Chapter 266 The Last Death (3) The Evil Ghost
"Look carefully, the fat guy is dead. I kicked down a ghost!" Duan Song pointed at the round-faced player's body and tried to reason with the NPC, "I killed the ghost. This is considered to be eliminating harm for the people!"
The NPCs once again demonstrated their lack of intelligence and continued to bow, hoping that Duan Song would cooperate with the investigation.
Duan Song: "That's not a passenger, that's a dead person!"
The conductor responded by pulling out a pair of handcuffs.
"【Lucky Amulet】, take it out quickly." Gao Mengtang said.
Duan Song suddenly reacted and took out the lucky amulet from his system backpack. A strange scene happened. The conductor who had just approached Duan Song with handcuffs flashed twice and disappeared on the spot.
The amulet naturally turned into ashes and dissipated.
This really opened their eyes. Duan Song raised his eyebrows: "The NPCs in this instance are different from the NPCs I've encountered before."
NPCs in other dungeons are very close to real people. In the "Last Dead Man" dungeon, the train attendant is closer to the ordinary NPC in the game.
Abnormal player behavior is detected, and it appears out of thin air. When the player uses props, they disappear immediately. The behavior is out of logic and reality, and it just follows the rules of the system.
"NPCs are not easy to deal with either." Gao Mengtang said. They can still deal with NPCs that have feelings and reason. The NPCs in this instance only appear according to the established rules, and the system rules cannot be changed.
Gao Mengtang and Duan Song told their teammates what they had discovered. It was past five in the morning and the teammates were sleepy, so it was time for Gao Mengtang to go back to sleep.
"Be careful of everything around you," Gao Mengtang said before leaving, "including the pillow under your head."
When Gao Mengtang returned to his private room, it was already 5:30 in the morning, and Xian Wang Shiyi had just laid down. Gao Mengtang thought about how he had neglected her during the day, and felt more and more aggrieved. She got angry and grabbed all the quilts to her side.
Wise King Eleven: "..."
He pulled the quilt back again.
At 5:30 in the morning, the sky was still dark, the curtains were drawn and the room was gloomy. The two of us lay back to back, fighting over the quilt silently. It was like a tug-of-war, you grab it, I grab it.
Outside the dungeon, players watching the live broadcast: …
: Breaking news! The Eleventh and Twelfth Wise Kings face off! Come in and see!
: It is suggested to change it to - What happened in the bed between two generations of wise kings.
: I burst out laughing, are these two kids?
: The battle between the villain BOSS and the strongest player in the Black Tower is very bloody. It is not recommended for children under 6 months old.
: I have seen a lot of R18 ones, but this is my first time seeing R180 days, it’s so fresh.
In the battle for the quilt, Gao Mengtang was defeated because the Eleventh King summoned a shredder to wrap the quilt tightly.
It's not a big deal, Gao Mengtang's bubble has everything. He shook out a fluffy, soft, fragrant duvet and wrapped himself in it. The two of them were wrapped like two cicada pupae, with a Milky Way between them.
Gao Mengtang still couldn't fall asleep. He thought about how he often slept with Wei Wei when he was in the dungeon before. Wei Wei was clean and quiet.
When sleeping with He Lun or Duan Song, Gao Mengtang becomes their pillow.
They were so close back then that when the weather was hot, Gao Mengtang would hug He Luo to cool down.
Now, Wei Wei left, leaving behind the eleventh Xian Wang who looked exactly like him and was fighting with him for the quilt. He Luo was swallowed by the shredder, and I don't know if he can come back.
Gao Mengtang became more and more sad. When the sky was getting light, he still had no desire to sleep. At about six o'clock, a scream suddenly sounded in the carriage, like thunder in the sky. People in the corridor shouted: Someone is dead! Someone is dead!
Gao Mengtang quickly turned over and got out of bed. Bai Jie also woke up. There were dark circles under his eyes, and it was obvious that he didn't get enough rest last night.
"Let's go and take a look." Gao Mengtang said.
They came to the fifth carriage, room 04, where a group of people gathered, looking at the bathroom in horror. Gao Mengtang looked out, and the scene made him more sober.
A human head was soaking in the toilet, and a headless body was lying next to the toilet. On the wall, a retractable clothesline was stained with blood.
"It looks like a retractable clothesline popped off and cut off his head," the crowd whispered.
"How is that possible? The retractable clothesline isn't a sharp blade!"
"It's impossible for the legs of a high stool to penetrate a person!"
Gao Mengtang continued to walk forward. The fourth carriage, all the way to the first carriage leading to the kitchen. The expressions of both of them were not very good.
