After thinking for a long time, Jiang Yi still didn't ask this question.
Jiang Yinxue once said that his weight was abnormal. What was heavy was not his weight, but something else, such as the weight of life itself.
Luck, a mysterious thing, can be turned into skill cards in games, but healing and life cannot. There must be something wrong with the cards that are about to expire.
It's either something the game can't do, or something extremely rare and unattainable.
It sounded a bit far-fetched, but Jiang Jin still imagined what it would be like if Shi Jinzhe's skill could revive someone...
She glanced silently at Shi Jinzhe, and just then her eyes met those of Shekh.
Although he couldn't see her eyes, Jiang Yue's intuition told him that Shekh must have been looking at him just now, and with a very dangerous look.
Thinking about it, she felt a jolt in her head, and vaguely recalled the feeling of being stared at by Shekh's snake-like gaze for the first time.
Jiang Ling, unsure how long Sheikh had been staring at him, quickly averted his gaze. Then, fearing Sheikh might misunderstand, he hastily explained, "I wasn't talking to him..."
“I know,” Sheikh interrupted her. “You don’t need to think too much about it.”
Jiang Jin's gaze was less intense than when she drank plain water, but her probing tone was a bit too strong, which was unacceptable.
His life was cut short by the times, which was important to his parents and to that vast world.
Shi Jinzhe casually grasped Shekh's hand and said, "Look to the left."
Shekh looked over and saw Jiang Yinxue standing on the outside.
Shi Jinzhe's eyes conveyed: He is a ghost, while I am born.
Shehe suddenly realized that she wanted to be a snake, so she didn't think there was anything wrong with it, but Jiang Yi might not want Jiang Yinxue to continue being a ghost; she had other expectations.
She handed Jiang a piece of candy, which Jiang accepted with a blank expression. Not understanding what Shehe meant, she scratched her head in distress.
Okay, as long as Shekh didn't think too much about it.
After passing the subway station, the group spotted an eight-person team in a shopping mall a few blocks away.
He died the same way, his throat slit with a paper card, and he'd been dead for a while.
This time, the four of them didn't look around much, focusing instead on killing monsters and advancing towards the central tower.
At six o'clock in the morning, the snowstorm stopped, and the fourth collapse began.
Shi Jinzhe dodged the flying blocks: "The interval between these two collapses is a bit too short, we need to speed things up."
As he was speaking, Jiang Yinxue unleashed a crystal stone with a single sword strike.
Jiang Yinxue tossed the crystal to Jiang Yi: "Good luck, it should be one that slipped through the net."
"This means we've arrived at the perfect time to pass through this area." Jiang Yu placed the crystal and waited for the fourth collapse to pass.
The stone city existed for less than two hours before it immediately transformed into wood.
The city, still in the process of rebuilding, was like a pause button being pressed, suddenly freezing for a moment, as if the straight blocks had not yet been assembled.
After a brief pause, dark red flesh and blood tissue rapidly grew on the wooden material.
Wriggling chunks of flesh crawled up the building blocks, blood soaking the wood. The entire building block city was wrapped in bloody flesh in a half-finished, collapsed state, turning the world into a crimson mess.
A nauseating stench emanated from the air, and Shekh, upon approaching, would shrug and press his face against Shekh's clothes.
The edges of those chunks of meat were chapped and dehydrated, turning reddish-brown, and some even oozed thick, dark reddish-black blood.
The block city has turned into a city of rotting flesh. Why does the game always have to use such rotten things to attack her sense of smell?
Shekh couldn't understand it, and lost all interest in fighting monsters.
[The game has entered an accelerated phase. All surviving players are requested to gather at the central tower and clear this dungeon as quickly as possible.]
Jiang frowned: "So sudden?"
"It's probably related to the lag we just experienced."
Jiang Yinxue froze the flesh beneath her feet, and the gurgling sound made her skin itch. The sticky chunks of flesh were twisted together, making for a very unpleasant sight.
Shi Jinzhe suggested that the group fly directly there, as the question of where the rotting flesh on the ground came from could not be investigated too deeply.
Shekh wholeheartedly agreed with the suggestion; walking on such a road would be a cruel form of torture for her.
"Let's fly there."
Jiang Yinxue agreed. It was exhausting to walk in the cold, but without the cold, the path would feel sticky and like walking on a pile of corpses.
Especially the sensation of stepping on it, with deep red blood droplets flying onto clothes with a squelching sound, is disgusting even to a ghost.
With no objections from anyone, the four decided to travel by air.
The floating blocks were wrapped in flesh and blood into balls, while the sturdy paper airplanes moved freely. The group attacked while searching for a way out.
A group of players from another district were drawn to the paper airplane and looked up enviously, saying, "I want to fly too. This journey is driving me crazy."
"Why don't we just stay here? We can't compete with these people anyway, going there would just be like delivering food to them."
"No, no, no, I have to leave. What if I can find a bargain? I absolutely don't want to live in a place like this." The person speaking pinched their nose; the smell was definitely a kind of pain that you could breathe.
"Me too. I'd rather die than stay in a place like this. It stinks to death."
The four encouraged each other and continued walking.
Even after the blood-red sun had risen several hours above the horizon, the sky remained a deep blood red.
Shekh buried his head in his arms. "The sun will never rise again. This city has been completely alienated."
She had thought that players would come to the tower early to set traps and ambush those who came later, but now, judging from the information transmitted through the air, she had been overthinking it.
"?" Jiang Ziya muttered, "It's not a mutation heading towards mosaic?"
"No, this alienation was artificially intervened."
Shech sniffed the air, distinguishing from millions of air molecules a smell she remembered—a foul and stale odor.
"That's that pervert."
Jiang Jin: "Huh?"
Shi Jinzhe helped her expand on the sentence, "She was talking about that old player who stayed here for ten years, Shen Shu, who wanted to steal Jiang Yinxue, that pervert."
"It's him, but it's not him either." Jiang Yinxue swung her sword straight ahead, shattering the flesh and blood barrier blocking her way and revealing the scene ahead.
A tall black tower stands in front, beneath which lies an enormous circular plaza.
From an aerial view, the twelve recesses are evenly distributed along the edge of the square, like the twelve numbers on a clock face, with a slightly larger empty space in the very center, below the tower.
Shi Jinzhe immediately understood that it was the placement point for the thirteenth crystal.
At this moment, all thirteen locations in the square were lit up and burning with fire.
"It's about the number of crystals; all thirteen crystals have now been found."
"Not just crystal."
Sheh flicked his tongue. The air smelled mixed, but the smell of human blood was quite strong and fresh. There were many recently deceased players among the flesh and blood tissue under the tower.
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