor? Isn't 99 floors too high?" As he stepped into the corridor, Gan Mi looked at the NPC who came to greet him with a strange expression.
He remembered that when he entered the dungeon a few days ago, it was not that high.
Judging from the height now, it should be almost catching up with the points tower.
"Mr. Gan, your partner is waiting for you on the top floor."
The well-trained NPC smiled softly, invited the person to the elevator leading directly to the top floor, and introduced the relevant content.
"This door requires a palm print to open. I'm sorry that I don't have enough authority and can't accompany you up." The NPC smiled apologetically and stood outside the elevator door.
Just as the elevator door slowly closed, Gan Mi, who was standing inside, suddenly stretched out his hand and blocked the door.
He frowned and stared at the NPC in front of him.
"Who's waiting for me up there?"
The one who sent the message to him was Enli, who only arranged to meet him in the high-end rest area but not in the specific location.
When he came, Gan Mi thought that his stupid younger brother had gotten into trouble again, or that his future sister-in-law Shen Zhen had gotten into trouble. After all, these two people didn't seem to have any other skills except getting into trouble... He naturally thought that Enli would meet at one of the floors in the rest area.
No one knew better than him how many points it would cost to buy a new floor of a building in a place like this.
Even if Enli and Shen Zhen were to be chopped up and sold, they probably wouldn't be worth that much. So why would the other party ask him to meet on the top floor where even NPCs don't have the authority?
"Your partner."
NPC still uses the original rhetoric.
Not teammates, not relatives, not players.
No matter how Gan Mi asked, the NPC always used the word "partner".
He sent a message to Enli but received no reply. Seeing that he couldn't get anything out of the NPC, Gan Mi reluctantly withdrew his hand and pressed the 99th floor.
A feeling of weightlessness came over me.
"bite!"
Soon, the elevator arrived at the corresponding floor.
Looking at the bright red characters, Gan Mi placed his palm on the metal panel beside him and let the light sweep across.
Before the door was fully opened, a sweet female voice appeared.
"Ah - you are smarter than the boss! I don't know how he became the boss~"
Wang Ying changed into a red and black dress today. The pattern on the skirt also changed from cute animals drinking afternoon tea to black roses wrapped in thorns.
Gan Mi was startled.
"Ghost Lion Wang Ying?" His whole body tensed as he called out the name of the girl outside the door.
From what he knew before, most of Yan Chengfan's subordinates were ranked between 20th and 50th, and the astrologer ranked 16th was already a very top player.
But the ghost lion in front of him is the fourth-ranked player.
Although the opponent looks harmless when leaving the copy, how could he be willing to submit to others when he was able to beat the top five in points by violent means?
So Gan Mi was the first to eliminate the idea that Wang Ying was a colleague.
Could it be...
Could it be that Wang Ying kidnapped Enli?
But what's so good about kidnapping that stupid ass brother?
Perhaps because he stood in the elevator for too long, Wang Ying became a little impatient.
"What are you talking about? Do you need me to come in, please—" The girl's voice stopped abruptly and she leaped back three steps.
"Bang! Bang! Bang!"
Just after Wang Ying landed steadily, three traces of air explosion suddenly appeared at the place where she had just stood.
Unexpectedly, Wang Ying was not angry.
The girl with long golden hair suddenly threw the small scented fan in her hand aside and said excitedly.
"Not a bad attack! Wanna fight?"
Wang Ying's excited expression made people feel a little scared. Her originally brown irises suddenly became much lighter, making the black pupil in the middle particularly obvious.
The air suddenly became tense.
Just as the girl bent her legs and pushed hard to break free from the ground, and was about to launch the first round of attack, a sudden clapping sound was heard.
“Bang!”
"Astrology."
Wang Ying’s eyes suddenly turned dark!
Countless spots of starlight appeared, and in the center of the half point, a ribbon-shaped vortex moved slowly.
Just before she leaped and fell into the boundless starry sky, the girl in the dress twisted her waist, changed direction in mid-air, and fell towards the wall on the right.
“Boom—”
The rubble flew everywhere, and a big hole was smashed into the white wall.
A girl's roar came from the center of the ruins:
"Alves! I'll kill your whole family!"
Gan Mi stared at the scene in a daze.
A woman in dark blue stood on the other side of the corridor. She wore gorgeous gold accessories and the stars on her cloak flickered back and forth, dazzling.
"Alvis?"
Gan Mi called out the other person's name, confusion evident in her voice.
It’s a pity that astrologers are not talkative people.
After preventing a violent incident, she nodded to Gan Mi from a distance and said, "The boss is waiting for you."
Gan Mi finally figured out the current situation.
He looked at Wang Ying who had crawled out of the ruins and realized that his boss Yan Chengfan seemed to have other secrets.
Before Gan Mi reached the room at the end, Yan Chengfan walked out first.
The white-haired man with frizzy hair was very happy to see Gan Mi.
He first walked forward and spread his arms towards Gan Mi, as if wanting to hug her, but was ruthlessly rejected.
"BOSS, I think you need to explain something first." Gan Mi didn't know whether she should ask about Enli first or about Wang Ying first.
Unexpectedly, Yan Chengfan waved his hands and looked indifferent.
"You will soon find out that today is a day to be remembered."
His voice was unusually excited.
"The score on the scoreboard has finally reached the critical value again!"
"Come on Gan Mi, I think you need to recover some memories, just celebrate~"
Yan Chengfan pushed open the door.
Gan Mi walked in and stood there in a daze.
There were more than a dozen people inside, including some high-level players, but he had no time to check because in the middle of the crowd, his stupid brother was tied up and thrown in the middle.
He felt everyone's eyes were on him, including Enli.
He felt the astrologer beside him tap his shoulder.
He heard Yan Chengfan say to him.
"Come on Gan Mi, kill him!"
"Lili has had a big influence on you."
"You've been human for so long that you've almost forgotten that you're not actually human."
Gan Mi was stunned and unable to react.
He looked at Enli on the floor and heard his stupid ass brother speak to him in a calm voice.
"Just kill me."
“Brother, please let Shen Zhen go. Please.”
The warm incandescent light shone down, casting a thick black shadow under the feet of everyone present.
Gan Mi suddenly couldn't breathe.
He felt a little dizzy.
It was the first time he heard Enli call him brother.
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