Someone died, not just one person, but a group of people.
In each carriage, 1-3 players encounter misfortune. Their deaths are bizarre, including being beheaded by a clothesline, being buried alive by a bed, and having concentrated sulfuric acid poured out of the shower...
"Should we remind them to throw the body away?" Bai Jie asked in a low voice, "It won't be long before the ghost will be resurrected next to the body."
Gao Mengtang thought for a moment and shook his head: "Don't worry about it."
"Why?"
"Put yourself in my shoes. If I died, would you throw my body far away?" Gao Mengtang asked.
Bai Jie immediately replied: "That's impossible!"
"Yeah, they think so too. Who can bear to abandon the remains of their friends?" Gao Mengtang sighed, "Let's just take care of ourselves. First, make sure the members of Yue Fan... and Xian Wang Eleven don't die. We can't control the others."
The Eleventh Wise King didn't know what other tricks he had. They were in a difficult situation and couldn't even save themselves, so they couldn't care about anyone else.
Back in the sixth carriage, Xiao Canglan ran over and hugged Gao Mengtang's legs: "Gege, die! Die!"
Someone died in carriage six too? Gao Mengtang's heart tightened. He followed Xiao Canglan into the room, only to see the wardrobe shaking violently and Duan Song's cry coming from inside.
The black mud turned into a sharp blade and stabbed at the wardrobe. This seemingly ordinary wood was unexpectedly hard. The sound alarmed He Lun and Shang Yin. The three of them joined forces and smashed the door for 5 minutes before they broke it and pulled Duan Song out.
"It hurts, it hurts!" Duan Song yelled, "Look at this wardrobe!"
There were hundreds of long nails on the inside of the wardrobe. The nails slowly grew longer, and soon after Gao Mengtang and others smashed the door open, the nails quickly retracted, and the smashed door returned to its original state.
It was as if nothing had happened, except that there was Duan Song's blood in the closet.
Shang Yu: "What happened? Tell me in detail."
"This morning, I want to change into a nice set of clothes to go to dinner..." Duan Song said.
When he opened the closet to choose, Duan Song felt a pair of powerful hands pushing him. He fell into the closet and the door slammed shut behind him.
Duan Song and Xiao Canglan lived in the same room. He thought Xiao Canglan was joking with him, so he knocked on the closet door: "Xiao Canglan, stop it. I'll change my clothes and take you to find Brother Mengtang."
No response.
Duan Song suddenly felt something was wrong. He pushed the cabinet door with all his strength, but it didn't move at all.
Xiao Canglan has the blood of the dead, and although she is very strong, she is still a far cry from Duan Song, who has the highest level of identity card. If it was Xiao Canglan playing with him, Duan Song would never be unable to open the cabinet door.
He pounded on the cabinet door and shouted for help. Suddenly, his fist hit something sharp and a nail grew out of the wooden board!
"Then you came to save me." Duan Song said, "If you were one minute later, the nails would have pierced my body. I don't have Wei Wei's self-healing ability, I'm afraid I can't escape death."
Gao Mengtang pondered for a moment: "Before the accident happened, were there any signs? Was there anything different in the wardrobe?"
Duan Song: "No. After you reminded us yesterday, I kept an eye on the items around me."
"Did anyone else encounter an accident last night?" Gao Mengtang asked again.
The other players all shook their heads.
"Could it be that contact with the dead might lead to accidents?" Duan Song carefully applied a thick layer of healing ointment on his face. "My senior and I climbed to the top of the train last night and kicked the fat man down. I'm unlucky. My handsome face! If I get disfigured, it will be a huge loss to the whole world."
Shang Yu: "...How come Gao Mengtang is okay?"
"Because my senior is more handsome than me, God couldn't bear it." Duan Song vowed.
Everyone was silent for a while, and Gao Mengtang broke the silence: "If you encounter any abnormalities, it is very likely related to the deceased. We should not act alone these days. If something unexpected happens, there will be someone to take care of us."
Fortunately, they didn't have much opportunity to deal with the dead.
After a player dies, the system will leave a card next to them, reminding the deceased to hide their identity. The train is so small that there is no place to hide.
The deceased's choice is likely to be the same as Shen Buming's: disguised as an NPC
Avoiding NPCs can avoid most of the dangers.
At this time, Gao Mengtang and others understood why Xian Wang Eleven hid in the room reading all day: contact with the dead could lead to accidents. The safest way was to stay in the room and survive these seven days.
On the second day of the journey, Gao Mengtang stayed in his bedroom and did not come out. He did not particularly like reading. He had been repairing Limo for 48 hours straight and was tired of painting, so he wanted to do something different.
The game console and the cell phone were out of battery, and he had to save some blueberries for eye protection. After thinking about it, Gao Mengtang took out a flute, applied donkey-hide gelatin, attached the flute membrane, and sobbed and blew it.
Very good, there are only 6 holes on the flute, so you can play it without using your eyes.
Just after playing a short melody, I heard the Wise King Eleven turn a page of the book and cough.
The sound of the flute is very penetrating. In order to hone his skills, Gao Mengtang raised the pitch of the etude by 8 degrees. However, his flute playing was average, and the high notes were both floating and harsh. In short: it was hoarse and unpleasant to listen to.
Wise King Eleven: "Ahem."
A sharp high note that tortured the ears, accompanied by a hissing sound like leaking water. Gao Mengtang played the flute with all his heart until the sound went out of tune and he could no longer play it higher, and the flute membrane broke.
He then stopped, and the Eleventh King, whose throat was almost hoarse from coughing, slammed his hardcover German-language philosophy book on the table with a bang.
"Don't make any noise." said the Eleventh Wise King grimly.
Gao Mengtang: "It's not noise! Besides, this is not a library, why can't I play the flute?"
The Eleventh Wise King: "Anyway, you are not allowed to play the flute, or I will dig your eyeballs out."
"Okay, then I won't play the flute." Gao Mengtang threw the flute back into the bubble angrily, and then took out a wooden wind and brass trumpet instrument - suona - with malicious intent.
The 11th Prince had never seen this kind of musical instrument before, and he glanced at it secretly with a bit of curiosity, until Gao Mengtang pointed the trumpet at him and played a piece of "Butterfly Lovers" with full energy, and the 11th Prince almost lost his soul.
This music that could send people away startled Duan Song who was next door. He ran over and knocked on the door: "Senior? What's wrong with you? Did something happen?"
The Eleventh Wise King could no longer bear it, so he pushed Duan Song away with his shoulder and left angrily. Gao Mengtang suppressed his laughter and told the story again. The two laughed for a long time.
"Shh, don't laugh yet. Follow the Eleventh Wise King and see where he goes and what he does." Gao Mengtang said in a low voice.
Duan Song: "Follow him? An enhanced version of Wei Wei, this is a bit difficult."
Gao Mengtang thought for a moment: "Use my brother's little robot and put it in the ventilation duct?"
"No," Duan Song said, "Gao Geng's robot monitoring has been disabled. The system is probably afraid that he will secretly install pinhole cameras in every room. In the train, the small robot will only capture blinding sounds and distorted screens."
"That's it!" Gao Mengtang pounded his fist, "Let the robot carry the eyeballs of the Hundred-Eyed Wizard. My eyeballs have not been disabled yet."
They took immediate action, simply modified the small robot, tied the eyeballs on it, and placed it in the ventilation duct.
Gao Mengtang closed his eyes, and what appeared in his sight was the image of the ventilation duct. The robot turned around and came to the 10th carriage, and Gao Mengtang heard the voice of Xian Wang Eleven.
"I had a restless night last night. I didn't fall asleep until after four o'clock."
The robot carrying the eyeball moved closer. Through the gap in the fence, Gao Mengtang saw King Xian Eleven leaning back in the chair in the box with his eyes closed, looking very tired.
The two people sitting opposite the Eleventh Sage were wearing black robes and were undoubtedly followers of the Ancient God. The ID card information above their heads lit up, and both of them had the ID cards of [142 Vampire Dead Apostle]
Gao Mengtang heard from Bai Jie that the 142 series identity cards were monopolized by the Wenren family. It was not because of the comprehensive capabilities of the 142 series, but because the 142 series identity cards were "cost-effective."
Most identity cards, at a lower stage, have mediocre overall abilities. However, the 142 series identity cards, from the most basic [142 Blood Drinker], evolve twice to [142 Bloodsucking Dead Apostle], and will have a particularly powerful skill: [Blood Evolution].
The Vampire Apostle drinks 10ml of another player's blood and can copy that player's skill once.
"There are 101 players in this copy. If the death toll exceeds 51, the train will derail and we will not survive." As the Wise King Eleven said this, a black tentacle like a shredder stretched out from his sleeve and cut his wrist.
The blood dripped into the crystal cup, making a clear and pleasant sound. The two vampire apostles swallowed their saliva.
Wise King Eleven: "Wherever the living spirit passes, and whomever the living spirit comes into contact with, [deviation events] may occur."
The living spirits undoubtedly refer to players who exist as physical souls after death. They are souls, but they are living souls.
The blood filled the two crystal cups, and the tentacles slid across the wrist of the Wise King Eleven, and the wound healed as before. The desire in the eyes of the vampire dead became more intense.
"92 people were on the train, and 9 died. 12 people died last night. Before the end of the second day, 21 people were dead." The Eleventh King opened his eyes, leaned back in his seat, and looked at the ceiling with a vague gaze.
The little robot dodged quickly, but Xian Wang Eleven didn't seem to notice anything peeping at him. He sat up straight and said, "Stay away from the living spirits. Most importantly, don't attack them. Their state is not stable. If they are too excited, they will turn into real evil spirits at some point."
The vampire apostle asked, "What is a real evil spirit?", and the Wise King Eleven gave a brief explanation.
No matter how powerful the monsters or butchers that Black Tower players encounter in dungeons are, there are ways to fight them.
In this instance, if the living spirits are particularly excited and turn into evil spirits, they are unstoppable, and are immune to attack and difficult to observe, just like the golden NPCs. If they get entangled by them, even if the player has all-powerful means, he can only wait for death.
Although the golden NPCs are immune to attacks, they have no hatred towards the player. As long as you don't provoke them, you won't be harmed.
Evil ghosts are different. They carry resentment and have a strong desire to attack players. Encountering evil ghosts is much more troublesome than encountering a butcher.
What's even more annoying is that evil spirits like to join in the fun. If a certain evil spirit attacks a certain player, other evil spirits will come up and scratch the player even if they have no grudge against him.
The Eleventh Wise King pressed the base of the goblet and gently shook the blood in the goblet: "From 2:00 to 6:00, evil spirits will haunt you. Don't sleep during this time. There is no solution to provoking evil spirits. At least I don't know how to deal with it."
"Master, why can't we go to other carriages from 2am to 6am?" asked the vampire apostle.
"I don't know." Xian Wang Eleven said, with a somewhat unhappy tone, "Making a copy of the Black Tower is not as easy as playing with blocks. We can only do it based on the principle of fairness," he emphasized "based on the principle of fairness" and continued:
"…make a rough outline. After it is released, the copy will integrate some factors of reality and add or delete certain content. The new rules include evil spirits haunting the carriages and not being able to go to other carriages between 2 and 6 o'clock."
At this point, the Eleventh Sage snorted coldly: "If we have the ability to create a game world according to our thoughts, why do we have to go to so much trouble? Just add a rule: [000 Blind] will die immediately after logging into the dungeon, and all the problems will be solved."
Gao Mengtang:……?
He will play the suona for two hours tonight.
The crystal glass was pushed in front of the two men, and the shaking blood reflected their eager gazes.
"Drink it," said the Eleventh Wise King. The two men were so grateful that their eyes filled with tears. They licked the blood off the Eleventh Wise King's wrists.
After the eavesdropping, the robot crawled back along the pipe. Gao Mengtang opened his eyes and told his teammates what he had just seen.
Shang Yu: "Those two blood-sucking dead disciples are Wenren Xiao and Wenren Ye. I saw them before I got on the bus."
"What should I do if I encounter a fierce ghost?" He Lun said with a lack of confidence, "Actually, I'm quite afraid of ghosts."
Duan Song changed his clothes with his back to him. He took off his shirt, revealing his full and strong back muscles. A black belt with golden lace hung on his lean waist. Gao Mengtang stared at Duan Song's back intently.
Seeing Gao Mengtang’s reaction in the mirror, Duan Song was excited: The senior is looking at him!
He immediately pulled in his stomach, straightened his chest, twisted his waist and opened his shoulders, doing a standard muscular pose of a rubbing guy: "I think it's just average. I haven't practiced much recently."
"Duan Song, what time was it when you were pushed into the cabinet?" Gao Mengtang asked.
"My biceps are average, a little thicker than my neck... huh?" Duan Song was stunned for a moment, "Five forty, what's wrong?"
Gao Mengtang: "There are two black handprints on your back. It seems like you are haunted by a ghost."
Duan Song screamed and froze in place, his face pale: "Black, black handprint?"
"Don't tell me you are afraid of ghosts too." Shang Yu said coldly.
"What about my back muscles?" Duan Song yelled in despair, "Are the rhomboids and erector spinae still obvious? Where is the handprint? It won't affect the appearance! Who brought concealer? Apply it on me!"
Everyone: ...Is this the point?
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